Chapter 5: Supper at the Malfoys'
Disclaimer: Thank you very much for the reviews, anyway, I know Annie is an original character but she'll be appearing more often than usual, pardon me for that but I seem to be liking her a lot and I want her to appear on every chapter. If you have read both of my stories you will have noticed that both of it have original characters (like Paige Sherlate in the other one) It's just that it comes to show that the story is really yours when you insert an original character there. So sorry...
Hermione's POV
"Oh!"
I heard myself voice out a mangled scream, not a pleasing tone at all.
Oh no! I'm going to fall on Malfoy's very elongated stairs, think about the nosebleed that will give me and to think Malfoy just cleaned me up...WHY OH WHY do I have to be so clumsy that I fell over?! No, having a nosebleed is better than exposing my ass to Malfoy. Has he already seen it? Gawd! What will the nasty ferret say? Thinking of that made me feel worse. If only there was something down there to break my fall or better yet, if only Harry was down there arms stretched out and ready to catch me. Such hopeless thoughts, I'm going to fall and I'm going to break something and I knew it.
I was actually thinking so much that I didn't realize that my fall was actually slowing down, what?
Why am I slowing down? It doesn't matter when I'm slowing down or not, I'm still falling and hell that will be for the third time this day, this is most certainly not my lucky day. Maybe Malfoy turned out to be my jinx, every time I get too near him, something bad happens.
I closed my eyes hoping that if I'd fall at least Malfoy didn't see my ass, but I guess that was too much to hope for. As I waited for my fall with my eyes closed, I felt someone's arms wrap around my waist, as if the person was trying to break my fall, then the person cradled me in his arms. Gladly, the person was strong enough to support me, or both of us would have landed sprawled on the floor. It happened slowly, yet to me, it was all too fast.
I opened my eyes and saw Malfoy's smug face staring at me then he said "Careful Granger"
I felt his hot and intense breaths on my face, it smelled like mint to me. His eyes were actually boring holes into mine.
I would have given anything I own just to embellish Malfoy's face with Harry's, I was very close to him on that day and...Gawd! I didn't notice before but he actually smelled good, not too strong, not too light, just right, the way I wanted it. After I came back to my senses, (Malfoy's perfume was hypnotizing) I realized that he just saved me from that fall.
So he did that! He slowed me down so that he could catch me. It's kind of hard to admit but Malfoy actually saved me from that limb and bone breaking fall, I didn't want to believe it at first, I mean this guy doesn't care about anyone at all even if they are at the verge of dying, he is that sadistic but maybe he has quick reflexes. I felt his hand on my ass, gladly the robes covered it or else Malfoy would have gotten a slap right now, even if he did save me.
I looked at his grey eyes, clearly amazed at why he just did that, the type of position Malfoy and I had was supposed to be romantic if it was Harry and me, however since it was not Harry...it felt utterly revolting. I looked away from him; I hope I was not indebted to him, especially after he saved me from that fall.
"You caught me" I said when I was still cradled in his muscular arms
His face twisted as if he was in total confusion then he dropped me like I'm just some bag to be tossed around, my ass immediately wailed in pain as he did. I scowled at him as he laughed at me, honestly watching Malfoy laugh like that made him look 5 years younger.
"I'm sorry, my mistake...I'm not supposed to touch you" he said
I stood up my face glowering then said "Listen! I want to eat right now; you were the one who came up with this idea anyway"
"You shouldn't be talking to me like that" he said casually, checking himself on a nearby wall mirror; he is so full of himself, it actually makes me sick!
"I don't give a damn about how I should talk to you! Let's eat right now and if this word will help then hell I'll say it! PLEASE!"
I was far too ravenous than to think of something to yell at him with, I don't care if I did show some courteousness to someone I really despise, at least I know that food is sure to come
He gave me a look, a blank look; a look I couldn't quite describe then he said "Follow me"
I followed him while giving him my death glare, a glare that could even kill or penetrate a rat, while we walked, I was actually wondering if he saw my ass or not but then I figured out that if he did, he would have said something right now or a while ago, Malfoy gave bad remarks about anything at all and trust me when he saw someone's ass, especially his enemy's girl, he wouldn't exactly keep quiet about it. So I had nothing to worry about at all, so I followed him feeling a bit happier that he just bypassed a chance that I was not willing to give.
Finally we arrived at the Malfoy's profligate dining room. I actually gasped when I saw it, it had a very long glass table though not as long as the one in Hogwarts. It had several glass chairs with silver cushioned pillows on it, each chair had serpents for an armrest. I was glad that I was still standing barefooted or else I wouldn't have felt the floor which was carpeted with something that felt like water yet not quite like it, all I knew was that it was colored in something blue.
Malfoy awakened me from my torpor by saying "Hope you're not too amazed, Granger"
I looked at him then said "Well, you have a great dining room but it's not as great as the Hogwarts"
He smirked the malevolent smirk at me then said "I know you fancy our dining table, Granger but too bad servants aren't allowed there"
"So, where shall you make me sit then?" I said looking at him straight in the eye
"Good Point, while we arrange that, I guess you can sit there" he said as he pointed at a vacant chair. I sat down on the glass chair and felt the elegant cushion surround my ass. Ah, the benefits of the rich and famous, this was what it felt to be really rich and to tell honestly; it did pay off a lot.
Malfoy sat on the chair opposite to me, and then he pulled a golden bell from his pocket and rang it thrice. I stared at him, trying to ponder on what he was trying to do but instead of doing anything in particular, he just waited then so suddenly a man appeared out of nowhere. A very bloated man to be exact; he looked exactly like the cartoon chefs, he had an Italian moustache and small eyes, his hair was entirely covered with a chef's hat and his body was entirely clothed with a dark green apron with silver details. So my guess was right, this man was the Malfoy's personal chef and the way Malfoy calls his servants was to ring his bell thrice.
Hmm...convenient!
"Master Malfoy, I heard you ring, what can I do to be of service to you?" the chef said in an oily voice
"Just bring me and my little servant here a little something to eat" he said without any signs of manners at all. Oh well, he was the master after all.
After the corpulent chef left, the room was once again filled with eerie silence. I stared at my feet then I looked at Malfoy and saw his eyes resting on me.
Gawd! Can't this guy get enough of me for one day?! Why is he staring at me like that??? I felt myself blush under his tantalizing gaze, so I looked away from him. He was actually making this harder for me. I hate to admit it but it felt kinda good when you are being stared by a guy, especially when that guy is Draco Malfoy.
Suddenly it dawned on me that I was still in my robes, so I blurted out "What should I wear while I work for you?"
He looked at me then rubbed his chin as if I just asked a seriously mind boggling question, then he twisted his face.
I looked at him expecting a good answer; instead he just casually said "You won't need any clothing while you serve me, especially when you just showed me your ass a while ago. So I guess I have enough reason to let you wear nothing at all"
I blushed, and a bright shade of crimson was stained on my face that time and I bended my head, so the little ferret saw it! Why didn't he rub it in a while ago? Why just now when I felt quite bold enough already?!
I heard him give a scornful laugh.
I couldn't take this anymore, if this was how I am going to be treated during the first day, what more could there be during the next few weeks. Not that I am planning to stay but it feels like planning an escape isn't that easy in this manor, especially with the little ferret around.
I didn't like to be disrespected especially by someone who happens to be a Malfoy. So, even if I'm just a maid here, there are gonna be a few things I want to straighten out, for the benefits of being their servant!
I mustered all my courage and rose from the chair and slammed my fist on their table. Malfoy stopped laughing and looked at me seriously "What are you doing--?"
"I'm sick of the way you treat me! I'm sick of your insolent remarks! I'm sick of basically anything that concerns you! I'm sick of your countless and unnecessary commands! You don't like living with me, I hate living with you, why don't we both give ourselves a treat and you set me free, we couldn't stand each other, Malfoy, you better deal with that! I don't like the way you are treating me, I am not your slave, I am not your personal maid, I am not vermin, I am your former school classmate. So, Malfoy if this is the way you treat me for the rest of my life then I suggest you give me my freedom and if you don't I'll make trouble" I added with audacity
He smirked and cocked an eyebrow at me "I want to see you try"
"I will, you just watch out"
"Oh I will, Granger" "You better"
"Are you done yet?" he asked with the usual air of arrogance
I blushed; I hadn't realized that Malfoy just faced my full wrath and rage.
Serves him right for being such a dick, why the hell didn't he tell me that he saw my ass anyway, it would have made things a lot easier. Sometimes, I think I just couldn't live with Malfoy's aura around me.
I fumed at him and his smirk broadened. How I hate that smirk!!!!
"Sit down, Granger!" he said
I stared at him then sat.
After I did, he just glanced at his nails without saying anything about my outburst at all! I gaped at him then said "Aren't you even going to say anything at all?"
He looked at me then said "Guess not"
I scowled at him, this was far too much. Malfoy isn't like this, he usually retorts at my childish outbursts and now that he finally has the chance he is depriving himself of it! What the hell is wrong with him—?
"If I have to put up with your inane tantrums, mudblood, I suggest that I shall keep my cool and not lose my temper with you or else this house will end up having raucous fights each day. Also, I would like to remind you that we are no longer school boys and girls, by far I know that we are 19 years old, I know you just turned 19 last month but that is not an excuse to act childishly around me. I don't want to put up with your rants and tantrums. So what if I saw your ass, I have one anyway, everyone has one, don't they?. Honestly, Granger, you're making a big deal out of things" he said nonchalantly
I blushed; Malfoy didn't have to remind me about being childish but maybe I was overreacting.
I didn't use to care if people said those things about me but when it came from him, it sounded more insulting than it ever has been. Malfoy has this thing about making other people feel lower and lower, I don't know why but he is probably used to it knowing his supremacy and affluence.
I just stared at him across the table and I heard my stomach give another rumble. Malfoy didn't even look up; he was far too interested with his reflection on the table than the hunger and comfort of his "honored guest"
God! He is such a narcissist!
I then realized that Malfoy and I still had something to discuss, something that concerns my outfit during my stay and since he was rude enough to intervene with what I was trying to say, I shall discuss this matter with force, if I have to, I don't have to wear this outrageous robes forever, will I? Will I be wearing the same thing for the rest of my life or rather will I be half naked for the rest of my life?!
I didn't like the thought at all, it was absurd. I want something to wear and I want it now! If I have to serve this ferret then he must at least give me something credible to wear.
"Umm, Malfoy--?"
"That is, Master Malfoy, to you, Mudblood" he said
I scowled at him; such necessities need not be practiced!
"Listen, if you want to be called "Master Malfoy" call me by my appropriate and given name, not some name you invented to put me down for the rest of my life"
He looked up at me with the last words I said then he said "Do I honestly put you down when I address you like that? I thought you've grown to get used to it. I have been calling you mudblood for 6 years now, don't you think that's quite long enough to be used to knowing that I've been calling you that forever, do you still regard that as an insult? or are you trying to insinuate that I have some influence on you?"
"You have an influence on me? No, hell not! You don not affect me in any way!" I said strongly
"But then why insist on the proper usage of names when I am so much accustomed to what I call you? I can perfectly see that there is no problem"
I sighed this was getting nowhere; Malfoy is just not getting it!
"Malfoy, you'll never know how it feels because you've never been put down before"
He looked at me sighed then muttered something I couldn't quite hear then he said, "Do you think so? Well, if that is how you take it..."
I smirked; finally things were going my way. Now to discuss my outfit....
"What should I wear when I stay here?"
"Why, do you have a problem with that robe?"
I blushed then said "No, I don't—"
"Then I can see no problem" he said shortly
I was beginning to lose it, I shouted "DO YOU EXPECT ME TO WEAR THIS ROBE ALWAYS? DO YOU THINK I'LL BE WEARING THIS AROUND YOU?!"
"Why, does the fact that I look better than you in those robes make you want something credible to wear?"
I sighed, "Malfoy I—"
"I was kidding, Granger"
"So, are you going to give me something to wear? If not, the least you can do for me is to give me my clothes back"
"There is nothing I can do for you, Granger. Shall I remind you that you are supposed to be doing something for me? And, the least I could do for you was to allow you to do certain services for me"
"So what? Do you expect to wear bathrobes and only bathrobes???"
Malfoy looked at me, he was about to say something when the chef arrived. The chef didn't even look up, it's as if nothing happened at all.
"It's all ready, Master" he said with a bow then left
That's it? Where's the food, is this some kind of trick Malfoy is playing on me???
I couldn't help myself from saying so I said "Is that all? What are we gonna eat? The table?"
"Patience Granger" he said casually, twirling his wand with his long slender fingers. I noticed a silver ring on his middle finger that had a snake protruding its tongue.
How can he talk about patience when he doesn't even have one himself?!
Before I can even say anything, Malfoy swished his wand and with a wave of it, food started to appear. There was so much of it that I just stared at it out of astonishment. Food continued to appear.
Finally when all of the food appeared, I realized that I only knew two of the foods served; the roasted chicken and the boiled potatoes, the others look foreign and one looked horribly like blood.
I thought Malfoy thought of a little snack, I think what he was trying to say is a little feast.
Malfoy rang his bell again; what is it this time???
The corpulent chef came back and Malfoy quickly said "After the servant finishes her dinner, I wish of you to dispose that chair she is sitting on as you know, no one sits on a mudblood contaminated chair"
He spoke as if I wasn't there as if my feelings weren't bothered or affected by his words but then why would he care for it anyway, the guy doesn't have a heart anyway, I'm just wondering why he is like this. No person can certainly be this bad to another person, even if he is my enemy, there must be something but then I reminded myself that I don't need to fathom his ways; Malfoy doesn't have a heart and if he does there's no room for anyone in it. I'm only a mudblood in his eyes nothing more.
The chef nodded in congruence to his word "As you wish"
I thought well than having to argue with Malfoy and his insults.
"And also the plate and utensils she uses, in fact everything she touches"
This was going too far, I had to react like a normal person would.
"So, what if I touch everything that goes my way, will you throw the whole house out? Because if you will I'll be glad to accept it with arms open wide, knowing that it's my "filth" with it"
"There are certain artifacts and items in this house that feel they are worth more than a mudblood's touch...Curiosity is a sin to me, Granger. So, I'll warn you only this once, do not touch anything in this house if you want to live—"
"Believe me I'd rather die than be with you for the rest of my life!" I said scathingly
His eyes actually glinted when I said this but then he said "Suit yourself if you want die then, go ahead, I'll even do it for you"
He said that but it sounded like he didn't mean it. Honestly, Would Malfoy dare kill me? I guess so...
I was wrong!
Draco's POV
When she said nothing I said out of deep honesty, "You know my family, Granger. I admit it, our family is nothing but a bunch of dark wizards—"
"But you're proud of it" she blurted but then she cupped her mouth with her hand
I chose to ignore that so I continued "so this means that whatever lies in this house is nothing but pure trouble, if you don't want to die then lay your hands off it"
"Why do you care so much? I thought you wanted me dead"
"I don't"
Her eyes glimmered with what I said
"I want you alive long enough to torture you and Potter" I said harshly
She just stared at me, she knew me long enough to be hurt by something like that.
I started to scoop some food into my plate using the golden spoon. I saw the mudblood doing nothing.
"I thought you were hungry, Granger" I said malevolently "Go ahead and help yourself"
"Before I eat or anything, I just want to set some matters with you"
I placed the fork on my plate. What kind of matters would this little mudblood want to discuss about? I hope it's not elf rights or anything; the idea is absolutely absurd.
"What kind of matters do you want to discuss?"
"First, I want to know if these robes will be my uniform for the rest of my life because if it is, I will do some minor changes" she said holding out her wand
Fuck! I didn't know the little mudblood still had it, I must confiscate it having it with her is taking so much of a risk.
"Accio Wand!" I said and the wand flew gracefully to me, I grabbed it and made the mudblood stand up in outburst.
"Malfoy, give that back, that's my wand—"
I raised my hand to stop her from shouting. Honestly, seeing the mudblood that angry gave me the satisfaction I never had in this den of nightmares. Maybe I should make her angry all the time to satisfy me necessary needs as a human being, seeing her angry like that is pure entertainment and I wont have entertainment the other way.
Her usual milky white face was tainted with little bits of crimson on the cheek sides as she glowed in fury.
"First of all, let me remind you that I am the boss or rather your boss, I overrule you and dominate you which by far means that I take whatever belongings you have if I wish to do so, like this wand for an instance. Second of all, you are not to retort when I take something from you willingly and lastly, you will find the answer to your problem if you have your supper first. After all you were the one who said that you're hungry not me. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some matters to go to that are to trivial for mubloods like you"
I said leaving my dinner and my servant behind.
I strode off and went to the elf room. The room was circular with seven beds for seven elves, each green covers had the Malfoys' crest on it; it had a single fireplace, a single hearthrug and lastly a dim candlelight chandelier. I noticed that there were no elves around, so I guess that the opportunity was too right to lose.
I waved my wand and with it's swish I conjured a king sized bed, the other beds looked like matchboxes next to this bed. No, it must be smaller if a servant is going to sleep there. So I waved my wand again and conjured a bed just suitable for a person to sleep in, it had green and silver covers and of course, the Malfoys' crest. I smiled in spite of myself; the mudblood is going to sleep in the colors of her most abhorred enemy.
I pointed my wand on the headboard and it said "MALFOY'S MAID"
I heard someone enter but I ignored it thinking it was one of the elves.
"Perhaps this would do better," said a croaky voice behind me
Now the headboard said "R.I.P"
I raised my eyebrows and turned "What are you doing here, Palace?" I asked coldly "I thought you were deprived of your wand since you landed in this house"
"As a matter of fact, I was, Master Malfoy but now that you fired me from my original duties I was given the pleasure by your mother of having it again"
"You still didn't answer my other question, what are you doing here instead of just pleasing my mother and swelling up her head?"
"I thought you would like to have this," she said tossing me what looked like a pink blouse and a skirt.
I caught it; it was Granger's old clothes. The pink blouse still had its torn collar and the skirt was as filthy as ever. It was dirty and I was really surprised why I didn't let go of it right away.
It may be filthy and it smelled like the sewers she came from but it didn't mask the true fragrance Granger had, the sort of blueberry scent, it smelled just like her...
"Umm, Master Malfoy, what are you doing?" Annie asked looking at me quizzically
I just realized that I was touching Granger's clothes and molding them with my hands, it was more like caress.
"Is it any of your business?" I asked harshly
Palace muttered something incoherently and I just stared at her. It was honestly shameful to touch a mudblood's clothes like that; I'm not like that! The thing that I would usually do is to dock before Annie gave it to me knowing that it was a mudblood's belongings and not only that, it was filthy.
I repaired her clothes with my wand and it looked as clean as ever, but the blueberry scent remained. The torn collar was no longer torn.
I tossed her clothes on her bed and looked inquiringly at Palace.
"I was under the impression that Potter may have given her that blouse," she said pointing at the pink blouse I just repaired.
I felt a rush of hatred, Potter, the man whom I wish to hate forever. Potter, the headmaster's favorite. I hated that guy not because he vanquished the dark lord so many years ago; in fact I'm thankful for that. I hated him because of his attention in school and the attention he had from Granger, her girlfriend...
I stopped the thought, why should I care about them anyway?
"And why do you think so?"
"Because Hermione didn't want to give it to me in the first place"
I felt a slight tinge when I heard the mudblood's first name. I haven't heard that name so long already. I used to hear it in school when people need help in their assignments, they always ask for the mudblood erudite!
"I see but that doesn't justify the reason on why you are here"
Palace looked up to me with her huge blue eyes, her eyes were one of her assets. No, it's her only asset.
"I was wondering what I would do now that you have dismissed me"
She was my mother's personal maid for Christ's sake! Why is she asking me this?
I looked at her, Jesus! She looked so pathetic. I chose to ignore her and stared at the ceiling instead.
"Do you honestly prefer that mudblood rather than me? I have served you for many years now!" she said with a slight quiver in her voice.
My eyes widened, Is she jealous? Damn! Palace must be in love with me but I thought she was in good terms with Hermione then why does she seem to be envious of her?
I looked at her; her face was shining with tears. I felt a smirk form on my face, she looked so horrible, she looked like and escaped clown from a circus and she was jealous.
"You have no right to question me that" I said
"And you had no right to dismiss me!" she retorted
"I had every right, Palace since I was your master but if you want to know the reason why I dismissed you then I will tell you, it is because you were so keen in following my mother's orders not mine! And you were my servant not my mother's, besides now that you've mentioned it, I chose Granger over you because you look horrible!"
She coughed and said "But you can right this with your wand!"
"You can right it with yours" I said
"I can't! I tried but nothing happens, I suppose it's because it's a dark artifact and only dark wizards can right it"
I suppressed my anger, I hated it when I'm being called a dark wizard because I know that they are pertaining to eternal servitude to Voldemort, the dark lord who took my parents' attention from me, a relentless monster only to feed with his servants services and his mounting supremacy.
"Go and ask my mother then" I said through gritted teeth.
"She can do nothing for me, besides Narcissa has done enough"
"Then I can do nothing for you" I said as I started for the door but she stopped me by saying "There must be something in that girl...you like her don't you?!"
I stopped and then I proceeded on saying "No, I don't she's my enemy and it is best to know that your enemy is serving you"
Palace gave me one last look then left.
But the effect of her words was powerful; do I really like the mudblood? No, I don't, I detest the mudblood there is no room for me to like her. She is a mudblood and that is all she'll ever be, a mudblood and a servant but so far, of all the people I've encountered, she was the best person who gave attention I never had. It may be hatred but she still notices me at least unlike others who were paid to notice me, busy enough to give their son the least of their attention or gave me attention because of my affluence.
I'd rather have the mudblood's hatred than those things.
Again I stopped the thought. Since when did I prefer something that's coming from a mudblood most especially, Granger?
I took Granger's clothes; these clothes will be what she'll be using in cleaning my shoes, bookshelves and whatsoever things I have. I stripped the pink blouse thinking about Potter and his little girlfriend. A slight pang of pain through my body, I chose to ignore that, whatever that meant.
I went back to the kitchen and saw her resting her back serenely, so she ate enough, good. Now, I can show her where she'll sleep.
"Are you done yet?" I asked her
"I think I am thank you, by the way what the hell is that reddish soup there, it isn't blood is it?" she asked
"No, it's not. It's tomato soup"
"Oh!" she said, "May I taste some of it? It looks rather delicious"
I sat opposite to her and said, "Help yourself"
She scooped some soup into her bowl and ate and I just stared at her. She looked apparently different than before...and it was something that I just noticed today. I glanced at the wall clock and the time is 10 pm, time flies real fast.
"I'm done," she said
She left a bit of stain on her upper lip; I reached out for it and wiped it with my thumb. I wiped it till my thumb reached her lips; I was touching her lips like I was touching her clothes before.
I was staring at her lips and I felt two hot and intense breaths come out from it, it somehow felt....sexy. Her lips were moist from the soup she just ate but I found myself too busy to care, I continued to caress it. Her lips felt soft as soft as the skin above it. I continued to touch it as if I was massaging it. Her lips...looked so kissable. If only I could just...
No way!
Her eyes widened as if she was surprised.
I actually surprised myself.
She moved away from me and said, "What are you doing?"
"It was filthy, Granger. Now, let's go so that you will know where you're sleeping" I said
What the hell was I doing back there?
I stood up and motioned her to follow me, the blueberry scent she had was mildly intoxicating. She followed me until we reached the elf room.
"That will be your bed and these," I said dropping the blouse I torn a while ago "will be your rags to use to wipe my shoes and belongings"
To my astonishment, she didn't notice her clothes at first instead she said "You honestly want to kill me already, don't you?"
I stared at her then her bed still read "R.I.P.". I smirked then said, "Better off that way right?"
She said nothing, I waved my wand in a bored manner and it changed the headboard back tom it's original saying "MALFOY'S MAID"
She scowled at me then said "R.I.P. is way better than that"
I gave her no remark at all but she wasn't complaining, she complied and went to sit at the edge of her bed.
"You forgot this," I said dropping her, her rags.
"God! Malfoy what have you done?"
I looked at her then she said "Harry gave me this blouse and it was my favorite, the least you could have done for me was to give it to me in one piece"
"I thought we've been through this before, Granger. There is no least that I can do for you because there is nothing I can do for you"
I left the room after that and I saw Scarlette on the way to my room. I called the elf and asked her to make the mudblood's official uniform by daybreak tomorrow, I know it'll be done immediately knowing my taunts of clothes if she couldn't.
"...I want it in my room tomorrow, first thing in the morning" I said
I went into my room smirking, and then I noticed Granger's skirt clutched tightly on my hand. I guess she was far too upset with the blouse to notice that I had her skirt. It still smelled like her but not for long, it wouldn't smell that way anymore after a few days.
I tossed her skirt on the silvery sofa and I laid myself on my bed. My room was clouded in darkness with no light at all; I magically opened the curtain to enlighten my room with the moon's light.
I drifted into thoughts of wonder.
I was uneasy when I was with her tonight, it's a good thing I'm good at masking things.
I caught her a while ago and didn't bother to drop her right away.
I caressed her clothes and thought about her.
I felt a slight twinge when she mentioned Potter, her boyfriend or rather her fiancé
I wiped her upper lip, caressing it with my thumb.
I had the urge to kiss her and make the sad face go away when I saw her sad face as I gave her, her blouse.
And now, I'm still thinking of her.
Maybe Palace was right. Maybe I do like Granger...
After all I said it myself she was the best person who gave me attention.
"You can't love a mudblood especially a mudblood who is your maid and most especially a mudblood who is Potter's girlfriend" I said to myself
The thought of Potter brought that familiar twinge again.
I was angry with myself, I was deluded by the attention Granger was giving me and of course her newly transformed self.
I decided to sleep to keep her away from my thoughts, "she's a mudblood," I kept repeating in my head.
It actually made my head ache.
"She's a mudblood"
Besides, this is just a mere infatuation. Soon enough I'll realize that she's just a pest infesting the house that she's just a mudblood, my personal servant...nothing more.
"She's a mudblood"
I still kept repeating "she's a mudblood" loudly and clearly, hoping that this would make me forget her but every time I say it I think about her.
"She's a mudblood"
"She's a mudblood"
"She's a mudblood"
"She's a mudblood"
"I like the mudblood—"
I said that without thinking clearly and loudly. It was so sudden and it took me by surprise, I didn't expect those words to come from me.
That bothered me more.
A/N: I think this was a bit too fast; tell me what you think in your reviews. I'm sorry if this was a bit faster, you know with Draco starting to feel something toward Hermione but I can think of nothing else to write. Maybe I'll correct this in the next chapter and hope that it'll be better than this one. I'm also sorry if the update is a bit longer than usual...I was having a writer's block for the whole month of April. So sorry...thanks for the reviews.
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Hermione's POV
"Oh!"
I heard myself voice out a mangled scream, not a pleasing tone at all.
Oh no! I'm going to fall on Malfoy's very elongated stairs, think about the nosebleed that will give me and to think Malfoy just cleaned me up...WHY OH WHY do I have to be so clumsy that I fell over?! No, having a nosebleed is better than exposing my ass to Malfoy. Has he already seen it? Gawd! What will the nasty ferret say? Thinking of that made me feel worse. If only there was something down there to break my fall or better yet, if only Harry was down there arms stretched out and ready to catch me. Such hopeless thoughts, I'm going to fall and I'm going to break something and I knew it.
I was actually thinking so much that I didn't realize that my fall was actually slowing down, what?
Why am I slowing down? It doesn't matter when I'm slowing down or not, I'm still falling and hell that will be for the third time this day, this is most certainly not my lucky day. Maybe Malfoy turned out to be my jinx, every time I get too near him, something bad happens.
I closed my eyes hoping that if I'd fall at least Malfoy didn't see my ass, but I guess that was too much to hope for. As I waited for my fall with my eyes closed, I felt someone's arms wrap around my waist, as if the person was trying to break my fall, then the person cradled me in his arms. Gladly, the person was strong enough to support me, or both of us would have landed sprawled on the floor. It happened slowly, yet to me, it was all too fast.
I opened my eyes and saw Malfoy's smug face staring at me then he said "Careful Granger"
I felt his hot and intense breaths on my face, it smelled like mint to me. His eyes were actually boring holes into mine.
I would have given anything I own just to embellish Malfoy's face with Harry's, I was very close to him on that day and...Gawd! I didn't notice before but he actually smelled good, not too strong, not too light, just right, the way I wanted it. After I came back to my senses, (Malfoy's perfume was hypnotizing) I realized that he just saved me from that fall.
So he did that! He slowed me down so that he could catch me. It's kind of hard to admit but Malfoy actually saved me from that limb and bone breaking fall, I didn't want to believe it at first, I mean this guy doesn't care about anyone at all even if they are at the verge of dying, he is that sadistic but maybe he has quick reflexes. I felt his hand on my ass, gladly the robes covered it or else Malfoy would have gotten a slap right now, even if he did save me.
I looked at his grey eyes, clearly amazed at why he just did that, the type of position Malfoy and I had was supposed to be romantic if it was Harry and me, however since it was not Harry...it felt utterly revolting. I looked away from him; I hope I was not indebted to him, especially after he saved me from that fall.
"You caught me" I said when I was still cradled in his muscular arms
His face twisted as if he was in total confusion then he dropped me like I'm just some bag to be tossed around, my ass immediately wailed in pain as he did. I scowled at him as he laughed at me, honestly watching Malfoy laugh like that made him look 5 years younger.
"I'm sorry, my mistake...I'm not supposed to touch you" he said
I stood up my face glowering then said "Listen! I want to eat right now; you were the one who came up with this idea anyway"
"You shouldn't be talking to me like that" he said casually, checking himself on a nearby wall mirror; he is so full of himself, it actually makes me sick!
"I don't give a damn about how I should talk to you! Let's eat right now and if this word will help then hell I'll say it! PLEASE!"
I was far too ravenous than to think of something to yell at him with, I don't care if I did show some courteousness to someone I really despise, at least I know that food is sure to come
He gave me a look, a blank look; a look I couldn't quite describe then he said "Follow me"
I followed him while giving him my death glare, a glare that could even kill or penetrate a rat, while we walked, I was actually wondering if he saw my ass or not but then I figured out that if he did, he would have said something right now or a while ago, Malfoy gave bad remarks about anything at all and trust me when he saw someone's ass, especially his enemy's girl, he wouldn't exactly keep quiet about it. So I had nothing to worry about at all, so I followed him feeling a bit happier that he just bypassed a chance that I was not willing to give.
Finally we arrived at the Malfoy's profligate dining room. I actually gasped when I saw it, it had a very long glass table though not as long as the one in Hogwarts. It had several glass chairs with silver cushioned pillows on it, each chair had serpents for an armrest. I was glad that I was still standing barefooted or else I wouldn't have felt the floor which was carpeted with something that felt like water yet not quite like it, all I knew was that it was colored in something blue.
Malfoy awakened me from my torpor by saying "Hope you're not too amazed, Granger"
I looked at him then said "Well, you have a great dining room but it's not as great as the Hogwarts"
He smirked the malevolent smirk at me then said "I know you fancy our dining table, Granger but too bad servants aren't allowed there"
"So, where shall you make me sit then?" I said looking at him straight in the eye
"Good Point, while we arrange that, I guess you can sit there" he said as he pointed at a vacant chair. I sat down on the glass chair and felt the elegant cushion surround my ass. Ah, the benefits of the rich and famous, this was what it felt to be really rich and to tell honestly; it did pay off a lot.
Malfoy sat on the chair opposite to me, and then he pulled a golden bell from his pocket and rang it thrice. I stared at him, trying to ponder on what he was trying to do but instead of doing anything in particular, he just waited then so suddenly a man appeared out of nowhere. A very bloated man to be exact; he looked exactly like the cartoon chefs, he had an Italian moustache and small eyes, his hair was entirely covered with a chef's hat and his body was entirely clothed with a dark green apron with silver details. So my guess was right, this man was the Malfoy's personal chef and the way Malfoy calls his servants was to ring his bell thrice.
Hmm...convenient!
"Master Malfoy, I heard you ring, what can I do to be of service to you?" the chef said in an oily voice
"Just bring me and my little servant here a little something to eat" he said without any signs of manners at all. Oh well, he was the master after all.
After the corpulent chef left, the room was once again filled with eerie silence. I stared at my feet then I looked at Malfoy and saw his eyes resting on me.
Gawd! Can't this guy get enough of me for one day?! Why is he staring at me like that??? I felt myself blush under his tantalizing gaze, so I looked away from him. He was actually making this harder for me. I hate to admit it but it felt kinda good when you are being stared by a guy, especially when that guy is Draco Malfoy.
Suddenly it dawned on me that I was still in my robes, so I blurted out "What should I wear while I work for you?"
He looked at me then rubbed his chin as if I just asked a seriously mind boggling question, then he twisted his face.
I looked at him expecting a good answer; instead he just casually said "You won't need any clothing while you serve me, especially when you just showed me your ass a while ago. So I guess I have enough reason to let you wear nothing at all"
I blushed, and a bright shade of crimson was stained on my face that time and I bended my head, so the little ferret saw it! Why didn't he rub it in a while ago? Why just now when I felt quite bold enough already?!
I heard him give a scornful laugh.
I couldn't take this anymore, if this was how I am going to be treated during the first day, what more could there be during the next few weeks. Not that I am planning to stay but it feels like planning an escape isn't that easy in this manor, especially with the little ferret around.
I didn't like to be disrespected especially by someone who happens to be a Malfoy. So, even if I'm just a maid here, there are gonna be a few things I want to straighten out, for the benefits of being their servant!
I mustered all my courage and rose from the chair and slammed my fist on their table. Malfoy stopped laughing and looked at me seriously "What are you doing--?"
"I'm sick of the way you treat me! I'm sick of your insolent remarks! I'm sick of basically anything that concerns you! I'm sick of your countless and unnecessary commands! You don't like living with me, I hate living with you, why don't we both give ourselves a treat and you set me free, we couldn't stand each other, Malfoy, you better deal with that! I don't like the way you are treating me, I am not your slave, I am not your personal maid, I am not vermin, I am your former school classmate. So, Malfoy if this is the way you treat me for the rest of my life then I suggest you give me my freedom and if you don't I'll make trouble" I added with audacity
He smirked and cocked an eyebrow at me "I want to see you try"
"I will, you just watch out"
"Oh I will, Granger" "You better"
"Are you done yet?" he asked with the usual air of arrogance
I blushed; I hadn't realized that Malfoy just faced my full wrath and rage.
Serves him right for being such a dick, why the hell didn't he tell me that he saw my ass anyway, it would have made things a lot easier. Sometimes, I think I just couldn't live with Malfoy's aura around me.
I fumed at him and his smirk broadened. How I hate that smirk!!!!
"Sit down, Granger!" he said
I stared at him then sat.
After I did, he just glanced at his nails without saying anything about my outburst at all! I gaped at him then said "Aren't you even going to say anything at all?"
He looked at me then said "Guess not"
I scowled at him, this was far too much. Malfoy isn't like this, he usually retorts at my childish outbursts and now that he finally has the chance he is depriving himself of it! What the hell is wrong with him—?
"If I have to put up with your inane tantrums, mudblood, I suggest that I shall keep my cool and not lose my temper with you or else this house will end up having raucous fights each day. Also, I would like to remind you that we are no longer school boys and girls, by far I know that we are 19 years old, I know you just turned 19 last month but that is not an excuse to act childishly around me. I don't want to put up with your rants and tantrums. So what if I saw your ass, I have one anyway, everyone has one, don't they?. Honestly, Granger, you're making a big deal out of things" he said nonchalantly
I blushed; Malfoy didn't have to remind me about being childish but maybe I was overreacting.
I didn't use to care if people said those things about me but when it came from him, it sounded more insulting than it ever has been. Malfoy has this thing about making other people feel lower and lower, I don't know why but he is probably used to it knowing his supremacy and affluence.
I just stared at him across the table and I heard my stomach give another rumble. Malfoy didn't even look up; he was far too interested with his reflection on the table than the hunger and comfort of his "honored guest"
God! He is such a narcissist!
I then realized that Malfoy and I still had something to discuss, something that concerns my outfit during my stay and since he was rude enough to intervene with what I was trying to say, I shall discuss this matter with force, if I have to, I don't have to wear this outrageous robes forever, will I? Will I be wearing the same thing for the rest of my life or rather will I be half naked for the rest of my life?!
I didn't like the thought at all, it was absurd. I want something to wear and I want it now! If I have to serve this ferret then he must at least give me something credible to wear.
"Umm, Malfoy--?"
"That is, Master Malfoy, to you, Mudblood" he said
I scowled at him; such necessities need not be practiced!
"Listen, if you want to be called "Master Malfoy" call me by my appropriate and given name, not some name you invented to put me down for the rest of my life"
He looked up at me with the last words I said then he said "Do I honestly put you down when I address you like that? I thought you've grown to get used to it. I have been calling you mudblood for 6 years now, don't you think that's quite long enough to be used to knowing that I've been calling you that forever, do you still regard that as an insult? or are you trying to insinuate that I have some influence on you?"
"You have an influence on me? No, hell not! You don not affect me in any way!" I said strongly
"But then why insist on the proper usage of names when I am so much accustomed to what I call you? I can perfectly see that there is no problem"
I sighed this was getting nowhere; Malfoy is just not getting it!
"Malfoy, you'll never know how it feels because you've never been put down before"
He looked at me sighed then muttered something I couldn't quite hear then he said, "Do you think so? Well, if that is how you take it..."
I smirked; finally things were going my way. Now to discuss my outfit....
"What should I wear when I stay here?"
"Why, do you have a problem with that robe?"
I blushed then said "No, I don't—"
"Then I can see no problem" he said shortly
I was beginning to lose it, I shouted "DO YOU EXPECT ME TO WEAR THIS ROBE ALWAYS? DO YOU THINK I'LL BE WEARING THIS AROUND YOU?!"
"Why, does the fact that I look better than you in those robes make you want something credible to wear?"
I sighed, "Malfoy I—"
"I was kidding, Granger"
"So, are you going to give me something to wear? If not, the least you can do for me is to give me my clothes back"
"There is nothing I can do for you, Granger. Shall I remind you that you are supposed to be doing something for me? And, the least I could do for you was to allow you to do certain services for me"
"So what? Do you expect to wear bathrobes and only bathrobes???"
Malfoy looked at me, he was about to say something when the chef arrived. The chef didn't even look up, it's as if nothing happened at all.
"It's all ready, Master" he said with a bow then left
That's it? Where's the food, is this some kind of trick Malfoy is playing on me???
I couldn't help myself from saying so I said "Is that all? What are we gonna eat? The table?"
"Patience Granger" he said casually, twirling his wand with his long slender fingers. I noticed a silver ring on his middle finger that had a snake protruding its tongue.
How can he talk about patience when he doesn't even have one himself?!
Before I can even say anything, Malfoy swished his wand and with a wave of it, food started to appear. There was so much of it that I just stared at it out of astonishment. Food continued to appear.
Finally when all of the food appeared, I realized that I only knew two of the foods served; the roasted chicken and the boiled potatoes, the others look foreign and one looked horribly like blood.
I thought Malfoy thought of a little snack, I think what he was trying to say is a little feast.
Malfoy rang his bell again; what is it this time???
The corpulent chef came back and Malfoy quickly said "After the servant finishes her dinner, I wish of you to dispose that chair she is sitting on as you know, no one sits on a mudblood contaminated chair"
He spoke as if I wasn't there as if my feelings weren't bothered or affected by his words but then why would he care for it anyway, the guy doesn't have a heart anyway, I'm just wondering why he is like this. No person can certainly be this bad to another person, even if he is my enemy, there must be something but then I reminded myself that I don't need to fathom his ways; Malfoy doesn't have a heart and if he does there's no room for anyone in it. I'm only a mudblood in his eyes nothing more.
The chef nodded in congruence to his word "As you wish"
I thought well than having to argue with Malfoy and his insults.
"And also the plate and utensils she uses, in fact everything she touches"
This was going too far, I had to react like a normal person would.
"So, what if I touch everything that goes my way, will you throw the whole house out? Because if you will I'll be glad to accept it with arms open wide, knowing that it's my "filth" with it"
"There are certain artifacts and items in this house that feel they are worth more than a mudblood's touch...Curiosity is a sin to me, Granger. So, I'll warn you only this once, do not touch anything in this house if you want to live—"
"Believe me I'd rather die than be with you for the rest of my life!" I said scathingly
His eyes actually glinted when I said this but then he said "Suit yourself if you want die then, go ahead, I'll even do it for you"
He said that but it sounded like he didn't mean it. Honestly, Would Malfoy dare kill me? I guess so...
I was wrong!
Draco's POV
When she said nothing I said out of deep honesty, "You know my family, Granger. I admit it, our family is nothing but a bunch of dark wizards—"
"But you're proud of it" she blurted but then she cupped her mouth with her hand
I chose to ignore that so I continued "so this means that whatever lies in this house is nothing but pure trouble, if you don't want to die then lay your hands off it"
"Why do you care so much? I thought you wanted me dead"
"I don't"
Her eyes glimmered with what I said
"I want you alive long enough to torture you and Potter" I said harshly
She just stared at me, she knew me long enough to be hurt by something like that.
I started to scoop some food into my plate using the golden spoon. I saw the mudblood doing nothing.
"I thought you were hungry, Granger" I said malevolently "Go ahead and help yourself"
"Before I eat or anything, I just want to set some matters with you"
I placed the fork on my plate. What kind of matters would this little mudblood want to discuss about? I hope it's not elf rights or anything; the idea is absolutely absurd.
"What kind of matters do you want to discuss?"
"First, I want to know if these robes will be my uniform for the rest of my life because if it is, I will do some minor changes" she said holding out her wand
Fuck! I didn't know the little mudblood still had it, I must confiscate it having it with her is taking so much of a risk.
"Accio Wand!" I said and the wand flew gracefully to me, I grabbed it and made the mudblood stand up in outburst.
"Malfoy, give that back, that's my wand—"
I raised my hand to stop her from shouting. Honestly, seeing the mudblood that angry gave me the satisfaction I never had in this den of nightmares. Maybe I should make her angry all the time to satisfy me necessary needs as a human being, seeing her angry like that is pure entertainment and I wont have entertainment the other way.
Her usual milky white face was tainted with little bits of crimson on the cheek sides as she glowed in fury.
"First of all, let me remind you that I am the boss or rather your boss, I overrule you and dominate you which by far means that I take whatever belongings you have if I wish to do so, like this wand for an instance. Second of all, you are not to retort when I take something from you willingly and lastly, you will find the answer to your problem if you have your supper first. After all you were the one who said that you're hungry not me. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some matters to go to that are to trivial for mubloods like you"
I said leaving my dinner and my servant behind.
I strode off and went to the elf room. The room was circular with seven beds for seven elves, each green covers had the Malfoys' crest on it; it had a single fireplace, a single hearthrug and lastly a dim candlelight chandelier. I noticed that there were no elves around, so I guess that the opportunity was too right to lose.
I waved my wand and with it's swish I conjured a king sized bed, the other beds looked like matchboxes next to this bed. No, it must be smaller if a servant is going to sleep there. So I waved my wand again and conjured a bed just suitable for a person to sleep in, it had green and silver covers and of course, the Malfoys' crest. I smiled in spite of myself; the mudblood is going to sleep in the colors of her most abhorred enemy.
I pointed my wand on the headboard and it said "MALFOY'S MAID"
I heard someone enter but I ignored it thinking it was one of the elves.
"Perhaps this would do better," said a croaky voice behind me
Now the headboard said "R.I.P"
I raised my eyebrows and turned "What are you doing here, Palace?" I asked coldly "I thought you were deprived of your wand since you landed in this house"
"As a matter of fact, I was, Master Malfoy but now that you fired me from my original duties I was given the pleasure by your mother of having it again"
"You still didn't answer my other question, what are you doing here instead of just pleasing my mother and swelling up her head?"
"I thought you would like to have this," she said tossing me what looked like a pink blouse and a skirt.
I caught it; it was Granger's old clothes. The pink blouse still had its torn collar and the skirt was as filthy as ever. It was dirty and I was really surprised why I didn't let go of it right away.
It may be filthy and it smelled like the sewers she came from but it didn't mask the true fragrance Granger had, the sort of blueberry scent, it smelled just like her...
"Umm, Master Malfoy, what are you doing?" Annie asked looking at me quizzically
I just realized that I was touching Granger's clothes and molding them with my hands, it was more like caress.
"Is it any of your business?" I asked harshly
Palace muttered something incoherently and I just stared at her. It was honestly shameful to touch a mudblood's clothes like that; I'm not like that! The thing that I would usually do is to dock before Annie gave it to me knowing that it was a mudblood's belongings and not only that, it was filthy.
I repaired her clothes with my wand and it looked as clean as ever, but the blueberry scent remained. The torn collar was no longer torn.
I tossed her clothes on her bed and looked inquiringly at Palace.
"I was under the impression that Potter may have given her that blouse," she said pointing at the pink blouse I just repaired.
I felt a rush of hatred, Potter, the man whom I wish to hate forever. Potter, the headmaster's favorite. I hated that guy not because he vanquished the dark lord so many years ago; in fact I'm thankful for that. I hated him because of his attention in school and the attention he had from Granger, her girlfriend...
I stopped the thought, why should I care about them anyway?
"And why do you think so?"
"Because Hermione didn't want to give it to me in the first place"
I felt a slight tinge when I heard the mudblood's first name. I haven't heard that name so long already. I used to hear it in school when people need help in their assignments, they always ask for the mudblood erudite!
"I see but that doesn't justify the reason on why you are here"
Palace looked up to me with her huge blue eyes, her eyes were one of her assets. No, it's her only asset.
"I was wondering what I would do now that you have dismissed me"
She was my mother's personal maid for Christ's sake! Why is she asking me this?
I looked at her, Jesus! She looked so pathetic. I chose to ignore her and stared at the ceiling instead.
"Do you honestly prefer that mudblood rather than me? I have served you for many years now!" she said with a slight quiver in her voice.
My eyes widened, Is she jealous? Damn! Palace must be in love with me but I thought she was in good terms with Hermione then why does she seem to be envious of her?
I looked at her; her face was shining with tears. I felt a smirk form on my face, she looked so horrible, she looked like and escaped clown from a circus and she was jealous.
"You have no right to question me that" I said
"And you had no right to dismiss me!" she retorted
"I had every right, Palace since I was your master but if you want to know the reason why I dismissed you then I will tell you, it is because you were so keen in following my mother's orders not mine! And you were my servant not my mother's, besides now that you've mentioned it, I chose Granger over you because you look horrible!"
She coughed and said "But you can right this with your wand!"
"You can right it with yours" I said
"I can't! I tried but nothing happens, I suppose it's because it's a dark artifact and only dark wizards can right it"
I suppressed my anger, I hated it when I'm being called a dark wizard because I know that they are pertaining to eternal servitude to Voldemort, the dark lord who took my parents' attention from me, a relentless monster only to feed with his servants services and his mounting supremacy.
"Go and ask my mother then" I said through gritted teeth.
"She can do nothing for me, besides Narcissa has done enough"
"Then I can do nothing for you" I said as I started for the door but she stopped me by saying "There must be something in that girl...you like her don't you?!"
I stopped and then I proceeded on saying "No, I don't she's my enemy and it is best to know that your enemy is serving you"
Palace gave me one last look then left.
But the effect of her words was powerful; do I really like the mudblood? No, I don't, I detest the mudblood there is no room for me to like her. She is a mudblood and that is all she'll ever be, a mudblood and a servant but so far, of all the people I've encountered, she was the best person who gave attention I never had. It may be hatred but she still notices me at least unlike others who were paid to notice me, busy enough to give their son the least of their attention or gave me attention because of my affluence.
I'd rather have the mudblood's hatred than those things.
Again I stopped the thought. Since when did I prefer something that's coming from a mudblood most especially, Granger?
I took Granger's clothes; these clothes will be what she'll be using in cleaning my shoes, bookshelves and whatsoever things I have. I stripped the pink blouse thinking about Potter and his little girlfriend. A slight pang of pain through my body, I chose to ignore that, whatever that meant.
I went back to the kitchen and saw her resting her back serenely, so she ate enough, good. Now, I can show her where she'll sleep.
"Are you done yet?" I asked her
"I think I am thank you, by the way what the hell is that reddish soup there, it isn't blood is it?" she asked
"No, it's not. It's tomato soup"
"Oh!" she said, "May I taste some of it? It looks rather delicious"
I sat opposite to her and said, "Help yourself"
She scooped some soup into her bowl and ate and I just stared at her. She looked apparently different than before...and it was something that I just noticed today. I glanced at the wall clock and the time is 10 pm, time flies real fast.
"I'm done," she said
She left a bit of stain on her upper lip; I reached out for it and wiped it with my thumb. I wiped it till my thumb reached her lips; I was touching her lips like I was touching her clothes before.
I was staring at her lips and I felt two hot and intense breaths come out from it, it somehow felt....sexy. Her lips were moist from the soup she just ate but I found myself too busy to care, I continued to caress it. Her lips felt soft as soft as the skin above it. I continued to touch it as if I was massaging it. Her lips...looked so kissable. If only I could just...
No way!
Her eyes widened as if she was surprised.
I actually surprised myself.
She moved away from me and said, "What are you doing?"
"It was filthy, Granger. Now, let's go so that you will know where you're sleeping" I said
What the hell was I doing back there?
I stood up and motioned her to follow me, the blueberry scent she had was mildly intoxicating. She followed me until we reached the elf room.
"That will be your bed and these," I said dropping the blouse I torn a while ago "will be your rags to use to wipe my shoes and belongings"
To my astonishment, she didn't notice her clothes at first instead she said "You honestly want to kill me already, don't you?"
I stared at her then her bed still read "R.I.P.". I smirked then said, "Better off that way right?"
She said nothing, I waved my wand in a bored manner and it changed the headboard back tom it's original saying "MALFOY'S MAID"
She scowled at me then said "R.I.P. is way better than that"
I gave her no remark at all but she wasn't complaining, she complied and went to sit at the edge of her bed.
"You forgot this," I said dropping her, her rags.
"God! Malfoy what have you done?"
I looked at her then she said "Harry gave me this blouse and it was my favorite, the least you could have done for me was to give it to me in one piece"
"I thought we've been through this before, Granger. There is no least that I can do for you because there is nothing I can do for you"
I left the room after that and I saw Scarlette on the way to my room. I called the elf and asked her to make the mudblood's official uniform by daybreak tomorrow, I know it'll be done immediately knowing my taunts of clothes if she couldn't.
"...I want it in my room tomorrow, first thing in the morning" I said
I went into my room smirking, and then I noticed Granger's skirt clutched tightly on my hand. I guess she was far too upset with the blouse to notice that I had her skirt. It still smelled like her but not for long, it wouldn't smell that way anymore after a few days.
I tossed her skirt on the silvery sofa and I laid myself on my bed. My room was clouded in darkness with no light at all; I magically opened the curtain to enlighten my room with the moon's light.
I drifted into thoughts of wonder.
I was uneasy when I was with her tonight, it's a good thing I'm good at masking things.
I caught her a while ago and didn't bother to drop her right away.
I caressed her clothes and thought about her.
I felt a slight twinge when she mentioned Potter, her boyfriend or rather her fiancé
I wiped her upper lip, caressing it with my thumb.
I had the urge to kiss her and make the sad face go away when I saw her sad face as I gave her, her blouse.
And now, I'm still thinking of her.
Maybe Palace was right. Maybe I do like Granger...
After all I said it myself she was the best person who gave me attention.
"You can't love a mudblood especially a mudblood who is your maid and most especially a mudblood who is Potter's girlfriend" I said to myself
The thought of Potter brought that familiar twinge again.
I was angry with myself, I was deluded by the attention Granger was giving me and of course her newly transformed self.
I decided to sleep to keep her away from my thoughts, "she's a mudblood," I kept repeating in my head.
It actually made my head ache.
"She's a mudblood"
Besides, this is just a mere infatuation. Soon enough I'll realize that she's just a pest infesting the house that she's just a mudblood, my personal servant...nothing more.
"She's a mudblood"
I still kept repeating "she's a mudblood" loudly and clearly, hoping that this would make me forget her but every time I say it I think about her.
"She's a mudblood"
"She's a mudblood"
"She's a mudblood"
"She's a mudblood"
"I like the mudblood—"
I said that without thinking clearly and loudly. It was so sudden and it took me by surprise, I didn't expect those words to come from me.
That bothered me more.
A/N: I think this was a bit too fast; tell me what you think in your reviews. I'm sorry if this was a bit faster, you know with Draco starting to feel something toward Hermione but I can think of nothing else to write. Maybe I'll correct this in the next chapter and hope that it'll be better than this one. I'm also sorry if the update is a bit longer than usual...I was having a writer's block for the whole month of April. So sorry...thanks for the reviews.
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