This is coming along better then i thought it would so far well at least writing is a lot better then I thought it would be inspiration is coming to me very quickly with this story just hope people like it, I'll try to update really soon bye and enjoy.
Hermione had yet to get any work done since Mr. Crow had informed her she would have a guest at one. She paced the room and could think of nothing but how to get this person to back up her research. She heard a clock chime from somewhere down the hall and panic began to show its ugly little head, quickly she started gathering up notes and paper's that she thought would be easy for a person to understand. It was difficult she hadn't thought of someone to help her finance her work and now that there was a possibility that someone might actually want to finance her work she wanted it presentable. She had not noticed the person who was watching as she hurriedly put paper's away until they cleared their throat causing Hermione to drop the large stack of paper in her hands. He was not the person she expected to see. A very well dressed Blaise Zabini stood at her lab door looking her over. Hermione stood there for a moment like a deer in head light's. He looked at her expecting something but no words came from her.
"Manner's Granger, when a person comes to see you, you invite them in, perhaps even ask if they would like some tea as you show them to a seat."
Suddenly Hermione's head began to hurt, this was her financier?
"Zabini, I wasn't expecting anyone until one, and as you can see asking you to come have a seat would be impossible as there are no chairs here, this is a work room, you know where people work."
Damn it, she shouldn't have done that, she was not about to kiss up to some rich little brat but to throw away her mother's chance's at becoming well was not something she wanted to do either.
"Well its good to see you are aware of your surrounding's Granger." He began to walk around the lab looking down at the dirty floor and spotted table's with disgust "Even if the surrounding's are not suitable for a house elf to work in."
Hermione bite the inside of her cheek's she knew the Laboratory was not the best lab in the world but it did its job and that was what she needed.
"From what I understand you want to know more about my work?"
She decided that perhaps a change in subject would be best.
"Actually, no" He picked up a piece of parchment and begin reading Hermione's reports.
"Then why are you here Zabini" Hermione snatched the parchment back as she spoke. She was not about to sit here and deal with him not when she had someone who wanted to know about her work would be coming soon.
"I'm here to speak with you," Hermione looked at him closely now, he had his arms crossed and looked down at her from his impressive height.
"Zabini I really don't have the time for this," Hermione turned away from him and started tidying up the laboratory. "So if you well just go I can continue my work in peace."
Blaise rolled his eyes, he really didn't want to be here but he didn't want to disappoint a friend.
"I'm here so you don't immediately shut the door on your hopefully soon to be investors face."
"Zabini I don't care who this investor is so long as they have the funds and connections that well get me the items I need for this project." It could have been Bellatrix Lestrange for all Hermione cared she wanted to save her mother and that was all that mattered. Zabini smiled. "Do you really mean that Granger?"
"Yes Zabini I really mean that, Voldemolt himself could fund me and I wouldn't care."
All to sudden for Hermione Blaise closed the space that separated them. Hermione backed up only to hit the table behind her, he was very close. He suddenly seemed bigger to her, and she became very aware of his presence. Zabini was a handsome young man, very well toned, with high, well-defined cheekbones and dark olive skin that contrasted nicely with his white, immaculate teeth. Hermione may not have been interested in the young wizard but she was not blind.
"Granger, your staring." Hermione blinked a few times
"Zabini, your to close." He smirked.
"Well if I was to far I wouldn't be able to Apparate with you"
The next thing Hermione knew Blaise Zabini had grabbed her around her waist then everything went black; she felt the familiar sensation as she was pressed very hard from all directions; she could not breathe, she felt her chest being squeezed and her ear-drums felt like they were going to pop. As soon as the sensation came it left, leaving Hermione in a very bright room holding Blaise for dear life. When Hermione was finally able to adjust to the light in room she took in her surrounding's. The room was a large room with large window's that covered one side of the room, the walls were a light cream color and the curtains, that which were pushed away allowing the room to brightly be lite by the mid day sun, where a soft pastel green with gold trim. There was not a lot of furniture but the few seats and table that were there were a dark mahogany wood with delicate designs.
"Granger, well you please let me go."
Hermione looked at Blaise he was no longer holding her but she was pressed up very tightly against his arm. She could feel every muscle in his arm as she was sure he could feel every curve of her. Her face turned crimson as she released him, Hermione was embarrassed but now that she had the chance to think she was also angry.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ZABINI?"
Hermione now had her wand pointed at Blaise.
"Relax Granger I wasn't the one pressing up against you." He said as if that was the issue, Hermione saw red.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I?!"
Blaise sighed. "Please Granger you're making a scene." Hermione laughed.
"Well I apologize," She told him with a smile "Please allow me to be a proper guest." Pointing her wand slightly behind Blaise she yells "Confringo" One of the beautiful chairs behind him burst into flames. At her words Blaise took cover, he expected her to be mad but he didn't expect her to start throwing curses.
"ARE YOU MAD WOMEN" Hermione's smile widen "I'm sorry, you wanted to see me mad?" Hermione held up her wand but before the words came out she felt her wand slip through her hands. Turning around she saw men she never wished to see again. Lucius Malfoy stood in the door way with his son Draco, her wand in his hand. Hermione refused to show fear she stood as tall as she could and glared at the men in front of her.
"Now Miss Granger, my son well hand you back your wand if you promise not to burn any more of our furniture." Mr. Malfor spoke as he entered the room. Draco walked over to Hermione holding her wand out to her. She took her wand but kept it pointed at the three men in front of her. Mr. Malfoy rang a bell and a table appeared with tea sandwiches, scones seasoned with herbs and cheese, plain scones served with clotted cream, sweet scones banana bread, zucchini bread, tea cakes, cookies, sweets and a nice hot pot of tea.
"Please Miss Granger have a seat," Hermione felt a chair behind her, the men all stood waiting a few moments passed before Mr Malfoy spoke again. "Miss Granger it is considered rude to sit down before a lady, so if you would please," He slightly tilted his head as he spoke.
"Mr. Malfoy it is also considered rude to kidnap someone." She glared at the man, he had only spent a month in Azkaban, a slap on the wrist at best, although he was under house arrest for the next 5 years. She would make sure he never left the bloody place now.
"Where you not told you would be meeting with someone who was interested in you're work today?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes before she gave a quick nod.
"And did you not agree to met that said investor at one?"
Again she gave a quick nod.
"We'll then how could I have kidnapped you when you agreed to this meeting?"
Hermione looked at him a little surprised.
"You are the one who is interested in my work?"
Mr. Malfoy gave a slight nod.
"Yes," He turned to his son "Draco, would you mind?"
Draco closed his eyes.
"You're work was brought to my attention recently and I think we can help each other," Draco opened his eyes and looked directly into Hermione's. She couldn't help but notice there seemed to be dark circles around his eyes, he looked as if he had not slept in some time. " I believe I can give some valuable insight on certain ingredients and with the us financing this project we well be able to purchase any of the items you may require, we all ready have a lab waiting for you to take over."
Hermione glared.
"I am not in this for the glory, so if the two of you think that I well let you help me with this project in order to help redeem yourselves in the public eye then find another puppet, I can find investors anywhere, I'm sure the Longbottoms well be more then happy to fund my finding's" Hermione stood her ground she would not be bullied.
"Longbottoms? They do not have the access to the funds we have, and what well you do have Neville assist you and destroys all the work you have done? Don't be so bloody foolish" Draco snapped at her.
Hermione turned on the spot expecting to Apparate back in her laboratory, but to her surprise nothing happened.
"The house only allows pre-approved witches and wizards to Apparate in and out Miss. Granger." Hermione glared at Mr. Malfoy. "How convenient." Hermione took a seat as soon as she sat the men also sat. "Please Miss Granger do not misunderstand we wish nothing but to find a cure for ailments of the mind caused by magic, tea?" He flicked his wand and a cup began to fill itself in front of her. "We have seen what magic does to one's mind and we assure you we just want to find a cure, if you wish for the Malfoy name to stay off the paper work then so be it, when you present your cure to the community at large we well stay a hidden secret, no one need know we were the ones who financed this, sugar?" Hermione looked at him confusion written all over her face, Lucius Malfoy wanted to help her cure people and from what it sounded like he wanted nothing in return and to top it all off he was offering her tea. Something was wrong here.
"Mr. Malfoy there is a muggle saying that fits here don't look a gift horse in the mouth"
Draco sighed heavily.
"Granger are you gonna take the deal or not."
Hermione glared at Draco.
"And there is another muggle saying that would fit well in this situation, if its too good to be true, it probably is."
Hermione looked over at the three men, Draco looked as if he was trying to register her words, Mr. Malfoy was unreadable and Blaise sipped his tea without a care in the world.
"Well then Miss Granger what are you gonna do well you take the gift horse or look it in the mouth?"
Hermione was surprised that Mr. Malfoy seemed to understand her thoughts. The situation seemed like a great situation she would get all the funding she needed a great laboratory to work in and probably a competent assistant, but these were the Malfoy's she was talking to there had to be a hidden agenda somewhere but did that matter while her mother was somewhere out there hurting? She made her decision.
"I well be returning to school in August," Mr. Malfoy smirked, a smirk Hermione had seen on Dracos face plenty of times.
"I already spoke with the new Headmistress and she well be connecting your laboratory to Hogwarts so that you may work at school."
Hermione looked between the men.
"Well then seems that everything is all set, lovely."