AN: I really hope you guys are enjoying my story so far. My chapters still have been pretty short, so i'll be sure to try and make them longer. I wasn't too sure of what to write for this chapter, so it still isn't that long. Next chapter I promise will be a nice long one. Thanks to all of you who have added this story to your alerts/favorites! Looking forward to more reviews! Enjoy :)

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Just as Harry had said, an owl arrived the following day with the directions and list of rules. The letter was obviously written by Harry, but the rules had been written on a thicker paper and the perfect writing oozed elegance and superiority. "Malfoy," she hissed.

Passing over the instructions she read straight through the rules.

Granger, this is a precise list of rules you are to follow while staying with us at my manor.

Rule No. 1: You are never to look at me.

Rule No. 2: Don't speak to me because I won't even listen.

Rule No.3: You are not to eat your meals with me and my family. You eat with the house elves.

Rule No.4: Keep your mud-blood arse out of my business.

Rule No.5: Keep your know-it-all comments to yourself.

Rule No.6: You must bathe. Merlin, we don't want your stench and filthy hands corroding the place now do we.

Rule No.7: When we have company you are to stay in your room, like the dog that you are.

Rule No.8: Do as I say, always.

Rule No.9: Potty and Weasel are never to step foot on my property.

"How dare he!" She screamed, losing control of her emotions immediately. She didn't even bother reading the rest of the rules, seeing how the list seemed to go into the hundreds.

"What's going on?" A familiar voice questioned.

Hermione turned to see Harry standing over by the doorway to her kitchen. Hermione wasted no time in explaining as she stomped towards her friend. "Look at this list of rules Malfoy sent me!" She yelled, handing it over to a bewildered Harry.

"Bloody hell!" Harry started, now fuming. "This is not the list we had looked over."

"Well somehow he managed to replace it with-with-with this!" She took the paper and angrily shook it as if it was Malfoy himself. "I'm going to hex him to the next century!" She cried. Tears of anger were now streaming down her face, clouding her vision.

"Now Hermione, I'm mad too, but we need to be the bigger ones in this situation," He said in a calmer voice, but his eyes still held their fiery anger towards Malfoy and his insufferable ways.

Hermione agreed, but knew that whatever she did, nothing was going to change the way Malfoy treated her. She got up and wrapped her arms around her friend.

" 'Mione if you want, maybe I can convince the Ministry to let someone stay with you for a short while until you get more comfortable with your...surroundings."

He placed his head on top of hers and sighed. Hermione mimicked his sigh and began to speak..

"That's very thoughtful of you Harry, but I doubt that that would be okay. I also don't want to get attached to having someone else with me, only to have them taken away in a short time."

"Alright. If that's what you want."

She reluctantly broke away from her friend's embrace, and grabbed the instructions she had left on the counter. "Would you mind helping me pack?"

Harry gave his friend an encouraging smile. "Not at all."

They walked arm in arm until they reached her closet. "This is a pretty small closet," Harry pointed out. It looked like it could barely hold the both of them if they were to step inside.

Hermione let out a laugh to Harry's surprise. She walked into the closet and beckoned Harry with her finger.

"We won't fit in-"

"Oh Harry just come on," she interjected, grabbing his arm and hauling him in.

They stepped in and instantly the closet grew one-hundred times it's size. "Oh," was all Harry could say as he noted the abundance of her wardrobe.

"I have acquired quite a lot," she said as she stepped in and out of racks and racks of clothing.

"Bloody hell woman," he stammered.

There were dresses, evening gowns, costumes, skirts, blouses, witch's robes, and shoes galore.

"I bet Gin comes to visit you a lot," he remarked, tripping over a box of black strappy heels. He looked at them and made a face. "When the bloody hell'd you wear these?" He questioned, picking one of the seductive shoes up with a finger strung through the straps.

Hermione blushed. "I never have. I was saving them for a special occasion."

"And this?" he said picking up an alarmingly poofy white dress. "Planning on going to a wedding...as the cake?"

Her already red face darkened a few shades. "It was an impulse buy," she said, trying to defend her choice of buying the retched thing.

Harry's laugh echoed throughout the monstrous closet, which in turn

made Hermione laugh.

"Alright," she finally choked out after she could breathe again. "Back to more serious things." She tapped a finger to her chin. "How does one pack for a whole year?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm a guy 'Mione. I'd pack a few shirts, a few pairs of jeans, and a few robes, and be done with it. I do not have even close to the amount of rubbish a girl has, especially you." He stated, motioning to all around him.

"Hey my stuff isn't rubbish!" She cried in mock anger, and playfully slapped his arm.

"Hey back!" He yelled, copying her move.

"Stop it you prat!" she laughed and hit him again.

"Alright alright. You win."

They began to go through and pick out things they thought she might need and placing them in a pile. The heap seemed to grow and grow and grow. Hermione realized that she didn't want to part with most of her clothing, and found herself making up excuses as to why she should take them.

"What about this?" Harry asked, holding up a huge gray hoodie. Holes covered the ratty old thing as did a few unrecognizable stains near the collar.

Hermione looked at it for a few seconds and then pointed to the pile.

"You're bloody joking," Harry said as he threw the sweatshirt onto the floor beside him.

"Hey put it in the pile!" She whined, as she went to go snatch it.

"Uh uh uh," Harry scolded.

"Haaaary! Give it back!"

He wagged his finger in her face. "You are acting like a little child," he stated. "Think about it 'Mione. Why would you ever need this?"

"It might get cold," she huffed.

"Yeah right," He said while rolling his eyes. "I imagine the Malfoys to be very picky about keeping their house at an uncomfortable temperature."

Hermione just scowled.

"I also would imagine that if you wore this around the manor Malfoy would have a grand old time making fun of you. It's tattered and covered in stains. Plus, the tag reads extra extra large." He finished and glanced at her. "You cannot wear this," and with a flick of his wrist the garment disappeared before Hermione could reach for it.

"Fine," she breathed, and went back to sorting through her ample amounts of clothing. He did have a point.

She managed to shrink and pack everything into a few trunks. After finishing she let out a deep sigh and leaned against the wall for support. "Thanks for all your help Harry," she smiled at her exhausted friend.

"Mhm," was all he could manage as he sank down to sit on the floor.

"Why don't you go back home and rest," she suggested, holding a hand out to help him up.

"Rest," he said with a huge grin.

She laughed, and hugged her best friend goodbye.

Hermione's last few weeks of freedom seemed to fly by. It was the day she was to leave, and Ron, Harry, and Ginny came to see her off. Dread filled the pit of her stomach, while tears filled her eyes as she hugged each of them goodbye. When she came to Ron she noticed a small tear escape his glistening eyes, and nearly broke down right then and there.

" 'Mione," he whispered, caressing her cheek. He bent down and placed his lips on hers in a soft and sweet gesture. She put her hands through his firey hair and pulled him closer to deepen it.

Ginny and Harry stood by awkwardly, looking ashamed of witnessing such a private moment between the two. After a few seconds of whispering they stepped into the next room.

"Ron," Hermione breathed as she pulled away. I love you, but before she could say the words aloud, a beeping sound went off signaling to her that it was time to leave.

She gave one last halfhearted smile to her friends and apparated to Malfoy Manor.

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