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Chapter Two –
Hermione woke drowsily, rolling over onto her side.
Big mistake.
Her head bounced off the metal leg of the bed and she hissed. Slowly, she crawled out from underneath it and moulded the leg back into shape, removing all evidence of her collision with the thin, wiry frame.
She sighed in frustration.
That little Weasel! He'd sold her for fifty galleons! Fifty!
Why when she got back to normal, she'd-
Oh… right…
She would never go back to normal. He made sure of that.
She sighed with frustration and sat on the edge of her bed, playing with her dress.
She was fast running out of clothes, too, and food.
She wouldn't be able to last much longer, unless she managed to formulate an escape soon…
Then her eyes widened in remembrance and she dashed down the flimsy wooden stairs. The sandwich was still lying on the table! Granted, it looked a little… soggy… and had fallen off of the plate in the travel over here from the shop, but it was still edible.
She ran as fast as she could to the table and swiped the contents up, before retreating back to the bedroom.
She sighed and nibbled on the crusts. A single tear fell down her cheek; she was stuck with Malfoy.
All hope of ever surviving this, or even getting back to normal was out the window.
She sat there for a few minutes longer, before she heard voices, and felt the house shift.
Gasping, she crawled under the bed and waited.
"Happy Birthday, mother," a deep voice, Draco, called.
She heard a feminine squeal of excitement and the house stopped moving, "Oh, Draco! Thank you so much!" Narcissa Malfoy cried, "It's exactly what I wanted!"
Through the thin sheets, Hermione could see the front of the house open and she shied further back. Narcissa Malfoy was glancing in, touching every other piece of furniture in the house, running her finger tips along the top.
She opened the little fridge and cooed in excitement, "Oh look! There's even little packets of food in here! All Muggle foods!"
Hermione sighed in annoyance, quietly to herself, but froze when she saw the hand approach the bedroom.
Gasping, she straightened herself out and kept silent, completely doll like.
Narcissa lifted the bed and gasped.
"There's even a little doll!"
"What?" Draco asked, as Narcissa pulled Hermione from her hiding spot. She held her between her thumb and forefinger, turning her in different directions to inspect the 'doll'.
Draco leant in closer, his brow furrowed. Hermione kept her eyes wide and fixed looking straight ahead. She'd done this before, when Ron had shown the house to little children in the shop. They always made her sticky from their grubby little fingers, and she complained nonstop so that Ron would put her out of reach.
Luckily, he'd placed a permanent water charm and magic pipe system in the house, so the shower, sink and toilet all worked.
"That looks just like Granger…" Draco muttered. He reached out and pulled Hermione from his mother's grasp to inspect her closer, "In fact, this looks exactly like her… same annoying know-it-all facial expression too."
Hermione tried her best to stay looking neutral, as hard as it was.
Narcissa snatched Hermione from his grasp and placed her, sitting her up straight on the little armchair in the corner of the bedroom, "Where on earth did you find this?" she grinned, hugging Draco.
"In that little Muggle street in Diagon Alley… The one owned by Granger… Weasel said this used to belong to her…" Draco pondered, "But said she went away on business for a while…"
"Well, it's sad that she has to part with such a magnificent item." She cheered, "Thank you so much, son, I love it!"
Draco grinned and hugged his mother, leaving her to play with the house, returning back to his room to read.
Hermione just sat still in the little chair, watching Narcissa as she moved around little pieces of furniture and rearranged some of the smaller items into drawers.
Hermione sighed to herself in frustration, quietly. She sat there for another few hours, waiting for Narcissa to leave.
When she finally did, Hermione was starving. She dashed as fast as she could down to the kitchen and grabbed the packet of Maryland cookies from the cupboard and started to nibble them.
She was drawing herself a bath when there was a knock on the door.
Hermione froze, but the knock came again… and again… and again.
"Who on earth…?" she muttered. She slowly tiptoed down the stairs, grabbing the baseball bat from behind the cabinet on the second floor.
Cautiously opening the door, she gasped at who was stood before her.
"Malfoy?" she asked.
And there you go…
I don't know if this is any good… I wanted to do something in Hermione's perspective, but I didn't want to repeat the previous chapter, because that might have been too repetitive…
Anywaay, I'm looking for a BETA at the moment, because I have loads of stories to write, and my own novel in the process of writing, and I don't have the time to go through and edit my stories, so if you'd be up for it, please, either review or message me! :D
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