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Where the Snake Got His Scales
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This chapter is for Fanfic_addict. I love a returning reader. I thank her for reading past my mistakes. lol So here's a chapter just for you!
Chapter 8: Where the Snake Got His Scales
Standing in her full length mirror, Hermione sighed for what seemed the millionth time in the last ten minutes that she was standing her for. She was dressed in a cream color dress that hug to her soft curves. The neck line plunged down in a 'U' shape. It had capped sleeves and a small tie that made a bow on the waist. The dress was simple, yet classy, and complimented her small frame. Continuing down her body, she watched her thighs come out from underneath her dress just below the knee and travel down to her feet where a pair of brown heels were strapped on. Running her hands threw her hair she let out a puff of breath.
"Honestly 'Mione. What are you so worried about? It's Mrs. Malfoy in a library. She's not going to suck out your blood like a veela." Teased Ginny. Hermione called in reinforcements when she relized that she had nothing to wear for her outing today. Running down to Gryffindor tower early this morning, she pulled Ginny from her slumber to hell her dress for the Lady of the Manor. Ginny instanly awoke and grabbed the little number that Hermion had on now along with the shoes. At first, Hermione protested saying that jeans and sneakers would be just as pratical, and the red headed women laughed. Pushing the burnette into the shower, she waited for her to wash and then dress. Looking at her masterpiece, Ginny gave a warm smile to her friend. "Really. What are you so nervous for?"
"I don't know. Wouldn't you be nervous?" Sitting down next to her sister like figure on the bed she sighed, again. "Its just, its Mrs. Malfoy! Malfoy's mum!"
"Even Death Eaters have mummies Hermione." Hermione laughed. Yes, but somehow she just couldn't picture Lucius or Snape all cuddly with their mums. A knock rasped on her woodedn door. Turning their heads toward the door, a voice sounded from the other side.
"Granger! We're going to be late!" Ginnny turned toward her friend, a confused look on her face.
"He's going too?" Hermione shrugged and stood.
"I suppose. How else would I get there and back? Feel free to go back to sleep here Gin. Thanks again for your help." She smiled warmly at her friend.
"Oh please! It was my pleasure. We'll be fixing your wardrobe when you return I hope you know." With that the red head fell back against the pillows and drifted to sleep. Opening the door, Hermione peaked up through her long lashes. Inhaling at the sight before her, she stared wide eyed at Draco standing in front of her. For the first time ever, that she has seen anyway, he was dressed in muggle clothing. He had on a crisp white button down shirt, a black sports coat on top, and dark blue jeans. Slighty salavating at the man infront of her, she was snapped out of her daze when he cleared his throat.
"Ready then Granger."
"Um, yea. All set." Walking over to the fire place, Draco motioned her in first, then he followed. Both disappeared into the green flames.
Stepping out of the Malfoy Manor fireplace in the parlor, Hermione sneezed as the dust tickled her nose. Opening her eyes she saw a off white hankerchief. Looking up with confused eyes, she saw Draco turned from her with his hand out toward the side offering her the hankerchief. Slowly taking the offering, she dabbed her nose.
"Thank you."
"Argentum." He called out, ignoring her. Sunddenly, a small pop was heard.
"You called Master Malfoy?" croaked the tiny elf, bowing to its master. " Good day to you Miss Granger."
"Oh, uh. Hello Argentum. Its nice to see you again."
"You are to kind to this lowly house elf Miss."
"Argentum. Where's mother?" Draco inturrpted. He'd be damn if he was going to stand here all day and listen to her chat with a house elf. The elf jumped in fear and bowed low again to Draco.
"Already in the library sir."
"Very well. Tell her we'll be there shortly."
"Yes Master Malfoy." With that, the small house elf popped away into a cloud of sparkling grey.
Walking out of the room, Hermione followed Draco's long strides through the mazed halls of Malfoy Manor. She gazed at all of the structure of the building, marveling at its hand carved arches and stairs. After a short walk, Draco stopped at a white painted door with curved brass handles.
" Mother is inside. Do be nice Granger."
"I'm not the one who needs to be remined of my manners Master Malfoy." She teased. Turnign from him, she lifted the handle and walked into the cozy room. The lights were dimmed thanks to candles that hung in iron holders on the wall. Rows and rows of bookshelves lined the walls. Looking around, she noticed brown leather chairs circling a wooden table in the far left corner. Seeing no one around, Hermione sat down in one of the chairs, and waited for her host. Hermione took in all of the setions she could read from where she sat. Herbs, Dark Spells, Potions, History. Ah, she could live in here if she could. Turning her head when she heard the door opening, Hermione stood when she saw Mrs. Malfoy walk in. She wore a simple black dress that came above her knees, and plunged to a 'V' blow her neck. An emerald pendent with diamonds surrounding it glittered in the dim light. It was her shoes though that made Hermione wide eyed. They were emerald green retro babydoll pumps with black ruffle trim and a black velvet bow. The women sure knew how to make an outfit stand out with just a pair of shoes.
"Hello Miss. Granger. So nice of you to come visit me again."
"Oh, please Mrs. Malfoy, its Hermione. And thank you so much for letting me come her again. I just couldn't wait." Narcissa motioned for the two of them to sit in the chairs with her hand. Smiling warmly, she eyed the girl. 'Properly dressed. Not over the top, not sleezy. Such a lovely girl.'
"Hermione. Its Narcissa remember. Or Cissy. Now, how are you doing dear?"
"Oh, I'm well." Somehow she just couldn't bring her self to say 'Cissy' to Draco's mum. It would be like calling Snape 'kitten' or 'sugar lips'. It just wasn't done. Smiling brightly up to the older witch the two talked for a few minutes before Draco entered the room.
"Morning mother. How are you?" He bent down and kissed his mother on her pale cheek. He then stood behind her chair, making her look even smaller while she sat with his impressive height.
"I'm fine dear boy. Here, come sit. There's a spot by Hermione over there. There's a good lad. Hermione and I were just chating. You know how us hens are dear." Sittin next to Hermione, Draco nodded at his mother. Really, why couldn't he sit next to her. Granger was having an effect on him enough with her sexy dress, it wouldn't help to smell her honey dew scented hair. It wouldn't really. Narcissa smiled wickidly at the picture her son and the young witch made. If she kept up with her plans to be a grandmother soon, she wouldn't be Lady of the Manor by the time summer rolled around. With her son's charming good looks and intellect, it flared Hermione's soft features and her own intellect. Her grand babies wouldn't just be adorable, they'd be brillant too. She couldn't wait.
"Why don't we get some tea hm? Argentum." Narcissa called. With a familiar pop, Argentum came from the sparkled dust.
"Yes Mistress? What can Argentum get for you and the Master and Miss?"
"Tea would be lovely."
"Yes Mistress. Argentum aims to serve." With another pop, he vanished. Turning to the two infront of her, she noticed they weren't talking. Well, she'd have to fix that.
"Hermione dear. I hear your apposed to house elves." Turning her hazel eyes to the older witch, Hermione nodded.
"Yes, I found it cruel and heart wrenching."
"Still does I bet." Sneared Draco.
"Well, not anymore really. Not after spending summers with Dobby and Kreacher. I learned that its imprinted for them to be ever faithful to their masters. That they can't really break who they are. Like, if I was to take up Quidditch and stop reading, I would be out of my element. But, I still don't believe that they should be beaten just because they didn't do a job properly."
"Well put Hermione dear. You most have just learned all this being a muggle born and all. The transition you made is drastic."
"Yes, going from having no magic to haveing magic is just awful." Draco remarked. "Honestly. Being able to do things that they can't even imagine is just down right awful."
"Draco. Don't be a sour melon." Laughed Narcissa.
"Actually Malfoy. Muggles have a pretty good idea about magic. I mean they don't actually know, but they create movies and tv shows about people being able to preform magic." stated Hermione. Was he always such and arse?
"Movies?"
"TV shows?" Both Draco and Narcissa questioned. Hermione laughed at the fact she forgot they have no idea what she was talking about. They looked at her like she was Fluffy and had three heads. For the rest of the afternoon, the trio sipped tea while Hermione explain her world. Narcissa and Hermione broke their tea so that she could show her the rest of the library, which extendend beyond what Hermione originally shaw when she walked in. Finding the young witche's thirst for knowledge refreshing, she smirked as she watch her son eye up Hermione. Oh, she just couldn't wait for the summer.
Sorry its a little short. Dont wanna miss BONES! Plus it has finally stopped raining over here. Nine days of rain, I think the plants are good on water now. You can stop really. lol. READ. REVIEW. WRITE!!
MalfoyMistressK
Hermione's Dress:
(http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&ct=tbn&q=http://mabellachic.com/images/mauve_dress.jpg&usg=AFQjCNGnX_PC_smbbY8zn6zWvUA5mtp0Yw)
shoes:
(http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&ct=tbn&q=http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/P10821418.jpg&usg=AFQjCNHNYnJZNLCJyJEyaCpA0RcuIZF7NA)
Mrs. Malfoys dress:
(http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&ct=tbn&q=http://www.germes-online.com/direct/dbimage/50246068/Evening_Dress.jpg&usg=AFQjCNEZVPH7XR_VF4bOGe00hxL2hFxzVA)
shoes:
(http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&ct=tbn&q=http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/159/a/AAAAAjNkECMAAAAAAVmoSw.png%3Fv%3D1223226854000&usg=AFQjCNGb7okZpDPL9v6tAkyEMeMcqYa1xg)
This chapter is for Fanfic_addict. I love a returning reader. I thank her for reading past my mistakes. lol So here's a chapter just for you!
Chapter 8: Where the Snake Got His Scales
Standing in her full length mirror, Hermione sighed for what seemed the millionth time in the last ten minutes that she was standing her for. She was dressed in a cream color dress that hug to her soft curves. The neck line plunged down in a 'U' shape. It had capped sleeves and a small tie that made a bow on the waist. The dress was simple, yet classy, and complimented her small frame. Continuing down her body, she watched her thighs come out from underneath her dress just below the knee and travel down to her feet where a pair of brown heels were strapped on. Running her hands threw her hair she let out a puff of breath.
"Honestly 'Mione. What are you so worried about? It's Mrs. Malfoy in a library. She's not going to suck out your blood like a veela." Teased Ginny. Hermione called in reinforcements when she relized that she had nothing to wear for her outing today. Running down to Gryffindor tower early this morning, she pulled Ginny from her slumber to hell her dress for the Lady of the Manor. Ginny instanly awoke and grabbed the little number that Hermion had on now along with the shoes. At first, Hermione protested saying that jeans and sneakers would be just as pratical, and the red headed women laughed. Pushing the burnette into the shower, she waited for her to wash and then dress. Looking at her masterpiece, Ginny gave a warm smile to her friend. "Really. What are you so nervous for?"
"I don't know. Wouldn't you be nervous?" Sitting down next to her sister like figure on the bed she sighed, again. "Its just, its Mrs. Malfoy! Malfoy's mum!"
"Even Death Eaters have mummies Hermione." Hermione laughed. Yes, but somehow she just couldn't picture Lucius or Snape all cuddly with their mums. A knock rasped on her woodedn door. Turning their heads toward the door, a voice sounded from the other side.
"Granger! We're going to be late!" Ginnny turned toward her friend, a confused look on her face.
"He's going too?" Hermione shrugged and stood.
"I suppose. How else would I get there and back? Feel free to go back to sleep here Gin. Thanks again for your help." She smiled warmly at her friend.
"Oh please! It was my pleasure. We'll be fixing your wardrobe when you return I hope you know." With that the red head fell back against the pillows and drifted to sleep. Opening the door, Hermione peaked up through her long lashes. Inhaling at the sight before her, she stared wide eyed at Draco standing in front of her. For the first time ever, that she has seen anyway, he was dressed in muggle clothing. He had on a crisp white button down shirt, a black sports coat on top, and dark blue jeans. Slighty salavating at the man infront of her, she was snapped out of her daze when he cleared his throat.
"Ready then Granger."
"Um, yea. All set." Walking over to the fire place, Draco motioned her in first, then he followed. Both disappeared into the green flames.
Stepping out of the Malfoy Manor fireplace in the parlor, Hermione sneezed as the dust tickled her nose. Opening her eyes she saw a off white hankerchief. Looking up with confused eyes, she saw Draco turned from her with his hand out toward the side offering her the hankerchief. Slowly taking the offering, she dabbed her nose.
"Thank you."
"Argentum." He called out, ignoring her. Sunddenly, a small pop was heard.
"You called Master Malfoy?" croaked the tiny elf, bowing to its master. " Good day to you Miss Granger."
"Oh, uh. Hello Argentum. Its nice to see you again."
"You are to kind to this lowly house elf Miss."
"Argentum. Where's mother?" Draco inturrpted. He'd be damn if he was going to stand here all day and listen to her chat with a house elf. The elf jumped in fear and bowed low again to Draco.
"Already in the library sir."
"Very well. Tell her we'll be there shortly."
"Yes Master Malfoy." With that, the small house elf popped away into a cloud of sparkling grey.
Walking out of the room, Hermione followed Draco's long strides through the mazed halls of Malfoy Manor. She gazed at all of the structure of the building, marveling at its hand carved arches and stairs. After a short walk, Draco stopped at a white painted door with curved brass handles.
" Mother is inside. Do be nice Granger."
"I'm not the one who needs to be remined of my manners Master Malfoy." She teased. Turnign from him, she lifted the handle and walked into the cozy room. The lights were dimmed thanks to candles that hung in iron holders on the wall. Rows and rows of bookshelves lined the walls. Looking around, she noticed brown leather chairs circling a wooden table in the far left corner. Seeing no one around, Hermione sat down in one of the chairs, and waited for her host. Hermione took in all of the setions she could read from where she sat. Herbs, Dark Spells, Potions, History. Ah, she could live in here if she could. Turning her head when she heard the door opening, Hermione stood when she saw Mrs. Malfoy walk in. She wore a simple black dress that came above her knees, and plunged to a 'V' blow her neck. An emerald pendent with diamonds surrounding it glittered in the dim light. It was her shoes though that made Hermione wide eyed. They were emerald green retro babydoll pumps with black ruffle trim and a black velvet bow. The women sure knew how to make an outfit stand out with just a pair of shoes.
"Hello Miss. Granger. So nice of you to come visit me again."
"Oh, please Mrs. Malfoy, its Hermione. And thank you so much for letting me come her again. I just couldn't wait." Narcissa motioned for the two of them to sit in the chairs with her hand. Smiling warmly, she eyed the girl. 'Properly dressed. Not over the top, not sleezy. Such a lovely girl.'
"Hermione. Its Narcissa remember. Or Cissy. Now, how are you doing dear?"
"Oh, I'm well." Somehow she just couldn't bring her self to say 'Cissy' to Draco's mum. It would be like calling Snape 'kitten' or 'sugar lips'. It just wasn't done. Smiling brightly up to the older witch the two talked for a few minutes before Draco entered the room.
"Morning mother. How are you?" He bent down and kissed his mother on her pale cheek. He then stood behind her chair, making her look even smaller while she sat with his impressive height.
"I'm fine dear boy. Here, come sit. There's a spot by Hermione over there. There's a good lad. Hermione and I were just chating. You know how us hens are dear." Sittin next to Hermione, Draco nodded at his mother. Really, why couldn't he sit next to her. Granger was having an effect on him enough with her sexy dress, it wouldn't help to smell her honey dew scented hair. It wouldn't really. Narcissa smiled wickidly at the picture her son and the young witch made. If she kept up with her plans to be a grandmother soon, she wouldn't be Lady of the Manor by the time summer rolled around. With her son's charming good looks and intellect, it flared Hermione's soft features and her own intellect. Her grand babies wouldn't just be adorable, they'd be brillant too. She couldn't wait.
"Why don't we get some tea hm? Argentum." Narcissa called. With a familiar pop, Argentum came from the sparkled dust.
"Yes Mistress? What can Argentum get for you and the Master and Miss?"
"Tea would be lovely."
"Yes Mistress. Argentum aims to serve." With another pop, he vanished. Turning to the two infront of her, she noticed they weren't talking. Well, she'd have to fix that.
"Hermione dear. I hear your apposed to house elves." Turning her hazel eyes to the older witch, Hermione nodded.
"Yes, I found it cruel and heart wrenching."
"Still does I bet." Sneared Draco.
"Well, not anymore really. Not after spending summers with Dobby and Kreacher. I learned that its imprinted for them to be ever faithful to their masters. That they can't really break who they are. Like, if I was to take up Quidditch and stop reading, I would be out of my element. But, I still don't believe that they should be beaten just because they didn't do a job properly."
"Well put Hermione dear. You most have just learned all this being a muggle born and all. The transition you made is drastic."
"Yes, going from having no magic to haveing magic is just awful." Draco remarked. "Honestly. Being able to do things that they can't even imagine is just down right awful."
"Draco. Don't be a sour melon." Laughed Narcissa.
"Actually Malfoy. Muggles have a pretty good idea about magic. I mean they don't actually know, but they create movies and tv shows about people being able to preform magic." stated Hermione. Was he always such and arse?
"Movies?"
"TV shows?" Both Draco and Narcissa questioned. Hermione laughed at the fact she forgot they have no idea what she was talking about. They looked at her like she was Fluffy and had three heads. For the rest of the afternoon, the trio sipped tea while Hermione explain her world. Narcissa and Hermione broke their tea so that she could show her the rest of the library, which extendend beyond what Hermione originally shaw when she walked in. Finding the young witche's thirst for knowledge refreshing, she smirked as she watch her son eye up Hermione. Oh, she just couldn't wait for the summer.
Sorry its a little short. Dont wanna miss BONES! Plus it has finally stopped raining over here. Nine days of rain, I think the plants are good on water now. You can stop really. lol. READ. REVIEW. WRITE!!
MalfoyMistressK
Hermione's Dress:
(http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&ct=tbn&q=http://mabellachic.com/images/mauve_dress.jpg&usg=AFQjCNGnX_PC_smbbY8zn6zWvUA5mtp0Yw)
shoes:
(http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&ct=tbn&q=http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/P10821418.jpg&usg=AFQjCNHNYnJZNLCJyJEyaCpA0RcuIZF7NA)
Mrs. Malfoys dress:
(http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&ct=tbn&q=http://www.germes-online.com/direct/dbimage/50246068/Evening_Dress.jpg&usg=AFQjCNEZVPH7XR_VF4bOGe00hxL2hFxzVA)
shoes:
(http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&ct=tbn&q=http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/159/a/AAAAAjNkECMAAAAAAVmoSw.png%3Fv%3D1223226854000&usg=AFQjCNGb7okZpDPL9v6tAkyEMeMcqYa1xg)