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Brush Part One

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"No, Hermione!" barked Ron finally, slamming his fist on the table.

"You are not my father, Ronald!" She shouted back. Her eyes were filled with angry tears and were trained on him in fury and frustration.

"It's not safe, Hermione." Harry stated evenly. He was trying desperately to make his understand.

"Harry, I don't give a damn. You two are my friends. You will not treat me like a little girl! I can handle myself!"

"Like you handled yourself in second year?" Ron snarled. Both Hermione's and Harry's mouths fell open.

"Ron." Harry growled warningly.

"How dare you?! I handled myself fine! I'm damn proud of my blood status even if it does get me petrified or worse!" She hissed.

Bang!

The three jumped and pulled out their wands.

"That was just Fred and George right?" Hermione asked.

"Right. Plus, Death Eaters can't come here. It's my house. My home." Ron said weakly. Harry raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

They saw it before they heard it. Fire was everywhere and the explosion threw them backwards away from each other. Hermione crashed into the window and collapsed onto the floor. She heard a crack, but felt no physical pain. She struggled to get up and barely managed to get on her hands and knees. She spotted one of the mot horrifying images she had ever seen.

Her wand was snapped, the pieces held by Lucius Malfoy.

"Harry, Ron!" She tried to scream. She was stunned after the first syllable.


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"You had better make her look as good as possible. The Dark Lord expects reverence in every aspect when one is in his presence. Even filthy, vile mudbloods have to look their best." Snarled a cruel voice. Hermione's eyes shot open. From what she could see without moving, she was on a cot in a dark and musty room. Confusion was suddenly over powered by excruciating pain, horror, and panic. She forced herself to keep still and work out a plan.

Do not panic. You know Harry would never panic. Oh Merlin, Harry! Ron! Are they okay?! She nearly sobbed at the thought of them. She shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep, hoping the persons outside the door didn't enter. The door crashed open and she, involuntarily, jumped.

"Good she's awake. You have an hour. Get to work," ordered the voice she deduced belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange. Bellatrix exited, slamming the door shut. She heard someone walk to her side.

"Open your eyes, Granger." She opened them to glare at the blonde she hated.

"Malfoy." She tried to snarl, but it only came out as hoarse and weak.

"Just shut up and let me do my job." He growled. He leaned over to sit her up.

"Don't touch me!" She cried out in anger.

"Then sit up yourself." He ordered. She didn't move. "Granger, either I help you sit up, you sit up yourself. or I use a full body bind on you." He said smoothly. She tried to sit up, but found she was too weak. He didn't say anything, but moved her into a sitting position. He sat down behind her and pulled out his wand.

"What are you doing?" She asked defensively.

"Straightening your hair." He answered. He muttered a charm and then put his wand away. He stood up again, making sure she was balanced first, and walked to the dresser. He pulled out a silver brush. He sat down behind her again. "If I put your hair in a braid, will I be able to undo it later?" He asked.

"No. It knots too easily." She said. Out of nowhere, she giggled weakly.

"What is so funny?" He asked.

"Nothing." She answered quickly with a smirk. "Why do you know how to braid hair?" She asked.

"It's part of a sacrifice ritual." He answered dryly. She stiffened. "Merlin, Granger, don't be so gullible. I just know how." He answered vaguely.

"That wasn't funny." She snarled.

"For me it was." He answered. He put the brush down.

"You're done? You didn't do anything." She said with intent to annoy him.

"Actually, I just finished brushing what you called hair."

"Liar." She accused. Why do I care?! It's probably better that he didn't touch my hair.

He stood up and grabbed a hand held mirror and held it in front of her. She couldn't help but stare.

"I only lie when it suits me, Granger." He said. There was a knock and in walked Narcissa Malfoy.

"Draco, she looks wonderful. I do hope you two have gotten along well." She said. She didn't look as harsh and cutting as she did when Hermione had first seen her. "Dear, what is your name?" She asked Hermione.

"Hermione Granger." Hermione said, startled at the kindness of the woman's words.

"Hermione is a lovely name." She said.

"Mother, does Father know you are here?" Draco asked, cutting in.

"I do not need to tell him when I am visiting my son." She replied.

"Mother-" Draco said warningly, worry flashing through his eyes. Hermione looked confused, but said nothing.

"Hermione, I have your attire for the day." She said, ignoring Draco. She held up some navy dress robes. "I'll help you into them." She said. Draco set the mirror on the cot and left the room. Narcissa helped Hermione dress and gave certain warnings as she did. "Never speak unless spoken too. Don't trust anyone other than Draco and I. Don't leave without Draco. Just do as they say..." She continued on, but Hermione couldn't take it all in.

"What do they want?" Hermione asked. Narcissa just shook her head. Draco walked in after they had finished getting her dressed.

"What do you think, Draco?" Narcissa asked. He looked Hermione over, his face looked forcibly passive.

"As good as it's going to get." He answered vaguely. Hermione couldn't help but feel he had brushed off the question.
Marked is not on hiatus. This is just a side story. Something to make me feel like I touched people.
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Pophoneybee's avatar
This is really good.