Chapter
2
Untitled
Gift
"I have a present
for you oh most evil one!" Pansy Parkinson sauntered into the dining room,
barely
containing
her excitement.
"Shut up Pansy." Pale slender fingers curled around the coffee mug before him.
"Oh, but you'll like my gift."
"Sod off!"
"Don't you even want to see it?"
"Not if it's
as ugly as you are." Draco really did not like the woman standing before
him. Everything
about her
was fake. Of course, it didn't appear that way to the others. To them,
she was an ideal match
for Draco,
a bad girl to the core. To Draco, she could have been part of the furniture
for all he cared.
"Really, Dray,
be nice now. Teapooooooooot!" She screamed out to the house elf of the
manor. "Get
Master Draco's
present!"
The little frightened elf appeared at the doorway.
"Teapot try
to Mistress, but present refuse to come with Teapot." Teapot twisted his
ears this way and
that, his
sad miserable eyes not daring to look at Pansy.
"Well then, stupid, make her come! Or do I have to throw you into the thorn bush again?"
On the verge
of tears, Teapot nodded and hurried away. A few moments later, he reappeared,
a hooded
figure in
tow. Pansy grinned gleefully.
"Ah, there we are now. Well Draco, don't you like it?"
"I'm not an
it you freak! I'm a person!" The figure screamed angrily, straining in
desperation against the
chains that
bound her hands and feet.
"Shut up slave!"
Pansy snarled. "Now bow before the Lord of Darkness!" But Draco was far
from
interested
in what Pansy was saying. His eyes were fixed on the girl in chains, whose
hood had fallen
away in the
struggle.
"Hermione Granger..."
He whispered, almost to himself. But then, realising the situation, he
straightened
up, and put
on an expression of loathing. "Welcome to your new home mudblood. Chores
will start this
afternoon.
You'll begin by polishing the shoes in the master bedroom, and then you
will join the others
in the laundry.
Try not to contaminate my belongings with your mudblood germs."
Pansy grinned
devilishly and draped her arms around Draco's shoulders. This was the man
she loved to
see him be.
*
That evening
Pansy stormed into the living room in a fit of rage, a blur of dark hair
and dark purple
robes.
"She refuses to do her chores, the little rat!"
Draco looked up lazily at her.
"What's the problem now?"
She stared at him angrily.
"The little
mudblood I bought is refusing to do her chores! Honestly, who does she
think she is?!
First she
refuses to bow to you and now she won't clean the dungeon! Maybe she needs
a good
thrashing."
Pansy slammed herself into a velvet armchair and began cursing about disobedient
slaves and
filthy mudbloods.
"I'll go see her then shall I?"
Pansy sneered.
"Why would you want to do that?"
"I think she
needs to be taught a lesson."
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