Enslaved

chapter 9: Having her in my arms

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They did their dishes and gossiped about their Hogwarts time. Both of them enjoyed each other's company. It was already 3 hours in the kitchen but they still could not finish with their huge number of dishes. Dean's hands were wrinkled because of the excessive water. Hermione's wrist pained because of the non-stop hand movements. Both of their legs ached because of the 3 hours standing but they knew they could not stop unless they were told.

Hermione started to feel dizzy. They were interrupted by a voice. "You both stop now" the voice commanded. They turned around and found Narcissa standing there in a maroon formal dress. Dean studied her from top to bottom which made the woman blush a little.

"Miss Granger, I want you to go to Draco's room. He will be returning soon. Go now" she commanded and then smiled at her. She smiled back and started walking away leaving both of them alone in the kitchen.

"Dean, return to your chamber and take rest. I will be out for two hours. Take rest for two hours." She said in her caring voice. Dean smiled. He started walking towards her. She stood their looking at the young man. She blushed at his smile. When he was near her, he bent down and whispered in her ear "you look gorgeous, cissy". She blushed more.

She turned around and kissed his forehead. "Thank you darling" she said with a smile on her face. He started to walk away. Cissy stared at the young man. "Call me mom" she almost spoke with her trembling voice. Dean turned around with a smile on his face. "Okay mom" he said joyfully.

He turned around and vanished into the corridors beside the kitchen area. Narcissa stood there with tears in her eyes.

Her thoughts about dean were interrupted when she heard the main door open. She quickly wiped off the tears from her eyes and face and fixed her dress. Draco walked into the hall with his broomstick in his hand. He looked completely exhausted. He was still in his quidditch robes. He opened a small closet beside the door and placed his broom in it. Narcissa called his son "Draco?" Draco looked at the woman "yes mother?" he asked. "How was the practice son?" she asked "fine, mom. I am tired. We can chat later." He said and went towards his room. A little smile appeared on her face.

Meanwhile with Hermione:-
Hermione walked away leaving Narcissa and dean in the kitchen. She felt gross at the idea of dean's and cissy's love affair. She thought about dean's words "motherly love". She chuckled at the thought. Then she took a deep breath and assumed may be it was motherly love. Her eyes filled with tears when the image of her parents showed up in her mind.

She wiped off the tears and looked at the empty hall. It seemed so silent. Not even the portraits talked to each other. They all minded their own business.

Hermione started walking up the stairs slowly thinking about her parents. She reached the long corridors and gave out a sigh seeing the long way she had to walk to reach Draco's room. Her legs ached already. She started walking fixing her eyes on the floor.

"Well how is my favourite mudblood?" a female voice asked in her seducing voice. A shiver ran down her spine hearing the familiar voice. She looked up with fear in her eyes.

She found the woman standing centimetres away from her. Without any warning, Bella pinned her to the wall and giggled. She stood up on Hermione's bare feet, wearing sharp heels. Hermione was going to screech in pain when Bella swiftly placed her hand on her mouth and her screech was nothing but some soft moan. She licked her cheek and smiled at her.