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Elves Without Clothes	By : NoThyme Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I still don’t own Hermione, Draco or any of their other friends in J. K. R.’s world.

WARNING: This story is still full of silliness and sexual innuendo . . . Oh, and perhaps a bit of
cursing, magical and otherwise. It is all tongue-n-cheek meant in good fun.

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Important AN:

While interacting with Draco, Hermione’s thoughts will be in italics, like this: -Draco is a prat -
and what she actually says will be in quotes like usual, “As you wish Master.” Let me know if it
seems too confusing that way, so I can cry and pout, and come up with another way of doing it.

                                                                        ***

When Draco Malfoy sauntered into the Headmaster’s office Hermione’s fears were confirmed.
The subtle sneer on his face spoke volumes and he eyed her sheet and pillowcase with distaste.
She wondered how long it would take to feel remotely comfortable in the shapeless garment she
now wore. Dumbledore greeted him kindly and took a moment to explain a bit about the spell he
was planning to cast. Strangely, when Malfoy asked the name of the spell the Headmaster was
casting, he smoothly evaded the question.

The spell was cast and gold and silver light danced brightly around the room before finally falling
like rain to the floor. Hermione promptly sneezed, but didn’t feel any different. The Headmaster
assured her that everything had gone perfectly. Dumbledore then informed Draco that it was time
for lunch and reminded him not to speak of his new house-elf to any other students, lest they get
jealous.

Before leaving the office he asked, “What is Granger going to do now? No, that’s not right . . .”
He corrected himself promptly catching the Headmaster and Hermione by surprise. “I don’t think
the name will work, Granger. It’ll have to go.” He clarified, with a pensive look.

“You could call me Hermione, I suppose,” she prompted politely.

“Too long.” Declared Draco.

“Sometimes Ron and Harry call me ‘Mione.” She said, dreading the thought of Draco using the
nickname.

“I hardly want to call you anything those two would,” he admonished. “I think I’ll call you Ony.
It sounds like a good house-elf name doesn’t it?” He smirked openly and left without the answer
to his question.

“What do I do now sir?” Hermione asked, with the memory of Draco’s voice saying her new
name, still ringing in her ears. She couldn’t help but wonder, when exactly had she started
thinking of Malfoy . . . as Draco?

“You will meet with Winky and Dobby in your new chambers and they will instruct you on
everything you’ll need to know. You will learn everything from elvish protocol to Draco’s
favorite foods and how he likes his pillows arranged. Don’t worry Ony,” he smiled as he said her
new name. “It shouldn’t be too difficult to learn and it will help the Charm settle in.”

She cringed at his use of her new name and he chuckled. “Now really child, it certainly isn’t the
worst he could have chosen. Think what he would’ve named Mr. Potter.” His eyes seemed to
twinkle a little bit brighter at that. He continued, “It will be okay, you’ll see. Now lets go see
your new chambers. Dobby will bring you lunch there.”

                                                                        ***

They talked some along the way to the dungeons, but he gave no more clues about the Charm. It
must have looked odd to anyone passing by. The Headmaster appeared to be nattering on alone
as he walked down the corridor, due to a Disillusionment Charm he placed on Hermione. She
was both worried and relieved to learn that Dumbledore had informed Professor Snape and
McGonagall about the arrangement. At least now if something went wrong there was someone
nearby to turn to, but she wasn’t sure that Snape would let her live it down when classes started
back up again.

When they reached her room in the dungeons, Dumbledore wished her good luck and with a wink
he was out the door. She took a moment to look around. It was modest and plainly decorated in
primarily earth tones, but seemed quite cozy. It had a small table and chair near the fireplace that
was just large enough to warm the cool chamber. A door just beyond the bed led to the small
bathroom. She frowned slightly when she realized the other door led to “her master’s rooms” and
was most definitely not a closet. It seemed even the castle knew why she was here.

The first thing Dobby showed Ony (Hermione), was the special passage the castle had included
leading from her chamber directly to the kitchens. It would only appear when the password:
Culina was spoken. That would prevent her from being seen running errands to the kitchen for
Draco. The Headmaster planned to spread a rumor that she was in the hospital wing under
quarantine, so her absence wouldn’t be questioned. If she was seen, it might cause trouble.

After a hasty lunch, she was shown to Draco’s suite for the first of her practical lessons. His
chamber was much larger than hers and furnished lavishly in Slytherin colors. There was a quiet
sitting room off of the bedroom as well as an equally nice adjoining bath. She was sure it was one
of the privileges he received due to his father’s status.

She quickly learned the most acceptable Charms for cleaning and the appropriate location for his
possessions. They were fast and efficient leaving the resulting room spotless. It took her quite by
surprise when with a snap of his fingers, Dobby set the whole room back to its previous state of
disarray. In response to her look of shock he stated, “Now you, Ony.”

The two house-elves were not only there to train her in her tasks, but also to get her accustomed
to her new name and status. They called her by her new name and frequently used the term
‘master’ in reference to Draco. She needed to remind herself often that she asked for this and it
would be a wonderful learning experience – she hoped. That seemed to be the only thing she
needed to remind herself of. She began to wonder if a memory enhancing charm was slipped in
with the rest of the Headmaster’s spell. The two house-elves had taught her over a dozen spells
and charms in under an hour as well as a flood of information on appropriate behavior and
courtesy, despite the flood of information she could still recall every last word. She decided she’d
need to look into that later.

                                                                        ***

Hermione was allowed a short rest once Winky and Dobby were satisfied that she understood her
tasks as well as her place, and would not embarrass them. That gave her a chance to make a
pocket in her garment to keep her wand. Despite her status as ‘honorary house-elf’ she would
still need her wand to do magic, but because of her status she’d also need her master’s permission
to use it. She was hoping Draco would forget that little detail.

                                                                        ***

“Ony!” Hermione heard Draco’s voice loud in her head, and quickly proceeded to her master’s
room.

“You are the slowest house-elf I have ever seen,” he sneered, taking a moment to look her over
once again. The pillow case hung almost to her knees, but was mostly covered by the toga style
sheet. She was aushyushy hair and bare feet, a good look on her he decided unkindly.

-It isn’t possible to Apparate within Hogwarts and that is the only way I could be fast as Dobby,
even if I ran - Instead of the eloquent explanation for her delay she wanted to say, she heard her
own voice utter, “I will try to do better, Master.”

“You’d better,” chided Draco. “I think Dumbledore made a mistake on that spell. You speak too
well for a house-elf . . .”

-I did not study grammar all my life to start talking, like a house-elf now - The words so
different from her thoughts came out as a whisper. “I am sorry if that displeases you, Master.”

“. . . but then again, as a Mudblood you’re hardly a step up from a house-elf,” he jeered.

-What did you want other than to insult me, Malfoy? - She cringed at the words as they left her
lips, so different from those in her head. “Is there something you require Master?”

“Yes Ony, I want you to reorganize my bookshelves, alphabetically by author.”

-That’s not too unreasonable a task - “Yes Master.”

“Without magic, some of those books are valuable. I may even consider allowing you to read one
if you do a good job.”

She took a look around the room at the bookshelves lining the walls. -Pompous git - “Of course
Master. You are most generous.”

“Come on Granger – I mean Ony. It’ll teach you humility.” His tone was sarcastic and
demeaning.

Hermione started her task. There were hundreds of books, many she’d never even heard of, but
she took care to wipe the dust off the covers as she alphabetized them all, just finishing up as
Draco returned from dinner.

He eyed her work carefully. Everything was just as he asked, but he wasn’t happy. “This won’t
do at all,” he said bluntly.

-What! - “Sir?” questioned Hermione.

“It doesn’t work. What if I can’t remember who wrote the book I’m looking for? Like ‘Magical
Drafts and Potions,’ how do I find it then? It doesn’t look right either. It isn’t aesthetically
pleasing.”

-I’ll give you aesthetically pleasing - Hermione took a deep breath. “With your permission,
Master?” she asked with caution.

He eyed her carefully for a moment, then nodded.

“Accio, ‘Magical Drafts and Potions’,” the book landed in her waiting palm and she handed it
promptly to her master, with a short bow.

Draco didn’t look at the book. He tapped his fingers lightly against the cover feeling stupid for
overlooking the obvious. “It still doesn’t look right, he decided. I want them organized by
magical classification and then I’ll decide if I want them organized by color within their class
later.”

Hermione’s eyes went wide for a moment, but she remained silent. -Ugh what a prat -

“Don’t fret Ony, the books can wait till tomorrow, right now I have something else in mind . . .”

She remained silent, awaiting the details of her next task.

“I would like a bath.”

-A bath? - Hermione squeaked, “A bath Master?”

“Yes Ony, I’d like you to run me a bath. Is there something wrong?” he asked smoothly,
knowing exactly what was running through her mind.

“No, nothing Master,” she managed to reply without examining her worries further, and left to
run the bath.

Hermione prepared Draco’s bath precisely as Dobby had instructed with the towels easily
accessible and his favorite vanilla scented bubble bath. She wanted to do well and make Dobby
and Winky proud. When everything was ready, she found him in his bedroom. She knocked
politely and entered. “The bath is ready for you, Master. Is there anything else you needed?”
-Please say no, please say no, please say no -

Draco smirked for a long moment to make her nervous. “I believe that will be all for tonight Ony,
but if I need you I’ll be sure to call.”

-Phew, thank you, thank you! - “Thank you, Master,” she gave a polite nod and exited quickly.

                                                                        ***

Day one survived. It was now time to fetch herself a bit of dinner and go to bed. No sooner had
her head hit the pillow than his voice echoed in her ears, “Ony.”

She smoothed the wrinkles in her pillowcase and entered her master’s chambers, again. Fearing
he had called her to scrub his back, it was a great relief when she saw her master was out of the
tub and dressed for bed.

Draco sat, wrapped in a fine dressing gown over silk pajamas propped up against the pillows on
his bed. “I’d like some tea, and my pillows fluffed.”

-Out of my bed for tea and . . . what am I, your personal fluffer? - “Which would you like first
Master?”

“The tea first, you can fluff me when you get back.” All delivered with an evil smirk.

-And when does sleep come in? - “Certainly Master.” -And what’s he smirking about? -

The temptation to drug his tea was a strong one, but totally against protocol. After the tea was
delivered and pillows fluffed, she strangely had to fight the urge to tuck him in. It was promptly
blamed on exhaustion. Once dismissed, she lay in bed thinking about Winky as she waited to fall
asleep. Her last conscious thought was ‘Winky must be crazy’.

                                                                        ***

Dobby appeared in Hermione’s chamber very early the next morning. “Ony, it is time to be
waking up now.”

She tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but Dobby was persistent. “You is not wanting to be
bathing when your master calls.” With those words she was out of bed and dashing for the bath.
Once clean and dressed she enjoyed a hearty breakfast while Dobby asked her about her first day.

“You said Master Draco was good to you?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Master Draco is always good to Dobby before. Draco is not the same with Dobby now. Is
Draco not being good to Ony?”

“Master Draco is . . .” she chewed her lip for a moment, “treating me as he always has,” she
finished diplomatically.

“Dobby is understanding. You and new master is just needing time. It will be better.”

Just then Winky appeared with a pop. Her eyes were alight with mischief as she asked, “Is Ony
understanding yet? Is Master Draco needing Ony . . . and Ony needing Draco?”

Ony shook her head sadly and admitted, “not yet Winky.”

Winky’s ears drooped for a moment.

“Dobby has assured me it will just take a bit more time.” Hermione reassured the crestfallen
house-elf.

Winky nodded sadly and left again with a pop.

Hermione smiled and thanked Dobby for his help and advice. Her master would be up soon, and
it was time to start the day.

                                                                        ***

When Draco called Ony it was apparent he had been up for a while or he had at least already
showered. She was greeted not by the usual pale skinned, slick-haired Draco she was accustomed
to seeing. Instead before her wrapped primly in his dressing gown was a damp, curly haired
Draco Malfoy. She stood openmouthed in temporary shock.

His cheeks were still flushed from the heat of the shower and golden ringlet curls framed his face
dripping on his collar. He looked so different all she could say was, “Master?”

“I need you to comb my hair,” he stated haughtily. “It’s so much easier to have help getting rid of
these blasted curls. Combing them out myself seems to take forever.”

-You can comb them out? - Hermione thought taking the proffered comb and glancing at own own
frizzy locks. She must’ve said it out loud as well because Draco replied. “It’s a special comb,
charmed to remove the curls and smooth the hair. Once my hair is longer like my father’s it won’t
be near so bad.”

The comb moved smoothly through the damp curls gradually leaving straighter hair behind.
“Don’t forget to count,” he commanded. “One hundred strokes.”

“Yes Master.” Her inner voice made no comment about the command still in shock about the
Malfoy family secret. They look like Kewpie dolls when wet.

Hair smooth once again Draco ordered breakfast. When Ony returned with the tray overflowing
with his favorite foods Draco was already dressed in Quidditch robes, apparently planning on
spending his day flying while she cleaned his rooms and organized his bookshelves once again.

                                                                        ***

The initial room cleaning was completed first and just like Dobby showed her, everything was
cleaned and straightened with a few waves of her wand. Her master had said no magic on the
books, but made no such stipulations about the rest of her chores, so she took it as permission.
She looked at the comb as she put it back in its place and wondered where she might be able to
purchase one of her own. She’d have to look in Hogsmead on her next visit.

When she organized the bookshelves this time, she paid careful attention to the aesthetic as well
organizational aspects of the task. The volumes were divided by subject and then subdivided into
more specific classes of study. The books on a spells theory would be easier to locate if not
intermingled with ones on its casting, etc.

She was still in his room when her master returned. He seemed to have forgotten about her and
began peeling off his robes as soon as he entered the room. She quickly reminded him of her
presence with an inarticulate “EEP!”

He whirled around and flushed although he had only just begun unfastening the collar of his robe.
Before he had the chance to utter a word, Ony had apologized and fled the room, with a blush
staining her own cheeks.

By the time Draco called her back to the room her blush had faded and he had changed into fresh
robes. “I’ll be taking my lunch in the Great Hall with some friends. I’ll inspect the bookshelves
when I return.” With that said, he turned and left.

                                                                        ***

As promised, Draco inspected the bookshelves after lunch. This time however he was satisfied
with the results, which did give her a small swell of pride. He was also satisfied with the way she
nervously looked away when he entered the room, in the event he chose to start disrobing again.

- Can I go now? - “Do you need anything else Master?” She was hoping she could leave and
perhaps discuss a thing or two with Winky. She was wondering if it was not considered
inappropriate to disrobe in the presence of house-elves. She was sure nothing had been
mentioned about it before.

“Yes, I’d like a nice piece of warm cherry pie,” drawled Draco, interrupting her musings.

-Didn’t you just have lunch? - Her thoughts quickly translated into, “Would you like ice-cream
with that, Master?” and she was starting to understand why house-elves beat their heads against
walls.

“Yes, I would. Two scoops, chocolate,” he declared triumphantly.

She paled and spoke timidly, “Begging your pardon Master, but Dobby warned me that you are
allergic to chocolate.” -Why won’t my damn tongue cooperate!? -

Draco’s scowl turned into a pout for just a moment before it turned defiant. “I don’t care. I want
chocolate, with chocolate sauce as well.”

-This is a bad idea - “Yes Master,” she said defeated. -Do all house-elves have these moral
dilemmas? -

                                                                        ***

Two hours later Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, was alone, kneeling on the floor in front of
the toilet, wishing he wasn’t such an arrogant prat. Why did he insist on chocolate, why did he
eat every last bite? Why did he send Ony away instead of off to fetch Madam Pomfrey, or
Professor Snape for a potion to make him better? He could have at least asked her for something
more comfortable to kneel on. Isn’t my stomach empty yet? Will this misery ever end?

There was suddenly movement in the room and Draco lifted his head from where it was resting in
contemplation of the cool toilet. He turned to look at the door. Standing just in the doorway
was Ony, wearing an expression he’d never seen on Granger. Professor Snape pushed past
saying, “Draco, what were you thinking – eating chocolate like a premenstrual female?” Draco
gave Snape a sheepish look.

Ony stood silent, staring at her bare feet afraid to meet her master’s eyes. She felt the subtle urge
to punish herself for her lack of obedience and wondered if that was what the Headmaster had
been speaking about when he said the Charm would settle in. Perhaps Draco would punish her
later? Despite the Headmaster’s assurances to the contrary, she still believed Draco would find a
way to scold her or perhaps worse . . .

As she saw the professor handing her master a potion, she noted a hint of relief washing over her
and questioned why she felt so relieved the prat was going to be all right. It was his own fault
after all, but the look of ease on Draco’s face as the potion took affect, soothing the unpleasant
reactions his body was having to the chocolate, soothed her own mind as well.

Professor Snape stayed for sometime helping to get Draco settled into bed and ensuring the
potion was doing its job adequately. He ordered Draco to stay in bed the remainder of the day
and then surprisingly turned to Hermione and told her to be sure Draco stayed in bed no matter
his protests. He also commended her for her initiative and promised to return later to check on
them. With a nod he turned and left.

As soon as Snape shut the door Hermione turned toward Draco without looking at him and began
in a timid voice. “I’m sorry Master for disobeying you. I am a disgrace as a house-elf and am
unfit to serve you.” -You were being a prat, but I couldn’t just leave you there sick -

-Day two and I’m already getting clothes - She paused then added sadly, “I will understand if
you are disappointed, and send me away.” -since when am I opposed to clothes? -

“Ony I’m not mad at you,” he admitted grudgingly. “I was being . . . I was sick and you brought
Snape to help me. I can’t punish you for that.”

He took a deep breath, feeling a bit sleepy from the potion. He was fighting the urge to be totally
honest, which could be detrimental to his reputation. “Most house-elves eventually disobey their
masters at least once to protect them,” he admitted. And they are usually punished anyway, he
added to himself silently. “You were being no different. If you left me here sick without getting
help that would have proven the old coot’s spell failed.” Now that he was sure that the spell was
functioning properly things would most likely be different . . . and Draco wasn’t sure whether or
not to be pleased with that .

Hermione looked at Draco, eyes wide. “You’re not sending me away? I didn’t fail?” -Was
Draco just being nice to me? -

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tbc . . .

Thanks to all of you who reviewed.

I truly appreciate all the kind words of encouragement.

Does Draco truly understand . . . ?

Will Ony be punished . . . ?

Will spanking be involved . . . ?

Uummm? No. But stay tuned for more anyway.
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