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Hello, one and all! Thank you to everyone that reviewed. It made my heart do a flip-flop at your kind words. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy! And as usual, please if you could--REVIEW!

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Chapter Two

            “Are you out of your mind?” Ginny asked Hermione even as she was packing for her journey. Stepping in front of the frizzy haired woman, the younger witch demanded, “Will you please pay attention to what I’m saying?”

            Throwing her shirts into the suitcase behind her friend, Hermione snapped, “I have. Just as I’ve listened to Harry, Ron, Remus, as well as the rest of your family. I’ve heard every word from Harry’s concern to Sirius flooing the auror’s office convinced that I had been hit with Imperius!” Moving Ginny out of her way, she kept speaking as she packed, “It’s bad enough you all claimed that I was somehow betraying Gryffindor by working for Headmaster Snape…” she looked to the now blushing redhead. “…which was bunk and you know it. Now because I’m going to help someone you all see as unworthy, I must be nuts?”

            “Just stop!” Ginny exclaimed. “I don’t know about the others, but I’m scared that you’re going to get over there and have to take care of this wizard that hasn’t done a thing for anyone else in his entire life only to have nightmares of what you went through there and have no one to care for you!” Breathing hard, she sat down on the bed. “Deny it all you want, but you still have nightmares. We both know it.”

            “Notice, I’ve yet to argue that point,” Hermione whispered, sitting next to her. “I have issues. We all still do, despite putting on a good face. But regardless of this, I’m doing my best. It’s all we can do. Lucius Malfoy may very well be a horrid man, but what does it reflect on me when I can’t see past my nose to help him?” Laughing to herself, she said to her, “I told Headmaster Snape…”

            Both of the witches were giggling madly, when Harry and Ron walked into the room. They looked to each other puzzled and back to the women who were now laughing all the harder at their reaction.

            “What’s the matter with them?” Harry asked Ron.

            “They either got hit with a tickle jinx or they’ve lost it.” He studied them a moment. “Definitely lost it.”

            “Oh stop it you two,” Hermione told them. “I haven’t lost anything that is either of your business.”

            Ginny let out another chuckle at that comment. “Hermione!” Getting up she went over to Harry, kissing him in greeting.

            “Have you talked sense to her?” Harry asked.

            “So is she off her nut?” Ron asked at the very same time, which gained the ire of all the others.

            “Even if I was qualified to say as much, Ron, I must say that I would find you to be crazy before I would her,” Ginny said coolly.

            When the siblings started to bicker, Hermione snapped, “Stop!” They looked to her mutinously. “You can fight on your own time. I need to get packed and ready to leave before the Headmaster comes to fetch me over to the Malfoy Estate.” Rolling her eyes, she said, “I’d rather not have to listen to him lecture based on, or lack thereof, your maturity, Ronald.”

            Just as the redhead wizard was going to start arguing with her, Harry pulled him out of the room. Going back to the packing, she valiantly attempted to ignore Ginny who was by this time only staring at her.

            Stopping what she was doing, she looked over to the other woman. “I don’t know what you want me to say to assure you I know what I’m about. But I will say this much—Severus Snape isn’t one to ask for favors and given everything he’s done over the years to protect us the least I can do is to attempt to help his friend. Is it wise? More than likely not, but I’m doing it anyway.”

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            “This isn’t the Malfoy Mansion!” Hermione said, looking around startled to the very unadorned grounds surrounding them.

            “Alas, Professor Granger, Lucius thought it best that we go into hiding,” Severus told her, as he started walking towards the large manor without checking to see if his travel companion was doing so as well. “After all if Lucius Malfoy’s estate could be found and people attacked, it’s obviously not a safe location.”

            “Where are we?” she asked, as she caught up with him.

            “We are on the grounds of the little known estate of the Prince family,” he said, sounding tired as he did so. “Please desist with your inquiries until a time I have a drink in my hand. I may not answer them, but at least I’ll be in a far better frame of mind.”

            She only gave him a flat look and said no more.

            Once inside the large Georgian style mansion, she was directed straight over to guest suite in the east wing where she was going to be staying. Hermione looked around and was going to ask the Headmaster when they were going to be starting their work with Lucius, but found that the dour man had already taken his leave. Left with no other plans for the moment, she unpacked her things.

            It was in the middle of doing so that the wizard himself, Lucius Malfoy, came into the room. She wouldn’t have taken much note of it, but the man had managed to crash into nearly everything from a footstool to a wingback chair that was in front of the fireplace. Going over to him, she took him by his arm.

            He froze his body going rigid before she said, “You need to learn the layout of the house. But until then, I’m sure we’ll be going through bruise paste rather quickly. There is a chair approximately twenty steps from this point.”

            “Approximately?”

            “You’re taller than I am, thus would need fewer steps. You’ll have to figure that out on your own.”

            “Yes, of course. Lead the way, Miss Granger.”

            She walked him over and stopped short of seating him herself. He would have to become adapt at doing so on his own, she reasoned even as his knee hit the table next to the chair. Wincing, she said nothing as she sat down as well.

            “You could have told me about the table,” he muttered.

            “Yes, I should have. But tell me just how long have you been here in this mansion?”

            “About two weeks,” he said. “But what…”

            “And the layout of the guest suites, are they all alike?” she inquired.

            “I wouldn’t know,” he said coolly.

            “Chances are that although they might all be different in some way or form that they all have basics that a guest would need. Beds, closets, en suite bathrooms, and a table with chairs for those mornings you don’t wish to breakfast with others.”

            His face went a little ruddy at her words, knowing that she was correct in her assessment. “Severus was accurate in his naming you a buggering know it all.”

TBC...

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Second chapter down! I have to tell you that this story has been a joy to write and I truly hope that you all are having as much fun as I am producing it. Thanks for reading! Oh! And I totally forgot, a Happy (belated) Cinco de Mayo! I know it's just a fab reason to drink, but who doesn't like a party? LOL! Have a great day everyone!
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