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Moon Guard	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 16218 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When she once again became aware of herself and surroundings, the first thing she felt was someone pulling painfully on her hair. Turning she growled at the person before she saw the small scared elf holding the comb. It was only then that she noticed she was sitting in bath of green liquid that smelled sort of like aloe.
“What’s this?” She demanded unable to keep her confusion and anger from her voice.
“Master want Miss Pride cleaned up and groomed.” The elf said in a very soft tone. She looked as if she feared Hermione might bite her.
“Get out!” She screamed though she knew her old self would take pity of the fragile thing.
“Mimi can’t leave.” The elf said flinching at the look Hermione gave her. “Mimi must groom Miss Pride.”
“That isn’t my name.” She growled in a low voice. It was only when the elf started to cry obviously completely terrified of Hermione that she was able to catch her temper before she exploded.
“Just call me Hermione.” She said after taking a few minutes to just sit in the tub and get herself under control.
“Mimi can’t!” The elf started crying more even though Hermione wasn’t even looking at her any longer.
Hermione closed her eyes and took in another slow breath. “Fine.” She said finally looking back to the pitiful elf. “What gets us out of this situation?” She asked trying to focus on logic instead of anger.
The elf just held up the brush with a shaking hand to show her what she was supposed to be doing.
“Fine, just get it over with.” The girl snapped and pulled her hair behind her.
When the elf started to comb her hair once again Hermione grabbed the sides of the tub to try and control her anger at each pull. She knew what a mess her hair must have been, and she wondered why Voldemort didn’t just shave it as a lost cause.
“What am I sitting in?” She asked trying to take her focus off her hair.
“Bath Mimi made for Miss Pride.” The elf answered still frightened out of her wits. “It good for Miss’ skin and hurts.”
“Where am I going after this?” She asked seeing how much information she could get out of Mimi.
“Dark Lord want to see Miss Pride when she all clean.” The elf said starting to ease now that Hermione wasn’t threatening and yelling at her.
“Of course.” She said and let the elf continue her work in silence.
After sitting in the tub for an hour, it didn’t seem like the elf was getting very far. The constant stress on her scalp was getting to the point that she wouldn’t be able to contain her anger much longer.
“Mimi let’s just cut it off.” Hermione said suddenly. “There’s six months of knots, blood, dirty and who knows what in my hair. Better to start fresh.”
“No no, Master say Miss Pride keep her hair. Master say Mimi use no magic to help. Master say Miss Pride must sit and take.”
A growl formed deep in Hermione’s throat at the elf tugged at her once again. “We’re going to be here for days!”
“I think that’s part of the point Granger.” A low drawl came from the doorway. Draco stood there looking right as rain and smirking down at her. “You’re supposed to be learning something.”
“What are you doing here?” She asked as she clutched the sides of the tub more tightly.
“I’m here to check on your progress.” He said not seeming even a little worried that she’d hurt him again, thought she did notice he had his wand out. “You do have quite a… nest there don’t you?”
“Let’s see how your hair looks after 6 months in a cell.” She snapped keeping her eyes on the wand.
“You know I did bring this…” Draco started as he held up a small vial. “It’s a special oil that would help with what she’s doing. Make it take a third of the time with much less pulling.” He explained as he shook the bottle at her.
“Why would you do that?” She asked before her head got jerked back again.
“I’ve always liked Mimi, it would be so sad to see her go.” He said with a sigh. “But this isn’t free.”
“What are you talking about?” She asked through clenched teeth.
“The spell Pride. The one the Dark Lord put on you. Not feeling a bit overly angry right now?” He asked with a knowing smile.
“Of course I’m angry you stupid git!” She said then realized he was right. Since she woke up she’s felt too angry.
“You’re going to eventually be unable to stop yourself from killing Mimi.” He pointed out as if it were no big deal. “But if you got this, it would give her a fighting chance to leave before you blow.”
“And it’s not free?” She asked wondering if she could take him without warning again.
“Nope, it has a cost that you would have to pay.” Draco explained as he tossed the vial back and forth between his hands.
“What?” Hermione snaps annoyed that he wasn’t getting to the point. “What cost?”
He moved to the side of the tub and knelt down so they were eye level. The tip of his wand coming just under her chin just in case she got any ideas.
“What are you?” He asked his normal arrogant grin lighting up his face.
She knew what he wanted, and she knew her pride wasn’t worth another creature’s life. She trembled in fury looking into his eyes as she spoke. “I’m Voldemort’s prized bitch.” She said using the words he’d spoken months before.
He flinched a little as she used his master’s name and forced a smile on his face like it didn’t bother him.
“Good girl.” Draco responded and held the vial out to for the little elf to use on her hair.
“And one day I’m going to rip out your throat.” She added when he was moving to leave.
He chuckled shaking his head. “I’ll be waiting Pride.” He said before shutting the door behind him.
With the oil Draco provided it was much easier for the elf to work and it only took another hour to finish brushing and cleaning Hermione’s hair. When the elf finished with that step, Mimi had her stand in front of a mirror so that she could trim and shape the long mane.
When they were dodging Death Eaters in the woods Hermione had let her hair grow, as she had no good way to cut it. She’d thought it long when it reached her butt before they’d been captured. Now the brown mass of waves grew all the way down to her upper thigh. The elf was only trimming a couple of inches off the bottom leaving so much hair behinds.
Her eyes moved to other parts of her body, she was so thin now that her ribs stood out clearly under her skin. Her skin had a sickly look to it even after the potion bath. The eyes looking back out from the mirror were dead and hollow.
Without the constant jerking on her scalp the anger seemed to pass, but was replaced by a great sorrow that was welling up, ready to devour her. She suddenly felt like letting herself just collapse there in front of the mirror and cry until nothing else mattered.
“It take little while for Miss Pride recover.” Mimi said obviously picking up on the woman’s pain now. “She been through a lot.”
“It’s not over Mimi. It will never be over.” She told the little creature as it used magic to wrap her in a warm towel.
“If Miss Pride good, she live nice life.” The elf pointed out as if it were that simple.
“If I’m a good puppy I’ll get treats?” She asked bitterly feeling some of the anger return.
“Master says so.” Mimi replied, as she obviously didn’t understanding the sarcasm in Hermione’s question.
“Really?” She asked looking to the elf as her anger spiked. “Do you really think I want to live like some dog?”
The elf visibly swallowed and took a step back. “Master say it is Miss Pride’s place.” She answered fearfully.
“What’s wrong with me?” Hermione growled knowing she shouldn’t be this angry at the helpless creature.
“Miss Pride has Emotion Curse on her.” Mimi said taking another step back. “Whatever Miss feel she feel completely.”
“What?” Hermione asked, as she hadn’t been expecting to get an answer, it turned anger into the relief of knowing. She laughed letting herself fall to her knees as she felt a contentment she’d never experienced before.
“When Miss angry Miss all the way angry.” The elf explained as she watched Hermione closely. “It take a while to take effect. But now Miss Pride feel everything.”
“Why would he do that to me?” Hermione asked looking at her hands curious as she tried to think of anything but anger in front of the blameless elf.
“Mimi not know Miss Pride.” The elf said taking a step forward as she found Hermione seemed to be under control now.
“He wants to keep me directed.” She answered herself thoughtfully, trying to look at the situation in a detached way. If she took nothing personally, she wouldn’t get angry. “He thinks if he can spin me around like a top I’ll fall at his feet.”
“Maybe Miss, now Mimi take Miss to see Dark Lord.” The elf told her putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Like this?” She asked looking up at the elf in shock. She shouldn’t be surprised she guess, but somehow she could deal better with her nude state when covered in layers of dirt and blood.
The elf nodded slowly as she reached out to take Hermione’s arm. “Miss not…” The elf trailed off as fear flashed in her eyes.
“It’s to show me I’m not human.” Hermione finished and got to her feet. “Well then, I’m glad for the air.” She said suddenly positioning her locks to cover the more private parts of her body.

The elf nodded glad she didn’t have to say it herself and touched a hand to Hermione leg before Apparting them both away.
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