Well, it has been quite a lengthy hiatus from writing Violet/Olaf fanfiction, but after getting so many positive reviews for my last story, I decided to give writing another shot. For those who read You Can't Always Get What You Want, I'm hoping you'll also like The Movement of a Hand!

As always, Lemony Snicket/Daniel Handler owns everything except the plot of this particular story. Enjoy!

Chapter one.

'I have to clean his bathroom again?'

'Stop complaining Klaus, and keep your voice down. I think he is still in the next room'

'Do you think I care if he hears me Violet? Besides, you always get the easy jobs…'

The Baudelaire orphans were sitting in their room in Count Olaf's house, discussing their chores for the day. Having lived with the cantankerous Count Olaf for the years following the death of their parents, Violet, Klaus, and Sunny had slowly become accustomed to their dismal home, although the numerous chores they were forced to carry out each day had taken much longer to get used to.

Unbeknownst to the Baudelaire's, Olaf was listening to their conversation from his place outside their room. Handing the boy his daily list of chores was always such a pleasure, particularly when he got in to one of his moods. Olaf has become quite familiar with this process. His sister's would patiently listen to Klaus rant, with Sunny often joining in. Finally, she would inevitably cheer them both up, using the strange power of persuasion the eldest child often holds over their siblings.

Sure enough, Olaf detected that the boys mood had suddenly changed from irritated to - well, not cheerful - but certainly more complacent with his situation. Yes, I can hear them speaking again.

'Ok, fine.' Klaus said finally. 'Olaf has written here that Sunny and I are to scrub his bathroom clean – how he manages to get it so filthy so often in the first place is beyond me…'

'Well, what about me?'

Her.

'You're washing the floor in the lounge room. Gee, I would hate to be you, Violet!'

Olaf quickly put himself out of view, as Klaus and Sunny ran out of the room, leaving Violet by herself. I can picture the small crinkle on her forehead appearing now; the one she gets when she tries to hide that she is upset. What a pathetic bunch of siblings she has. Who is there to make her feel better?

Violet slowly made her way out of the bedroom and towards the lounge room, tying her hair up as she walked.

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As the day wore on, Count Olaf made his way around the house to check up on his personal servants. Klaus was sweating profusely as he attempted to remove the mould from the ceiling in Olaf's bathroom, which required him to balance precariously on the top step of a ladder. Meanwhile, Sunny was scrubbing at the grime that had accumulated around the bath. Olaf chuckled when he noticed the disgusted looks on both of their faces. How he loved to make that boy suffer.

Olaf then made his way towards the room where Violet was located. He stood in the doorway watching her work, until she noticed his presence. I cannot hide the smirk appearing on my face. It is intoxicating, this fear I instil in Violet. I have done little more than pat her on the back ever since her and her siblings came to live with me, yet she often notices my, er, "lingering glances". Olaf noticed that Violet was scrubbing the floor with more force 

than was necessary, perhaps in an attempt to finish quickly so she could get back to her brother and sister. There were beads of sweat glistening on her face, and her cheeks were red from working.

'Would you like a glass of water?' Olaf asked her politely.

She refused his offer.

She always does.

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No, no, this isn't a oneshot! I've got a pretty clear idea of what I'm going to be doing with this, so don't worry about that. I know this chapter isn't exactly riveting, but I've decided to build the tension between Olaf and Violet more so that I have done in previous stories. Rest assured though, for those who enjoy M-rated fics: you will be rewarded if you persevere with this ;D