A/N: Hrm, kay. Hi. My first multi-chaptered story. is proud. Reviews and constructive criticism are appreciated.
Disclaimer: All JKR's.
Summary: When The Weasleys go for their yearly vacation, Ron asks Malfoy to keep an eye on his apartment. Boy, Malfoy wasn't too happy when he was told that Hermione would be his temporary neighbour.
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"No way, Weasley."
"Oh, come on. A little favour."
"Sod off."
"You wouldn't want me to embarass you be begging, would you?"
"You'd be embarassing yourself, you prick."
"I'll pay!"
"How much?"
So that's pretty much how I got myself into this big mess. House-sitting. House-sitting Weasley's apartment while he went on his big extravagant yearly vacation. I still don't know how they manage to pay for all the Weasleys plus in-laws. It must be somehow related to the fact that Harry Potter is now in the family. Go figure.
House-sitting isn't too bad, I suppose. I mean, what is there to do? Weasley didn't specify what I should or shouldn't do. So I'm going to eat all his food, sleep in his bed and throw away his couch. Who the bloody hell cares? It's almost as if life at this very moment is perfect.
Except for the tiny fact that Granger lives nearby.
"Hermione's coming over once in a while. Just to make sure you don't burn the house down. See you in a few weeks, Malfoy." And poof, he apparated to a beach somewhere. Gone. Leaving me with a house for himself and an annoying witch as a neighbour.
Weasley is an evil, evil man. Not only does he not pay me for keeping an eye on his house, but he also leaves me no edible food in the fridge. None whatsoever! Does he not expect me to punce on him the moment he comes back? What does he think I am? A saint? Just because I switched to the Light Side during the war doesn't mean I'm no longer the badass from school. I am Draco Malfoy. Number one badass. Take that, Weasley!
Oh, now he's getting it from me. He unplugged the cable! Did he not trust me when I said that I wouldn't watch too much television and raise his electrical bills? If only I knew how to use the stupid telephone, he'd be hearing a piece of my mind.
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Five hours and a half. That's how long I lasted without anything to do or eat.
I was sure I was going to die of starvation. And boredom. Oh Merlin, help me.
"Okay, okay. Take a deep breath. Relax." I say to myself.
Problem evaluation. Lack of edible food. Cause: Weasley's stupidity and my own unability to cook.
Need to eat.
Okay, okay. Draco Malfoy can handle this. Weasley said something about a person. Living nearby. Cook food.
Granger.
Walking over to the refridgerator, I took note of Granger's address and headed for the door.
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Damn. Granger really needed to hire someone to paint her gate.
Number 54. Okay, it's the right place.
As I knocked on the door, I thought, what's there to lose? My pride's already gone the moment I Weasley I'd help him.
Granger didn't look too happy when she answered the door. Couldn't really blame her, though. I would be as pissed off if someone knocked on my door on a weekend evening.
"Do you have anything to eat?"
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To be continued..