Welcome to my new story. Ask what happened to "Yet One Comes"? Yes, well, I'm thinking of how to end it. Well, I already know, but I'm taking a while trying to write it. You know, make it sound really reasonable, realistic, and good and everything. So, meanwhile, I couldn't wait to get started on a new cheesy one. Here goes- Enjoy.
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My Lovely Maid
The end of the sixth year came to Hermione like a flash of lightning. When did the time go by like this? She came out of the train, content of the successful year. Sure, it was full of pain, and a bit of depression, but it came out so well. She looked around, and was surprised that her usually welcoming parents were not there.
"Probably some conference." The past year, her parents had rarely written to her, and when they did, they described how busy they were by sending Hermione little notes that said something like 'Hope you're having a great time, Love Mom and Dad.' She waved goodbye to her forever best friends, and found a comfortable place near a cafe. Smelling the delicious smell of coffee, chocolate, and vanilla, she searched her baggy denim pant's pockets for some muggle money. Just her luck, she found a five dollar bill.
"Hi, can I have a regular caramel frap to go?" (A/N: yum...)
"Yes miss, that'll be $6.25." Hermione gaped at a man named Lucas behind the counter.
"Are you serious? How can it be $6.25?"
"Miss, aren't you watching the news? Something about economical problems or something, and they are raising the taxes up to 20%. Where've you been this whole time? It's all over the news!"
"Oh, well, I was a bit busy... Well, then I guess-"
"I guess I'll have to pay the $1.25, sir. Here you go." A hand from behind her added an extra dollar and a quarter on the counter. Hermione spun around.
"Malfoy! What are you doing here?"
"You're welcome. Sir, I'd like a tall Americano coffee please? Hey, Granger, you owe me. Come." He beckoned her to the only table left, a table for two.
"ONE MEDIUM CARAMEL FRAP, ONE TALL AMERICANO COFFEE, YOU'RE ORDER IS HERE!" Malfoy looked back. "I'll get that."
Malfoy walked over to the counter for the two cups of caffeinated drinks. 'Why is he doing this for me? He usually doesn't even dare to touch me. Now, he's buying me my coffee, and saving me seats?' She shrugged, and tugged at her plain dirt brown shirt. She caught a glimpse of her worn out black Etnies. She usually wasn't so unclean, and unorganized like this, but her parents hadn't sent any new clothes and bags over the breaks, so she was stuck with her old shoes, worn out black bag, and ratty baggy pants. 'What seriously happened to them?' she tought.
"Here you go, Granger, they charged for straws and stuff, so now, you owe me $2.25."
"Are you serious? They charge a dollar for a straw? What is wrong with this place?"
"It's really the same everywhere else. In fact, this place is quite cheap. Why else would it be so crowded. Some people can't live without their coffee."
Hermione studied him. "Why are you being nice to me? Is it to bug me later about how this mudblood self of mine couldn't even buy her own coffee? Because if it is, I really didn't know that they raised the taxes an stuff. And, I'll like you to get a life."
"Well, I'm sorry for seeing that you were just sitting there for an hour, staring at the people drinking and eating. I thought you were starving to death or something, and saw that you only had 5 dollars, so I just bought it for you."
Hermione looked at him suspiciously. She may have been known to be the bookworm, but she had a thing with understanding people. Ron and Harry were a bit surprised to see that she knew so much about people. As she studied Malfoy, he began to feel a bit vulnerable.
"What-is there something on my shirt?" He looked down at his perfectly spotless white shirt.
"Why are you doing this for me?"
Malfoy smirked. God, Hermione hated that smirk. It was a childish, immature, cruel, and sneering smirk.
"Why am I helping you? You know, for a bookworm, you're really not that smart. Didn't I tell you that already? Let's see, I saw you looking like you were dying of starvation, so out of my generosity, I decided to pay for the rest of your frap. When did Malfoy's become so kind like this? I don't know, maybe since Lucius was put into Azkaban. Since when did little Draco dislike his father? Since his father tried to blame the crappy shit that he did on me. Hey, I'm not a totally heartless guy. Plus, I was waiting in line for my coffee, and you were taking long wondering what happened to the cheap coffees. For your parents, you'll see them. Follow me. There's a reason why I asked for to-go." Malfoy stood up and began to walk out the door of the mini cafe.
"Coming?"
Hermione looked into his gray eyes. 'Maybe it was his plan to kill her. Maybe it was his plans to pester her about being a mudblood. Still, she could be stuck here forever, and so she decided to follow him.'
And true, if she hadn't followed Malfoy into his black mustang, she would have been stuck there forever.
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Peep the style and the kids checking for it
The number one question is
How could you ignore it
We drop right back in the cut
Over basement tracks
With raps that got you backing this up like
[Rewind that]
We're just rolling with the rhythm
Rise from the ashes of stylistic division
With these non-stop lyrics of life living
Not to be forgotten
But still unforgiven
But in the meantime there are those who wanna
Talk this and that
So I suppose it gets to a point feelings gotta get hurt
And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt
[It goes]
Try to give you warning
But everyone ignores me
[Told you everything loud and clear]
But nobody's listening
Call to you so clearly
But you don't want to hear me
[Told you everything loud and clear]
But nobody's listening
I got a
Heart full of pain
Head full of stress
Handful of anger
Held in my chest
And everything left is a waste of time
I hate my rhymes
[But hate everyone else's more]
I'm riding on the back of this pressure
Guessing that it's better
I can't keep myself together
Because all of this stress
Gave me something to write on
The pain gave me something
I could set my sights on
You never forget the blood sweat and tears
The uphill struggle over years
The fear and trash talking
And the people it was to
And the people that started it
Just like you
I got a
Heart full of pain
Head full of stress
Handful of anger
Held in my chest
Uphill struggle
Blood, sweat and tears
Nothing to gain
Everything to fear
Once the song ended, Hermione asked, "Since when do you Linkin Park? Aren't they a muggle band?"
"Yeah, I got this during Muggle Studies this year. We had this assignment to find a muggle song that fit you best, and I came across this."
Hermione gasped. "Why' d you take Muggle Studies? You despise them!"
Draco looked out the window. "I-I was failing everything else. I mean, I'm usually not like that, but I had my mind on different things at the time of midterms."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What sorts of things were you talking about?"
"Er-girl trouble..."
Then, Hermione remembered Parvarti and Lavender whispering about problems between Draco and Pansy. "Oh-Pansy huh. You know, people thought you were some man whore, you know, just sticking with Pansy because she was great in bed. I mean, they say stuff about you, pretty nasty stuff too. I really wanted to believe it, but, I just figured there's got to be a better reason why you decided that you liked her. I mean-"
"Shut up, Granger, you're not making it any better."
"Oh. Sorry."She bit her lips. Malfoy smirked. She was so funny. So easily fooled, gullible, and clumsy. He thought that he enjoyed it the more he was around her. She made him smile.
"Oh, well, you know the song, the lyrics, you do know what they mean right?"
"Ch, hey, I may not be as smart as you, but I do know english okay?"
"No! It's just that the lyrics are really sad, and, you always seem so happy, you know, strutting around the school, bragging about your money. You always seem satisfied. I really never saw the sad and depressed side of you-"
"Stop trying to fix things Granger. Everyone's sad. Do you think I enjoy acting snobbish 24/7? Getting glares, people talking about me, cursing at me... It's not a fun life to live. This song is how I feel every second of my damned life."
Granger bit her lips again. "I'm sorry to hear that. To tell you the truth, I've been sort of sad this year too. Well, mostly worried."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"Well, I haven't received a decent letter from my parents since ages ago, and they usually send me new clothes when they get the chance, you know, because I wear mine out. I mean, my parents know that I wear my clothes a lot, and I'm sitting around in them until midnight doing homework. But this year, I got nothing, and all I got for Christmas was a pair of socks. I'm just wondering what might have happened. I mean, not to sound bratty or anything, buy they are dentists and both of them receive quite a lot of money, and I just can't see them not being able to afford just at least a new book bag."
Malfoy glanced at her. That described that plain and worn out clothes that the perfect Hermione Granger was wearing. Her hair was messily put up buy a dirty rubber band, her simple brown shirt that was obviously a bit small for her, and baggy old jeans that looked like they belonged to Potter or even Weasley. The black in her Etnies was fading away. 'If only she knew..." He felt sorry for her. He felt sorry for her for what she was going to find out. He changed his mind.
"Tell you what Granger. You have money right? At least at home?"
Puzzled, she responded, "Yeah-I've been saving up."
He took a sharp U-turn and Hermione felt like she could have fallen out of the car.
"Where the bloody hell are you taking me?" She asked breathlessly.
Her question was answered the second Malfoy parked his little black mustang convertable.
Hermione's jaw dropped. "THE MALL?"
He smirked."Yes, our lovable mudblood, the mall."
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Malfoy watched Granger run into every shop, looking at every piece of clothing on every single rack. She put tube tops, turtlenecks, short-sleeves, tank tops, and every type of shirt against herself. She must have tried on a hundred clothes. She bought cropped pants, baggy pants, baggy jeans, tight jeans, capris, shorts, mini skirts, mini skorts, skirts, flounce skirts, and even dresses. She bought tank tops, spaghetti straps, halter tops, short sleeves, long sleeves, turtlenecks, sweaters, sweats, jumpers, jackets, coats, and even ski jackets. When she left the doors of the mall, she was carrying 5 packed bags in each hand, and had given Draco some of her bags to carry as well. Even though Malfoy did feel bad giving her the chance to buy all these clothes, his spirits lifted when he saw the cheek ripping smile of hers.
He was a bit surprised by his actions. Usually, even talking with her was a nice thing that he had done for her, but he had just bought her coffee, given her a ride, and a shopping spree, and clothes. However, he knew that her good spirits will fall when she would find out the reason of her parent's absentness. He took pity on her, as he drove her home. He parked in the driveway of his grand, and humongous mansion.
"I'm glad you're happy, but I know that you won't stay that way for long, Granger. Welcome to the house that you will be in for the summer."
She looked at the fancy writing above the gold trimmed garage door.
THE MALFOY PLACE. She had the most confused look on her face. The look that she gave Draco asked a thousand questions.
With a bit of a small, sad smirk, he explained to her by saying, "Let's go in, my maid."
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Ah, done. Please review, so I could decide if I should even write the rest of it.
Don't worry, I'm going back to my old story.
Love you lots.
-and that song was by Linkin Park if you didn't read carefully what Hermione told him after.
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My Lovely Maid
The end of the sixth year came to Hermione like a flash of lightning. When did the time go by like this? She came out of the train, content of the successful year. Sure, it was full of pain, and a bit of depression, but it came out so well. She looked around, and was surprised that her usually welcoming parents were not there.
"Probably some conference." The past year, her parents had rarely written to her, and when they did, they described how busy they were by sending Hermione little notes that said something like 'Hope you're having a great time, Love Mom and Dad.' She waved goodbye to her forever best friends, and found a comfortable place near a cafe. Smelling the delicious smell of coffee, chocolate, and vanilla, she searched her baggy denim pant's pockets for some muggle money. Just her luck, she found a five dollar bill.
"Hi, can I have a regular caramel frap to go?" (A/N: yum...)
"Yes miss, that'll be $6.25." Hermione gaped at a man named Lucas behind the counter.
"Are you serious? How can it be $6.25?"
"Miss, aren't you watching the news? Something about economical problems or something, and they are raising the taxes up to 20%. Where've you been this whole time? It's all over the news!"
"Oh, well, I was a bit busy... Well, then I guess-"
"I guess I'll have to pay the $1.25, sir. Here you go." A hand from behind her added an extra dollar and a quarter on the counter. Hermione spun around.
"Malfoy! What are you doing here?"
"You're welcome. Sir, I'd like a tall Americano coffee please? Hey, Granger, you owe me. Come." He beckoned her to the only table left, a table for two.
"ONE MEDIUM CARAMEL FRAP, ONE TALL AMERICANO COFFEE, YOU'RE ORDER IS HERE!" Malfoy looked back. "I'll get that."
Malfoy walked over to the counter for the two cups of caffeinated drinks. 'Why is he doing this for me? He usually doesn't even dare to touch me. Now, he's buying me my coffee, and saving me seats?' She shrugged, and tugged at her plain dirt brown shirt. She caught a glimpse of her worn out black Etnies. She usually wasn't so unclean, and unorganized like this, but her parents hadn't sent any new clothes and bags over the breaks, so she was stuck with her old shoes, worn out black bag, and ratty baggy pants. 'What seriously happened to them?' she tought.
"Here you go, Granger, they charged for straws and stuff, so now, you owe me $2.25."
"Are you serious? They charge a dollar for a straw? What is wrong with this place?"
"It's really the same everywhere else. In fact, this place is quite cheap. Why else would it be so crowded. Some people can't live without their coffee."
Hermione studied him. "Why are you being nice to me? Is it to bug me later about how this mudblood self of mine couldn't even buy her own coffee? Because if it is, I really didn't know that they raised the taxes an stuff. And, I'll like you to get a life."
"Well, I'm sorry for seeing that you were just sitting there for an hour, staring at the people drinking and eating. I thought you were starving to death or something, and saw that you only had 5 dollars, so I just bought it for you."
Hermione looked at him suspiciously. She may have been known to be the bookworm, but she had a thing with understanding people. Ron and Harry were a bit surprised to see that she knew so much about people. As she studied Malfoy, he began to feel a bit vulnerable.
"What-is there something on my shirt?" He looked down at his perfectly spotless white shirt.
"Why are you doing this for me?"
Malfoy smirked. God, Hermione hated that smirk. It was a childish, immature, cruel, and sneering smirk.
"Why am I helping you? You know, for a bookworm, you're really not that smart. Didn't I tell you that already? Let's see, I saw you looking like you were dying of starvation, so out of my generosity, I decided to pay for the rest of your frap. When did Malfoy's become so kind like this? I don't know, maybe since Lucius was put into Azkaban. Since when did little Draco dislike his father? Since his father tried to blame the crappy shit that he did on me. Hey, I'm not a totally heartless guy. Plus, I was waiting in line for my coffee, and you were taking long wondering what happened to the cheap coffees. For your parents, you'll see them. Follow me. There's a reason why I asked for to-go." Malfoy stood up and began to walk out the door of the mini cafe.
"Coming?"
Hermione looked into his gray eyes. 'Maybe it was his plan to kill her. Maybe it was his plans to pester her about being a mudblood. Still, she could be stuck here forever, and so she decided to follow him.'
And true, if she hadn't followed Malfoy into his black mustang, she would have been stuck there forever.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Peep the style and the kids checking for it
The number one question is
How could you ignore it
We drop right back in the cut
Over basement tracks
With raps that got you backing this up like
[Rewind that]
We're just rolling with the rhythm
Rise from the ashes of stylistic division
With these non-stop lyrics of life living
Not to be forgotten
But still unforgiven
But in the meantime there are those who wanna
Talk this and that
So I suppose it gets to a point feelings gotta get hurt
And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt
[It goes]
Try to give you warning
But everyone ignores me
[Told you everything loud and clear]
But nobody's listening
Call to you so clearly
But you don't want to hear me
[Told you everything loud and clear]
But nobody's listening
I got a
Heart full of pain
Head full of stress
Handful of anger
Held in my chest
And everything left is a waste of time
I hate my rhymes
[But hate everyone else's more]
I'm riding on the back of this pressure
Guessing that it's better
I can't keep myself together
Because all of this stress
Gave me something to write on
The pain gave me something
I could set my sights on
You never forget the blood sweat and tears
The uphill struggle over years
The fear and trash talking
And the people it was to
And the people that started it
Just like you
I got a
Heart full of pain
Head full of stress
Handful of anger
Held in my chest
Uphill struggle
Blood, sweat and tears
Nothing to gain
Everything to fear
Once the song ended, Hermione asked, "Since when do you Linkin Park? Aren't they a muggle band?"
"Yeah, I got this during Muggle Studies this year. We had this assignment to find a muggle song that fit you best, and I came across this."
Hermione gasped. "Why' d you take Muggle Studies? You despise them!"
Draco looked out the window. "I-I was failing everything else. I mean, I'm usually not like that, but I had my mind on different things at the time of midterms."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What sorts of things were you talking about?"
"Er-girl trouble..."
Then, Hermione remembered Parvarti and Lavender whispering about problems between Draco and Pansy. "Oh-Pansy huh. You know, people thought you were some man whore, you know, just sticking with Pansy because she was great in bed. I mean, they say stuff about you, pretty nasty stuff too. I really wanted to believe it, but, I just figured there's got to be a better reason why you decided that you liked her. I mean-"
"Shut up, Granger, you're not making it any better."
"Oh. Sorry."She bit her lips. Malfoy smirked. She was so funny. So easily fooled, gullible, and clumsy. He thought that he enjoyed it the more he was around her. She made him smile.
"Oh, well, you know the song, the lyrics, you do know what they mean right?"
"Ch, hey, I may not be as smart as you, but I do know english okay?"
"No! It's just that the lyrics are really sad, and, you always seem so happy, you know, strutting around the school, bragging about your money. You always seem satisfied. I really never saw the sad and depressed side of you-"
"Stop trying to fix things Granger. Everyone's sad. Do you think I enjoy acting snobbish 24/7? Getting glares, people talking about me, cursing at me... It's not a fun life to live. This song is how I feel every second of my damned life."
Granger bit her lips again. "I'm sorry to hear that. To tell you the truth, I've been sort of sad this year too. Well, mostly worried."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"Well, I haven't received a decent letter from my parents since ages ago, and they usually send me new clothes when they get the chance, you know, because I wear mine out. I mean, my parents know that I wear my clothes a lot, and I'm sitting around in them until midnight doing homework. But this year, I got nothing, and all I got for Christmas was a pair of socks. I'm just wondering what might have happened. I mean, not to sound bratty or anything, buy they are dentists and both of them receive quite a lot of money, and I just can't see them not being able to afford just at least a new book bag."
Malfoy glanced at her. That described that plain and worn out clothes that the perfect Hermione Granger was wearing. Her hair was messily put up buy a dirty rubber band, her simple brown shirt that was obviously a bit small for her, and baggy old jeans that looked like they belonged to Potter or even Weasley. The black in her Etnies was fading away. 'If only she knew..." He felt sorry for her. He felt sorry for her for what she was going to find out. He changed his mind.
"Tell you what Granger. You have money right? At least at home?"
Puzzled, she responded, "Yeah-I've been saving up."
He took a sharp U-turn and Hermione felt like she could have fallen out of the car.
"Where the bloody hell are you taking me?" She asked breathlessly.
Her question was answered the second Malfoy parked his little black mustang convertable.
Hermione's jaw dropped. "THE MALL?"
He smirked."Yes, our lovable mudblood, the mall."
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Malfoy watched Granger run into every shop, looking at every piece of clothing on every single rack. She put tube tops, turtlenecks, short-sleeves, tank tops, and every type of shirt against herself. She must have tried on a hundred clothes. She bought cropped pants, baggy pants, baggy jeans, tight jeans, capris, shorts, mini skirts, mini skorts, skirts, flounce skirts, and even dresses. She bought tank tops, spaghetti straps, halter tops, short sleeves, long sleeves, turtlenecks, sweaters, sweats, jumpers, jackets, coats, and even ski jackets. When she left the doors of the mall, she was carrying 5 packed bags in each hand, and had given Draco some of her bags to carry as well. Even though Malfoy did feel bad giving her the chance to buy all these clothes, his spirits lifted when he saw the cheek ripping smile of hers.
He was a bit surprised by his actions. Usually, even talking with her was a nice thing that he had done for her, but he had just bought her coffee, given her a ride, and a shopping spree, and clothes. However, he knew that her good spirits will fall when she would find out the reason of her parent's absentness. He took pity on her, as he drove her home. He parked in the driveway of his grand, and humongous mansion.
"I'm glad you're happy, but I know that you won't stay that way for long, Granger. Welcome to the house that you will be in for the summer."
She looked at the fancy writing above the gold trimmed garage door.
THE MALFOY PLACE. She had the most confused look on her face. The look that she gave Draco asked a thousand questions.
With a bit of a small, sad smirk, he explained to her by saying, "Let's go in, my maid."
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Ah, done. Please review, so I could decide if I should even write the rest of it.
Don't worry, I'm going back to my old story.
Love you lots.
-and that song was by Linkin Park if you didn't read carefully what Hermione told him after.