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Things Change
Chapter Six:
Deep Down
Many days gone by and Hermione and Draco didn't talk. Days turned into nights, which turned into weeks, which turned into weekends, which turned into months. To Hermione and Draco each moment just seems to blend in with the next. They lived in shades of gray. It's been so long since they've spoken, in fact, they both forgot that Draco hadn't finished his part of the deal. Draco is busy with his new girlfriend Emma Macosavich and trying to impress her, all the while making sure he dodges his psycho body-user. Hermione has no time to herself anymore. She has to work at the Three Broom Sticks to get a steady pay, help Harry and Ron with their homework, do her own homework, read letters from strangers asking her for advise on how to live life because of her new program called Ask Granger, and take care of her husky dog named Wolfy (who really is half wolf).
One day Draco Malfoy was taking Emma out on a date. Everyday was perfect when they went out. It was as if the sky cleared up to make a nice and romantic evening just for the two of them. Practically everyone in Hogwarts knows that they were meant for each other. If they were really meant for one another then why does Draco feel like there's something missing in his wonderful life?
"Draco?" Emma asked her boyfriend as they walked around the grassy grounds holding hands and never wanting to let go. Draco gazed down at his world. He hopes she could be his world, at least, but, there's just something that's not in her.
"Yes, Love?" She smiled. Emma blushes every time he calls her that, it makes her fell special.
"It's our anniversary, did you know that? Do you remember?"
"Of course, I remember, how could I forget?" He smiled at her silly little question and added, "These days are the most important days of my life." In truth it wasn't, he just needed to slip that in so she would be convinced that he really loved her. That doesn't make since at all because he doesn't really even like her to the fullest limit. If that's so, how could he love her? By the way, why is he lying? She seemed satisfied.
"You've been trying to dazzle me with all these expensive gifts and delight me with my choice of restaurants. You take me wherever I want to go. How come you never do anything for yourself? This time I want to go were you want to go. Your favorite place to go and eat, anywhere and I'll go with you." She was serious.
"That's fine with me," putting a finger up to his chin so he could show her that he's in his thinking position and look very attractive at the same time, he thought then said, "I haven't been to the Three Broomsticks for a while. How about that, original enough for you?" Emma smiled a bright smile.
"Anything for you, dear."
Using his wand, Draco magically made a broomstick appear out of thin air. He motion to his girl to get on, "After you," he says. She blushes, gives him a peck on the cheek, smoothes her skirt, and gets on with Draco lifting her up on both sides. Draco gets up in front, she grabs onto his lower chest and off they went.
How come the smartest witch or wizard in the world can't find a job that paid more? Hermione thought to herself as she wiped a table until it was spotless. She picked up the used cups and set it behind the counter where the washer-upper will rinse them. Leaning up on top of the counter, she heard the door open and the bells that were supposed to ring rang. She looked up to a handsome, muscular body and silvery-blue moons. Wait! HANSOME!!!!WHAT????!!!!
"Welcome to the Three Broomsticks, how many people?" she said as if she had nothing else better to be doing in her life. Emma hugged Draco around the waist and waited for him to answer. Obviously, Draco was paying way too much attention to his women that he didn't look up to see who he was to answer to.
"Oh…uh, two please, only two." Hermione noticed that they were in their on little world (up in WOOO-land) that she gave up all hope of talking to Draco.
"Right this way," she motioned for them to fallow. She leads them to a wooden table with two comfy, orange, cushioned chairs and magically pulled out two menus to laid professionally on the clothed table. I am getting way to good at this, need to find a new job! This is B-O-R-I-N-G!
As Hermione walked away, Draco, still in WOOO-land, pulled out Emma's chair and waited till she sat down then sat in his own. Why am I so in love, Draco thought, wait, am I really in love? I thought I wasn't really in love. What am I doing to myself?
"Drac, What do you want to eat?" Olivia twinkles her long eyelashes at him. What did I get myself into? He opened up his menu and tried hard no to look up so he could avoid her eyes.
Emma is gorgeous, tall, and fascinating. They were supposed to be together. What is so wrong? Maybe I only like her for her looks? Then why is the fascinating part in there?
"I want the special for today, it comes with a bag of Every Flavored Beans. I'll get you a salad. That what you always order no matter what place we go. Am I correct?" She nodded her approval. " And water with a pinch of added lemon, I know." Draco waved his arm, "waiter, waiter!"
Hermione lifted her head from Why Guys Have Less Money: They Always Take Us Girls out to Dinner. Then Hermione began to walk to the hungry people. Her thoughts were still with the book. Guys don't always order for the girl then pay with credit. That's really not even close to reality. I mean, we're in the wizarding world, seriously.
"Yes, you called?"
"I want the special, Emma wants the salad with ranch."
"Not even a please or a thank you…brat," Hermione mumbled under her breath. She was really having a terrible day. Draco caught that bit and turned his eyes sharply to meet hers.
"Did you just say something?" He asked explosively.
"Why, did you hear something?" Hermione replied with equal fire, not flinching even a little.
"You just called me a brat. Is that really necessary?"
"Your father should see how you act out here in public. Maybe he could learn something from you, maybe how not to look down on people who actually work."
"Take that back, or my father will hear of this!" Draco threatened. He doesn't even know why he's getting mad at this stupid conversation. I guess I just need to express my internal stress on someone, this someone just happens to be Granger.
"You want me to punch you like I did that one year?" Hermione pressured. They had a deadlock and static was everywhere.
"You wish, I just let you punch me because I know you wouldn't get to punch anything else in your life." Even though that didn't make any sense at all, he couldn't prattle anything else out of his overly-reacting brain. Emma was getting embarrassed and wanted to leave ASAP.
"Um…Draco, dear, honey, wouldn't you want to go now," she pushed him toward the door, the added under her breath, "You know, before you embarrass the hell out of me!" She was getting desperate.
"Yea, be like that, just walk away," Hermione said loudly, then added to make the insulting effect click, "Pussy!" Now there was only her, the other customers, the other employees, and her boss. She came marching over and, because of her height, she towered over Hermione's small figure.
"HERMIONE GRANGER! What the HELL do you think you were doing just then to out BEST CUSTOMER?!?!?!?!?!?!" The boss screamed at the top of her lounges. Between some of the words there was a squeak and steam was coming out of her big, elephant-like ears. Since Hermione didn't give a quick enough answer and just started terrified at the greasy ground, she boss pointed to the door and musher, "You're fired."
Walking out of the door, she realized what she had just done. She humiliated herself into the next century and to add onto that she got herself fired. Now she lost her confidence for the month, is being hated by everyone that was at the Three Broom Sticks, probably being made fun of my Draco's glabber-able mouth, and has no job to buy anything with. Her life is just perfect.
I didn't know what I was thinking when I wrote this, I was just super-duper-grumpy because of some friend-issue. Haven't been writing for a long time, school made that happen. Don't hate me or anything, I just go with the flow and write whatever I write. I know it sucks and is very boring but bare with me my peeps. I mean, writing the top and middle part of it a long-long-LONG-L-O-N-G time ago and then deciding to come back to it a long-long-LONG-L-O-N-G time later is pretty hard for me. I forgot everything that I was supposed to write about. So learn from this, taking notes on solid paper is a GOOD thing.
So again, write cruel stuff, I know you have something to say about this…this un-loveable chapter, and help me become a better writer. This is my first story still but I don't care. If there really isn't anything you have to write about that's mean, then just say SOMETHING. Seriously, I want to hear from you guys. So R&R! Tata's.