A/N- Wow, talk about a double Banger. My step-sisters great grandmother just died and I had to help her out. Sorry it took a while. By the way, if ya'll e-mail me at wicked1brewer88@aol.com, I will send y'all an e-mail when I update. Take notice that I am only here every wendesday, and every other weekend so it might take a little. But during the time I am not here I will be thinking and writing more chapter's for this.
Chapter 6- the real next chpater, sorry about the two chapter 5's
Draco sat up, the room was dark and there didn't seem to be any lights. He didn't care, he was used to the dark. He was in the dark a lot, he kinda liked it, maybe. He noticed that he was covered up and could smell the scent of Hermione's perfume so he could tell it was her who put it on him.
He scowled. The thought of a mudblood coming so close to him was a discusting thought. 'Since I was asleep, who knows what she could or would have done.' he thought 'Ewww! Yuck Yuck Yuck!'
Hermione turned around in the chair, she was really really uncomfortable since she wasn't in her bed. She looked at her light up watch, it was 5:30, she'll get up soon.
She heard Draco moving around on the couch but she didn't want to show that she was up and get any more heat from him though he had been ok so far. She had a dream that she was stuck in this house forever. Strangely, she didn't mind all that much and that scared her.
'She looks kinda cute laying there.' Draco said,
'Eww, what am I saying?' he scowled.
Hermione snuck a peek over at the couch.
'Wow, he is cute when he's laying there. There's no scowl on his face, no mean remarks out of his mouth, no nothing. It's nice.' she smiled to herself. Eew, what am I saying, gross. no, not gross, wait, yeas gross, no not gross, yes.... errr. I can't decide. I'm losing my mind, I can't decide if Draco is hot or not.'
Hermione scowled, 'I just called him Draco, what's wrong with me!?!'
She couldn't take it anymore, she had to get up. Draco quickly shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep as she walked past. Hermione covered her shoulders with a robe and walked into the kitchen.
She wanted to make sure that while she is here, no house elves will be doing any work that she can't do herself. Which is everything, she decided, she can do anything she puts her mind to.
Draco rolled over, it was nearly six and he needed to get up no matter how much he wanted not to. He snuck up the stairs and slipped into the jaccuzzi. the water was hot and the bubbles he added tingled his nose, taking the smell of Hermione's perfume off of him.
Boy he hated having her here. He would much rather have the house to himself while his parents were gone. Speaking of parents, his would definatly get a letter from them soon.
About fifteen long minutes later, Draco climbed out, got dressed and climbed back downstairs where he could smell breakfast baking. He sat down at the table. Hermione put a plate in front of him.
He scowled, "I don't eat eggs." He said angrily.
"Sorry, I didn't know, here, I'll take it off hand the plate back."
"No, they are all touching, get me a whole new plate. And I only want a wheat toast with slight butter and some orange juice."
A few minutes later Hermione came back with his plate. But he shrugged her off.
"Never mind, I don't want it anymore." He got up from the table and walked out of the room and up the stairs.
Hermione sighed and put the plate back away. She sighed. She didn't feel that today would be a good one.
Chapter 6- the real next chpater, sorry about the two chapter 5's
Draco sat up, the room was dark and there didn't seem to be any lights. He didn't care, he was used to the dark. He was in the dark a lot, he kinda liked it, maybe. He noticed that he was covered up and could smell the scent of Hermione's perfume so he could tell it was her who put it on him.
He scowled. The thought of a mudblood coming so close to him was a discusting thought. 'Since I was asleep, who knows what she could or would have done.' he thought 'Ewww! Yuck Yuck Yuck!'
Hermione turned around in the chair, she was really really uncomfortable since she wasn't in her bed. She looked at her light up watch, it was 5:30, she'll get up soon.
She heard Draco moving around on the couch but she didn't want to show that she was up and get any more heat from him though he had been ok so far. She had a dream that she was stuck in this house forever. Strangely, she didn't mind all that much and that scared her.
'She looks kinda cute laying there.' Draco said,
'Eww, what am I saying?' he scowled.
Hermione snuck a peek over at the couch.
'Wow, he is cute when he's laying there. There's no scowl on his face, no mean remarks out of his mouth, no nothing. It's nice.' she smiled to herself. Eew, what am I saying, gross. no, not gross, wait, yeas gross, no not gross, yes.... errr. I can't decide. I'm losing my mind, I can't decide if Draco is hot or not.'
Hermione scowled, 'I just called him Draco, what's wrong with me!?!'
She couldn't take it anymore, she had to get up. Draco quickly shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep as she walked past. Hermione covered her shoulders with a robe and walked into the kitchen.
She wanted to make sure that while she is here, no house elves will be doing any work that she can't do herself. Which is everything, she decided, she can do anything she puts her mind to.
Draco rolled over, it was nearly six and he needed to get up no matter how much he wanted not to. He snuck up the stairs and slipped into the jaccuzzi. the water was hot and the bubbles he added tingled his nose, taking the smell of Hermione's perfume off of him.
Boy he hated having her here. He would much rather have the house to himself while his parents were gone. Speaking of parents, his would definatly get a letter from them soon.
About fifteen long minutes later, Draco climbed out, got dressed and climbed back downstairs where he could smell breakfast baking. He sat down at the table. Hermione put a plate in front of him.
He scowled, "I don't eat eggs." He said angrily.
"Sorry, I didn't know, here, I'll take it off hand the plate back."
"No, they are all touching, get me a whole new plate. And I only want a wheat toast with slight butter and some orange juice."
A few minutes later Hermione came back with his plate. But he shrugged her off.
"Never mind, I don't want it anymore." He got up from the table and walked out of the room and up the stairs.
Hermione sighed and put the plate back away. She sighed. She didn't feel that today would be a good one.
