Chapter II Hamburgs and Fresh Flies
The next day, Draco was doing what he had been doing for hours, pacing his room. His head was swimming with thoughts about the new maid. How could she have done that to herself? It's all her fault she made him feel this way! Draco, of course, knew it wasn't her fault. But he had to blame someone, and he wasn't about to blame himself, so, he had to blame her.
His mind whirled back to the black dressing girl. He didn't know how to act around her. Oh for god's sake! He would be mean and nasty like he had always been! She may have changed into a real sex goddess, but she was still mudblood Granger. The same one he had hated and despised for the past six years.
He gave a nod to himself, agreeing to be just like always. A soft knock on his door brought him back to the real world. He spun around agrily. Who dared to knock on his door! He swpet over to it and flung it open to find Hermione Granger standing with her arms full of cleaning tools.
She was wearing shtrux thigh tight, bellbottom pants, wich were way to long for her, and dropped over her black boots. She had on a black waist apron wich had the words written in white: Kiss the Maid. A tight, long sleeved shirt with a low v-cut neck, and rolled up sleeves to about an inch past her elbows. On her head was a black bandana wich pulled back her hair, keeping it from her eyes, though a few stray strands of hair fell lazily into her eyes.
She didn't have any make up on, just a bit of eye liner and clear lip gloss. She looked pretty too though. She cleared her throat impatiently and Draco snapped out of it.
"What the hell do you want mudblood? Get the shit out here!" he barked at her.
"I'm sorry sir, but I have orders from Miss Malfoy to come clean your room sir," she said tonelessly, just like a good servant should. Draco was a bit taken aback by her servant like tone and attidute. He had expected her to roam along the halls of his house, acting like she owned the place. But here she was, proving him wrong.
"Well, go do something else! Go on! Get yer mudblood ass out of here!" he snarled at her, in attempt to make her angry. Her eyes flashed with hurt, then turned to pity, though she kept a straight, expressionless and emotionless face.
"Well, sir. I have already sweeped and mopped the floors, dusted the antiques, waxed the paintings, refilled the floo bags, done and hung the laundry, washed the dishes, watered the plants and flowers, fed the owls, sent the letters, washed the bathrooms, made the beds, fluffed the pillows, added wood to the fires, sorted clothes, done Miss Malfoy's hair, cooked breakfast and lunch, wash-" but she was cut off by Draco's cough.
"Um, wow, you did all that? By yourself? Nice," he said without thinking. Hermione blushed but stayed in one spot.
"Well, sir. If you do not wish for me to clean your room, then I shall leave," she offered and Draco nodded and let her in. Hermione shuffled into the room, only to lay eyes uopn the biggest mess she had ever seen.
She shook her head with dissaproval and began to clean. She was very quike and swift in everything. In no time she had sweeped and mopped the floors, washed the windows, dusted shelves, made the bed, fluffed the pillows, took out the laundry.
All that was left to do was the clothes and messy desk. She darted swiftly around his giant room, picking up clothes and neatly folding them, storing them away in their rightful place, reorganizing the books into alphabetical order, and other things.
In some time, the room was left spotlessly clean. The window was open, letting a fresh scent into the room. Everything looked nice and clean. Hermione smiled at her good job and went over to Draco. She came up to him and gave a small curtsy.
"All done sir," she said. Draco just gaped at her, jaw hanging open. But she just stood there, not making any move to leave. He was just about to get angry when he remembered what she was waiting ever so patiently for.
"Right, you are dissmissed," he said and she immediatly left the room, taking all her cleaning stuff with her. Draco shook his head and decided to take his girlfriend Pansy on a broom ride, maybe that will take his mind off things.
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Hermione walked quikly back to her room, very happy with herself. She finally had a meaning in life. Her life's work was to keep the Malfoy Manor in tip top shape. Making sure to keep everything clean and well organized. It felt very good to have a meaning in life, ever since...
She sighed and decided to change. It was a warm day and she wanted to go outside. Miss Malfoy said when she was done with cleaning, she may have the rest of the day off. She pulled off her clothes and changed.
She wore a short, black jean skirt and a small, tight black tank top. A matching black jean jacket and knee high, black socks. Her heavy black boots and a black cap. She let her hair down and put on very heavy eye make up. Lots of eye shadow, liner and mascara.
A bit of lip gloss and blush. She took her big, black hand bag and stuffed a few magazines she would be reading. Lastly she serveyed herself in the mirror and agreed that she looked very very VERY good.
She winked at herself and swept out of her room. She walked to the front doors only to find Narcissa sitting in the living room, reading a book. She decided to tell her she was done and where she was going.
She jogged into the living room and up to Miss Malfoy.
"Hello ma'am. I just wanted to tell miss that I'm done and was just headed outside for some fresh air reading," she said making Narcissa smile.
"Thats good dear, have fun! Oh and do call me Narcissa while in conversations with me. It will be way more pleasant," she said and waved to her before engrossing herself in her book again. Hermione walked outside and pulled on her head phones.
She took out her CD player and put on her favorite music full blast. She didn't even realize she was singing along with it, and suprisingly had a very nice voice.
She walked out on to the quidditch feild and transfigured a rock into a hamack and layed down in it, stretching like a lazy cat. She never liked getting tanned, thats why she wore long socks and jacket.
She put on some dark shades and pulled out her magazine, Gothic Witch. It was her favorite and she never missed an issue. She popped a wad of gum into her mouth and began to chew while listening to her music and reading.
She was having a very good time and she found that the magazine came with black nail polish you can let paint your nails by itself. She charmed it to paint them by itself and soon she had black finger nails, the brush and polish waiting patiently to be put away.
Hermione giggled and went back to reading.
Meanwhile...
Draco and Pansy were way high up in the air, flying like there was no tomorrow. Pansy had straight, dirty blond hair that fell just past her shoulders. A cute, but not very pretty face with WAY to much make up and a very tissue stuffed body. Her bra had at least two packs of tissues stuffed to make her breasts look big.
She was looking like a total and complete slut. A brown leather mini skirt and a very, very, very small and very, very, very tight leather tank top. She had leather high heels and tons and tons of bracelets and rings.
Very large hoop ear rings and and a tatto of a snake right ubove her ass wich she was more than happy to show off. They were presently high up in the air, Pansy's arms around Draco's waist, nearly suffocating him. Her long manicured nails were viciously digging into his skin.
Her legs were wrapped around his his, her heels raming into shins. It wasn't very pleasant, but when they got high enough, Draco turned around to face her, making her let him go, along with her legs. She smiled seductivly ar him and in no time they were full on making out.
Draco was just about to gag from all the heavy perfume she had put on, when his eyes rested on a black speck on the ground. Without Pansy noticeing, he lowered his broom and they flew down in order for Draco to see what this strange black thing was.
He nearly bit off Pansy's tounge (A/N: Yes, I know, I know, gross, but work with me here) when he saw that this thing was none other than his maid, Hermione Granger. She was laying in a hamack, wearing black as usual, but more revealing.
Dark shades and a black cap, she was chewing bubble gum and every now and then blew a gum bubble. She was engrossed in a magazine, and her music was on very loud so she didn't notice a Draco making out with a Pansy just abaove her head.
Pansy broke away, rather offended that Draco wasn't kissing back as good as she had hoped, and Draco quikly turned his broom so that she wouldn't see Hermione.
"Drakie, why aren't you kissing me back?! What did I do?" she said and immediatly burst into fake tears, letting out wails of sorrow every now and then. Draco panicked, he didn't want Hermione to see them, so he kissed her as it was the only thing to shut her up.
Pansy stopped crying and kissed back, like nothing at all happened. When he broke away to see if Granger wasn't looking, he found her looking straight at him, a evil smirk on her face. He felt himself go bright red with embaressment, and he without thinking shouted at Hermione.
"What the fuck is so funny mudblood? Think kissing a girl is amusing do you? How would you know if the only things you've kissed was Pott head and Weasel!" he called to her, wanting her to be embaressed and get angry.
But she just burst out laughing, into wild hysterics. Pansy had by now realized what was happening and was glaring at the now laughing girl for disrupting their kiss.
"Damn Malfoy! You come hovering over my head making out with a girl and disrupt MY peace, then insult ME. That completly doesn't make sense, after I cleaned your room, and your whole house when you're too lazy to move yer bum, this is how you repay me? Sheesh, some respect I get," she said and smiled at his furious expression.
"You don't deserve any respect mudblood! The only respect you deserve is on the filthy ground where you belong!" he snarled. Hermione stayed quiet and without a word, she distransfigured her hamack, packed her things and set off running towards the Manor.
Draco cursed him for ever coming near her. She really had a point, she didn't do anything. He was the one to disrupt her peace then blame her for it. But, as he had said before, someone had to be blamed, and it had to be her.
He turned to Pansy again and sighed.
"What was she doing here Draco? She doesn't have a right to come onto your property," said Pansy.
"Nah, she lives here. New maid," he said and Pansy nodded in understanding. Draco flew her home and by the time he got back to the Manor, it was five thirty in the afternoon. He put his broom away and walked back home.
He cleaned himself and took a quike shower before going down for dinner. But before, he put on a pair of blue, baggy jeans and an over sized, black, large t-shirt. He slicked back his hair as he always did for dinner, and headed downstairs.
He found his mother already sitting by the table, looking very exited. The table was already set for three and his mother was practicly jumping in her seat.
"Sup mum?" he asked as he sat down at his usual seat on the end of the table.
"Oh, it's just that Hermione is making dinner today. She's making a muggle meal, something we have not eaten before! Isn't this exiting?" squealed Narcissa. Draco rolled his eyes. Yes, very exiting indeed.
They waited a couple of minutes more, until Hermione came in with a huge tray of, er, weird things. There were three of these weird things, and Draco wondered what ever on earth they were. They looked like balls of different colors. It was a brown thing, and underneath it was a darker brown thing, then a red thing, then green then yelloe, then another light brown thing. How peculiar.
The goblets were filled with a black liquid which had bubbles rising to the top. Whatever it was, he was certainly NOT eating or drinking anything she gave them. It could be poisoned.
"Ta da! Hamburgers with french fries and coke! Enjoy," she said and handed Draco and Narcissa the hamburgers and french fries along with the goblets of coke. Narcissa was very exited and reached for her fork and knife, ready to try this new food.
"Oh, er, Narcissa! You use your hands to eat this, not forks and knifes," she informed her and the woman nodded in understanding, taking a huge bite of the hamburger and chewing it eagerly. Her eyes widened and she took another bite and and another. Obviously she liked it.
"This hunbarg is very good! So are these fresh flies," sha said once she swallowed. Draco on the other hand, was catiously sniffing the bun and pocking it with his finger. Hermione smiled and sat down to eat her own meal.
After dinner (she had to make more as Narcissa desperatly wanted more hunbargs and fresh flies) she cleared the table and went to wash the dishes. Everyone had eaten everything, even Draco, and she felt very good.
She yawned and finished the washing. She dried her hands and took off her apron, ready to go to her room. She walked up the staris, and as soon as she got to her bed, she fell asleep, not bothering to undress.
a/n Hullo to all! Sorry for the delay, but my computer broke and I wrote this on my labtop and let me tell you, it wasn't really comfortable. So, you should be very happy that I wrote such a long chapter ON MY LAB! Hehe, I'm feeling a bit, HAPPY right now as I have a BOYFRIEND!! Woo hoo! Yeepee! It's stupid, next door, best bud, black haired Tom! Not Tom Felton (if only...) but stupid Tom, correction, MY stupid Tom. Sorry, but, aren't you always happy when ya get a bf? Ya, I thought so. lol, see ya!
sleepy-kitty (yawn)
The next day, Draco was doing what he had been doing for hours, pacing his room. His head was swimming with thoughts about the new maid. How could she have done that to herself? It's all her fault she made him feel this way! Draco, of course, knew it wasn't her fault. But he had to blame someone, and he wasn't about to blame himself, so, he had to blame her.
His mind whirled back to the black dressing girl. He didn't know how to act around her. Oh for god's sake! He would be mean and nasty like he had always been! She may have changed into a real sex goddess, but she was still mudblood Granger. The same one he had hated and despised for the past six years.
He gave a nod to himself, agreeing to be just like always. A soft knock on his door brought him back to the real world. He spun around agrily. Who dared to knock on his door! He swpet over to it and flung it open to find Hermione Granger standing with her arms full of cleaning tools.
She was wearing shtrux thigh tight, bellbottom pants, wich were way to long for her, and dropped over her black boots. She had on a black waist apron wich had the words written in white: Kiss the Maid. A tight, long sleeved shirt with a low v-cut neck, and rolled up sleeves to about an inch past her elbows. On her head was a black bandana wich pulled back her hair, keeping it from her eyes, though a few stray strands of hair fell lazily into her eyes.
She didn't have any make up on, just a bit of eye liner and clear lip gloss. She looked pretty too though. She cleared her throat impatiently and Draco snapped out of it.
"What the hell do you want mudblood? Get the shit out here!" he barked at her.
"I'm sorry sir, but I have orders from Miss Malfoy to come clean your room sir," she said tonelessly, just like a good servant should. Draco was a bit taken aback by her servant like tone and attidute. He had expected her to roam along the halls of his house, acting like she owned the place. But here she was, proving him wrong.
"Well, go do something else! Go on! Get yer mudblood ass out of here!" he snarled at her, in attempt to make her angry. Her eyes flashed with hurt, then turned to pity, though she kept a straight, expressionless and emotionless face.
"Well, sir. I have already sweeped and mopped the floors, dusted the antiques, waxed the paintings, refilled the floo bags, done and hung the laundry, washed the dishes, watered the plants and flowers, fed the owls, sent the letters, washed the bathrooms, made the beds, fluffed the pillows, added wood to the fires, sorted clothes, done Miss Malfoy's hair, cooked breakfast and lunch, wash-" but she was cut off by Draco's cough.
"Um, wow, you did all that? By yourself? Nice," he said without thinking. Hermione blushed but stayed in one spot.
"Well, sir. If you do not wish for me to clean your room, then I shall leave," she offered and Draco nodded and let her in. Hermione shuffled into the room, only to lay eyes uopn the biggest mess she had ever seen.
She shook her head with dissaproval and began to clean. She was very quike and swift in everything. In no time she had sweeped and mopped the floors, washed the windows, dusted shelves, made the bed, fluffed the pillows, took out the laundry.
All that was left to do was the clothes and messy desk. She darted swiftly around his giant room, picking up clothes and neatly folding them, storing them away in their rightful place, reorganizing the books into alphabetical order, and other things.
In some time, the room was left spotlessly clean. The window was open, letting a fresh scent into the room. Everything looked nice and clean. Hermione smiled at her good job and went over to Draco. She came up to him and gave a small curtsy.
"All done sir," she said. Draco just gaped at her, jaw hanging open. But she just stood there, not making any move to leave. He was just about to get angry when he remembered what she was waiting ever so patiently for.
"Right, you are dissmissed," he said and she immediatly left the room, taking all her cleaning stuff with her. Draco shook his head and decided to take his girlfriend Pansy on a broom ride, maybe that will take his mind off things.
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Hermione walked quikly back to her room, very happy with herself. She finally had a meaning in life. Her life's work was to keep the Malfoy Manor in tip top shape. Making sure to keep everything clean and well organized. It felt very good to have a meaning in life, ever since...
She sighed and decided to change. It was a warm day and she wanted to go outside. Miss Malfoy said when she was done with cleaning, she may have the rest of the day off. She pulled off her clothes and changed.
She wore a short, black jean skirt and a small, tight black tank top. A matching black jean jacket and knee high, black socks. Her heavy black boots and a black cap. She let her hair down and put on very heavy eye make up. Lots of eye shadow, liner and mascara.
A bit of lip gloss and blush. She took her big, black hand bag and stuffed a few magazines she would be reading. Lastly she serveyed herself in the mirror and agreed that she looked very very VERY good.
She winked at herself and swept out of her room. She walked to the front doors only to find Narcissa sitting in the living room, reading a book. She decided to tell her she was done and where she was going.
She jogged into the living room and up to Miss Malfoy.
"Hello ma'am. I just wanted to tell miss that I'm done and was just headed outside for some fresh air reading," she said making Narcissa smile.
"Thats good dear, have fun! Oh and do call me Narcissa while in conversations with me. It will be way more pleasant," she said and waved to her before engrossing herself in her book again. Hermione walked outside and pulled on her head phones.
She took out her CD player and put on her favorite music full blast. She didn't even realize she was singing along with it, and suprisingly had a very nice voice.
She walked out on to the quidditch feild and transfigured a rock into a hamack and layed down in it, stretching like a lazy cat. She never liked getting tanned, thats why she wore long socks and jacket.
She put on some dark shades and pulled out her magazine, Gothic Witch. It was her favorite and she never missed an issue. She popped a wad of gum into her mouth and began to chew while listening to her music and reading.
She was having a very good time and she found that the magazine came with black nail polish you can let paint your nails by itself. She charmed it to paint them by itself and soon she had black finger nails, the brush and polish waiting patiently to be put away.
Hermione giggled and went back to reading.
Meanwhile...
Draco and Pansy were way high up in the air, flying like there was no tomorrow. Pansy had straight, dirty blond hair that fell just past her shoulders. A cute, but not very pretty face with WAY to much make up and a very tissue stuffed body. Her bra had at least two packs of tissues stuffed to make her breasts look big.
She was looking like a total and complete slut. A brown leather mini skirt and a very, very, very small and very, very, very tight leather tank top. She had leather high heels and tons and tons of bracelets and rings.
Very large hoop ear rings and and a tatto of a snake right ubove her ass wich she was more than happy to show off. They were presently high up in the air, Pansy's arms around Draco's waist, nearly suffocating him. Her long manicured nails were viciously digging into his skin.
Her legs were wrapped around his his, her heels raming into shins. It wasn't very pleasant, but when they got high enough, Draco turned around to face her, making her let him go, along with her legs. She smiled seductivly ar him and in no time they were full on making out.
Draco was just about to gag from all the heavy perfume she had put on, when his eyes rested on a black speck on the ground. Without Pansy noticeing, he lowered his broom and they flew down in order for Draco to see what this strange black thing was.
He nearly bit off Pansy's tounge (A/N: Yes, I know, I know, gross, but work with me here) when he saw that this thing was none other than his maid, Hermione Granger. She was laying in a hamack, wearing black as usual, but more revealing.
Dark shades and a black cap, she was chewing bubble gum and every now and then blew a gum bubble. She was engrossed in a magazine, and her music was on very loud so she didn't notice a Draco making out with a Pansy just abaove her head.
Pansy broke away, rather offended that Draco wasn't kissing back as good as she had hoped, and Draco quikly turned his broom so that she wouldn't see Hermione.
"Drakie, why aren't you kissing me back?! What did I do?" she said and immediatly burst into fake tears, letting out wails of sorrow every now and then. Draco panicked, he didn't want Hermione to see them, so he kissed her as it was the only thing to shut her up.
Pansy stopped crying and kissed back, like nothing at all happened. When he broke away to see if Granger wasn't looking, he found her looking straight at him, a evil smirk on her face. He felt himself go bright red with embaressment, and he without thinking shouted at Hermione.
"What the fuck is so funny mudblood? Think kissing a girl is amusing do you? How would you know if the only things you've kissed was Pott head and Weasel!" he called to her, wanting her to be embaressed and get angry.
But she just burst out laughing, into wild hysterics. Pansy had by now realized what was happening and was glaring at the now laughing girl for disrupting their kiss.
"Damn Malfoy! You come hovering over my head making out with a girl and disrupt MY peace, then insult ME. That completly doesn't make sense, after I cleaned your room, and your whole house when you're too lazy to move yer bum, this is how you repay me? Sheesh, some respect I get," she said and smiled at his furious expression.
"You don't deserve any respect mudblood! The only respect you deserve is on the filthy ground where you belong!" he snarled. Hermione stayed quiet and without a word, she distransfigured her hamack, packed her things and set off running towards the Manor.
Draco cursed him for ever coming near her. She really had a point, she didn't do anything. He was the one to disrupt her peace then blame her for it. But, as he had said before, someone had to be blamed, and it had to be her.
He turned to Pansy again and sighed.
"What was she doing here Draco? She doesn't have a right to come onto your property," said Pansy.
"Nah, she lives here. New maid," he said and Pansy nodded in understanding. Draco flew her home and by the time he got back to the Manor, it was five thirty in the afternoon. He put his broom away and walked back home.
He cleaned himself and took a quike shower before going down for dinner. But before, he put on a pair of blue, baggy jeans and an over sized, black, large t-shirt. He slicked back his hair as he always did for dinner, and headed downstairs.
He found his mother already sitting by the table, looking very exited. The table was already set for three and his mother was practicly jumping in her seat.
"Sup mum?" he asked as he sat down at his usual seat on the end of the table.
"Oh, it's just that Hermione is making dinner today. She's making a muggle meal, something we have not eaten before! Isn't this exiting?" squealed Narcissa. Draco rolled his eyes. Yes, very exiting indeed.
They waited a couple of minutes more, until Hermione came in with a huge tray of, er, weird things. There were three of these weird things, and Draco wondered what ever on earth they were. They looked like balls of different colors. It was a brown thing, and underneath it was a darker brown thing, then a red thing, then green then yelloe, then another light brown thing. How peculiar.
The goblets were filled with a black liquid which had bubbles rising to the top. Whatever it was, he was certainly NOT eating or drinking anything she gave them. It could be poisoned.
"Ta da! Hamburgers with french fries and coke! Enjoy," she said and handed Draco and Narcissa the hamburgers and french fries along with the goblets of coke. Narcissa was very exited and reached for her fork and knife, ready to try this new food.
"Oh, er, Narcissa! You use your hands to eat this, not forks and knifes," she informed her and the woman nodded in understanding, taking a huge bite of the hamburger and chewing it eagerly. Her eyes widened and she took another bite and and another. Obviously she liked it.
"This hunbarg is very good! So are these fresh flies," sha said once she swallowed. Draco on the other hand, was catiously sniffing the bun and pocking it with his finger. Hermione smiled and sat down to eat her own meal.
After dinner (she had to make more as Narcissa desperatly wanted more hunbargs and fresh flies) she cleared the table and went to wash the dishes. Everyone had eaten everything, even Draco, and she felt very good.
She yawned and finished the washing. She dried her hands and took off her apron, ready to go to her room. She walked up the staris, and as soon as she got to her bed, she fell asleep, not bothering to undress.
a/n Hullo to all! Sorry for the delay, but my computer broke and I wrote this on my labtop and let me tell you, it wasn't really comfortable. So, you should be very happy that I wrote such a long chapter ON MY LAB! Hehe, I'm feeling a bit, HAPPY right now as I have a BOYFRIEND!! Woo hoo! Yeepee! It's stupid, next door, best bud, black haired Tom! Not Tom Felton (if only...) but stupid Tom, correction, MY stupid Tom. Sorry, but, aren't you always happy when ya get a bf? Ya, I thought so. lol, see ya!
sleepy-kitty (yawn)
