Chapter III Hermione's Stories

Hermione woke the next morning to find that it was a bright and sunny day. The sunshine fell warmly into her room, covering her in a blanket of light. She smiled and got out of bed, though groaning when finding that she had slept in her clothes, which were all wrinkled.

Since she had other duties to do today, she decided to change into her maid outfit. She pulled off her clothes and put on a black, tight dress, about to her mid thigh. Light brown tights with black not to high heels that tied around her ankle.

A long black apron, reaching to the rim of her dress, which tied around her neck and waist. It had many pockets which she promptly stuffed with keys, gum, wand, gum, CDs, gum, hair brush, and more gum.

Her hair was done in a bun, two loose strands falling at the side, framing her face. Ontop of her head was a white maid hat that she pinned into her hair. She put on her make up, which you all by now know is black, eye liner, shadow and mascara, blush and blood red lip stick.

She serveyed herself in the mirror and squealed with delight. She looked just like those maids on TV, exept her dress was tighter and shorter. She winked and picked up her CD player and put on her head phones.

Miss Malfoy was gone for a week and it was her duty to look after Draco. She grinned evilly and popped a wad of gum into her mouth. She got up and headed for Draco's room.

She literally barged into his room, pulling back the drapes on his window, letting the sunshine in. She picked up his clothes and threw them into the laundry basket. She then picked out some clothes for him: a pair of baggy jeans and a dark green button up shirt. She then rummaged through his cloaks and took out a nice dark green one.

She saw that Draco was still asleep so she ran down stairs and got him breakfast. She walked back into his room, carrying a large, silver platter and ontop of it was a plate of bacon and eggs, waffles, a muffin, an apple a glass of milk and a glass of orange juice along with a small vase which held a flower.

"Wakie wakie Drakie! The sun is up, the birds are singing! The sky is blue and the grass is green!" she sang and with one hand shook him gently. He stirred and upon seeing her he shot up and into sitting position, a look of fury on his face. She just smiled brightly at him and set down the platter on his lap.

He looked at the breakfast with a look of disbeleif on his face.

"What's this?" he asked quietly.

"Well sir, I would think it would be...breakfast?" she suggested making him snort.

"God Granger, I knew that much. But, tell me, why the hell did you make me an elegant breakfast and bring it to my room?" he asked raising his eyebrow.

"Well, your mum has gone to Germany for a week because your father, it turns out, has a summer home in Hawai and did not state in the will for who will get it. Now your mother and all the rest of your family will search through Lucious's files in search of the new owner of the home," Draco nodded.

"Yes, I understand. But what I don't understand is what does my mother's trip have anything with you giving me breakfast in bed?"

"Aaaand, your mother left me THIS," she said and handed him a rolled up parchment. He looked at her curiously before un rolling the parchment and reading what was inside:

I, Narcissa Malfoy, herby declare Hermione Rose Mary Granger, my son's, Draco Lucifer Malfoy, babysitter. She will keep an eye on him at all times and acompany him everywhere because of his recent trouble making. I give her the permission to punish my son if he disobeyes her in anyway and she will be able to use her speacial power to help sustain Draco from harming himself or anyone else. I will pay her extra for this new duty and she will be his guardian for the needed time, which is when Draco will be well disciplined. My son is capable of taking care of himself, but teens at his age have the wildest ideas! I think Ms Granger is mature enough to take up this job. Good luck Hermione!

Narcissa Malfoy

Draco re-read the declaration three more times before letting out a frusterated sigh.

"Well, Granger, think you can 'disciplin' me? Think you'll be able to...oh, perhaps let me go to Blaises house without you leading me by the hand? Guess again mudblood! You have no power over me!"

Saying this he began to tear up the parchment into small iddy bits, only to find Hermione laugh at this action and his words. Within seconds the paper bits re-attached themselves and form the parchment back to the way it was, as if nothing happened.

"Theres an unbreakable charm on that, you know. And as for that "...you can't stop me!" thing, oh how very wrong you are, dear boy. One reason, you can never measure up to my power. I have worked to long for you to sweep all that away. Unlike most people I spent half my life reaching the point of were I am now, and no stuck up, spoiled kid is going to take that away from me. Understand?" she said almost menacingly, her eyes filled with determination and fire.

She pointed a finger at his clothes and they immediatly came flying towards her, landing on the bed in front of Draco. He gaped at her with awe and shock. He seemed to snap out of it, but still stared.

"You didn't use a wand! But how-?" he began, bewildered. Hermione laughed and twirled her finger in the air, and immediatly the empty plates on Draco's lap piled onto each other and floated out of the room and down to the kitchen.

"Dear boy, what power did you think that I was talking about? Cleaning and being a maid?" she said with a grin.

"As I was saying, you are going to do what I tell you or suffer the consequences," she said with a smirk.

"And what may that be?" he asked, although not as smoothly as he would of. She looked thoughtful for a minute before speaking.

"Oh, lets say, time out?" she said and laughed at his bored look. He stuck out his bottom lip and put on an inoccent face.

"Fine then Granger. Tell me a story. Oh, and make it rhime," he said, he wanted to make her job difficult.

"Oh, alright. Lucky for me my mum used to tell me this story all the time. It's called: Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon-bird rest from his flight

To cool in the peppermint wind

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And the dark street winds and bends

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

The place where the sidewalk ends."

She finished and and looked at Draco who was wearing a smile. God, he was smiling! She couldn't recall if she ever seen him smile before. Smirk and sneer, yes, but smile? Never.

"Well, did you like it?" she asked. He nodded and pleaded that she told him more.

"Sure, if you want," she agreed, a bit creeped out by his sudden childish and sweet attitude.

"I will not play at tug o' war

I'd rather play at hug o' war

Where everyone hugs

Instead of tugs

Where everyone giggles

And rolls on the rug,

Where everyone kisses,

And everyone grins,

And everyone cuddles,

And everyone wins." she finished and looked at him to see his face. He was deep in thought, and obviously hadn't even heard a word of her second story. She cleared her throat, nothing. She coughed, nothing, she called out his name, nothing.

"Oh! What a pleasant suprise Pa-n-sy," she said loudly and immediatly Draco snapped back to the real world.

"Pansy? Hey!" he huffed furiously. Hermione began to laugh like mad, rolling off the bed and laying sprawled on the ground. Draco scowled and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Hey! You ain't supposed to laugh at me!" he said angrily in a three-year- old voice. Hermione just laughed harder, clutching her stomach.

"I will tell mother that you are not forfilling your duties!" he warned and she shut up.

"Aww, your no fun!" she said while getting up. Now that she was standing up, Draco looked her up and down, smirking.

"You know, for a mudblood you look hella good," he said and stopped at her chest. Hermione crossed her arms and bended one knee.

"Now, now Draco. Don't go cheking out your baby sitter. It's rude to stare," she scolded him making him wince fakely.

"Um, Granger, could you not...er, tell anyone that you're my baby sitter? I would be very, very thankfull," he pleaded with a look of uncomfort.

"Well, I'm basicly your personal maid, you can do whatever you want to do. I just gotta keep you from blowing anything up or something," she said and he sighed with relief.

"Good, and when with someone, you are my personal maid. Which makes sense cus all the guys always pick out young, hot looking maids," he said and smirked at her now flushed face.

"Oh, I have to visit Selene. I have this face cream that she's waiting for and needs it BADLY," she said and pulled him out of bed. He got tangled in the covers and fell forward, right on top of Hermione.

They were both on the floor, Draco on top of her, arms spread out on each side of her head, faces merely inches apart.

Draco jumped off her and sat on the floor.

"Selene who?" he asked as if nothing happened.

"The Zabini's maid," she answered. Draco got up and with a flick of his wand, changed into the clothes Hermione chose for him.

"Lets go then. I told Blaise I'd stop by anyway, and remember, you are my personal maid," he reminded and pulled her by the wrist out the doors and down the street.

"I'd like to tell you that there is no need for that. Selene is Blaises baby sitter too," she said making him stop dead in his tracks.

"Ahhhh! Our mothers have gone mad! All of them!" Hermione sighed and pushed him forward, onward to their destination.

"Why the hell are we walking? Why don't we-" but she was suddenly standing right in front of the Zabini Manor front doors. She turned to Draco who was grinning from ear to ear.

"Apparate," he finished for her. Hermione laughed and knocked on the large, oak doors. They could here footsteps and in no time, a young, black haired girl was standing in the doorway. She had a similar outfit as Hermione, but her hair was done into two braids.

She had dark eyes, matching her hair and blood red lips. She had a nice figure, and her chest was way bigger than Hermione's, which is saying something. She had nice legs, though a bit short.

She had a pretty face and presently was wearing a huge smile.

"Hermione! Great to see ya!" she cried and and flung herself around the brunette's neck. Hermione laughed but returned the hug.

"Selene! Great to see you too. I have your cream," she said and dug around in her pockets once the black haired girl let go of her neck.

"Thanks so much! I've been in a real crisis for a while, it sucked ars-oh, good morning Master Malfoy," she greeted with a curtsey. He nodded and looked to Hermione.

"I have buisness to attend to Granger, let us go to Blaise, as you are MY personal MAID," he said the last part loud and clear as to not mix her up with a baby sitter. Hermione winked at Selene before giving a slow curtsey and promptly taking off his cloak.

"Yes sir. Selene, please escort us to young Master Zabini, thank you," ordered Hermione and Selene gave a tight smile, as if she were about to burst out laughing. She nodded and began upstairs.

As they neared Blaise's room, a slow, sad tune of a harmonica playing was heard.

"Oooohh, my Selene locked me in, as she had put it, time out. All I did was pout, no need to shout. Oooohh, I'll rattle the jail bars, maybe someone will take me, awwwaaay in their blue cars, Oooohh, I'm singing the baby sitters bluuuees!" sand Blaises voice and they all burst out laughing. Blaise was such a dork.

"Ooooh, your savior has come, to take you aaawwway in her blue cars!" sang back Selene and opened his room with a wave of her hand. Out stumbled a dark haired boy and he crawled on all fours and kissed her feet, pretending to worship her.

"Oh all mighty one. Thank you for changing your mind about my punishment. Oh all wise one," he said and began to lift his arms up and down.

Selene laughed and crouched down, patting his head.

"Now, now. Did Bwaisy learn his wesson?" she cooed while stroking his head. He chuckled and pulled himself up a bit, resting his head on her lap. This action suprised both Hermione and Draco, but what shocked them even more, is when Selene leaned down and kissed Blaise smack on the lips!

"Um, sorry to interupt your, er, snog session, but, are you...?" asked Hermione while they turned their heads to her.

a/n: Sorry for the cliffhanger, but it's not really that nasty, is it? Well, sorry for not making this chappie longer but I am writing this on Tom's computer and I don't want to spend all my time at his house writing this. *pouts* He's laughing at me! Shut up, cheese head! Hehehehe, sorry for the interuption. Neway, I am at Tom's house, along wit some of my buds. FINE! Sorry, they are yelling at me rite now, rrrrrr.

-sleepy-kitty (yawn)