AN: *peeks out from behind tree, worried expression* Ooookay, I would just like to apoligize for not updating in in centuries and decades... I deserve flames. Just flame me and get it over with. I am just soooooooooo damn sorry, but I will be truthfull with you all. Want to know the reason why I didn't update so long? BECAUSE I'M A LAZY ARSE! *starts bawling* I spent all of my free time reading fics instead of writing, I feel so rotten! I'm a rotten, no good, foul, scummy lazy assed author who is mean to her readers! BAAAAAAAAAAAH! But... I hope that this chapter will make up for my un-acceptable behavior. Once again, I want you all to flame me because I deserve every one! Okay, just read it.

Chapter 4) Long Awaited Chapter

Both Selene and Blaise looked up at the same time, looking as if they would bite her head off for interupting their, eh, you know.

Hermione fiddled with her hands, looking dreadfully uncomfortable.

Blaise stood up from the floor, pulling his, no doubt, girlfriend with him gently. Hermione looked over at Draco who looked like he was about to attack and kill anything that stepped in front of him. His eyes were bulging, face red, and Hermione could swear that steam was billowing from his ears.

"Blaise? What are you doing?" he managed to choke out, teeth still gritted.

Blaise stepped in front of Selene, pulling her safely behind his back.

"I don't know why you are so enraged, Draco. Selene and I are in love, it's that simple," said the black haired boy firmly.

There was an akward silence were only Draco's heavy breathing was heard.

"But she's a Mudblood!" snarled the blonde. Fury flashed in Blaise's eyes, but he looked down, still holding the terrified girl's hand.

"Don't call her that," he said quietly.

"I can call her that if I want to because she is! You are a disgrace to the pureblood name! I do not know such scum like you, come on Granger! We're leaving!" he half shouted, not even glancing at his former best friend as he swept down the stairs and to the living room.

Hermione gave Blaise and Selene one last sorrowfull look before following her master. She had to jog to catch up to him.

She quikly put on his cloak and the two walked out, Draco slamming the door behind him roughly. Without saying a word he Apparated back to the manor with a 'pop', and Hermione followed, also Apparating.

When Hermione appeared in the manor, she saw Draco sitting on the couch, arms crossed, scowl and sneer in place, mumbling.

She took in a deep breath before walking over to him and sitting down gently next to him.

"Sir, would you like something?" she asked softly.

He ignored her and continued to grumble under his nose, but she could swear that she heard him say "Yes please, Blaise's head on a silver platter," and "Side dish with Mudblood gut"

Hermione shook her head before bustling over to the kitchen to make him a cup of coffee. When she came back holding the huge, steaming mug she found him still sittting in the same spot, but now he was holding a sketch board and pencil and busy away sketching something.

Curiousity sparked in Hermione's heart immediatly and she quietly approached him, looking over his shoulder.

He was drawing something wild and evil, she could tell. Skulls, bats, caves and just other scary things.

She knew that he drew what desribed his mood, because that was what she did too. She smiled to herself before setting down his coffee, and making sure he still didn't notice her, she accio-ed her sketch book and pencil to her.

She sat down next to him and began a sketch of her own. Only did then Draco realise that the sound of his pencil scratching was echoed by another pencil scratching.

He looked up from his paper to find his maid sitting next to him, sketchboard in hand and pencil in other, a look of determination on her face. He also noticed a mug of steaming coffee that was still steaming.

"Um, you draw?" he asked stupidly.

She looked up at him, eyebrow arched.

"Well, yeah!" she said, motioning to her paper.

"What?" he asked curiously, looking over to her sketchings. She had began to draw a detailed face of... him.

He was awed at how she included every sinlge detail. Every freckle he didn't even know he had, wrinkle, sparkle of his eyes, even the look of hurt, fury and determination on his face.

"Wow..." he finally said.

Hermione smiled, and peeked over to his work. He did have a different style, but everyone has. But all the same, his drawing was very good.

"Wow to you too," she said smiling before continuing to pull her pencil all over the page in swift, perfect movements. He observed her for a moment before realising his actions and continuing with his work, a pinkish blush creeping into his cheeks.

Hermione smiled, but didn't look up. They drew in silence for while, until the heard the loud donging of the antique grandfather clock, meaning that it was exactly three o' clock. She didn't even realise that they were drawing for more than three hours. But she was proud to say that she had finished her sketch.

She held it up for Draco to see and he widened his eyes at how beautiful it had come out. At some point she had given it just a tiny bit of colour with her coloring pencils, and she even included the blush he had gained every time he stole a glance at her and she caught him, which happened every few minutes or so.

"Nice work, Granger. I guess you could... I don't know, have the rest of the day off or something. Just make me something to eat and then you can go," he said, laying his own piece of art down.

He had drawn a dark, sad forest. With large, snarled trees and bright red eyes hiding in the depths of dark holes. A huge, silvery full moon that cast a eerie glow onto the forest path, and in the middle of the whole drawing he drew a wolf holwing into the night.

Hermione even charmed it to actually hear the wolf's howl every so often. But now Hermione went back into the kitchen to make Draco a snack, while the young master was left to his thoughts.

Fifteen minutes later she came back carrying a tray of sandwitches and a large glass of pumpkin juice. He, suprisingly, thanked her before she left, and, not suprisingly, she was suprised. (Hehe, get it?)

She shrugged it off and went to her room to change into normal clothes. As soon as she finished, she fell into her bed and sighed. Their little 'visit' to Blaise's house didn't exactly work out. She felt bad for losing Draco a best friend, but she never in all her years expected to find her friend Selene kissing that copy of Draco.

Her master and the young Master Zabini were so much alike. Both thinking very highly of their blood lines, self centered, arrogant, ignorant, bossy, spoiled and all the same mean and rude.

But there, she found Blaise loving someone of her own race, a Mudblood. That just proves that love is just a power we cannot control, but she still felt slightly upset to find her friend falling for someone like Blaise. He could hurt her.

She groaned into her pillow before sitting up. She decided to get her mind off all of this, and grabbing her bag and pulling on her shoes she exited the room.

By now she had taken to sliding down the railing instead of climbing down all those steps. She flew off the end of the railing, landing gently on her feet before going to find Draco. She found him in the living room, on the floor, munching on a sandwitch and listening to music on his headphones.

She smiled before scribbling a note and leaving it on his chest without him noticing as his eyes were closed and he was deeply lost in his music, which she noted was VNVNATION. As quietly as she could, she tiptoed out of the room and out the front doors.

She sighed happily once she found herself outside the huge manor, feeling the cool breeze lift her long, soft, thick chocolate colored hair.

She smiled, closing her heavily make up-ed eyes, sucking the fresh air deeply in through her nose. She felt like doing something relaxing and quiet, so she decided to go the Hogsmeade. Smiling, she Apparated to the town, and dissapeared with a 'pop'.

***

Draco stopped his music and opened his eyes, feeling quite sick of the depressing music roaring into his head.

He stretched but felt something light on his chest. He looked down to find a piece of blue paper, with light blue butterflies decorated on the edges.

He picked it up and before even reading it, he lifted the paper to his nose and breathed it in deeply. It smelled of kitchen spices, just like Hermione did.

He breathed it in deeply, thinking that the scent was wonderful. It was probably from all the time spent in the kitchen, Draco thought.

He finally opened his eyes and actually read what she had wrote.

-Mr. Malfoy,

Since you gave me the rest of the day off, I have gone to Hogsmeade to relax abit from all

that had been happening today. If you would wish me back, then please send me a message

through the fireplace at the Three Broomsticks. If you wish for me back, I shall floo in. Thank

you!

-HMAG (Hermione Mary Anne Granger)

P.S. I love VNVNATION, too.

He smiled as he finished the note, not really knowing why. It wasn't like he really cared about her, but no other maid had left him a note like this one, and her sandwitches were delicious!

He sighed, (They sigh alot, don't you think?) as he stood up and slowly walked up the many stairs.

Out of pure curiosity, he decided to check out her room. When he reached her door, he was happy to find that her door was unlocked.

Slowly opening the door, he let himself in. Immediatly he was greeted by the delicious scent of kitchen spices, and he just stood for a moment breathing in the wonderful scent.

When he opened his eyes, he was suprised to find the room looking nothing like it had before she came. The walls were now black with huge, very detailed white trees painted at full length over the whole wall.

Each wall had a different painting done in white paint over the black wall, and all were beautifully done.

One wall had the tree, with a full moon peaking out from behind the twisted branches. Another wall had a painted Hogwarts castle, with the lake glistening on the grounds.

Yet another wall had a giant wolf painted in white and grey, holwing up into the black sky.

The last wall was a white wall with a black painting. It was of the Malfoy grounds when the sun was setting behind the mountains visible through the window.

He was amazed at how detailed they all were, even when they were all painted in one color. She made every glimmer, every shine and sparkle visible even with black colors.

He was completly awed. But he decided to look at the rest of her room.

The huge queen sized four poster bed had black hangings, covers, pillows and he saw that the hangings had white vines painted also in detail over them.

The pillows had white suns painted onto them, and the covers had a white wolf sleeping peacefully. Other than the amazing paintings all done in one color, her room was pretty much normal.

Exept that her bathroom door was black with a white waterfall painted over it. Her floor was still hard wood with a dark grey rug over it.

Wind chimes hug by her window, he saw, and were now chiming in the light breeze. He tore his eyes off the painting of the wolf to look at her desk.

It was surrounded by picture frames, and Draco felt a pang of jealousy when he saw pictures of her and her friends, laughing and carefree.

All he ever had was Blaise, and now he didn't even have him. He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath before fleeing from the room, forgetting to close the door behind him.

AN: Flame me! I deserve it! ~~*sleepy-kitty*~~

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