Disclaimer: All of these characters belong to J.K.R., except for the ones
that belong to me.
A/N: sorry this chapter took so long. I was piled w/ schoolwork, not to mention I was sick as a dog over the weekend which completely ruined my Sno*Ball!!! *ahem* Anyway, here is the next installment of my story. I hope you like it. Elephant Shoes!
Hermione quickly scrambled to her feet. "Oh my God, I'm so, so sorry sir. I didn't mean--"
"Granger? Hermione Granger?"
"Yes, -" Hermione finally looked up.
She recognized him.
She was staring at Draco Malfoy.
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"M-Malfoy!" Hermione sputtered, "W-What are you doing here?"
He smirked; "I could ask you the same question."
"I work here!"
Another smirk, "Well, well, well. Who would have guessed? Hermione Granger, Hogwart's brightest student, a waitress at a bar."
"Well, at least I have a job!" She snapped.
"Ooh, feisty Granger. I see some things never change. Where are Potter and Weasley? In the back washing dishes?"
"No! Harry was offered a teaching position at school, and Ron is-- well, actually, I don't know where Ron is, but that's beside the point. You still haven't answered my original question which was 'What are you doing here?'"
"Well,' replied Draco, "I was sitting here having a drink with my cousins, when all of a sudden, some woman comes flying across the room and lands in my lap."
Hermione reddened.
Draco continued, "As for being in America, my father thought that I should take some time to clear my head before assuming... other duties."
"'Other duties'? I assume you mean becoming a full-fledged Death Eater."
His eyes darkened. "Frankly Granger, that's none of your business. "
She would have sniped at him, but Laura was there. "My God Mione! Are you all right? You aren't hurt are you? Nothing broken?"
"No, I'm fine." She said. "Well, really. Is she ok? I'm the one she fell on. And you ask her if she's ok." He realized everyone in the bar was staring at them, but he continued. "Well, I'm sure Miss Granger will be more careful in the future. Not have so much to drink before work? Stupid Mudblood." His two companions and several other people in the bar snickered.
Hermione's mouth hung open. Mudblood?! How dare he! "Listen here you arrogant ass---"
Before she could finish, Laura broke in; "I'm very sorry Sir for any inconvenience. It won't happen again."
"Yes, well, see that it doesn't." He sat back down, and Laura grabbed Hermione's elbow and steered her back behind the bar.
"Not smart darling. Not smart at all. Arguing with a customer! You're just lucky Joyce didn't see that. She would have fired your ass without thinking twice."
"I know, I know, I shouldn't have lost it like that. But Malfoy just makes me so angry!"
"Malfoy?" Said Bree blankly. "You know that guy?"
"Yes, yes." Hermione said a little impatiently. "We went to Hog- school together for eight years. He is the most miserable creature on the planet!"
"I'd do him." Laura said matter-of-factly.
Bree sighed, "Why am I not surprised?"
"Oh, lay off." Said Hermione. "Most girls' back home would have given their right arm to get into bed with him."
"You included?" Said Laura slyly.
"Hell no!" Said Hermione. Then, seeing the looks the other two girls were giving her, "well, yes.. Maybe... I don't know, perhaps."
"I knew it!" Crowed Laura triumphantly. "If he asked you, you'd screw him."
"That's not the point!"
"All right than Mione, what IS the point?"
"The point is-- actually, I don't know what the point is..." she trailed off.
Bree laughed. "Don't feel bad Mione. If he asked me, I'd sleep with him too."
"Thanks," said Hermione riley, "That makes me feel so much better."
"All right men," barked Laura, "Time to get back to doing our job."
Bree giggled, "Yes Sir Master Chief."
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"Yes! Done!" Sang Bree, "I don't have to be me 'til Monday!"
"Shut -UP!' said Laura. "That poor excuse for a song has been playing all night. I was ready to go over and smash the jukebox with a baseball bat."
Hermione laughed. "I didn't think it was that bad. "
"What planet are you from?" Said Laura.
Hermione looked confused. "Well, this one, of course. Life doesn't exist on other planets."
"Ohhhh boy. Hermione, you need to learn the meaning of the word sarcasm."
"Sarcasm:" quoted Hermione, "French or Late Latin; French sarcasme, from Late Latin sarcasmos, from Greek sarkasmos, from sarkazein to tear flesh, bite the lips in rage, sneer, from sark-, sarx flesh; probably akin to Avestan thwar&s- to cut; a sharp and often satirical or ironic utterance designed to cut or give pain."
"Wow!" Said Bree. 'How did you know that?"
Hermione blushed. "Well, I had a bit of extra time on my hands in school..."
"So you decided to memorize dictionary definitions?" Said Laura. "Will you never cease to amaze me? Well, I'm going home. See you girls on Monday."
"'Night Mione." Called Bree as she banged out.
"'Night Laura! 'Night Bree!" Called Hermione. Se was stacking the trays, when the bell over the door sounded. "Forget something?" Asked Hermione.
"Yes, actually." Replied a masculine voice.
She looked up.
Malfoy.
"What do you want?"
"I just wanted to apologize Granger." He said. "I really didn't mean those things I said tonight."
"Yes, well, "she said crisply. "You're lucky my supervisor wasn't here. I would have been taken down to the dungeon and put on the rack. Then, they would have taken hot irons and branded me."
Malfoy's mouth was hanging open. "Branding? Really now." He sounded indignant. "That would certainly not have been necessary. I thought that barbaric practice was done away with along time ago."
She snorted. "God Malfoy, you really need to learn the meaning of the word sarcasm."
"Sarcasm:" quoted Malfoy. "French or Late Latin; French sarcasme--"
"Ok, ok, enough already! Apology accepted."
"Thank you." He said. "And to just to show you how sorry I really am, I would like to take you out to dinner tomorrow night."
"Are you joking?"
"Certainly not. A Malfoy never jokes. I'll pick you up at six."
"Uh, ok. I'll be ready."
"Good." Said Draco. "Goodnight Hermione."
"Goodnight Mal-Draco" she answered"
She ran all the way up to her room and flung herself on the bed. She sighed and smiled. Then she came back to reality. The smile dropped off her face.
"What did I just do?"
A/N - Chelle here. I tried to make this chapter a little bit longer. Of course, the whole thing was completely ridic. and made no sense, but you'll
have to forgive me. I'm still suffering from a bit of brain fever. :P I have 2 tests this week, so the next chapter might not be out till next week
sometime. Oh, and I'm running out of ideas. If you have any, email me. Email is in my profile. Also, one last thing. Sometime in this story I'm going to have a *ahem* sex scene. I'm not really experienced in that sort of thing, so any pointers would be appreciated. If I don't get any, I 'll just steal one from some smutty romance novel by Catherine Coulter. Well, I guess that's it. "Till next time. Elephant shoes!
A/N: sorry this chapter took so long. I was piled w/ schoolwork, not to mention I was sick as a dog over the weekend which completely ruined my Sno*Ball!!! *ahem* Anyway, here is the next installment of my story. I hope you like it. Elephant Shoes!
Hermione quickly scrambled to her feet. "Oh my God, I'm so, so sorry sir. I didn't mean--"
"Granger? Hermione Granger?"
"Yes, -" Hermione finally looked up.
She recognized him.
She was staring at Draco Malfoy.
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"M-Malfoy!" Hermione sputtered, "W-What are you doing here?"
He smirked; "I could ask you the same question."
"I work here!"
Another smirk, "Well, well, well. Who would have guessed? Hermione Granger, Hogwart's brightest student, a waitress at a bar."
"Well, at least I have a job!" She snapped.
"Ooh, feisty Granger. I see some things never change. Where are Potter and Weasley? In the back washing dishes?"
"No! Harry was offered a teaching position at school, and Ron is-- well, actually, I don't know where Ron is, but that's beside the point. You still haven't answered my original question which was 'What are you doing here?'"
"Well,' replied Draco, "I was sitting here having a drink with my cousins, when all of a sudden, some woman comes flying across the room and lands in my lap."
Hermione reddened.
Draco continued, "As for being in America, my father thought that I should take some time to clear my head before assuming... other duties."
"'Other duties'? I assume you mean becoming a full-fledged Death Eater."
His eyes darkened. "Frankly Granger, that's none of your business. "
She would have sniped at him, but Laura was there. "My God Mione! Are you all right? You aren't hurt are you? Nothing broken?"
"No, I'm fine." She said. "Well, really. Is she ok? I'm the one she fell on. And you ask her if she's ok." He realized everyone in the bar was staring at them, but he continued. "Well, I'm sure Miss Granger will be more careful in the future. Not have so much to drink before work? Stupid Mudblood." His two companions and several other people in the bar snickered.
Hermione's mouth hung open. Mudblood?! How dare he! "Listen here you arrogant ass---"
Before she could finish, Laura broke in; "I'm very sorry Sir for any inconvenience. It won't happen again."
"Yes, well, see that it doesn't." He sat back down, and Laura grabbed Hermione's elbow and steered her back behind the bar.
"Not smart darling. Not smart at all. Arguing with a customer! You're just lucky Joyce didn't see that. She would have fired your ass without thinking twice."
"I know, I know, I shouldn't have lost it like that. But Malfoy just makes me so angry!"
"Malfoy?" Said Bree blankly. "You know that guy?"
"Yes, yes." Hermione said a little impatiently. "We went to Hog- school together for eight years. He is the most miserable creature on the planet!"
"I'd do him." Laura said matter-of-factly.
Bree sighed, "Why am I not surprised?"
"Oh, lay off." Said Hermione. "Most girls' back home would have given their right arm to get into bed with him."
"You included?" Said Laura slyly.
"Hell no!" Said Hermione. Then, seeing the looks the other two girls were giving her, "well, yes.. Maybe... I don't know, perhaps."
"I knew it!" Crowed Laura triumphantly. "If he asked you, you'd screw him."
"That's not the point!"
"All right than Mione, what IS the point?"
"The point is-- actually, I don't know what the point is..." she trailed off.
Bree laughed. "Don't feel bad Mione. If he asked me, I'd sleep with him too."
"Thanks," said Hermione riley, "That makes me feel so much better."
"All right men," barked Laura, "Time to get back to doing our job."
Bree giggled, "Yes Sir Master Chief."
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"Yes! Done!" Sang Bree, "I don't have to be me 'til Monday!"
"Shut -UP!' said Laura. "That poor excuse for a song has been playing all night. I was ready to go over and smash the jukebox with a baseball bat."
Hermione laughed. "I didn't think it was that bad. "
"What planet are you from?" Said Laura.
Hermione looked confused. "Well, this one, of course. Life doesn't exist on other planets."
"Ohhhh boy. Hermione, you need to learn the meaning of the word sarcasm."
"Sarcasm:" quoted Hermione, "French or Late Latin; French sarcasme, from Late Latin sarcasmos, from Greek sarkasmos, from sarkazein to tear flesh, bite the lips in rage, sneer, from sark-, sarx flesh; probably akin to Avestan thwar&s- to cut; a sharp and often satirical or ironic utterance designed to cut or give pain."
"Wow!" Said Bree. 'How did you know that?"
Hermione blushed. "Well, I had a bit of extra time on my hands in school..."
"So you decided to memorize dictionary definitions?" Said Laura. "Will you never cease to amaze me? Well, I'm going home. See you girls on Monday."
"'Night Mione." Called Bree as she banged out.
"'Night Laura! 'Night Bree!" Called Hermione. Se was stacking the trays, when the bell over the door sounded. "Forget something?" Asked Hermione.
"Yes, actually." Replied a masculine voice.
She looked up.
Malfoy.
"What do you want?"
"I just wanted to apologize Granger." He said. "I really didn't mean those things I said tonight."
"Yes, well, "she said crisply. "You're lucky my supervisor wasn't here. I would have been taken down to the dungeon and put on the rack. Then, they would have taken hot irons and branded me."
Malfoy's mouth was hanging open. "Branding? Really now." He sounded indignant. "That would certainly not have been necessary. I thought that barbaric practice was done away with along time ago."
She snorted. "God Malfoy, you really need to learn the meaning of the word sarcasm."
"Sarcasm:" quoted Malfoy. "French or Late Latin; French sarcasme--"
"Ok, ok, enough already! Apology accepted."
"Thank you." He said. "And to just to show you how sorry I really am, I would like to take you out to dinner tomorrow night."
"Are you joking?"
"Certainly not. A Malfoy never jokes. I'll pick you up at six."
"Uh, ok. I'll be ready."
"Good." Said Draco. "Goodnight Hermione."
"Goodnight Mal-Draco" she answered"
She ran all the way up to her room and flung herself on the bed. She sighed and smiled. Then she came back to reality. The smile dropped off her face.
"What did I just do?"
A/N - Chelle here. I tried to make this chapter a little bit longer. Of course, the whole thing was completely ridic. and made no sense, but you'll
have to forgive me. I'm still suffering from a bit of brain fever. :P I have 2 tests this week, so the next chapter might not be out till next week
sometime. Oh, and I'm running out of ideas. If you have any, email me. Email is in my profile. Also, one last thing. Sometime in this story I'm going to have a *ahem* sex scene. I'm not really experienced in that sort of thing, so any pointers would be appreciated. If I don't get any, I 'll just steal one from some smutty romance novel by Catherine Coulter. Well, I guess that's it. "Till next time. Elephant shoes!