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Candied Orchid: This is a Hr/D ship. It's one of my favorite ships too!
WolfKyr: The second part was Hermione talking. Sorry for the confusion!
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To Ms. Rowling they belong.
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I haven't done anything wrong.
Chapter Two: Still Evil
Hermione walked out of the bathroom and into her room. She grabbed her shoes, straightened her uniform, and went downstairs to breakfast. The cook, Mrs. Gibbs, was in the kitchen when Hermione walked in. "Mornin' Hermione, love. Are you hungry? I've made pancakes and sausage for you," said Mrs. Gibbs. "Yes, thank you. I'll eat in here with you," Hermione mumbled, for she was still tired.
Hermione finished her breakfast and got up, "Mrs. Gibbs, have you Mr. Malfoy's food? You know he hates lateness." "Of course dear. Here, take it to him. I think he's in the breakfast room," Mrs. Gibbs handed her a plate of pancakes and sausage. Hermione went through the swinging doors into the breakfast room. The room was beautiful, with large windows on all sides that looked out on the sparkling pond in back. Draco was sitting in front of one of the windows, paper in hand. "Good morning. Here's your breakfast, sir. I'll be back soon with your juice and coffee," she said politely. He looked up from The Daily Prophet, "Hmmm? Oh, yes. Thank you Hermione." She returned five minutes later with his drinks.
"So, Mr. Malfoy, what's on your schedule today?" She really hated being nice to him, being as he hated her at school.
"Nothing much, Hermione. I have a meeting today with some important people, and I have a date," he said airily.
"Oh, a date? May I ask with whom?" She was interested.
"No, you may not. It's none of your concern." He glared at her. "You need to go to the store for me today."
"What do you need me to pick up?"
"There's a list in the living room. Here's my credit card. Don't buy anything except what's on the list." He got up. "Well, I must be leaving. Have a nice day."
"As if he really meant it," she thought, "He's a jerk. But, he pays me."
She went into the living room to retrieve the list. It was very long. "Let's see: eggs, milk, butter, shoe polish, undershirts, and pasta. Well, I had better be going."
About twenty minutes later, she arrived at Wizard Mart. She walked over to the butter section. "Draco is a jerk. He's very handsome, though. And, he hasn't teased me or anything. Maybe he's changed. He doesn't have to worry about what his father thinks anymore. Perhaps---- No, that'll never happen," she thought. She had been toying with the idea of them together.
She was looking at the milk selection when she heard a familiar voice. "Do I really need the extra large giant bag of chips?" Hermione turned to see Harry Potter in the aisle across from her.
"Harry!" She ran over to him.
"Wow, Hermione, I haven't seen you for ages. You look great," Harry said.
"Thank you. You look good too," she hugged him.
"So 'Mione, what have you been up to?"
"Well, I have a new job working at Malfoy Manor."
"Malfoy Manor? You mean where Draco Malfoy the Slytherin king lives?"
"Yes, there is only one, I believe."
"But you work there? Like a job?"
"Yes, Harry! It's the only one I could get that paid well enough. Plus, I live there for free."
"Well, what do you do? Follow him around cleaning up after him?"
"No, I don't, thank you. I am a maid, but I don't follow him around. He's actually pretty clean. I wash his clothes and iron them, serve his meals, and generally tidy up. It's not bad."
"Oh."
"What do you do? Are you an Auror?"
"Yes, I'm in training."
"Why haven't you spoken to me in three years?"
"Well, um. You know…I've been busy."
"Busy? With what, may I ask?"
"With my training Hermione, okay!"
"Does your training not allow you to talk to your friends?"
"As a matter of fact, it does. We're not supposed to communicate with non-Aurors unless there is an emergency, until our training is over."
"Oh. Well, why are you talking to me now? Is your training over?"
"Yes. I take the test next week."
"Oh, good. So you can talk to me then?"
"Look, I'm sorry!"
"Sorry!? You could have told me about this before you started training!"
"I know 'Mione, I should have. I am very sorry and I apologize times a million."
"Okay, I know you are Harry. I forgive you." She looked at her watch. "Oh, I've gotta go! Draco will be home soon and I have to get this stuff home. See ya." She hugged him again.
"Bye Hermione. I'll keep in touch."
"You'd better! Bye!" She went to the check out counter and paid for the stuff.
Meanwhile………………….
"This meeting is called to order!" An older man with black hair looked around the room. "Settle down, now. We need to discuss and important issue. Since Lord Voldemort is now gone, one of us needs to become the leader. Any suggestions?" The man to Draco's left raised his hand. "Yes, Johnson," the old man said. "I nominate Draco Malfoy," said Johnson, "His father was a great man and I'm sure that Draco can follow in his footsteps." Draco looked up at him. "I agree," another man said, "Draco should be the leader!" The old man said, "Draco, son, would you be willing to be the leader of the Death Eaters?" Draco looked around nervously. He didn't know what to say. "Draco?" The old man said again. "Um, well, I don't know quite yet. I will think about it. Is that alright," Draco mumbled. "Sure, son. We will discuss this again next meeting. Meeting adjourned," the old man picked up his bag and he and the other men and women started walking out the door. Draco stood up. His brain and his conscience discussed the situation.
"They want me to be the leader? Me? Why me? I've never done anything good. Hmm. Should I say yes?"
"What would Hermione think?"
"Wait. Where did that come from? I don't give a crap what she thinks!"
"Yes you do."
"NO, I DON'T. She's a filthy Mudblood and I couldn't care less about her."
"She's awfully pretty though isn't she?"
"Yeah, I guess—Wait! No! She's not pretty!"
"But she's nice and smart and helpful."
"She gets paid to be nice and smart and helpful."
"She may, but she never complains, does she?"
"No, she doesn't. But what does she have to do with anything?"
"Draco, she has everything to do with it."
"Just SHUT UP!"