"We can make him wash our robes for the week!" exclaimed Hermione.
"My dear, is that ALL you can think of? This guy has been torturing you
for years just because of the unfortunate fact that you are a Muggle!"
exclaimed Melissa.
'What does she mean by "unfortunate"? I don't consider being a Muggle unfortunate. She's a Muggle, why would she?' Hermione thought to herself. Melissa gasped and said, "Hermione! I know just the thing...have Draco take you shopping! Guys hate shopping. And then he could take you out to eat afterward. That's treating you like a princess!" "Melissa, that's kind of a DATE. I don't want to date Malfoy. He's your boyfriend, wouldn't that be awkward to you, let alone ME?" Hermione exclaimed. "Oh, deary, that's ok...us Muggles have to stick together, I have no problem with it. It's your chance to get Draco to treat you well." Melissa waited for Hermione's answer patiently, "Well...OK...it's date." Hermione said with a smile.
Inside, Hermione's stomach was churning. She actually said she would go on a date with Malfoy? 'Eek, I like him...but a date? I don't know about this. But, he did tell Melissa he would do whatever we wanted. I wonder what she will have him do.'
Hermione went to sleep; excited about the date Malfoy would take her on.
The next day, Melissa stopped Hermione in the hallway. "Hey, ready to tell Draco what he gets to do for 'Princess Hermione" today?" Melissa asked. "Yep, sure am", Hermione said with a big grin. "There he is, go on and tell him. I'll be right after you." Melissa said with a snicker.
Hermione walked up to Malfoy with confidence, but her stomach was still filled with butterflies. Where's McGonagall with that net when you need her?
"Hey Draco, to begin the week, you will take me shopping and to dinner afterward. When do you want to go?" Hermione said ever-so-cheerfully.
"Granger, are you off your rocker? Why would I take you, a filthy little Mud...I mean, Muggle, shopping? And further more, why would I take you to dinner? The purpose of eating dinner is to put food in, not yack it up!", Malfoy spat. Crabbe and Goyle were laughing hysterically beside her.
"Malfoy, you have to do whatever I tell you to. You are my slave, remember?" Hermione urged timidly.
"Granger, get lost. I am not YOUR slave, or anybody's slave. Now get out of my face!" Malfoy yelled.
Hermione's face turned a frightening crimson and she ran past the Whomping Willow and threw herself down on the grass. 'What happened?' Hermione thought. Moments later, Melissa came running up to Hermione and said, "Hermione, how'd it go?"
"You were there, you saw how it went. He acted as though he had no idea what I was talking about!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Actually, deary, I went to the girls' bathroom. Nature called: Melissa muttered. "What did he say?" "He said no...and insulted me again", Hermione said through her tears.
"Hermione, I will talk to him. He has to do whatever you want. He agreed. I will be back." Melissa got up and went into the castle.
Hermione went to the castle after waiting for an hour and sat on a couch in the Gryfinndor commons. She began reading her favorite book, Hogwart's: A History when Melissa came into the room. She had a letter in her hand and seemed intent on putting it away quickly into her handbag. "Hermione dear, I have it all worked out. Malfoy is ready for your shopping date. He will have a horse-drawn carriage all ready for you. He told me that you could just climb in, and wait for him." Melissa explained.
Hermione felted relieved and got ready for her date with Malfoy. 'I'm glad that I will finally get to go with him', she thought to herself.
At around 4:00pm, Hermione went to the carriage that was out front, where it is supposed to be. She climbed in and awaited her Prince.
"Hello Ms. Granger...how pleasant of you to keep our date", sneered a voice in the front seat. "Malfoy? Why are you up front? Just because you are my slave, that doesn't mean you have to drive, as well, ya' know. You can come sit with me." Hermione encouraged.
"Why would I want to sit next to a filthy, ugly little Mudblood like you?!" Hermione was shocked by this tone and even more terrified when the face to those horrible words appeared. It was Lucius!
"Mr. Malfoy! What are you doing here?"
'What does she mean by "unfortunate"? I don't consider being a Muggle unfortunate. She's a Muggle, why would she?' Hermione thought to herself. Melissa gasped and said, "Hermione! I know just the thing...have Draco take you shopping! Guys hate shopping. And then he could take you out to eat afterward. That's treating you like a princess!" "Melissa, that's kind of a DATE. I don't want to date Malfoy. He's your boyfriend, wouldn't that be awkward to you, let alone ME?" Hermione exclaimed. "Oh, deary, that's ok...us Muggles have to stick together, I have no problem with it. It's your chance to get Draco to treat you well." Melissa waited for Hermione's answer patiently, "Well...OK...it's date." Hermione said with a smile.
Inside, Hermione's stomach was churning. She actually said she would go on a date with Malfoy? 'Eek, I like him...but a date? I don't know about this. But, he did tell Melissa he would do whatever we wanted. I wonder what she will have him do.'
Hermione went to sleep; excited about the date Malfoy would take her on.
The next day, Melissa stopped Hermione in the hallway. "Hey, ready to tell Draco what he gets to do for 'Princess Hermione" today?" Melissa asked. "Yep, sure am", Hermione said with a big grin. "There he is, go on and tell him. I'll be right after you." Melissa said with a snicker.
Hermione walked up to Malfoy with confidence, but her stomach was still filled with butterflies. Where's McGonagall with that net when you need her?
"Hey Draco, to begin the week, you will take me shopping and to dinner afterward. When do you want to go?" Hermione said ever-so-cheerfully.
"Granger, are you off your rocker? Why would I take you, a filthy little Mud...I mean, Muggle, shopping? And further more, why would I take you to dinner? The purpose of eating dinner is to put food in, not yack it up!", Malfoy spat. Crabbe and Goyle were laughing hysterically beside her.
"Malfoy, you have to do whatever I tell you to. You are my slave, remember?" Hermione urged timidly.
"Granger, get lost. I am not YOUR slave, or anybody's slave. Now get out of my face!" Malfoy yelled.
Hermione's face turned a frightening crimson and she ran past the Whomping Willow and threw herself down on the grass. 'What happened?' Hermione thought. Moments later, Melissa came running up to Hermione and said, "Hermione, how'd it go?"
"You were there, you saw how it went. He acted as though he had no idea what I was talking about!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Actually, deary, I went to the girls' bathroom. Nature called: Melissa muttered. "What did he say?" "He said no...and insulted me again", Hermione said through her tears.
"Hermione, I will talk to him. He has to do whatever you want. He agreed. I will be back." Melissa got up and went into the castle.
Hermione went to the castle after waiting for an hour and sat on a couch in the Gryfinndor commons. She began reading her favorite book, Hogwart's: A History when Melissa came into the room. She had a letter in her hand and seemed intent on putting it away quickly into her handbag. "Hermione dear, I have it all worked out. Malfoy is ready for your shopping date. He will have a horse-drawn carriage all ready for you. He told me that you could just climb in, and wait for him." Melissa explained.
Hermione felted relieved and got ready for her date with Malfoy. 'I'm glad that I will finally get to go with him', she thought to herself.
At around 4:00pm, Hermione went to the carriage that was out front, where it is supposed to be. She climbed in and awaited her Prince.
"Hello Ms. Granger...how pleasant of you to keep our date", sneered a voice in the front seat. "Malfoy? Why are you up front? Just because you are my slave, that doesn't mean you have to drive, as well, ya' know. You can come sit with me." Hermione encouraged.
"Why would I want to sit next to a filthy, ugly little Mudblood like you?!" Hermione was shocked by this tone and even more terrified when the face to those horrible words appeared. It was Lucius!
"Mr. Malfoy! What are you doing here?"