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Chapter Four:
"GET YOUR LAZY ASS OF THE FLOOR NOW, YOU GOT WORK TO DO!"
Hermione jumped several inches off the floor from the shouting. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. It looks like somehow she managed to find her way into the stable. Now she's properly awake, she realized how much it stunk.
"STOP LOOKING AROUNG AND START WORKING!" Shouted the annoyingly loud voice of Miss McKinley.
Hermione got onto her feet and followed the women back to the manor. They entered through a side door which was barely visible to anyone. Miss McKinley opened the door and led them into a small room with a fire burning in the fire place. McKinley took a large bucket and one of those fire poker things and handed them to Hermione.
"What's this for?" Hermione asked.
"Stupid mudblood, then again I didn't expect you to know anything. This is for tending the fires, now get yourself up to the second floor and tend the fires in the master's rooms first, and then tend any fire you find. DO NOT MAKE ANY NOISE OR ELSE NO BREAKFEST OR LUNCH. Understand, or does the little mudblood not understand no English." Miss McKinley smirked as if she just said something glorious.
"I can understand English fine, thank you very much. It's you that can't speak English properly," Hermione said curtly and walked towards the door that led into the house, then she turned around, "by the way, it's 'not understand ANY English' two negatives makes a positive."
Then she continued walking, leaving McKinley standing there stunned. What's with these people, Hermione thought, all they ever obsess about is pureblood and mudblood, can't they find something else to think about. Hermione walked up the spiral stair case. Hermione looked around on the landing, ahead of her was a long hallway there was five bedrooms on each side of it, which ones was she suppose to go in.
Hermione pushed open the first door on her left, and stuck her head in; there wasn't even a fireplace in there. She moved on and tried a few more doors before she finally found one with a fireplace. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought it was a torture chamber, the walls were all fiery red, in fact almost all the things in the room was some shade of read. Hermione quickly walked to the fireplace and started to sweep the cinders into the bucket, then she poked the fire a few times not really sure if it did anything. She stood up and saw the person in the large canopy bed, it was Lord Malfoy, but Lady Malfoy wasn't there. So obviously she slept some where else. Hermione closed the door gently and opened the door on the other side.
This room was a little bit lighter than the other bedroom, a nice comfortable bed in the center of it. Hermione caught a glimpse of the person in the bad; it was none other than Draco Malfoy. He looked so peacefully just laying there, he's chest moving slowly up and down. His hair fell gently over his closed eyes.
'No matter how peaceful he looks he's still a stupid git," Hermione thought bitterly to herself.
Hermione walked across the large room and knelt down on the hearth. She did the same thing with the poker and the bucket. She was just about to leave when the figure in the bed stirred. He sat up slowly and stretched his arms revealing dark blue silk pajamas.
"Why the hell are you in my room?" Draco asked suddenly realizing she was in the room.
"Because I like to go in other people's room and poke around the fire," Hermione said sarcastically, "idiot I'm tending the fire so your royal ego doesn't get cold."
"That's the only thing mudbloods like you are good for, just be careful to not get any mud slims on my things."
Hermione gritted her teeth. What was wrong with him, why did he always have to call her that, can't he just be nice for one second. No, her mind answered that, just ignore him Hermione, he's not worth you time.
"Mudblood, don't look at me like that, even your parents would be scared of a face like that."
Whack, Hermione hit Draco fist on, causing him to slam into the wall. How dare he talk about her parents what did he know. Draco stayed there for a couple of seconds looking very confused, and then he regained some sense and got up on his feet.
"Normally I wouldn't hit a girl, but you're too ugly to count as one."
Hermione dodged his hit, but unfortunately fell into the bed. Before she could get up, Draco pinned her down, smirking. His gloating face was a few inches away from hers, she could feel his warm breath bouncing off her face. She looked into his grey lifeless eyes and saw a glimmer of light. His silvery blond hair fell lightly across his face. She took her free hand, and gently laid it on his chin drawing him closer to her, so close that their noses were touching.
"Draco," Hermione said breathlessly, "I'm in love with you."
Chapter Four:
"GET YOUR LAZY ASS OF THE FLOOR NOW, YOU GOT WORK TO DO!"
Hermione jumped several inches off the floor from the shouting. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. It looks like somehow she managed to find her way into the stable. Now she's properly awake, she realized how much it stunk.
"STOP LOOKING AROUNG AND START WORKING!" Shouted the annoyingly loud voice of Miss McKinley.
Hermione got onto her feet and followed the women back to the manor. They entered through a side door which was barely visible to anyone. Miss McKinley opened the door and led them into a small room with a fire burning in the fire place. McKinley took a large bucket and one of those fire poker things and handed them to Hermione.
"What's this for?" Hermione asked.
"Stupid mudblood, then again I didn't expect you to know anything. This is for tending the fires, now get yourself up to the second floor and tend the fires in the master's rooms first, and then tend any fire you find. DO NOT MAKE ANY NOISE OR ELSE NO BREAKFEST OR LUNCH. Understand, or does the little mudblood not understand no English." Miss McKinley smirked as if she just said something glorious.
"I can understand English fine, thank you very much. It's you that can't speak English properly," Hermione said curtly and walked towards the door that led into the house, then she turned around, "by the way, it's 'not understand ANY English' two negatives makes a positive."
Then she continued walking, leaving McKinley standing there stunned. What's with these people, Hermione thought, all they ever obsess about is pureblood and mudblood, can't they find something else to think about. Hermione walked up the spiral stair case. Hermione looked around on the landing, ahead of her was a long hallway there was five bedrooms on each side of it, which ones was she suppose to go in.
Hermione pushed open the first door on her left, and stuck her head in; there wasn't even a fireplace in there. She moved on and tried a few more doors before she finally found one with a fireplace. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought it was a torture chamber, the walls were all fiery red, in fact almost all the things in the room was some shade of read. Hermione quickly walked to the fireplace and started to sweep the cinders into the bucket, then she poked the fire a few times not really sure if it did anything. She stood up and saw the person in the large canopy bed, it was Lord Malfoy, but Lady Malfoy wasn't there. So obviously she slept some where else. Hermione closed the door gently and opened the door on the other side.
This room was a little bit lighter than the other bedroom, a nice comfortable bed in the center of it. Hermione caught a glimpse of the person in the bad; it was none other than Draco Malfoy. He looked so peacefully just laying there, he's chest moving slowly up and down. His hair fell gently over his closed eyes.
'No matter how peaceful he looks he's still a stupid git," Hermione thought bitterly to herself.
Hermione walked across the large room and knelt down on the hearth. She did the same thing with the poker and the bucket. She was just about to leave when the figure in the bed stirred. He sat up slowly and stretched his arms revealing dark blue silk pajamas.
"Why the hell are you in my room?" Draco asked suddenly realizing she was in the room.
"Because I like to go in other people's room and poke around the fire," Hermione said sarcastically, "idiot I'm tending the fire so your royal ego doesn't get cold."
"That's the only thing mudbloods like you are good for, just be careful to not get any mud slims on my things."
Hermione gritted her teeth. What was wrong with him, why did he always have to call her that, can't he just be nice for one second. No, her mind answered that, just ignore him Hermione, he's not worth you time.
"Mudblood, don't look at me like that, even your parents would be scared of a face like that."
Whack, Hermione hit Draco fist on, causing him to slam into the wall. How dare he talk about her parents what did he know. Draco stayed there for a couple of seconds looking very confused, and then he regained some sense and got up on his feet.
"Normally I wouldn't hit a girl, but you're too ugly to count as one."
Hermione dodged his hit, but unfortunately fell into the bed. Before she could get up, Draco pinned her down, smirking. His gloating face was a few inches away from hers, she could feel his warm breath bouncing off her face. She looked into his grey lifeless eyes and saw a glimmer of light. His silvery blond hair fell lightly across his face. She took her free hand, and gently laid it on his chin drawing him closer to her, so close that their noses were touching.
"Draco," Hermione said breathlessly, "I'm in love with you."