Chapter 4 In Need Of Life
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Hermione awoke to the sweet aroma of pancakes being burnt to a crisp. She groaned and turned over in bed, covering her head with her pillow. She finally dragged herself out of bed and looked at the alarm clock. It read 11:30 in the afternoon. Hermione jumped up and looked at herself in the mirror. She still had Draco's sweater on and she was still wearing the outfit that she was sold in.
She brushed her hair with her fingers and tried to make it stay down, rather that puff up. She could still smell the burning pancakes, so she decided to see how Draco was doing in the kitchen. She walked down the hall and into the kitchen, which was connected, to the living room without a wall. It was the main room of the boathouse.
"Good-morning sunshine. How did you sleep?" Draco said cheerfully.
His voice sounded cheerful, yet he was sitting at the table with his chin in his hands, looking at a pile of black pancakes.
"I decided I would try to make a…" Draco looked at the box. "Pan… Cake." He smiled over at her.
"Yes… you did indeed." She said looking at the food. "Well I think that um… it's um… a good first try."
Draco stood up. "All right, now the moment I've been waiting for all morning. You to make them and do them so much better and then me to look like a jackass. We are all waiting." He sighed.
"Well it's your lucky day, because I have never made pancakes in my life. Lets just have cereal okay?" She said.
Draco nodded and kissed her cheek. "All right then." He said.
Hermione smiled and she and Draco had a wonderful conversation over breakfast about everything. Even though Draco fought for her to stay home, she finally won the argument.
"What do you do anyways?" Hermione asked.
Draco sighed. "I'm well um… a mechanic." He said.
Hermione smiled. "That's great!"
"Sort of… I've always just sort of pictured myself doing something a bit more… wizard like." He said. "But when I'm hiding away from my parents and their morals, I guess its better not to put attention to myself."
Hermione nodded. "Of course." She said. "Do you um… have anything I could wear?" She asked.
Draco nodded. "Luckily, the woman who used to live in this boat, forgot boxes full of different things." He said, "And I think they may have just what you're looking for. They are in the bottom of the boat, in the storage closet." Draco finished.
She smiled. "Thanks." She said as she walked down the stairs. She looked around at the bottom floor of the boat. There were small circular windows that were made so that they were under the water and you could see what it was like in the ocean. Hermione looked through them and watched all the strange types of fish and eel swim by.
She looked over and saw an old-fashioned leather couch and a pool table. It was like a country theme, with moose antlers and paintings on the walls. There was a T.V. and a radio and to the corner a tiny cooler fridge which seemed to have beer and some snacks in it. Along side of it was a counter with stools in a bar sort of fashion.
Hermione looked around a bit more and finally found the closet. There were boxes filled with old paintings, silverware and some other odds and ends, but she didn't have to look far before she found three boxes full of clothes.
She searched through the many… 'Interesting' types of styles and clothes until she found black high heels, a white blouse and a short black mini-skirt. Hermione tried them on and smiled, as she looked at her reflection in an old rusted mirror. She had to admit, she looked great.
It seemed to her that the week that Draco was here, he had gotten himself a home, a job, and quite simply, a life. Hermione didn't know what to think. Where would she go for work, and who would accept her?
She walked upstairs and looked over at Draco. He had a pair of dirty old jeans with holes and stains on them, and a white men's dress shirt with his old Slytherin tie. Hermione smiled at him as he was looking through files and paperwork.
"Well, don't you look professional!" She teased.
He laughed. "I thought you'd like it. I have my own shop down near the beach. Its small, but business is picking up, and I found myself a couple boys who are still in high school to work for me part-time. I guess its pretty good." He said.
"Mechanics make good money, you just have to start out the business first, and it's going to be a little tough." Hermione said. "But I know you can do it."
Draco smiled. "Thanks." He said.
He kissed her lips softly, and then her cheek. He gave her a slight wink and said, "The spare key is in your purse, where you put it last night. Any problems call my work number, and if you need help I will come as soon as possible, hell I'll close down for the moment. Don't stay out too long and you can always come back here and try tomorrow and…"
Hermione kissed him. She moved him against the wall and kissed his neck.
"Don't worry about me." She said. "I'm old enough to fend for myself, and it's not like you to care about that anyways." She said smirking. "You're actually starting to scare me a bit." She said.
"Now look at what I've done… I've got you being sarcastic too." He said with a smile.
Hermione laughed. "Come on, let's go."
They walked out together and they gave each other one final kiss before going their separate ways for the day. As soon as Hermione saw that Draco was out of sight, she ran to the pay phone and stuck in a dollar.
She dialled Ginny's number and waited till she answered with a sweet, "Hello?"
"Ginny? It's me, Hermione." She said quietly.
Ginny gasped. "Oh my god, where have you been? Everyone is looking for you! Where are you? I can pick you up! Are you in some sort of trouble?"
Hermione laughed. "All right, let me explain." She said.
"Can I put you on speaker? Ron and Harry are here too." She said.
"Yeah." Hermione answered.
"HELLO HERMIONE!" Screamed Ron. He still hadn't gotten used to knowing how to use the phone.
"Where the hell are you, Hermione?" Asked Harry, slightly agitated.
"Look, you guys have to let me explain." Hermione said. "I'm off somewhere far away from where you guys are. I doubt if you wanted you could find me. I'm not going to tell you where, because I don't want any of you to come and find me."
"YOUR BEING STUPID HERMIONE." Ron said loudly.
"Ron, you don't need to be that loud…" Ginny whispered.
"Anyways, I'm staying with a friend and I'm doing okay. It's been sort of rough, but I needed to leave guys. You have to understand that I need to stay away from Victor. I also am here to sort of, well… find myself." Hermione said.
"Who are you staying with?" Ginny asked excitedly.
Hermione gulped. "Um, well… I'm sort of staying with… Draco Malfoy." She mumbled.
Harry let out a muffled scream of shock. "What! Your staying with my rival? The guy who tired to get me expelled so many times and even might have been trying to kill me!" Harry yelled.
"BLOODY HELL!" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione wasn't going to tell them that she had kissed him… numerous times since last night. "Yeah. He's changed." She said.
"I don't believe that for a second!" Harry yelled.
Ginny spoke softly to Harry. "Harry, calm down. She will be all right, you have to trust her." She said.
"…Please deposit twenty-five cents… please deposit twenty-five cents…" The phone said.
"Look, Hermione, where are you?" Harry yelled over the phone.
Hermione stayed silent. She didn't want to tell Harry, because she knew he would come looking for her. But this way, she knew Ginny could stop him because Ginny would understand.
"Hermione? HERMIONE!" Hermione listened to Harry yelling for her, but she didn't answer.
Finally the phone dropped the signal. All she could hear was the dial tone, waiting for her to punch in some more numbers. She stood there for a while, and finally hung up the phone.
Hermione had spent hours looking for a job, but everyone said that they were full, or weren't accepting and women. Hermione thought it was hopeless… no one wanted to hire her. How was she ever supposed to get a house of her own to stop bugging Draco, or get a life on her own?
Hermione walked up to a building and looked up. "New York Plenty…" She muttered as she read the sign. Whatever they were, they had another sign saying, 'now hiring' and Hermione jumped to the opportunity.
She walked into the building and walked up to the clerk.
"Um, I was looking for the person who wanted to hire." She said.
"That's nice, ahu…" She said, looking through a magazine.
Hermione stood there completely insulted. "I was wondering if you could direct me in the direction of them and…"
The woman closed her magazine and leaned forward to her. "Right, Lady. Look at me. Do I look like the type of person who wants to direct nobodies like you to the head guy, only to get a better paying job than I have right here? I don't think so! But I will direct you somewhere, as to not be rude and leave you to wander about. There, is the EXIT. Take it, and have a nice day." She said smirking.
Hermiones jaw dropped. "Isn't it your job to direct me?" She asked. She certainly didn't like being talked to in such a rude fashion.
"Your in New York now. Look pretty, and get a life. Oh yeah, and stay out of my way." The lady said sitting back down.
Hermione felt her lungs burning. "My, aren't you a bitch? Well look, whoever you are, I'm looking for a job, and it's not my fault that you're a piece of shit that can't get a good one. If you were at least any good at all, your boss would have moved you to whatever position he is opening, and get another girl to be the replacement for you. And that, in my opinion, would be a good idea, because the office would be a much more pleasant and friendly place to work." Hermione said.
She then turned on her heel and started for the door.
"Stop." A man's voice said.
Hermione turned to see a fairly old man in a tux, standing in front of her.
"Yes, is there something I can help you with?" Hermione said sweetly.
The man nodded. "You said you were looking for a job?" He asked.
She only nodded.
"May I interest you in one? I think you would like it, considering you already gave your opinion on it." He said.
Hermione smiled. "Are you joking me?" She asked.
The man shook his head. "Take a walk with me miss…"
"Granger. Hermione Granger." She answered.
"Thank you. Now Miss Granger, as I overheard you with my less than qualified Clerk, you sparked an idea in my mind." He said. "I am the Boss of this building, 'New York Plenty'. Funnily enough, the name of the building is the name of the magazine in which we produce here."
"Are you serious?" Hermione asked.
"Yes." He said. "You seem like a well balanced woman, considering you didn't try to strangle her like so many other people do! You were well spoken, as you gave her your 'Opinion'. That is why I would like to hire you for my new and improved, Opinion Column." He finished.
"I'll take it!" Hermione said. "What time would you like me to be here, and when do I start?" She asked.
He smiled. "You start tomorrow, 9:30 AM." He said.
"Thank you. Thank you so much!" Hermione said shaking his hand.
He nodded and Hermione ran out of the building, ready to tell Draco the good news.
Hermione went to where Draco said he worked. She looked at the building, which was tiny, but cute. There were teenagers working outside on motors in two of the five cars that were there.
Hermione walked up to one of the teenagers. "Hi, I was wondering if…"
"Well Hello, pretty lady!" The boy said, trying to be sexy. "How may I help you and your… NEEDS today?" He asked.
Hermione laughed. "Where is Draco?" She asked.
He pointed over to a car looking quite disappointed and muttering swear words under his breath.
"Thanks." Hermione said.
Hermione walked over to the car and looked at Draco's legs that were sticking out from under it as he worked under the car.
"Draco?" Hermione asked.
Hermione heard him bang his head on the bottom of the car. "OW! SHIT!" He muttered.
Hermione giggled as he rolled on the platform out from under the car.
"Hey baby." He said smiling.
Hermione giggled as he stood up with smudges of dirt and oil on his pale cheeks. She grabbed his tie and pulled him over to her quickly, giving him a fiery kiss in which he quickly accustomed to. He kissed her back harder, pulling her closer to him and sliding his tongue into her mouth.
Hermione finally pulled away from the kiss and stayed pressed close to him. She put her forehead against his and looked deeply into his eyes, wiping some dirt off his cheek.
"I got a job… I write for a magazine." She whispered.
Draco laughed. "I'm proud of you."
Hermione kissed him again, and started to give him short and tender kisses as she wrapped her arms around his neck and played with the hair on the back of his neck. His arms found her hips and he started to lead her mouth into longer kisses.
"Oooohh!" The teenage boys cooed.
Draco shot them a glance and just hugged her tightly.
Hermione opened the mailbox and took out piles of bills and order forms for Draco's work. She set them all on the kitchen table and looked at the clock, which read 4:47 PM. Draco was working till 6:00 PM tonight, so she had a while to wait before she would start dinner.
She looked at the mail and started to sort the junk mail, bills, and other. She certainly wasn't going to open it, for his mail was his privacy. She reached the bottom of the pile and there was a certificate. It read:
You are now the proud owner of the Buy A Wife service.
If you are unhappy with our product, or are finished using it, please return it along with this certificate that shows you are the owner. If your product becomes old and worn, we will be proud to exchange her. Signed, THE D MAN
Hermione felt her eyes weld up with tears. She was a piece of property? She was something that could be exchanged if she put one toe out of line? She could barely speak. She didn't want this to happen. What if Draco thought she was getting boring? What if he didn't want to deal with her anymore?
Hermione shuddered. She didn't want to go back there, she wanted to stay with Draco. At least, that's what she thought she wanted. Hermione took another look at the certificate. She couldn't stay here and risk getting sold again.
She had to trust him, but she didn't know if she could trust anyone after Victor and Dallik. She decided that she would have to, but the pain of knowing she was no longer free was making her want to crawl down a deep hole and lay there forever, waiting to die.
Hermione ran to her room and started to cry. She was so confused, and had no idea what to do. She didn't want to confront him about it either, because she didn't want him to know that she was afraid to trust him. She lay on her bed and cried until her eyes were so blurry she couldn't see, and soon she fell asleep.
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