For all you're sakes, I told my mom I'll stay home instead of go shopping. While they are gone, and my cousin is off her Barbie dressup games, I'm updating. That's how much I love you, sacrificing the time when I can shop. Don't you feel so special???
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There is no way in hell I am ever going to wear that.
"Actually, I think there is a way in hell you will." Draco smirked.
"It's...It shows too much of my skin!"
"Why? What's wrong with that? And you do know, people has gotta show SOME skin while they are still alive."
"Well, not that!" She pointed to the black off-shoulder mini flounce dress, and a white halter apron. The whole dress was way too short for her. (A/N: Hehe, yes, Pure Sunshine, my variation on a French maid outfit.) "Aren't maids supposed to wear comfortable clothes?" Hermione pleaded.
"Not my maids!" he said proudly. "And, er, you would find the rest of it quite, well, comfortable." He pointed to the black net stockings and high platform boots. "See? Quite fashionable, I would say. And you do need to wear a short skirt or dress in your life sometime, I mean, you aren't planning on dying, wearing the crap the on you right now, are you?"
"No! Well, well, I wasn't planning on dying wearing the crap you just showed me!" she shot back.
"Hey, Maid, watch what you tell your master." He smirked.
"Oho, well, let's hear you say that again yes?" She pulled out the piece of paper with Narcissa's phone number. Draco gaped. The nerve!
"Oh no, you are not calling my mother."
"Oh, yes, I sure am." She blackmailed him.
"Please?"
"Then I am NOT wearing that."
"Yes you are!"
"No! Why do you want me to wear it so much, Malfoy?"
Tints of red rose up on Draco's pale face. "Because, because, well, you seem to have a nice body"
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Hermione woke up in the morning. She looked over at the clock next to her bed. 11:00 AM. She groaned. When she opened her eyes, she saw that this was not her room.
"This, place, where is this?" She took the red sheets off herself, and slipped her feet into blue fuzzy slippers. She went outside, and down the stairs.
"I have a feeling that my dream was not quite a dream." She thought.
She went into the kitchen and walked over to the fridge. She took out an egg, apple, and orange juice; she made herself a fried egg, and settled herself in a high chair.
"Good morning, sleepy-head, had a nice sleep?" An all-too-familiar voice broke the peaceful silence. She turned her head.
She was met by a sweaty, half naked Draco. His bronze chest reflected off the blazing sunlight. Beads of perspiration outlined his toned abs and mighty six-pack. He looked unbearable. 'Thank GOD my dream was true.' She thought.
"What were YOU doing?" She asked.
"Housework." She laughed. She couldn't imagine him pulling weeds, washing cars, doing dishes.
"Yeah, hey, Malfoy? Can you take me to my house? I need to get packed and stuff."
"Are you sure you know where it is? You-do know that they moved right?"
She frowned. "Yes, but I also happen to know that they left my stuff at home while they just took their stuff and left. So if you can excuse me, let me get ready. Er, I'm hoping you can get ready too, unless you can totally trust me with your convertible."
Draco had a look of horror. He doesn't even let his mother use his car. "Fine."
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Sometimes I
Need to remember just to breathe
Sometimes I
Need you to stay away from me
Sometimes I'm
In disbelief I didn't know
Somehow I
Need you to go Sometimes I
Feel like I trusted you too well
Sometimes I
Just feel like screaming at myself
Sometimes I'm
In Disbelief I didn't know
Somehow I
Need to be alone Don't stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
What you were changing me into
[Just give me myself back and]
Don't stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
Take all your faithlessness with you
[Just give me myself back and]
Don't Stay I don't need you anymore
I don't want to be ignored
I don't need one more day
Of you wasting me away With no apologies
"Whoa, what's your excuse for having another Linkin Park?" Hemione asked.
"I don't know, I guess the CD I burned accidentally did two?"
"I don't believe that. I think you fell in LOVE with Linkin Park. Right? Right?"
Draco glared at her. "Well, their songs really describe me. Like, this song, it may describe my feelings for, for, well, promise not to tell anyone?"
"Yes."
"Pansy. I hate her. I never liked her. It's just, when I told her to bugger off, she went and spread rumors that SHE dumped me, when it was just vise versa. I just used her in the beginning I guess."
"Oh. So you really weren't depressed about her? That's what I heard..."
"Of course that's what you heard, that's what everyone heard!" he said fiercely.
"Oh. I'm sorry."
He breathed. "Nah, it's just, I can't believe that bitch would do something that desperate. You know she just did it for her. To save her precious reputation."
"You know, Malfoy, that sounds like something I would have seen you do. Save your reputation. That's all you ever do."
"Well, some people don't know the real me, do they?" She was shocked at his softness. She looked out the window. "Right here, Malfoy. That's my house." She pointed to a large estate. They could have easily said it was the biggest house on the block.
"Where-Where is my car?" Hermione asked, when they got out. She ran up to the front door and opened it with one of the gazillion keys she had.
"What's up with the keys, Granger?"
"A key to every room of the house. I brought them just incase." She opened the door and entered. The house was a mess. There were no sofas, T.V, or lamp. The tables and chairs were broken or flipped over. Draco looked at Hermione sadly. She dropped to her knees and began to cry.
"It's okay, Granger. I'm sure they didn't touch your room." She dropped her keys and just sat there crying. He picked up the key to her bedroom and walked up the stairs.
When he opened her door, he was taken back at what he saw.
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Whew. Sorry about the pretty short chapter. Compared to the other two. I figured out a way to keep writing. I tell her I'm doing homework! Yes! And I'm not really lying because, well, it IS homework that you guys gave me. Hehe, well, the problem is, 10 minutes later, she will come jumping on me and asking if I'm done.
But you know I'll try.
