Wow. I haven't been on for ages. I decided to try to write a chapter before I go off to camp. I want to thank every reviewer, especially the ones who were so nice and everything. It made me feel really good. And no, I would never not complete this.
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"Hey, Draco. I'm out!" Hermione yelled at the front door.
"Wait, where are you going?" He asked, stumbling down the stairs.
"To meet my friends. Or, in your case, my BOYFRIENDS." She imitated him.
Draco stopped. "You know, Granger, I am not some sort of idiotic bastard that everyone now believes I am, thanks to your BOYFRIENDS." He shot back, imitating the imitating Hermione.
"Hah! Well, you deserved it!" She stuck out her tongue and closed the front door into his face, which caused an "Ow! That..." from the poor dude.
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"Hello? Anyone ho-ome..." Hermione's voice sang through the empty-looking Burrow.
Peace. Quiet. Tranquility. Then, a storm of footsteps.
"My, my, it's Mione!!" As 3 kids trampled down the broken stairs, they ranted Hermione's least favorite greeting. First was Ron, then Harry, and finally, Ginny.
"You guys, I told you that I hated that."
"Whatever. What's happening chica?" Ginny asked coolly.
"Oh, I'm absolutely hopeless." She sat down. She explained her story. Although her friends were a bit of an agitation sometimes, she loved them for being an incredible audience. They wept at the saddest part, they laughed at the hilarious bits, and patted her back in the end of the tale.
"We're really sorry, hottie. I can't believe something like this happened to you." Ginny said warmly.
"Yeah, Mione, we're really sorry. And even with your parents, well, passing away, you have to be a maid of Malfoy's. I feel so sorry for you. You out of all the people, deserve so much more."
She grinned. "Thanks guys."
"Oh, Hermione, if Malfoy gives you any crap, just tell us." Ron said, cracking his knuckles without a sound.
"Er, I'll make sure I'll do that... Thanks, Ron." She knew that she could probably beat Draco up better than Ron could, but she didn't want to ruin the feeling.
"So, I came to you guys for some entertainment. Tell me EVERYTHING." Hermione asked.
Ginny got there first. "Dean told me that Seamus and Lavender broke up because Lavender saw Seamus looking at Pavarti. But Lavender's not mad at Pavarti because, well, it wasn't her fault. So Seamus got..." And the master gossiper whispered ferociously to Hermione. While the two blokes simply rolled their eyes and talked about the new Firebolt Extreme. Time went by, and soon, it was dark. Hermione noticed something.
"Hey guys, where's everyone? Are you guys the only ones here?"
"Nah, they're all at Grimmauld. We convinced them that we were responsible and that we weren't even needed anyway. They gave in. Hey, did you hear? Percy's finally got his noggin' straightened. He came back to us, apologizing forever. We still won't let him in the Order though. I mean, he could, but not after what he had done already."
"Seriously? Oh, well, that's a relief. Hey, I better get going, or Draco won't make me dinner."
Time froze for a second. "D-D-Dr-Dr-Dr-a-c-co? You call that git Draco?" Ron cried.
"I mean, er, Malfoy." Hermione tried to cover up. She had accidentally let slip his name. 'You and your forgetfulness.'
She received a look as she slipped through the door. For the first time, she actually felt...Relieved that she was out of there.
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Channel 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 11, 14, 15, 16 17, 18 had nothing on. What was wrong with this world? Draco glanced at the most expensive object in the house. The 100% gold clock. Everything was gold. The numbers, the backround, a white gold, every millimeter of designs, everything about it was gold. It was 8:00. Where the hell was his Granger? 'No, I mean my maid.' He lazily got up and began to make some salad.
"Oh, Shit!" he dropped the kitchen knife on his finger. He was dead glad that it had only cut the very tip of it, but still, he was in agony. He had been cutting the lettuce. Dark red blood gushed out of the small, but painful scrape. He felt tears in his eyes. 'Okay, Draco, be a big boy now. Come on, grow up. Okay. Breath in, out, in, out... That's it..." Then, tears gushed out of his eyes, imitating his cut. He squeezed his finger. At the wrong moment, his Granger walked in.
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Hermione nearly doubled over laughing. She had just walked into Draco crying his sick head off. She saw a deep red droplets on his fingers, and realized that he had cut himself. Stifling a giggle, she asked, "Hey, are you okay?"
"Bad, ow, shit, hurts, cabbage, knife, bandaid, help, now!"
She found that she could begin to laugh as she tried to find the first aid kit through her childish giggling and teary eyes. She stumbled on her goal. She gripped the red handle and covered her mouth with her free hand.
"Sit down, child. This may sting a bit." She wiped alcohol on his laceration and swiftly put a hot pink band aid on over it. "There. I'll cook. You sit like a good little boy." Draco didn't have enough power to glare at her, and instead obeyed her, making her laugh even harder. 'This is not fair.'
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"You know, it's a wonder that I cooked twice as much as you do, and I don't have a neon band aid on me." Hermione exclaimed over their spaghetti, garlic bread, salad, and soup. She received a weak glare from the other side.
"Not funny, Granger. You're not funny."
She laughed. "But you are."
"Hmph." He was sick of her tormenting. Oh why did she choose to come at one of my moments?
The doorbell rang. Hermione excused herself. Draco shrugged her off until he heard,
"Oh, Mrs. Malfoy! Draco! Your mother's back!" Stunned, Draco twirled around to meet his unexpected mother.
"Mom! You're back! I thought you were coming in a month!"
"Oh, business ended early. And-Draco, what is that ridiculous thing on your finger?" She pointed to his hot pink bandage. Soon, his cheeks were the same color. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Granger fall in hysteria. She was dying laughing.
"Nothing, mother. I-I got hurt."
"Well, you never told me you took interest in neon band aids..." Narcissa chuckled. "Oh, Hermione dear, Draco's been alright to you?"
Hermione's chocolate eyes sparkled. "Splendid, Mrs. Malfoy. Insisted that I not do my duties for a while." She said, and as Narcissa turned back around, Hermione pointed to the slight bruise on the wrist from Draco pulling her the other day.
'God, blackmail. She's using her bruise to get away from her work.' He hated her.
"Draco, is that true? Why, how utterly sweet of you. Well, I'm a bit tired, so I'll be going to bed early. Good night kids."
In angelic voices, both raging teenagers replied, "Good night!"
When the door of the master bedroom closed completely, Malfoy was the first to speak.
"That is totally unlike a Gryffindor, Mudblood."
"Oh, that hurt. Look, I'm crying." She began to mock Draco's little cry in agony, his hop in pain.
"That's not cool, Granger. I will get you for this."
"Yea? Try me!" She protested pushing her face toward him in a mock-threatening way. "Yea? Want a piece of me?" She laughed.
"Shut up, Granger!" This was it. He'd had enough. He was more powerful then her; she was only a mere Mudblood. He could get back at her.
"Let's try this, Granger. I want to make a bet."
Hermione's eye's flashed with joy.
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Haha, I left you hanging. Don't worry. I'll make it up for you guys. Don't you agree this chapter was a bit...Cheesy? Plotless? No meaning? I think so too. So depending on your reviews, I will fix it. Keep reading, I might decide to go on if I get hateful reviews. Blah!
Toodles
One and only Younwriter.
