Oh. I got bored.

Yay! See? Sporty Girl agreed with me, and my chapter was corny and lame, and pointless. So, thank you. I sort of had nothing to write, and that was seriously a rough draft. I made it up as I typed. To tell you the truth, that's how I write every chapter. Blah. Now, the reason my chapters suck is very obvious, isn't it?

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"Tasty. What is it?" Hermione asked.

This wasn't the response that Draco expected. He still needed to think of one. A very good one. He wanted to laugh at her face.

"Well, er, do you agree you will do this?" His stalling was crystal clear.

"Of course. Bets are fun. I've never lost."

He began to feel uncomfortable. It was not as easy as he expected. He listed the possible subjects. 'Books, homework, Weasel, Potty...' His thoughts stopped. 'Weasley and Potter!' He could use them.

"Tell the honest truth, Granger, did you ever like Weasley or Potter? Like, a crush?" he asked. Her eyes were thoughtful.

"Actually, no. In first year, I did think that Harry was really great and stuff, but surprisingly, I never liked them. Like as in girl-boy like." Hermione had really gone deep into this, but to her surprise found that she had only liked them as friends.

"Then here's the bet." Draco shook nervously. He felt as if his life depended on this. "I bet you that... Either Weasley OR Potter will ask you out by the end of this week."

"Hm...what's the offer?"

"If you win, and they don't ask you by this week, then you won't have to wear the uniform when you start work." He remembered her face when she saw it. Of course she would agree. "And if I win, you start being my maid the following day, IN the uniform."

She bit her lips. 'You know, for a selfish worm, he certainly is quite smart with this stuff.' But she told herself that she was a master with bets, and that she would easily win this one.

"Fine."

"Deal. Let's shake on it."

They shook hands, and their bet had sprung into action.

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The next morning, Hermione got ready for the Burrow. She took out a pair of dirty, baggy jeans and an ugly black shirt. She frizzed out her hair to make it even puffier and slipped on her old etnies. 'They will never ask me out in these clothes.' She got sneaked into the kitchen, but sadly, was met by her competitor.

"Where you going in those rags? So ready to be a maid?"

"No, I'm-er, going to go... Somewhere! Yes! I'm going somewhere."

He eyed her. "You are going to go visit your little friends, are you? Well, think you can get away that easily?" He sprinted up the stairs and ran into his mother's room. She heard voices, then footsteps. She tried to make a run for it, but was too late.

"Hermione, where are you going...in those clothes?" Narcissa called out.

She stopped and made a face before spinning around. "W-Well, I-I was going...s-somewhere..." She tried.

Narcissa gave a stern look. "Rule number 2, Hermione. Anyone who lives in this place must dress properly where ever they are going. I may not be as snobby as Lucius, but I do want to put a neat impression. Please Hermione, Draco told me that he had bought you some clothes, so please change into something more, well, nice."

"Yes, Mrs. Malfoy." She said as she trudged back up the spiral staircase. As she paseed Draco, he muttered, "I'm not that bad at this game too, Granger."

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She put on her plain jeans and a plain, clean, plaid collar shirt. She slipped into her new white vans. She grumbled curses at Draco. 'Oh, so you want to play it like this, huh.' She got a nod of approval from Narcissa as she walked down the stairs. She decided to go the dustier way though.

"Um, Mrs. Black? You see, when I went to my friend's house yesterday, I found that it took over an hour to get there. And, I just don't think I'm up to that journey, so do you mind if I ask you if I can use the floo powder?"

"Well, I guess, but you must promise to use it only for this purpose, okay?"

"Of course!" She exclaimed, as she was a foot away from the fireplace.

"Wait!" A loud cry stopped her. Draco came strutting in.

"We cannot let this princess get all dirty from the fireplace, can we? I mean, we haven't used this for ages, and mind me, she would get extremely sooty and dirty." He swept out his wand and in a swift move, the fireplace was immaculate. Hermione felt like beating the pulp out of him.

"Have a nice time, my lovely maid" He sang as he waved her off innocently.

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When she arrived at the fireplace of the Burrow, she cursed at the fact that her clothes were still very clean.

"Hey guys." She mumbled.

"Oh, hey hey hey, Hermi-one!" They exclaimed.

"You guys, I'm not in the mood." She said roughly. She slumped on the old Weasley couch.

"What's wrong? Is it Malfoy?"

"Yes! He is getting on my nerves!"

"Oh yea, he is pretty hot isn't he. Got himself on Witch Weekly for Number 1 Hottest Son." Ginny sighed. "You know, I've been thinking, and other than the fact that he is a complete moron, he is extremely gorgeous, and you are so lucky to live with him. Girls would pay to be where you are."

The 3 teenagers gaped at the child.

"Ginny, shut up." They said at the same time.

She just shrugged and went on. "The way his blue gray eyes scans the tables, his platinum blond hair, his muscular body..." She gave a dreamy sigh. "Just between you and me, even if he could be some sort of an idiot, he is one of the hottest guys in this school, no offense Ron. I mean, even though he had done tons of girls in bed..."

"Ginny! We don't need to hear that!" Ron warned.

She glared at her brother. "Well, I was, as a friend would do, trying to make her feel better, but no, I guess it just got my brother jealous." With fire and rage, she stormed upstairs.

"What's up with her?" Harry wondered.

"Huh. Probably PMSing." Ron thought.

"Uh...Ron? NO." Hermione thought, 'Before they ask me out, I'm going to kill myself. These are the last two I would ever dream of dating. Mom and Dad won't..." Thinking that her Mom and Dad weren't there, she began to weep.

Harry gave her a puzzled look.

"What, is she PMSing too?"

This made Hermione cry harder.

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The next morning, Hermione got ready to go back to the burrow. Although she was deeply against it, she knew that the little blondie wouldn't let her out of it.

"I'm leaving." She cried out from the fireplace.

A topless Draco walked out and grinned. He took his two fingers and made wild hand movements indicating his eyes and hers. "I'm watching you." He whispered. He gave an evil wave and she was gone.

God, did she hate this guy.

"Oh, hi Hermione." Ron and Harry were in a deeply involed in their game of Wizard's Chess.

"Hi." She added plainly.

"Ginny's upstairs." Harry said. Ron kicked Harry's foot.

"Ow! Dude Ron, what was that for?" he whispered ferociously.

"She can't go, remember my plan?" Glancing at the puzzled girl, Ron muttered to Harry.

"What-oh, Oh! Right. Right. Er, hey Hermione, why don't you take a seat?" Harry aked. Ron rolled his eyes.

She was about to take her seat on a small couch when Harry suddenly jumped up and screamed, "Not there! Not there!" He pushed her up and sat her down where his butt marks were. "Er, I need to go, er, potty?" Harry practically asked Ron before rushing upstairs.

"What was that all about?" Hermione asked.

Ron blushed furiously. "Well, Hermione, well, I can't seem to hold it off any longer. Hermione, I know..."

'Oh, shit. Oh, no. He's going to ask me out! I've GOT to get out of here. Shit. I'm going to lose this bet.' She glanced around the room.

"Hermione, Do you..."

"Oh! Look at the time; I've got to get going. Time's ticking, bye!" She jumped up and got ready to leave when Ron leapt up and grabbed her. "Hermione, will you go out with me?"

Just then, emerald flames erupted in the Weasley's fireplace.

"Well, well, looks like I've won, little Hermione." Draco's cold slithering voice made this situation even worse. "Nice try, Weasel. But I doubt that your little crush would say yes." He gave her a look. "Coming, my maid?"

'Don't lose it, Hermione. Hold yourself together. You're strong. Don't break down in front of your best friend, who just admitted that he liked me, and your worst enemy. Don't, come on, think happy thoughts. Breath in, out, in out...' Hermione preached to herself. She ran into the fire furiously and floo-ed herself back to the Malfoy's. She collapsed on the expensive carpet and bawled herself out.

She never noticed Draco coming back right beside her and mentally tranquilizing her.

"Granger, it's okay. Don't worry. You'll look great with the uniform."

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As the sun reached its peak, Hermione Granger stretched her arms out for the brand new day. Sadly, but without a complaint, she opened her closet door and took out an all-too-familiar clothes hanger. She made a face as she took out the plastic covering. She began with the net stockings. She went on to her black mini flounce dress. She groaned in self pity as she looked down at her legs. She tied her apron and slipped on her platform boots. She looked at her reflection on the mirror.

"I absolutely hate my life."

"Me too. You know, we actually have a lot in common. Even though you are a mudblood and I'm pure." The most hated voice just started off her day worse.

She sneered at him and replied in a mocking sweet voice, "Draco dear, we were made for each other."

He laughed. "You haven't dusted a single piece of furniture yet, and I already like the way you work, Granger."

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I'm SO sleepy. I'm going to camp tomorrow! Wish me luck!

Good night

Youngwriter.