Back from camp and absolutely exhausted. I got some sleep though, so I'm A-OK. Haha. So I want to thank all of you for really making me feel so special. I never expected so much lurve... I just want to tell everyone that you guys just make my day.

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"Oh, shut up, Malfoy. I'm in a bad mood already. Who wouldn't, if they had to work for you."

"Watch your attitude, young maid. I might assign you a very disturbing task."

She sneered at him, causing him to flash his notorious smirk. "I might not be as evil as you think, Granger."

"Oh, is that so?" she challenged.

"Yep." He replied nonchalantly, holding out a MP3 player. "All yours."

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I know I may be young but I've got feelings too
And I need to do what I feel like doing
So let me go and just listen

All you people look at me like I'm a little girl
Well did you ever think it'd be ok for me to step into this world?
Always saying, "Little girl, don't step into the club"
Well I'm just tryin' to find out why, 'cause dancing's what I love, yeah
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
I know I may come off quiet
I may come off shy
But I feel like talkin', feel like dancin' when I see this guy
What's practical, what's logical, what the hell, who cares
All I know is I'm so happy when you're dancing there

I'm a slave for you
I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
I'm a slave for you
I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it

Baby, don't you wanna dance up on me
To another time and place
Oh, baby, don't you wanna dance up on me
Leaving behind my name and age
Like that. You like that?
Yeah. Now watch me
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
I really wanna dance tonight with you
I really wanna do what you want me to
I really wanna dance tonight with you
I really wanna do what you want me to
Baby, don't you wanna dance up on me
To another time and place
Oh, baby, don't you wanna dance up on me
Leaving behind my name and age

Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it

Track one. She glared at Draco sitting on the opposite stool. The first song she heard was Britney Spear's "I'm a Slave 4 you." A pathetic joke.

"You're not funny, Malfoy. Not funny at all."

"Really? I thought it was pretty amusing." He managed through his pancakes. "Oh, by the way, you're welcome."

"What? For this little piece of crap? I'm supposed to thank you?" Expecting to see a glint of teasing in Malfoy's eyes, she found the nerve to even look at him. All she saw was a vague swirl of gray. She saw unhappiness.

"Malfoy?"

"So, you don't want it? I thought you might want some company. I spent my whole month's allowance on this." He muttered, turned swiftly and ran back up the staircase.

Hermione silently banged her head on the counter. 'Ah, you dumbass.' She thought to herself.

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(It starts with)
One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It's so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on but didn't even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried
so hard

And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

One thing I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised it got so (far)
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end
You kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I
I tried so hard

And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There's only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There's only one thing you should know
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

Humming to one of her favorite songs, she vacuumed Malfoy's room. His room was a bit neater than she expected, but still messy enough for work. Clothes of the day before was strewn before his bed and his drawer was sprinkled with water from his shower. His windows were covered with particles of something she didn't want to know. She turned off the vacuum and immediately became just her breathing and her Linkin Park. She entered his bathroom for a rag. 'Oh, you won't find a rag in the Malfoy mansion.' After wetting the towel, she left to clean the window, catching a glimpse of his Gillette razor. 'Haha, a shaver, I see."

Bam!

Her thoughts were disturbed with a crashing at the window.

"Pig!" Hermione hurried to let Ron's little owl in. Pig began to squeel. "Sh! Malfoy might still be in here. He'll throw you out if you don't be quiet." She took the piece of parchment from Ron.

Hermione.

I'm so sorry about what happened. I just really like you. Please give me a chance. Whatever you don't like about me, I can change that. I want to be there for you 24/7. Please, at least come back. Tell me what it is. I'll listen.

Love,

Ron.

She felt her waffles coming up. "I am going to be sick." She muttered, collapsing onto Malfoy's extra soft bed. Caught up in the cushion of the mattress and the silk of his comforters, she felt her eyes gaining weight.

"Hey Granger, have you seen my deode..." Draco stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Hermione on his bed. 'Holy.' Walking over, he saw that she was holding a parchment.

He read it once.

He read it twice.

He read it three times and laughed.

Minutes later, green flames flared in Ronald Weasley's worn out fireplace.

'Behold your biggest surprise this summer, Weasel.'

However, Draco's eyes met something he was not interested in.

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(A/N: THIS close to ending it right here but I realized this chapter had no plot and stuff. You're welcome!!!)

Sunlight bore into Hermione's chocolate eyes. 'Wake up.' When her eyes opened, she first saw silver silk. Then she saw the time. What she didn't see was that Ron's letter was gone.

She sprung up. 12:46. she had 14 minutes to finish cleaning Draco's room and prepare him a lunch. She quickly pushed his clothes under his bed and taped some white paper on his window. She ran downstairs and took out the bread. Hard. Frozen. 'Microwave, where's the microwave? Ah, stupid, they don't have one.' She hastily threw the bread back into the freezer. 'I am so dead.' She froze. A grin formed from her strawberry lips.

"Take out." She said out loud. So proud of her discovery of take out, she gave herself a pat on the back.

"Retard." A cold harsh voice appeared in the fireplace.

She grinned, reconizing Draco's voice. Her 'master' was home. "What would you do if I couldn't get something done?" Hermione asked

"Fire you."

"You can't. You know that." She reminded him.

The corner of his lips turned slightly up. "I would tell you what I just saw at your boyfriend's house." He said, throwing Ron's letter on the counter.

Hermione's eyes grew large.

"YOU MORON!"

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And I'll write more later. I have lots of time. I know this chapter had like no meaning and it was like THE MOST BORINGEST chapter ever, and I'm really really sorry, but I'll promise a very juicy one. (Aw, now I have to think of something juicy.) Tell you what, how about this time when you comment, you give me very good ideas for the next chapter! Or else, there will be no next chapter!

Toodles!

Youngwriter.