Malfoy, The Weather Reporter
Chapter 4
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After the 'incident', Hermione noticed Draco wasn't coming to work. It had already been a week since. She had called Draco's lawyer to question him, but he couldn't explain Draco's absence at all. At last, Hermione couldn't take it anymore, and decided to confront Draco herself, at his home.
His home looked a bit on the ordinary side, poor side, compared to the mansion that he used to live in. A gray, one story house, with a small satalite dish sticking out of the top of the roof, and a huge picture window in front, which was covered on the inside by old, thick, cream coloured curtains. Hermione walked passed the run down Station Wagon, parked in the driveway, and walked up to the door, knocking three times.
She heard some stomping, probably someone walking to the doory, before the door opened up, revealing a very tidy looking Draco Malfoy.
"Granger!" Draco growled when he saw her, glarring at her nastily.
"Malfoy. I came here today to question your absence at work."
"Alright." Draco waited with his hand on one of his hips, leaning against the frame of the door with the other arm.
They were silent for a moment before Hermione sighed in frustration and asked agrilly, "So, why weren't you at work for the past week?!"
"Oh. I quit." Draco said calmly, not moving an inch but to blink twice.
"You can't just quit, Malfoy. If you quit, they'll take you to Azkaban!"
"I know. They're coming in a week from yesterday."
"MALFOY!"
"Are you happy now?" Draco growled at her, moving from his position so that he was standing still, staring her down. "You won't have to deal with me anymore."
"It's not like I 'want' to deal with you, but I don't want to see you go to Azkaban just because of a stupid decision you made!"
"I don't care what you think. Besides, at least you're allowed to use the bathroom in Azkaban."
"You can use the bathroom at the station too!"
"I can?" Draco asked, astonished.
"Of course!"
Draco looked dumbstuck.
"So are you telling me that I held it in for no bloody reason, that one day, when I could have just went all along."
Hermione nodded violently.
"Well, that seems a bit better, but still, I don't want to be a weather reporter."
"Why? Because you become jelloid every time they put the camera on you?"
"NO! I just don't like that frilly suit!"
"I think it makes you look sexy," Hermione said in a very tempting tone, her eyebrows quirking cheekily.
"Really? Wiat! I'm not falling for that again!"
"Fine, be that way."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Fine."
They were silent.
"It isn't fine, Draco."
Draco was silent.
"Please," Hermione begged. "Come back to work."
He was still silent.
"I'll get you an ice cream?" Hermione bribbed.
"With sprinkles and fudge and a cherry on top?" Draco asked, truely getting excited at the thought of an ice cream.
Hermione laughed. "Yes, if that's what you want."
"Fine."
Hermione smiled and threw her arms around Draco, giving him a hug. Draco was a bit (exagerating there) thrown back by this, but after a few moments, hugged her back.
"Good," she said, releasing him.
"But," Draco said, "Under a few conditions."
"Anything," Hermione asked, shrugging her sholders. "Just as long as you come back. I would really hate to see you go to Azkaban, pretty much because of the way your father raised you."
"Anyway," Draco said, trying to get the subject off of Azkaban, because Azkaban truely did give him the creeps, "One, I don't want to wear the frilly suit, no matter how hot it makes me look."
Hermione laughed, and then nodded. "Okay. No frilly suit."
"Two, I wish you would be nicer to me, instead of treating me like dirt, especially in public."
Hermione nodded. "Sorry about that."
"And three, I want more than 10 minutes to prepair my lines and such."
"Um, yeah," Hermione said, looking sheepishly down at her feet, not wanting to meet Draco's eyes. "You should have gotten an hour and a half to go through that before we put the camera on you. That was my fault. I'll tell you the truth," Hermione said, looking back up at him. "I never really liked you," she started. "All during Hogwarts, you would always make fun of me. Call me mudblood, or enlarge my teeth, or laugh at me behind your back, as well as in front of me."
Draco looked at her with sad eyes.
"It's just," Hermione continued. "When Harry Potter told me that you were at my office because of your reasons and such, I thought that it would be a good opportunity to get back at you. Make you feel like dirt the way you made me feel like dirt. Give you a hard time because you gave me a hard time. Make your life a living hell, the way you did me. I shouldn't have been so mean, and I'm sorry."
Draco looked down at her sadly. "No, Hermione. You shouldn't be appologizing. I didn't realize it when I asked you to be nicer to me, but, all along, you were pretty much asking me to be nicer to you, and I did nothing but hurt you. I'm sorry, Hermione. Truely sorry."
Draco's words really touched Hermione, and tears started to fall from her cheeks. She nodded.
"Can I give you something?" Draco asked.
Hermione nodded. "As long as it isn't a pink shower curtain. I thought I needed one really badly, but I found 15 down in my basement. And after spending 30 pounds on this really nice one. I was stupid."
Draco laughed. "That's funny."
"I'm serious," Hermione said, which made Draco laugh even more. When he stopped, he looked down at her, smiling. "It's not a pink shower curtain. I promise."
He took his right hand and cupped her chin it, as he bent his head down, and kissed her passionately on the lips.
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A/N: Yeah yeah, I know. This was SO bloody late, and I'm sorry. I've just been a bit distracted, and didn't really have time to write. I hope this chapter was a bit more of everything that you wanted, including humor! Thanx for being patient and sticking with me while I got over myself. LoL! Also, please review and tell me what you thought. Hopefully, the next chapter will come a bit more quicker than this one did. Sorry, again. LondonsLegend