Disclaimer: I do not own 1) Any of the characters 2) The incredible hot OOC Draco Malfoy or 3) A large book of the affect ESP has in lima beans.
A/N: Chances are, if you're reading this, you have met all of the goals! Yeah for you!!
Draco lied on his bed grumpily. This summer was going to be rotten. His mother was spoiling Hermione and not him, quite a change. He needed to tell someone, but who? Not Crabbe or Goyle, he doubted that they could read. He racked his mind for a friend, a true friend. He mentally slapped himself. He was making everything too dramatic; if the fanfic writers ever got hold of this…
He finally remembered his friend from Italy, Victor Nardone. He had met Victor when his father and mother went to Italy for a summer vacation, and still kept in touch with him about anything that bugged them or they found unfair. Sort of like the muggle Nelson's Column. He pulled out his quill and started to write.
Dear Victor,
How did your Ancient Runes final with Professor Romero go? Our finals got canceled because that Diggory guy died, as I'm sure you know.
Are you still taking Spanish? Como va? Eres tu un gran estupido con un sombrero punta y un acento bobo?
You won't believe what's happening at my house. You know the mudblood Granger? She's staying at my house for the whole bloody summer!! Father is in Botswana for some project for work, and Mother is acting like Granger's the daughter she never had. Not to mention that I have to not only give up my room, (as if that's not enough) but I have to share her clothes!! Er, she wears mine… not the other way around. Can you believe it? Aarrgghhh!!
Write back to me soon, and tell me what came of Carmelia, did you finally get some? *wink*
Your Friend,
Draco Malfoy
Draco attached his letter to his eagle owl, Kael, and opened his door to take him to a window; his room did not have one. Hermione was standing just outside the door, fist raised as if about to knock. She quickly put her hand down and looked up at him.
"What now, Granger? If you want to wear my pajamas too, the answer is no," he sighed exasperatedly. Hermione looked alarmed.
"But your mother said—" she began.
Draco laughed. "Oh god, that's really why you're here, isn't it?" he said, amused.
Granger nodded defensively. Draco smirked. "You really want
to get into my pants, don't you?"
Granger looked furious. "You know what I mean, Malfoy!!" she screeched.
Draco laughed, and tossed Kael lightly down the stairs. "Come on, loosen up. It's not like Weasley's here."
Hermione pursed her lips, and walked inside his room. Draco opened up his dresser, and tossed her a pair of black silk pajamas, identical to the ones he was wearing. Hermione made a face. "Does everything of yours have to be black?"
Draco pulled out another pair. "You can have green!" he said cheerfully.
Hermione rolled her eyes and went into Draco's private bathroom to change.
She's hot, isn't she? said the evil part of his head. Shut up. Draco thought back. She's a mudblood. So? Hot is hot. Pansy's not hot and she's a pure blood. …I can't think of a response to that, but believe me, when I do, it'll be good. Draco's evil voice inside his head started laughing at him. He lied back on his bed and put a pillow over his head.
"Trying to smother yourself, are you?" Granger said evenly. Draco shot upright. "No, it's alright. I approve of that."
Draco glared at her. First he couldn't think of a comeback to himself, and then Granger. What was the world coming to?
"Why do you have to wear my bedclothes anyway?" he muttered crossly. Judging by the look on Hermione's face, he had struck gold.
"Um… her clothes were… uh… too……small," she stammered looking at her little silk covered feet.
Draco laughed. "No way," he said giggling. "And you don't mean that they were too short
either... Hee hee. You should include that in
your letter to Weasley. It'll perk him right up. The only thing in your
letter that he'll be interested in."
Hermione looked mad now. "What makes you think I'm writing to Ron?" she spat.
Draco wandered over to Hermione casually, looking at the ceiling. "Oh, I don't know…" He snatched a piece of parchment out of her pocket. "This?"
Hermione tried to grab the letter back. "Give me that!!" she yelled franticly.
Draco laughed and read the letter out loud " 'Dear Ron, Remember how I told you that I was going to someone's house during the summer? I'm here,' " Draco paused at this point in the letter. "Oohh, you're telling him right off the bat? Brave." Hermione was still hopping up and down, trying to grab the letter from him. "Anyway, 'My host parents are an old man and woman that live just south of Clacton-on-Sea.' " Draco paused and looked at Hermione oddly. She sat down on his bed, shaking her head. " 'It's so boring here; there are no younglings to talk to.' " Draco folded up the letter and tossed it to Hermione.
"Why did you write this?" Draco asked, sitting on the bed.
Hermione let out a single laugh. "Oh yeah, like I'd really tell him I'm at Malfoy's house. He'd walk all the way over here just to get a chance to take a swipe at you. He'd be so mad at me for agreeing to stay here… not that I had a choice…"
Draco rolled his eyes. "That does sound like the Weasel."
Hermione nodded. "He's too protective, and he hates you more
then everyone in Gryffindor put together. He needs to loosen up."
A little Slytherin plan started to form in Draco's
little Slytherin mind. "Do you like him?" he said quietly, making
his voice sound soothing and comforting.
Hermione sighed. "There are times when I think so, but he's just so annoying! Sometimes I just want to rip off his head and spit down his neck."
Draco looked at her, startled. She was being creepy. He would be afraid to meet her in a dark alley after taking to Ron…
"What about you and Pansy? Do you like her?" Hermione asked, hugging her knees to her chest.
Draco couldn't help but laughing. "Ha. Just look at her! She's as stupid as she is ugly. She makes talking to Crabbe seem like a civilized conversation. It's all 'Ohh, those robes with that tunic!? What's she thinking!?' or 'Would you just look at her hair!?' Jeez."
Hermione laughed. Draco smiled and reclined himself. So this is what talking means… Draco opened his mouth to ask her a question, but froze. Uh-oh. Getting too cosy with the mud-blood…
Draco stood up abruptly. "So, lovely chatting, get out of my room, now," he said frankly.
Hermione looked at him somewhat offended. "Fine," she said, walking into the hallway and slamming the door.
Draco stared at the closed door. "Mud-blood bitch," he snapped.
"I HEARED THAT!" Granger called.
He rolled his eyes. Of course she did. He crawled into bed, rolled himself into a neat little ball, and stared at the roof of his four-poster bed, waiting for sleep…
He looked up at his father in admiration. He was the strongest man in the world! He had the best job, and brought home sacks of Galleons a day! And he had Mommy, the prettiest, nicest, and bestest in the whole wide world! People who came over to their house always told him that he looked like his Daddy. He looked at himself in the mirror proudly. Instead of chubby rosy cheeks, he saw pale thin ones. His eyes were not blue, but cool grey and his hair was not blonde and soft, but silver and sleek. And he was a million times taller!
Mommy came into the
room. She was crying. Daddy was yelling at her and saying something was all her
fault. Mommy kept on saying that it would have happened anyway.
Daddy hit her, and walked from the room.
He wanted to run to Mommy, to say sorry, but he was too afraid. He just sat in the corner and cried.
She walked into the Gryffindor Common Room. She was so relieved to see him. He was so bold and brave, he was The Boy Who Lived. She walked up to him, smiling. She tousled his dark hair, and held him close.
He had to stoop down low, to kiss her head. She could see his freckles. They were like little sunspots that matched his hair.
She looked around the green and silver room; everyone was looking at her. She looked up at his cool grey eyes, so soothing and comforting. It didn't matter what they thought, just her. Just her…
A/N: Uh, I don't really know what to say after that. Well I hope the quality of that took care of the rubbish I laughingly refer to as Chapter Four. Anyway, uhhhhh….. REVIEW!
PS: I decided to stop trying to write a chapter a day, BUT WAIT! BEFORE YOU FLAME! That way I can make my stories better, so you don't have to read stuff like Chapter Four.
~Gm and Bo the Wonder Monkey
