Chapter 2

day 1, sort of

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The next day:

Hermione was packing her bags when Ron came in around 8 p.m. He scared her when he came into her room. Ginny was still at Neville's home.

"What are you doing? Where are you going?" he asked, looking very concerned, as usual. He's always been worried about her about everything she did.

"Well, I found a cleaning job today." Ron looked baffled.

"You're going out of state?"

"No. I'm going to be a live-in maid."

"Oh." Ron looked disappointed.

"I don't like the sound of that Mione."

"I'll be fine." Hermione tried to hold her face straight so she wouldn't cry. She stiffened up her posture and starred at Ron, directly in the eye. Ron looked away, then walked over to her and put his arms around her, in a friendly hug. Or was it?

"But I don't want you to go Mione!" she felt his warm tears against her cheeks and that did it. She began to cry more than he did. She dropped the suitcase on the bed and hugged him tightly.

"I don't want to go either Ron, but I have to. You know how things are now." she said as calmly as she could.

"Well Ron, I have to be going now." She choked back the rest of her tears as she turned to pick up the suitcase. She turned back to Ron and just stood there.

"Hermione,"

"Yes, Ronald?"

"I, I lo- I'm happy for you." he couldn't get up the courage to say it. All these years he's been hiding from this, but he had to put it behind himself just until she was gone.

"Thank you Ron." Hermione began to walk out of the room, when suddenly, she felt Ron grab her hand. She spun around with a 'What are you doing?' look. He grabbed her head and french kissed her, long and passionately. Her suitcase dropped to the floor as she hugged his body. Ron was still crying when he let go. She picked up the suitcase, and they didn't exchange any more words after that. She went downstairs to her car and drove off.

'This must be it.' she thought, wiping the last of the tears off of her face. She leaned her head on the steering wheel for a few seconds, thinking about Ron, then she got out of the car and went through the iron gates.

"Who is it?" a deep voice came from the beautiful mansion's intercom box.

"It's the maid." Hermione replied back. She was buzzed in and she marveled at the room she'd just walked into. 'Wow...this is so beautiful!' the walls were painted a dull silvery-green with beautiful furniture. Couches, cabinets, white drapes, white plush carpet, everything she expected from this rich family. 'I wonder if they have any children.'

A man came down the marble staircase, dressed in a blank, but elegant white top with cargo pants. To be rich, he certainly didn't dress the part. Hermione dared to speak to him.

"This is a nice living room you have here. Never seen anything like it."

"Well, thank you. This is the waiting room." Hermione felt embarrassed as she got up an followed him.

"And this is your room. I hope you feel welcome." he left her to unpack.

"After you unpack, I'll need you to clean my bedroom right away. It's all the way at the end of the hall." he called up to her. Hermione unpacked and threw herself on the big fluffy white bedspread. She hugged a pillow and rolled off, deciding that she'd need to start imediantly if she wanted to keep a job as good as this one. She walked down the long hallway and slowly turned the golden doorknob.

Her jaw dropped as she starred at the bathrooms on either side of the walls, the huge four poster bed with golden snakes wrapped around each post, the green and silver silk bedspread also with a snake in the middle, and the window seat under the largest window she'd ever seen.

Hermione walked in slowly and looked up. She was amazed to see Greek style paintings of an angel. She thought the angel looked familiar. She then began by making up his bed. She smoothed the covers gently. Then she looked around for something else to do. There really wasn't much to do in this area.

She saw a broom up against the wall and decided to get something she saw under his bed that looked like junk. She couldn't help but wonder whey he had a broom in his room when he had carpet. She bent over and swept the items towards her. She pulled out first an old piece of chocolate that looked like a frog with it's head bitten off. Next she pulled out a sock. The last thing she pulled out interested her. It was some old letters. She read one.

Dear friend,

I've been meaning to get in contact with you ever since school has been out. Now that school's over, I say let's be friends. I want to apologize for what I've done to you in the past years. Let me make it up to you. Please.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy

Hermione dropped the letters and her mouth hung wide open. As she glanced back at the letters, she noticed a corner of a picture under one. She dared to pick it up to see who he was sending it too. The back of the letter showed first and she read it out loud. "You were always beautiful in my eyes, no matter what anyone else ever said. Including your friends. The way they talked about you behind your back was terrible." she then looked puzzled.

She turned the picture over to reveal who it was.

"OMG, ME? WHY ME?" she screamed. Draco dashed into his room, thinking the dumb maid had done something to harm herself already.

"Is everything alright?" He stood in the doorway.

"Why are you going through my things!" He quickly swooped down on her like a hawk and snatched the letters and pictures from her hands.

"Well I was trying to clean, Mr. Malfoy!" she got up and put her hands on her hips.

"Well next time you find something of mine, hands off! Leave them alone." Hermione heard footsteps approaching the room.

"Who are you?" a woman with black short hair and a pug nose asked, also placing her hands on her shapely hips. Hermione thought in her mind who it could be, then it hit her.

"Pansy?" she said out loud. She put her hands over her mouth and the couple looked at her funny.

"How do you know my name, Draco, get this woman out of my house!" Draco gave Pansy a disgusted look and shuddered when he looked at her over made up face.

'Damn father, why couldn't you pick someone whom I didn't hate to marry?' he thought to himself.

"This is the maid. I told her your name." he lied.

"You're ordering bimbo maids behind my back!" she yelled.

"I am not a bimbo. Don't get me mixed up with yourself." Hermione snapped, not realizing she could've been fired at that moment.

Draco laughed. 'She's funny.'

Pansy gasped, and stormed out of the room.

"Would you like any help with anything else Mr. Malfoy?" Hermione asked, confused and a little pissed that she had to work for her enemy.

"That'll be all sweety." he winked at her and walked out after Pansy.

Hermione went to her room and used the phone that came with it.

"I mean, who the hell does he think he is calling me "sweety"!"She yelled into the phone. Ginny and Ron giggled on the other line. She was happy to talk to them again.

"Oh, the kettle's whistling I'll be right back." Ginny put down the phone then Ron was left with Hermione on the other line.

"So...hi." he nervously said.

"Ron, I need to tell you something, this man I work for he's really-" Hermione was cut off by Malfoy's cursing and yelling downstairs in the kitchen.

"MAID! WHERE IS SHE!"

"I gotta go Ron. I'll tell you latter."

"But-" she hung up and ran down to the kitchen. After all, it was her job, no matter how bad she hated both Malfoy and Pansy.

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