Chapter 4

For the money

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A/n: sup peeps, i never got so many reviews for so few chapters b4. So yea...

"Oh Ron, I don't think I should work today."

"Why not?" there was a silence then the sound of Hermione vomiting on the other line.

"Oh."

"I really need some rest Ron. I'll talk some other time."

"But every time you say that, it becomes weeks before I even hear from you again." Ron stated, sadly.

"I'm sorry Ron, but my job comes first now."

-silence-

"Ron?"

-dial tone-

Hermione hung up the phone and went back to sleep.

"Okay, so I put the chicken in the square portal and press 1:30? I think that's right..." Malfoy fumbled with the microwave until he got it open. While the chicken was heating he took out a can of chicken broth.

"Can opener thingy." he went in the cabinet and found it then held it up. He furrowed his brows and began to bang it against the side of the can. Hermione heard him and got frustrated.

"As soon as I go to sleep dumb dumb wants to make loud noises!" she grumbled to herself while she rolled out of bed with her pillow. She stormed down the stairs to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway when she saw him continue to put small dents into the can.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Hermione yelled over the racket. He didn't hear her so she threw her pillow at him.

"Oh, good morning." he sneered at her.

"What are you doing?" she tried to ask in a more calm voice.

"Making chicken soup."

"That's my job. Let me do it because it's obvious you can't."

"The soup is for you." Why is he being nice to me all of a sudden? What do I need soup for?

"It's not going to stay down. But...thank you."

Hermione walked over to the velvet green chair closest to the bathroom.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" Malfoy asked. He put the can down and sat at the table with her.

"No."

"I see. When did you start drinking?"

"What's it to you?"

"I just need to know, that's all."

"I started drinking when I lost my last job a few years ago. I was the leader, the boss! Until one day one of my employee's charged me with sexual harassment, which I didn't do. And I lost my job."

Malfoy twitched in his seat. Sexual harassment. He loved messing with her, physically and mentally. Not because she was Hermione, but because she was a beautiful woman.

"That's a dumb reason to get fired." he answered back.

"You would know."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Last night, in the bathroom? Pansy's not here. I should kick your ass."

"I thought you said you didn't remember anything."

"I lied."

Malfoy was starring at her breasts.

"There you go again." she insisted.

"There I go again with what?"

"Oh, then you lie about it!" she got up and put him in a head lock.

"Nice job." Malfoy responded.

"You couldn't kill a hogfly with that move. Let me show you how it's done." he stood up with Hermione's arms still around his neck. He undid them and turned around.

"I quit. This is childish." Hermione protested. He tripped her as she was walking away and got on top of her.

"Play fighting is childish. We can take it to the next level." he replied.

"Don't you dare!" she pushed him off and ran. she jumped over a few couches and climbed some steps. This is kind of fun! Who knew Malfoy could have fun like this?

She began laughing and so did Malfoy. When he finally caught her they landed on a couch in the upstairs hallway. She was on top of him though. Her stomach began to upset.

"I gotta go to the bathroom."

"Not so fast sweety." Hermione smacked him for that and ran into the bathroom then locked the door and began to vomit again. Malfoy leaned against the bathroom door on the other side.

"You okay in there?" he asked. He hated hearing people throw up, which sometimes caused him to do it.

"Do I sound okay?"

"If you let me in I can give you a toothbrush."

"Why should I brush my teeth if I'm just going to throw up again?"

"Because that was the last time. You only throw up so many times before the hangover passes."

Hermione flushed the toilet and looked into the medicine cabinet, embroidered with diamonds. She took out a silver toothbrush with an S on it and began brushing her teeth.

"What are you doing in there?" he asked.

"Brushing my teeth." her answer was slurred by the toothpaste. She opened the door.

"Hey, what does S stand for?" she held out the toothbrush.

"Slytherin- HEY! That was my toothbrush!"

"Past tense, WAS your toothbrush."she said as she rinsed her mouth out. Malfoy was flustering mad and was ready to hit something.

"I STILL HATE YOU, GRANGER! I don't know what I was thinking! Letting you out of all people stay in MY house!"

"What? How do you know I'm Hermione?"

He took her id out of his pocket.

"You're stalking me?"

"NO I'M NOT."

"Well if you knew it was me then why didn't you kick me out when you found out?"

"BECAUSE YOU WERE DRUNK!"

"DON'T YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME!" she threw the toothbrush in the sink and attempted to smack him again. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close.

"Don't ever hit me again, or there will be consequences."

"You know what, I'll leave at the end of the week. I can't take this anymore. Just give me my paycheck and I'm out of here by Friday."

"No way. If you leave, I'll make sure you never get another job again. And I know how bad you need the money. Face it, you're stuck here with me. And that means I can torture you."

Hermione began to cry.

"Aw, look at the little mudblood cry." he let her go and she ran to her room.

"That's right! Run to your room!"

Later that night:

"What's wrong Hermione?" Ginny asked on the phone. Hermione was still crying.

"It's Malfoy!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I work for Malfoy and Pansy! And it's terrible!"

"Oh, Herm, just come home and we'll talk about it."

"I can't."

"You know you can come home anytime."

"He threatened me. If I leave, I'll never get another job ever. And he can do that, he's rich." Hermione sobbed.

"Oh my..."

"And he does things to me that I don't want to do Ginny! I'm scarred! But this is the only way I can make a living. As soon as I get enough money, I'll move out."

"How much does he pay you now?"

"Only ten dollars an hour. But he only pays me if I let him have his way with me." Hermione's cries became louder.

There was a silence on the phone.

"Why doesn't he do those things to Pansy?"

"He doesn't love her."

"He doesn't love you either."

"I know. I can't quit. I have to make this money."

"I don't know what to do."

"Don't do anything. Don't tell Ron either. He'll come after Malfoy. I have to go now." Hermione hung up without even saying bye. She didn't know what to do so she just laid in her bed starring at the ceiling. Someone entered the room a few minutes later and she prepared for the worst.

A/n: yea. Review, i kno it wasn't that good of a chapter but it's getting there.