A/N: Here is my newest chapter. I also have a new fanfic out for those of you who are interested. It's called A Dangerous Infatuation. It is a HG/DM pairing for those of you looking for something like that. Anyways. Here we go! Thank you to all of my great and faithful reviewers! Muwah! X
A Mudblood's Slave?
"What are you looking at?" Draco asked sharply. His eyes fell upon the small white kitten that was watching him with immense interest. The little white kitten stared up at him with big gray eyes, whereas Draco stared back with cold gray ones a tinge darker than the kitten's.
"Meow," the kitten purred up at him. He rolled his eyes.
"Easy for you to say," Draco snapped.
"Who are you talking to?" Hermione asked coming into the small kitchen drying her long wavy hair with a fluffy white towel.
"Just the snowy nuisance down there," he muttered, pointing to the puffball that was rolling around on the floor batting at the hem of Draco's robes. Draco tired of this game quickly and grabbed the kitten around its middle, bringing it up to eye level with him.
"Quit it," he growled. The kitten began to purr loudly and it nudged Draco's nose affectionately.
"Why can't you just be nice to her?" Hermione asked.
"Because I am the all-powerful evil Draco Malfoy. I hate all furry cuddly creatures and the color pink," Draco said dramatically. Hermione giggled and sat down across from him. The little kitten scampered across the table to Hermione and snatched a piece of ham out of her sandwich then hopped off landing on the floor, to eat it under Draco's chair.
"I swear that kitten has it out for me," Hermione said thoughtfully. "She won't let me touch her but she'll steal most of the ham in my sandwich."
"My kind of cuddly creature then," Draco said. "I've always liked animals that can make off with the meat of a muggleborn's sandwich."
Hermione scowled at him. "Did you make these?" she asked opening one of the left over sandwiches and grabbing some more ham.
"Yes," Draco muttered. "Although I wasn't quite sure if I should put any of that weird smelling yellow stuff on them…Then you have that creamy white stuff in there too. I didn't know if those were meant for sandwiches."
"Mayonnaise and mustard? You can put them on a sandwich if you like," Hermione said through a mouthful of bread and ham. "Because this is sort of dry."
"Yes well, I've never been much of a cook," Draco sighed.
"Speaking of food," Hermione said carefully. "I owled Matthias Llewellyn this morning and I decided to go on that date with him. He replied and told me that he wanted to take me to dinner tonight."
"That's nice," Draco said dully. He then got up and put his plate in the sink. "Hope that works out well for you."
"Well I think it will be a welcome change," Hermione said stubbornly. She never would've thought in a million years that she'd be sitting here in her kitchen arguing with her childhood nemesis about her love life.
"I don't know about welcome," Draco muttered. "But it will be a change you weren't expecting."
"What are you bitching about?" Hermione asked.
"Bitching? Me? Never!" Draco said. He then entered his room, his snowy nuisance frolicking after him. "As for me, I'm going to work on the house…you bitch," he added under his breath.
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Ron entered through the gates in front of Hermione's home. He heard a lot of banging and crashing. Suddenly Draco immerged on the porch of Hermione's run down mansion, holding a sledgehammer.
The next scene now proceeds in slow motion with sexy man music playing in the background:
Draco came down the steps of the mansion, wiping the sweat from his brow. He then flicked his head from side to side, his blonde hair catching the sunshine as it flew in the air away from his face. He then pushed his golden locks away from his forehead, took off his shirt and used it to wipe the sweat away from his pale muscular body, his muscles rippling, and glistening. He picks up a bucket filled with water and lifts it above his head, letting it pour on him like a waterfall.
He then flexes and cracks his sore joints, giving out a manly grunt just as he notices Ronald Weasley staring at him with is mouth ajar.
Slow motion ends…Draco's sexy moment is over. Sexy man music comes to an abrupt stop.
"Are you a voyeur or something?" Draco snapped. "Standing there watching me take my clothes off in that creepy secretive way."
"Well not many people I know are indecent enough to strip in broad daylight when someone can see," Ron said defensively.
"Are you uncomfortable because you have homosexual tendencies?" Draco asked smirking evilly. "And I shouldn't have to be decent seeing as we're located out in the middle of nowhere."
"Whatever," Ron snapped. "Is Mione around?"
"She's in the house around the back," Draco said picking up his sledgehammer again. "Anyways, I've got to get back to work in there, and I'm sure you can find it on your own."
Without another word Ron walked off hurriedly to go find his best friend.
"Homosexual tendencies," Ron fumed. He knocked on the door of Hermione's little house and she came to the door with a cordless flat iron in her hand. Her hair was half straight and half curly.
"Ron!" she said happily. "To what do I owe this surprise visit?"
"A hug and a kiss would be nice," he said with a sheepish smile. She giggled and did what he asked for, and when she went to kiss his cheek he moved sharply and captured her mouth with his lips. Her eyes widened in surprise and her cheeks flushed. When he broke away she found herself very confused as to what had just happened.
Draco came around the corner, his sledgehammer thrown over his shoulder.
"I decided I-" but he paused when he noticed the close proximity in which the two were standing, their mouths only an inch away from each other's. "Whoops… Didn't mean to interrupt," Draco said, his nostrils flared slightly, a disturbed expression gracing his sharp features. He had the little kitten perched on his shoulder as he turned and walked away quickly.
"Meow," the kitten squeaked in his ears.
"I know Snowflake," he said patting the small kitten's behind. "It's okay. Just look away."
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An hour later Ron appeared and he was walking towards the gate.
"You know that she's getting ready to go on a date right?" Draco drawled from the porch steps on which he sat. He was sipping a butterbeer.
Ron paused sharply.
"What?" he asked turning towards Draco.
"Yeah, that's why she was straightening her hair. Didn't she tell you?" he said, a malicious grin appearing on his face.
"Draco!" came a shrill cry from Hermione. "I can't believe you told him that!"
"Well gosh Granger," Draco said, his cold gray eyes widening innocently. "You'd think you would've already said something about it, wouldn't you? Seeing as he is your best friend and all."
Hermione's eyes narrowed to slits and her face reddened.
"You," she growled threateningly, pointing at Draco.
"You're going on a date?" Ron snarled.
"Bye!" Draco said his eyes filled with malevolent humor. He headed towards the porch steps.
"Oh no you don't!" Hermione screeched, hurrying towards Draco. With that he turned and hauled ass into the house, slamming the old wooden door behind him seeing as he'd planted the seed of chaos. Now he was going to get the hell out before it sprouted into something ugly.
Hermione let out a frustrated groan and turned to face Ron.
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"I don't know, what do you think?" Draco asked Snowflake from behind the closed door. "Perhaps I shouldn't have done that to her…"
Snowflake looked at him innocently and let out a small meow.
"Yes, I thought it was hilarious too! I'm glad you approve of such obscene behavior." Draco said, scooping the kitten up and waltzing out of the room.
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"We're not in a relationship Ronald!" she yelled.
"Well if you don't feel anything for me then why did you let me kiss you?" he snarled.
"You caught me off guard! What was I supposed to do? Bite your tongue?" Hermione screamed.
"So who is he then?" Ron asked.
"That's none of your business," Hermione snapped, crossing her arms against her breasts.
"Tell me, Mione, at least you could do that," Ron said.
"I don't owe you anything," Hermione said although she was no longer yelling.
"Please. I just want to know. It isn't Malfoy is it?" he asked, his eyes wide with worry.
Hermione looked at him as though she would rip his heart out and feed it to him. She then screeched, picked up a hoe and threw it at him. Of course it didn't make it across the yard but he tried to dodge anyway.
"No! You'd think you'd at least give me more credit than that!" she bellowed.
"Hey!" came Draco's voice from inside the house. She turned, her straight hair falling into her face, red from being infuriated. Draco was standing in front of the living room window.
She then picked up a large rock and heaved it at the window. He ducked out of the way.
"I don't want to hear anything out of you for quite awhile!" she screeched. She then turned to Ron again. "For your information his name is Matthias Llewellyn and he's an-"
"The American journalist?" Ron snapped. "That guy's married!"
"What?" Hermione asked.
A/N: YAAAAAAAY! Here is your chapter. Sorry it took me so long. My mind was stripped of a good way to write this chapter. Thank you to my friend for helping me come up with ideas. I love her. :D Review. I'm hoping to reach 140. Pfft yeah right. :D reviews please! Love you all.