Chapter 2 : This summer might not be so bad after all
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"Snap out of it Granger! You are not going to make it through the summer if you keep thinking like that!" She got out of her chair and left her room.
As she went down the hall, she saw Draco in the bathroom washing his hands. She also noticed that he had changed; now he was wearing faded jeans, tennis shoes, and a wife beater that showed off everything his upper body had to offer. Draco glanced at her and noticed that she was staring at him.
He smirked, "See something you like?"
Hermione snapped out of it and glared at him. She walked over to the bathroom and pulled the door shut, then she jiggled the doorknob to the left a bit before going back to her room. She heard Draco turning the doorknob trying to open it, but it wouldn't budge.
"Dammit Granger, let me out!"
Hermione slowly walked back over to the door and easily opened it. Draco glared at her.
"You have to turn it just right, or it gets stuck." Hermione gave him an innocent smile.
"I'm glad you got that out of your system; you feel better now?"
"Much!" Hermione beamed at him. She turned on her heel and glided down the stairs. Draco watched her leaving, "That school uniform didn't do your body any justice." He commented under his breath.
He shut off the bathroom light and went downstairs.
Richard was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper, he saw Draco and smiled, "Are you ready to get started?"
Draco glanced at Hermione who was sitting at the table drinking juice; she was glaring at him.
Draco smirked at her, then looked back at Richard, "Yes, sir."
"Great; why don't we start with feeding, then we'll move onto cleaning."
Hermione scoffed, "Draco Malfoy cleaning; that'll be the day."
Draco shot daggers at Hermione.
"That’s enough Hermione!" her grandmother scolded.
Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco, "I'm gonna go feed Samson."
She got up and pushed herself passed Draco and went outside.
"Samson?" Draco asked.
"He's Hermione's horse." Richard explained.
"Well, let's get to it."
Draco followed Richard outside.
At two, Anna rang a bell signaling that it was time for lunch. Hermione was inside setting the table and she almost fell over laughing when Draco walked in. He had sweat practically dripping down his face, his hands were filthy, and his shirt wasn't white anymore. Hermione couldn't help but notice that he was still hot.
Hermione put another plate on the table and grinned, "All that after only feeding? Just wait until you clean the stalls."
Draco ignored her and looked at Anna, "I'm gonna go wash up."
Draco came downstairs ten minutes later with a new shirt, and clean hands. He sat across from Hermione at the table.
"Feel better?" She asked with a wicked grin.
Draco glared at her, "I don't see you out there, up to your knees in horse, cow, and pig shit." He spat just loud enough for only Hermione to hear.
"Oh, but that part's still to come, it's the greatest.”
"So then why aren't you out there doing it if you love it so much?”
"Because I'm in here helping my grandmother around the house. What, you don't think I could do this just as well as you? I saw the look on your face when you came in; you were disgusted beyond words. Face it; you're just a spoiled, rich, city boy who wouldn't know an honest day's work if it came up and bit you in the ass. You've never had to work for anything a day in your life!" Venom was dripping from every word.
"Why the hell do you think I'm here?! You think I'm here to spend time with you!? My father kicked me out and disowned me! I'm here so I can make enough money to actually pay for the college that I've been working my ass off in school for! I'd love nothing more than to leave this god forsaken place, and get as far away from you as possible, but I don't have a choice!"
Just then, Anna appeared with lunch.
Draco stood up, and slammed his chair into the table, "Sorry Mrs. Granger, but I’ve lost my appetite. I'm gonna go start on the stalls."
He didn't even look at Hermione as he stormed out of the house; she suddenly felt very bad. She had no idea that he was actually working for college; she just thought it was some stupid excuse so her grandfather would actually hire him. She was silent all through lunch. Afterwards, she cleared the table and washed the dishes, then went outside to find Draco.
When she found him, he was cleaning Samson's stall. She walked up and patted her favorite horse, "I'm sorry about what I said. I had no idea that your father...kicked you out."
"Yea; well, you don't know shit about me, and I don't need an apology from you."
"What the hell is your problem?! I said I was sorry! Since the day I met you, you've been nothing but a spoiled, rich, jerk, who never once had a single nice thing to say to me, and suddenly you're a new person...except for one thing. You've still got that cocky 'I'm better than you' attitude that you've always had. You're not better than me; you're right where I've been all my life, and I love my life! Actually, I'm not sorry about what I said, I meant every word! It's about damn time you were finally put in your place!"
Hermione stormed back to the house and went straight up to her room.
Draco stopped what he was doing and looked at Samson, "Shit." The horse stomped his foot in response.
She was absolutely right; after all the shit her put her through, he was finally getting what he deserved. Draco let out an exasperated sigh, patted Samson on the back, and finished his work.
When Draco was finally finished, it was around 7:30 and he...smelled...horrible! He went upstairs and was headed for the bathroom when he saw the light on in Hermione's room. He cautiously walked up and knocked on the door.
Hermione turned around and glared at Draco, "What do you want?"
He stood in her doorway, "I'm sorry."
She just stared at him.
"I really am. You were right about everything. I was a jerk and I never really thought about it until I was in your place...sort of. What I mean is...I was an asshole. I'm sorry."
Hermione looked at him for a minute, "It's ok. I'm sorry I just assumed all that stuff about you coming to work here. I can only imagine what it was like to get kicked out. I'm not even gonna ask, ‘cause it's none of my business. Can I say one thing though?"
"Go take a shower, you smell really bad."
For the first time since she'd known him, Draco gave Hermione a genuine smile, "Good idea."
Twenty minutes later, Draco got out of the bathroom and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Hermione. She had on a black tank top that was about an inch above her belly button, jean shorts that went to her mid thigh, and sandals. Her hair was curled just enough to frame her face. She was also wearing a tiny amount of dark blue eye shadow and black eyeliner; just enough makeup to accentuate her eyes.
Hermione noticed him staring at her, "What?"
Hermione smiled, “So you’ve said.”
"Where are you going dressed like that?"
"There's a lake about a mile away. During the summer a bunch of kids like to hang out there at night. That's pretty much all there is to do out here. It's not much, but it's fun. You wanna come?"
"Yea sure; gimme five minutes."
Draco disappeared into his room and came out five minutes later. He was wearing blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a red button down shirt. His hair was spiked up and he had a silver chain around his neck.
Hermione gave him the same look he had given her; he was gorgeous. Hermione pushed the thoughts aside, "Ready?"
When they got downstairs, they said goodnight to Richard and Anna and headed out the back door. Draco studied Hermione as they were walking; her ears were pierced three times on each side and her cartilage was pierced on her left ear. She'd painted her nails dark purple, she had rings on six fingers, about a million little silver bracelets on her right wrist, an ankle bracelet, and three toe rings. Something else caught his eye; on her lower back was a tattoo of a red rose with barbed wire wrapped around it, surrounded by flames.
"You have a tattoo?"
"Wow, nothing gets by you."
"You've really changed since school."
"No, I haven't changed; you just never took the time to actually get to know me. There's a lot that you don't know about me Mr. Malfoy."
"Really; what do I have to do to find out?"
"I'll have to think about that." Hermione smirked at him.
Draco heard the faint sound of music somewhere up ahead; the closer they got, the louder the music got. When they finally got there, there were about thirty kids, most of them their age, a stereo blasting music, a few lanterns spread all over, and a huge bonfire right in the center of everything. Some kids were swimming in the lake, some were dancing, but most of them were just standing around talking.
Hermione saw some of her friends and turned to Draco, "You gonna be ok? No body bites." She smiled.
He rolled his eyes, "I think I can take care of myself mom."
Hermione winked at him, "Have fun."
She left Draco and went over to a group of girls standing by the fire.
A tall, skinny red-head named Vanessa spoke first, "Hey girl, we were wondering if you were gonna show."
"Are you kidding, I wouldn't miss this."
A blond named Carly grinned at Hermione, "Who's the stud?"
Hermione saw Carly eyeing Draco, "I went to school with him; he's working on my grandparent's farm this summer."
"He's staying at your house all summer? Why can't I ever be that lucky?" A petite brunette with glasses frowned.
"He's gorgeous; does he have a girlfriend?" Vanessa asked?
"I don't know; I don't think so." Hermione was studying Draco.
"Then why aren't you over there with him?" Carly asked.
Hermione snickered, "We have a complicated past."
"Really? Do tell."
”We grew up together and to say the least, we didn’t get along.”
“So then why did you come here with him?”
“He’s different now. He actually has a heart…I think.”
“That’s not all he has.” Vanessa said as she was checking him out.
The girls broke into a fit of giggles.
Meanwhile, Draco was looking around at all the people when a tall guy with black hair approached Draco, "You've got a fan club."
Draco looked at the guy and he pointed to Hermione and her friends who were still looking at him.
Draco and the other guy both smiled, "I'm Eric."
"Draco." They shook hands.
"I've never seen you here before."
"I'm working on the Granger farm for the summer."
"The Grangers; so you've met their granddaughter Hermione."
"I actually grew up with her."
"Really? Lucky guy, she's a hot one; feisty too.”
Draco looked at Hermione, "Yea, that she is."
Draco's eyes locked with Hermione's; she blushed and looked away.
For the next three hours, Hermione and Draco mingled with almost everyone, occasionally stealing glances at each other. Around two 'o clock, Hermione headed over to Draco, "You want to go home? I need my beauty sleep."
Draco smiled, "Look's like you get plenty of that."
Hermione rolled her eyes, “Come on Romeo.” She said goodnight to her friends and went back to the farm.
When they got upstairs, Draco smiled, "Thanks."
"For what?" she asked.
"For taking me there. I needed to get my mind off of...things."
"Anytime. Goodnight Malfoy."
"'Night Granger." They exchanged smirks, then went to their rooms.
When Draco got into bed, he smiled, "This summer might actually turn out ok."
He turned his light off and was asleep instantly.
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