Hermione's 50 First Dates: Meeting Mr. Plumber
Hermione’s 50 First Dates
By DreamWeaver
Date Two: Meeting Mr. Plumber
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Hermione groaned as she turned over to her side. Even while she continued to fumble over sheets and cover her head with her pillow, she could still hear her that blasted faucet leak.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Mustering up whatever strength that was left of her, she rose from her bed and donned her bed robe and proceeded off to her kitchen where the leak was heard the loudest.
Ugh! What does it take to get a girl some sleep? She thought angrily. That stupid faucet was disturbing her precious moments of sleep which was rather rare those days.
Now where did I keep that bloody drill? It must be here somewhere. Ah! There it is!
She quickly plugged it to a nearby electric outlet and heard it roar to life.
Wonderful she mused. Now let’s get this leak a-fixing.
A few hours later, the sun had risen, spreading its wonderful life-giving rays to every inhabitant in the planet that was currently facing it. Oh, you know, the part of the story when night becomes day. Figure it out on your own if you can’t get it.
Anyways, what had begun as a harmless leak turned into a full blown flood in Hermione Granger’s apartment.
Great….I’m cold and I’m tired. This is not what I intended.
Splashing herself towards her living room, she went on to dial the local plumber’s number.
“Hello? Is this Ferret’s Water Services?”
“Yes, how may I help you?”
“I have a major leak here...Mind if you come by and fix it?…like now?”
“We’ll send someone over… where are you located Madame?”
“Room 64, Aplodontia rufa Apartments”
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Knock.
Knock.
She opened the door to reveal a young man leaning sexily-no, what I meant was, lazily, on her door.
“Well, that was fast.” She said.
“Destroying your water sources again, Granger?” he said, raising a blonde eyebrow at her.
“Oh, shut up, Malfoy, and just fix the damn leak.” She retorted as she closed the door behind them.
He sniggered. “Lead the way, your highness.” He added mockingly.
But of course, Malfoy seemed to know his way around Hermione’s apartment. Since he was a frequent visitor-fixing leaks every other day after Hermione manages to wreck havoc in her tactlessness.
“What did you do now, Hermione?” He asked questioningly as he spotted a number of holes in it.
“Woot!” he whistled. “You sure did a number at the poor thing.”
He could have sworn he saw her fidget. But then again, she would never admit it.
“Well…I drilled it.” She said timidly, swinging her legs as she sat atop her kitchen table.
“What? Speak up. I can’t hear you.”
“I said, ‘I drilled it’.” She answered, her head bowed low.
“Are you daft, woman?! Why would you drill a leak?!” he exclaimed. His pants were slowly getting wet from his over longed exposure to her soaked floors.
“Well, excuse me for being so utterly dreadful at fixing leaks since it’s supposed to be your job.” She said wincing at him.
She heard him sigh and shake his head.
“Is it bad?” she asked behind him.
“Hmm… let’s see now.. Aside from the fact that you completely totaled your faucet and drilled a million holes in it, I could say that everything is fine.” He said sarcastically.
“That bad, huh?” She flung herself down on the table.
“You might want to transfer where you’re lying down, Granger.” He smirked, “I don’t think that table can hold you down for much longer.”
“Why you insufferable-“
He cut her off from what she was saying by waving his pointer finger at her.
“Now, now Granger. I’m trying to work here.”
She huffed and refused to watch him any longer instead she moved to her living room to dial some pizza for breakfast. Yes, her and her weird food quirks.
He worked on the mauled faucet for hours, stopping only to go to the loo or taunt Hermione mercilessly on how unflattering her hair was that day which earned him a rather well deserved bump in the head.
He later caught her on watching TV while eating a delicious slice of bacon and cheese pizza.
“Well, your leak is fixed” He said, “For the meantime.”
“Oh, goody.” She answered monotonously. “How much do I owe you, Ferret Boy?”
“Well, I guess a second date would suffice.”
He smirked as she gave her all-knowing smile.
“Next time though… try not to carve my name on your faucet. It’s a tad bit obvious if you do that.” He added laughingly.
Hermione smirked.
“I’ll try not to do that”
Fin.