The Clever Little Fox
Authors Note: This is my first ever fanfiction and so I apologise in advance if there are any blatant errors or fanfiction no-no's. Any advice is greatly appreciated. There will be a few cliff-hangers, but I am aiming for lots of short chapters which will be quickly updated- therefore less finger-nail biting waits.
Just a quick explanation, I am doing this as a birthday present for one of my friends who is obsessed with fanfiction. I told her she could dictate all, any or none of the parameters of this story. She gave me three options and, after melding two of them together, this is what I have come up with.
Disclaimer: Do I own anything Harry Potter you ask? Ask me again after Christmas, I am hoping then my answer will be something other than a resounding 'no'.
Chapter One
"Hey, pretty lady." A hand appeared in her periphery, reaching clumsily for her waist.
No, NOT happening. Dodge the hand, dodge the hand!
Pale grey eyes peered blearily down at her. "Do I know you?"
He doesn't know me? She sniffed indignantly. Nose twitching after she caught his drunken stench.
Pulling a lopsided smirk, he took a step forward and continued, "You sure are pretty, pretty lady."
Merlin! Better stop him before he becomes repetitive.
Taking a step back she smiled brightly, "Erm, no Malfoy, you don't know me. I'm, ah, a foreign exchange student!"
Ooh, real quick thinking Hermione!
He looked puzzled, leaned forward. "You don't sound foreign…"
Crap!
"Zat iz because my French iz very… English!?!"
OK, mentally hanging my head in shame at that amazing display of intelligence.
"Oh", he shrugged away his confusion and inched towards her. "Can I kiss you now?"
Phew, luckily he can't hold his liquor. Who knew- wait…
Realisation dawned upon her. "WHAT?!!!"
Backing away she prepared to turn tail and run. Only to be met with the unyielding stone of the castle wall.
He's cornered me! The drunken, evil git!
Malfoy stalked towards her. Well, as stalkish-like as his inebriated state would allow.
I am a clever, independent woman!
He drew closer.
He shall not intimidate me… Eeek!
Now he was so close she could count his individual eyelashes.
He's left me no choice…
***
In the shadows, unbeknownst to the unlikely pair, a figure watched on. He saw a light brown fox dodge between a drunken Malfoy's legs. He had seen where the fox had appeared from. He knew where the girl had gone. A slice of light illuminated white teeth pulled back in a self-satisfied smirk.
"Found her…"
Author's Note: I promise your questions will be answered. All reviews are greatly appreciated. Thanks for those who have already done so (before I updated this chapter)- it means more than you can know.