A/N: MY FIRST FAN FIC EVA! I HOPE YOU ALL REALLY LYKE IT. THANX TO MY GIRL KEISHA FOR HELPING ME SPELL.
Hermione Granger had the perfect life. She was really smart at school, had a boyfriend named Ron Weasley, and had finally figured out how to tame her bushy afro. Over the summer, she'd visited her French cousin, named Cecilia Cornelia Cynthia Granger. Cecee, for short, taught Hermione how to apply makeup and how to straighten her hair and how to stop dressing like a librarian. Hermione knew that her makeover had worked really good because when she got onto the Hogwarts Express, all of the boys were staring at her! Even Hagrid!
Hermione found a carriage and it so happened that Draco Malfoy was in it! Hermione hated Draco because he was mean and said mean things about Ron and Harry. But for some reason, she couldn't help but notice his blindingly white, silky, smooth, translucent, healthy, thick, thin, perfect blond hair. And he had large eyes of shining sapphires mixed in with fluffy storm clouds. He was slender yet muscular and his cherry, ruby, full, plump lips were in that signature smirk. Hermione felt her heart flutter like the soft wings of three thousand butterflies. She put her hand to her chest and gasped.
"GET OUT MUDBLOOD!" Malfoy screamed with the fire of a thousand suns. (A/N: Good analogy, right?)
Hermione put her hands on her hips.
"I'm Head Girl, I can sit wherever I want!" she said.
Draco rose from his seat, swaggering over to Hermione. He was so close that he could have kissed her. (A/N: But not yet! Haha!)
Hermione could smell his breath, which smelled like roses. She suddenly felt bewitched by Malfoy and his handsomeness. She felt a bit woozy and queasy and vertigo, but that could be because of the chicken salad she ate before getting on the train. She suddenly noticed how lovely his pale skin shone and that she could clearly see all of his veins attempting to burst out of his forehead, like a nuclear rocket on a Thursday evening in late January when there's freshly fallen snow on the cold, cold ground.
"May I tell thou how stunning thou looks when tho arts angry?" he whispered in a silky voice enough to make her knees feel like flattened butter sat on by an obese woman.
Hermione nearly swooned. But then she thought about Ron and how attractive he looked when large chunks of food were swimming around in his mouth.
"No, you may not!" she said.
And then, just as Draco reached out to touch her cheek, Hermione punched him in the face. Draco flew back into his seat and started to cry really hard. Hermione laughed triumphantly. Then she decided to go find Harry and Ron.
The train smelled of old moose droppings.