Nasty, Naughty Boy
Prologue
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(A/N: This is an excerpt from a later chapter. Also, if you see any spelling or grammar mishaps please inform me immediately so that they can be fixed.)
Hermione climbed out of bed and pulled on some comfortable black gym shorts and threw on a purple t-shirt, before heading off to breakfast. She arrived at the Great Hall and silently walked over to the Gryffindor table and took a seat. Ron, Lavender, Harry, Ginny, Neville, and Dean were already there.
Hermione chanced a glance at "Won-Won" and "Lav-Lav" at the breakfast table. They were truly sickening. For God's sake, it was Saturday morning. She was seated next to Ginny, who sat cringing every time they snogged, which, unfortunately, was frequently. Hell, "Lav-Lav" was, nearly, giving Ron a lap dance. Rolling her eyes she looked at Harry, who pretended to gag. Hermione and Ginny giggled softly at Harry's display.
"Well, if it isn't Pothead, Weasel-bee, and Mudblood," came a cold familiar voice. Malfoy smirked, as did Adrian Pucey, Blaise Zabini, Marcus Flint, Theodore Nott, Gregory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe. Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes followed by Harry and Ginny who gave an eye roll of their own while "Won-Won" and "Lav-Lav" finally came up for air wearing confused looks.
"Sod off, Malfoy. I mean, by God, can't we bloody well have a peaceful morning. I mean, it's bad enough I have to hold my food down while Ron and Lavender practically shag on the table, but you," Hermione exclaimed," Never mind."
Everyone stared at Hermione as if she had three heads. Malfoy had a look of respect on his face due to her brutal honesty, along with the rest of the Slytherins, Harry and Ginny were biting their tongues to keep from laughing, Ron was turning red from embarrassment, and Lavender looked furious.
"You're just jealous because no one will ever like you, Granger. You will always be the same bushy-haired, know-it-all, mudblood prude," snapped Lavender. Everyone looked to Hermione.
"I AM NOT A PRUDE!!" Hermione shrieked.
"Prove it," replied Lavender with a smirk.
"Room of Requirement, ten o'clock, 6th and 7th years only. Bring something sexy, not slutty that is if you have anything, "Lav-Lav"", smirked Hermion