AN: This is my third Harry Potter Fic. My second Novel length one. Hope you enjoy, and remember, no matter how much I would love to take credit for the amazing works of J. K. Rowling I, sadly do not own anything related to Harry Potter except this plot.
Chapter One: Issues with Essays
"MALFOY! I'm going to bloody kill you some day, and when I do I will not feel one drop of remorse for it!" the evil, dykadelic, mud blood, Gryffindor, bitch, for a head girl screamed at me from her room.
'Oh goody, now I get to listen to her rant and rave about how truly EVIL I am for going through her things again. Tough luck this time Granger, it wasn't me!' I thought to myself spitefully as she came storming down the stairs, her face red with rage. Not a particularly good color for some one with such a beautifully tanned complexion. "What on earth are you over reacting about now Granger?" I taunt calmly not bothering to look up from my Herbology essay. I know what she looks like when she's angry, I don't need to gaze upon the 'mystifyingly' disgusting creature known as Hermione Granger, every time she utters her unwanted opinion about everything.
"You know exactly what I'm angry over you infuriatingly arrogant pompous ferret!" She screeches at me. Oh dear, I have made quite a mess of this whole making fun of her deal haven't I? For those of you who don't know my persona, yes that was a very sarcastic statement on my part. And to clarify before I get any further into this narrative, Hermione Granger is Evil in my point of view because she tries to be so bloody perfect. That is why I state she is so.
"Well, considering I've been slaving over this Herbology essay for Professor Sprout since before dinner, I'm quite sure I have no idea what you're carrying on about." I brush off her ferret comment mostly because I don't have time to waste on her unworthy flesh, or annoying voice, accusing me when I'm in the middle of something that is rather more important than her belongings missing or out of place. It is most certainly not my fault if she can't keep track of her things.
"You're a bloody liar Malfoy, and a crappy one at that! Now where is it?" She demands yanking my parchment out from underneath my quill, leaving a long black streak down the rest of it.
My blood was boiling by this point, and although I would have loved to insult her and hex her into the next world. I needed to finish my work so I could move on to bigger and better things, such as I don't know, working on my potions project so I could smother Granger's performance by receiving the top grade in the class, which would result in her ego being crushed to bits, and then she might finally realize how unworthy she truly is and rid us of her presence by throwing herself off of the top of the Astronomy Tower! I know my hopes are a little too high for that to happen, but it is a nice dream that I have. I stood up and snatched my essay back looking at what damage had been done, luckily for the evil, dirty, twit I had just started re-writing my essay.
"You're lucky mud blood, that you didn't do more damage to this. Now if you don't mind, I need to get back to work, and no, I didn't take any of your things, and I don't know what this 'it' that you speak of is. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I will retire to my room to finish this. Oh, just so you know, I never lie," I had to add that last little comment on as I shut my bedroom door behind me.
To my delight she let out an exasperated scream and I believe that she left the head's tower soon there after, because I never heard the door slam again. I chuckled to myself, and basked in the glory of the silence that had taken over the tower without that wretched woman's voice piercing the airwaves, or damaging anyone's eardrums. I sighed heavily and went back to work on my essay, praying to god, if there was a god to let me finish it without any more interruptions. HA! As if I would possibly get that lucky!
To my distress and dismay, among other feelings such as annoyance and irritation, someone desperately needed to be admitted into the Head's Tower, for I could hear them arguing rather loudly with the ware wolf in our portrait. Demanding to be allowed inside because he was a friend of the head boy…wait that was me. "Why do the Gods hate me so?" I growled under my breath and opened the portrait to see Blaise Zabini standing in front of the now angry Ware wolf. "What is it you want Zabini?"
"May I come in Malfoy? It's rather important that prying ears do not hear what I have to tell you." Blaise asked politely. I was not happy about this, but I obliged, Blaise Zabini made a habit of making secrets stay secrets, and that was why I trusted him with my life.
"Potter's planning to get you caught by the aurors as a Death Eater, so you'll be sent straight away to Azkaban to join your father. I just happened to hear that blabber mouth red headed friend of his telling his disgusting girlfriend…what's her name Brown…"
"Why would the Weasel tell that bimbo? The whole school will know before tomorrow…Blaise, he wants me to know, he wants me to know so that when I slip up he can take full advantage of the situation. Well, good thing neither of us received the dark mark, so we can't be connected to the Dark Lord other than our parents. Just be on your best behavior, and stay away from the Weaselette if you know what's good for you." I warned him. I knew that he had a thing for the littlest Weasley, which I didn't blame him, she was pretty cute, prettier than Pansy, but could she do the things that Parkinson could do in bed? I wasn't sure of that, but I knew I would be the first to know every thing if Blaise ended up Banging the Weaselette.
He nodded and left the tower. Finally! Now I could get my essay done. I glanced at the clock, Damn! It was ten, I had to patrol the corridors with the mud blood. "DAMN YOU HERMIONE GRANGER! How I hate her!" I shouted as I stalked out of the Tower to go find my dreading co-head and get this night over with, once and for all.