Grangeritis
(Draco POV)
To me every day seemed the same. You get up, get dressed, go to class, annoy Granger, come back, add a few meals and that's the extent of your day. You go to bed with the knowledge that nothing is going to change. Well I, apparently, was wrong. But it really wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything wrong, I was minding my own business.......well, to an extent.
One week Earlier
"Didn't you know it's against school rules to snog in the middle of the hallway?" I drawl to an unsuspecting couple.
"Well Malfoy didn't you know it's against school rules to be so asinine?" says Hermione Granger, the female counterpart of the couple.
"Of course I knew that," I reply dryly, "but apparently that fact seemed to slip threw your boyfriend's almost nonexistent brain." I gesture to Ronald Wesley the male counterpart of that unsuspecting couple, who, at this comment turns into a blubbering mass of idiocracy.
"Well... you know......um...... YOU'RE NOT SO GREAT YOURSELF!" yells an extremely mad weasel.
"Come on Ron, you don't have to prove your intelligence to him," bites a spiteful Granger.
"He doesn't have any intelligence to prove!" I reply (Isn't this an obvious fact?)
Then they walk away. What, I don't even get a retort for my efforts. Oh god, what is the world coming to that I would actually look forward to the witty comments from a mudblood! So what, she may be intelligent, but come on, I have intelligent friends...............well.......... I guess not, but that doesn't mean anything. I walk along the corridor contemplating who I actually befriended that has a quarter of the intelligence of Granger. Certainly not Crabb or Goyle, but I'm sure there's someone.......well never mind! It's not that important. Why the hell am I even thinking about this? I walk into the Slytherin common room vowing to not think about that filthy mudblood anymore.
That didn't happen. She must have put a curse on me or something, because now all I can think about is that brain of her's and I tried to count how many hours she studies in the library. Then after that I thought about her stupid mass of hair, and about how many weasels you could fit in it. (I figure it'd be about 7.) Then after I finished that count I thought about her figure. Now let me tell you, that was not a good path to go down. I realized that I had never seen her outside of her school robes! So I decided it was my mission, and my right to find out what she looked like, under the robes.
That didn't go too well. Apparently she didn't like that I tried to pull off her robes, especially in the middle of the hallway. It's not like I did it when anyone was around, I don't need people to see me touch her. But the problem is….. the robe didn't come off, so there I was standing there with her sleeve in my hand...........
"Malfoy!!!! What the hell are you doing?!" Granger yelled (which really hurt my ears!).
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I say back, she was acting like this was such a big deal.
"Get your hands off me before I hex you into oblivion!"
"Don't get your knickers in a twist, I was just doing an experiment" I say.
"And what would that be?" While I easily read the skepticism in her voice.
"How easy it is to take off your robe, I mean Weaslebee has to like you for some reason."
So I guess she was a little mad at that comment, because the next thing I remember is that I woke up upside down in a pink dress, with yellow polka dots. I tell you it was not a flattering dress. It took me a while to get down, I had to wait 3 hours until a first year found me. After he helped me down, I picked up my wand, which had fallen on the floor, and obliterated this from his memory. There was one problem though. I wasn't angry with Granger, I could only think of how funny it was that she would think of something like that. Something is definitely wrong with me.
So I hope you guys liked the first installment of my first story. I think I'm only going to have one more chapter. Tell me if you like it, and even if you don't. I love constructive criticism. Thanks!