I am posting this on a dare; I lost a bet. And now I have to post one of my long forgotten old fanfics. Back-story, the story was written by myself and a friend called Trish. We were hyped up on sugar and hadn't sleep for about two days, we were also fourteen years old [2003] and not the best writers around.
Obivously I've gotten better. But the bet was that I could beat a friend in a keg stand race… and I lost. Deal was that lost had to post their long forgotten and horrible fanfics on the Internet. So enjoy this shit fic.
Once upon a time Hermione and Draco were prefects. Well, obviously. They were bitter enemies and thought each other very stupid and dumb, mean and nasty things. For the purposes of this story, however, they will be walking from the prefects' room together, apparently disregarding the fact that they hate each other. Harry was, also at the same time as this once upon the time, walking the Hall where the prefects rooms was. He was feeling quite tired after spending a not so pleasant detention with Snape. (He had said his father was spiffier than Snape). Harry than noticed something that looked like a snitch in the distance... not questioning why he ran as fast as he could to it and grabbed it.
The 'It' in question was Draco Malfoy's hair. Harry had a huge chunk of it in his hand and had knocked Draco on to the floor in the process. "Oy, Potter, what in Bloody ell are you doing to my hair" Draco touched his head and felt around... "no, NO... BLOODY HELL! There's a BALD spot!" Harry looked at Hermione. Hermione looked at Draco's hair and laughed. Draco looked like he was going to cry, until he heard Hermione laughed, then he looked homicidal.
Hermione spoke first, "You're so pale, no one will notice" He glared his "big mean Slytherin" glare at her, "I mean..." Harry looks at Draco and glares his "not quite so scary as Slytherin's glare" glare at him. He spoke in a menacing, yet possessive voice (not like that's possible) and said, "DON'T TOUCH HER!" Hermione rolled her eyes at the glaring contest. "Wasn't going to, scarface..." Potter lunged. "What..." Draco stared at Harry, who was lying on the floor.
Unlike most stories where Harry has a great seeker build, here Harry is unable to lunge at Draco properly and ends up in a pile on the floor. Hermione kicked Draco in the groin. Then, because she felt like it, she kicked Harry down there too. "Stop fighting you too" she said pathetically. Weakened and dazed and muttering about how Hermione might have ruined the Malfoy line, (whose ever heard of sterile Sex god?), Draco nodded, "yes ma'am". Harry meanwhile, was suffering from his failed Lunge and a kick in the Potter jewels, could only slightly nod.
"Wingardium Leviosa" she yelled, Harry and Draco started floating in air.
Hermione made them go down the Hallway. She started up the stairs when the oh-so original plot idea occurred. The stairs started moving! Draco who was recovering from the kick (mostly he was just shocked because he couldn't see how any one would want kick him there, especially HER!) Draco who, as the stairs was floating in the air, was suddenly distracted from his supposed pain, and looked around. "Granger, why are the stairs floating?" "You're in the air" He looked down, "WHATTT?" he started screaming and his voice cracked a few times, "Put me DOWN NOW" "Finite incantum" Draco feel, hard. "Ouch". Next to him Harry muttered, "owie".
Apparently, Harry had been kicked much harder than Draco. "Finite Incantum" Harry fell and looked at Draco. "What did you do THAT for" Draco shrugged, "that wasn't me" He looked at Hermione, "It was her." Harry narrowed his eyes at Hermione who was whistling inconspicuously.
"So, Draco when do you think the stairs will stop moving?" Harry asked. Draco didn't hear him, he was busy staring at Hermione. "What Potter "
"I SAID- WHEN- WILL- THE-STAIRS..." The stairs stopped moving before Harry could finish. "Answer your question potter?" "Uh..." Hermione laughed (why she would laugh at her best friend, we don't know, but she's a nasty ooc Hermione so there!). Hermione looked around, "I think we're lost"
Harry stood up like nothing had happened. Draco looked at him angrily and quietly said
"damn it Potter I'm the drama queen here!"
"HEY HEY! I KNOW WHERE WE'RE GOING"
"Oh shit,"
Hermione and Draco said at the same time they looked quickly at each other. Harry started skipping off. "Better go after him" She said, "Yea, 'cause we might never see him again if we're lucky," He said happily. "Quiet, you" she said. Draco shut up, oddly enough, and followed Hermione who was several paces ahead.