"Granger, come onn, I gotta piss!" I leaned on the door of the bathroom we shared, holding my uniform in one arm and hair gel in the other. Obviously, Granger became Head girl, and of course, I became Head boy.
"You sure are an impatient little git, aren't you? By the way, that 'you've got to go piss' thing is getting old, so why don't you just go to the prefect bathroom," Granger scowled on the other side of the bathroom.
"Come onn Granger, you expect me to drag my ass all the way down to the prefect bathroom when there's a nice, convenient bathroom here?"
I waited a few more minutes.
"Ok, that's it, mudblood, if you don't open up, I'm going to alohomora this blasted door," I said darkly, half annoyed, half amused. Annoy the hell out of Granger, check.
"5...4...3-" Granger came out dressed in her uniform, and gave me the first (of many) glare of the day.
"Seriously, why bother to try to clean yourself when you're permanently tainted?"
She smacked me into the bathroom and shut the bathroom door in my face.
"Is that all you've got!" I barked back, safely behind the door.
That hostile bird. God, the next time I should really try to stop her from doing that.
But then I grinned as I opened the shower door. There's nothing like a good insult in the morning. Especially when the victim is Hermione Granger.
"Pft, you'd think her hair would be at least a little tame from the countless hours she spends in this bathroom," I muttered to myself after I took a shower and straightened up my Slytherin tie. Damn do I look good in green or what?
I opened the cap to my hair gel bottle and began to rub gel on my hands and apply it to my hair.
Suddenly I heard a knock on the door.
"Malfoy, I forgot my hairbrush in the bathroom!" Granger stated on the other side of the bathroom.
"Yea, and?"
"Yea, well, I'm going to alohomora the door now, so you um better be dressed,"
"What if I'm not?" I lied, but she already opened the door.
"There's my hairbrush," she said quite calmly as she walked around me and grabbed her hairbrush. Then she tilted her head and stared at me. I looked back at her, raising an eyebrow.
"If you came in here just to check me out, you should've just told me, you didn't have to make up a lame excuse about forgetting your hairbrush, Granger," I said dryly.
"Well actually, Malfoy, I was just admiring the mound of excess hair gel on the back of your neck. Gee, all that hard hair gel on your hair must be to cover up the hollow sound of your head," She pointed to the nape of my neck, smirked, and walked out with her hairbrush.
I put my hand on the back of my neck promptly after she left. There was no huge mound of excess hair gel. I'd only gotten hair gel all over the nape of my neck from inspecting it with my hands.
"Bloody…beaver
teeth," I muttered as I rinsed my hands and neck. how come She always manages to get the last word in?
x x x
"I heard Weasley made a complete fool of himself in the locker rooms after quidditch practice," Blaise emphasized on Weasley and complete fool as we walked past the golden trio.
"You heard right. It was quite a one man show. But then again, when doesn't he make a fool out of himself, Zabini?" I smirked as Potter leered while beaver girl tried to comfort the weasel who was looking more red than usual.
"Guess they've got nothing to say," I glanced back at them as we walked to charms class.
Pansy strode up to us, "On your way to charms, I suppose?"
"You know us too well," Blaise replied as Pansy then began to rant on and on about how professor Trelawney told her that something good was going to happen to her soon, and when the bloody hell was it going to come.
And Blaise just nodded at the right times, even though I knew he wasn't paying attention at all. He's always been smooth like that, the conniving bastard.
But at least she wouldn't be bothering me anymore. Now that's for her boyfriend to take care of. And you know, they make quite a lovely couple, what with his intimidating body-builder self and her dominating manner.
"Pansy, you've been on this for weeks and weeks. Yknow Trelawney's off her rocker, so don't expect much, for Merlin's sake," I finally interrupted her, crossing my arms.
"Really, Draco, always looking at the negative side of things," Pansy replied, rolling her eyes.
"I do what I do, sweetheart,"
Pansy then started on about maybe her boyfriend from Durmstrang might get her a ring or propose to her or whatever goes on in that bird's head.
I then glanced at Blaise, who seemed to be staring at someone who was walking by, which never happened. I mean, Pansy loved him for being such a darling.
"Are you guys even listening?" Pansy huffed.
Who was he staring at?
Ginny Weasley? Weaselette? Weasley's sister?
No no, it must be Sally Ann Perks, a sixth year. Why would Blaise be interested in Weasley's sister? Or maybe it's…
No bloody fucking way…Weaselette just smiled at him and blushed. I quickly look at Blaise, who probably winked or something at Weaselette, who is looking at him right now as she passes us by.
Oh god, he likes weaselette? Well, I mean she has grown up, and she's quite a feisty redhead… whose hobby is to knock on my door every bloody minute and ask for Granger.
Maybe he's trying to get on Weasley's nerves by hitting on his younger sister. Sometimes that git can be quite the sly one. I mean he can't possibly like her.
"Zabini!" I snapped, grabbed him, and began to stalk towards class.
"Where do you guys think you're going!" Pansy barked. Oh. I knew I was forgetting something. God, that girl can be so exasperating.
"Oh, right. Well, Zabini and I are late for Charms- don't forget to use protection after he proposes to you!" I called as Blaise began to protest.
"Zabini, tell me you weren't just flirting with weaselette," I said as I let go of him.
"I wasn't. I was just making eye contact with her," he answered as we began to walk to charms, late again.
"You were wha-"Make up the excuse this time, won't you, mate?" He interrupted me, evading whatever I had to say, and opening the charms classroom door and slipping in swiftly before me.
Bloody git.
"Mr. Malfoy, Zabini,"
"Care to explain why you're late for the third time this week?"
AN: ok
so I wasn't pleased at all with this chapter but oh
whatever, it takes me quite a while to even form one, so I'll
just go and fix it later, right? I hope you've enjoyed it, even
though there wasn't much Hermione! I think I might continue
sticking with Draco's POV 'cause Draco's just fun to write.