"Oh my god!" a bunch of hufflepuff girls screamed, "Do you know who you are?"
"Ummm," I stated, "Draco Malfoy."
"Ummm," one girl lied, "noo, you're Tom Felton!" They began chasing after me and I sprinted to the Slytherin house dorm and banged on the pathetic excuse for a door.
"LET ME IN!" I yelled at the ugly painting.
"No," everyone in the painting simultaneously said, "password."
"Come on!" I pleaded sweeping my head around 180* to see if they had followed me, I saw them quickly hopping up the ever changing staircases. Please let it them get stuck. But they didn't. The staircase stayed put and the continued swarming toward me. I saw the little twit Neville Longbottom entering the Gryffindor dorm room. 'That was a last resort' I told myself. But the girls were already on me, many others from all houses came around me. I Raced down to the singing lady portrait, but Neville had already gone in. I saw a flash of frizzy red hair in the confusion of the mob.
"GRANGER!" I yelled desperately. The swarm looked around, confused, looking for Hermione. She emerged from the crowd, her hair looking even more frazzled than usual. She jogged over to me and said the password so quickly I couldn't even make out what she was saying. Luckily, the fat lady wasn't singing horribly again, so we quickly were in. Weasley and Potter were lounging on the couch.
"Bloody Hell Malfoy," Ron exclaimed, "Why are you here?"
Ignoring that ridiculous comment, I stooped to the lowest I could go. "Potter," I pleaded, "How do you do it! These fan girls are… horrible!"
"Really," Ron said sarcastically.
"Shut up you stupid git!" I shouted. "Harry, please, how do you deal with it?"
"Okay here is how I do it…"
