Disclaimer:
Once, I met a boy
As handsome as can be
Platinum blond hair, silvery eyes,
He was a sight to see.
He greeted me nicely,
Greeted me smiling
I just can't take my eyes off of him
He's freakin' hot and charming!
Then he asked me if I'm J.K Rowling
I didn't answer a minute longer
I said, "No, I'm not"
And he said, "Then you don't own Harry Potter"
And now I'm broken and defeated
Left with a box of chocolate and tears
Facing the truth that I'm not a multi-billionaire
Is one of my hormone-driven fears
Oh how unfair and cruel is the world!
Making me feel this wretched feeling
But I won't lengthen this rather corny disclaimer anymore
So you can proceed with your reading … sob!
Never Gonna Admit It
by Socially Driven
I, Hermione Jane Granger, miss Know-It-All, current Head Girl, and by far the smartest witch of my age, is currently looking (more like ogling!) at one Draco Malfoy, the school hottie, Prince of All That Is Wicked and Sarcastic, and unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) the current Head Boy, as he scribble away, writing his Potions essay that's due tomorrow. We're currently in our common room, with the fireplace warming the atmosphere quite a bit. I don't know how long I've been looking at him. But I sure know that he has three really small pimples clustered near his hairline, just a wee bit to the left.
But don't worry ladies and gentlemen, I'm not just straight out looking at him! I have some dignity left in me thank you very much! You may not know this, but I've became very talented in A.L.Y.D.C.B.S.Y.W.H.R.A. – operation Acting-Like-You-Don't-Care-But-Secretly-You're-Watching-Him-Really-Avidly. I am presently holding my Herbology book (Pianta, Erba et Curae) which I charmed with the Attraverso spell. The spell will make the book act as a glass, so it's like I'm looking through the book but to outsiders (which is pretty much everyone else), it will look just like another heavy book, read by the school bookworm. All I have to do is position myself somewhere where I can see Malfoy clearly, direct the face of the book where Malfoy is, and viola! I have unlimited access in hottie sight-seeing!!
Ha … if one of my friends would even have a glimpse of what I'm currently doing right now, they might think I've gone bonkers from too much reading or something. But you know what? I am positively, abso-bloody-lutely, a hundred and one percent sane. And oh, I'm not possessed either, or being spiked with a love poison – I mean potion – or had been hexed to thinking that Malfoy is an all around nice guy. No …'Cause a few months ago, I've been thinking about the same things …I just … like him, okay? And I'm not gonna fool you guys by telling that I don't know a thing on how and why this "attachment" to the prat had suddenly … "blossomed". Oh, I know alright. I'm not the top of our class for nothing!
Well, you see it all started when Professor Sprout –
"Granger" drawled a voice.
Oh shhh!! It's him. Oh my gosh! Was I talking to myself again? Did he hear me talking? Oh my god! What if he did?? Oh my god! Oh my god! OH MY GOD!!
Stop it Hermione!! You're acting like a school girl!! And dare I say this: You're acting like PANSY!!
GASP! No I'm not! I'm just merely contemplating the humiliation it will cause me if Malfoy managed to hear EVERY BLOODY THING I'VE SAID ABOUT HIM!!
Oh come on! I assure you, you weren't talking to yourself again! Your lips were shut tight the whole time!
Sigh … This, ladies and gentlemen, is the horrid effect of fancying a git like Draco Malfoy. It's enough to drive you off the wal—
"Granger, if you tap that foot of yours on the god forsaken floor one more time, I swear I'm going to hex you to the next century!"
Oh for Merlin's sake! I was just tapping my foot! What's wrong with that?
"Well, that's unique. No snide remarks first Malfoy?"
"It's a little thing called 'restriction order', Granger. Or have you forgotten? As I remember, you were the one that provoked me to calling you a … 'you-know-what' in front of that spinster of a ding bat! And look where it landed me! No insulting of any form of low life (e.g. YOU) until I graduate from this hell house. And you know when that'll be Granger? In seven months!"
"It's not my fault Malfoy if you can't keep that tongue of yours clean from too much exercised, extensive string of boorish words."
"Oh-ho! Another lecture from miss goody two shoes again, I see! So what is it about this time Granger? Loyalty? Righteousness? Or is it about how you're madly in love with Potty and Weasel?"
"I am not wasting my time in arguing about nonsense things! I've still got homework to do. And I recommend that you continue doing yours. Goodnight."
I stood up and gathered my things as quickly as I can. This is what I do nowadays when Malfoy and I start a fight. I back out. I just can't continue shouting at him from time to time! There'll be a huge possibility that I'll slip the little known fact that I fancy him during the shout fest. So, I better not.
But before I can even escape the vicinity of our study table, he got a hold of my elbow.
"What's the matter with you, Granger? Not fighting back again? Are you sick or something?"
Thankfully, he didn't check my temperature like most people do when they ask someone if they're sick. That would be a disaster! I might freeze up or something!!
I tugged my elbow from his grip. "Bad news for you, Malfoy: I'm feeling just fine. So no need for celebrations tonight." And then I stormed off to my room.
Sigh … thousands and thousands of available guys in the school, two of which are like my best buddies, and I have to fall in love with Draco Wouldn't-Kill-Yah-To-Actually-Smile Malfoy!! That's it, I officially hate myself …
author's note: YAY! First chapter finally up! Review please! And oh, since this is like my first chaptered fic, i would like to ask if anyone of you out there can be my beta? Please?! I can update sooner if I have a beta constantly reminding me ... bats eyelashes. Anyways, waddya think of my disclaimer? Pretty cool huh? I kept laughing while typing it! But it's kinda destroyed now, it's not in its poetry form ... sigh ...