CHAPTER 1 – Stairs

The portrait of the Head's Dorm slowly opened, and a figure slowly walked in, taking in his surroundings. He walks to the staircase leading to the Head Girl's room and calls out …

"Oi! Granger! Get your lazy bum down here! We're late!"

Draco Malfoy, Head Boy, calls out to his co-Head – arms crossed, brown knitted, foot tapping impatiently. If Draco Malfoy had a watch (or knew what one was), he would've kept looking at it all the while shaking his head and running his fingers through his blonde hair.

Patience is DEFINITELY not one of my stronger suites. "Granger! Are you up there? Hermione!!! We're so late, McGonagall's gonna have my head! Will you hurry it up?!!!"

Getting tired of waiting and yelling, Draco marches up the stairs towards Hermione's room, muttering idle threats to her under his breath – just in case she IS in her room, he doesn't want to piss her off and have her hex him for his hollow ramblings – like she did last week.


"Aaargh! I hate Snape right now … partnering me with Granger … bushy bucktooth know-it-all … probably mess up my grades on purpose … drop a dung bomb in my cauldron on purpose … or worse, drop something that'll turn my hair purple and put a wart on my nose …" rants an irate Draco Malfoy to his ever-present goons, Crabbe and Goyle.

Crabbe and Goyle were nodding their agreement, when they suddenly stopped walking and were just staring at him open-mouthed. Draco stopped and asked them "What?" to which the two just stared and pointed at him.

"Imbeciles" and Draco turns and walks away from them – jogging to catch up with Blaise and Pansy who were walking ahead of them. They bust into hysterical laughter as soon as he caught up with them, making him run into the nearest bathroom – more importantly, mirror.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" A yelling, screaming, near-hysterics Draco Malfoy is seen running out of the bathroom. Funnier than HEARING Draco Malfoy screaming like a girl is SEEING what he looked like screaming like a girl. His hair was purple and he had a wart on his nose – the things he feared would happen with Hermione as his partner. "Granger! I am going to murder you! No! Torture you! A quick and painless death would be an easy out for you … I will chop off your bushy hair and … and … " His threats trailed off as he rounded the corner to catch up to the laughing Gryffindor Golden Trio.


So she heard me ranting ... big deal … she didn't have to get all carried away and take it a step further! I mean, come on! She already gave me the wart and purple hair, she didn't need to make my face green with yellow polka dots to it!

"Stupid woman … smartest witch in her generation … can't even keep an appointment … probably still looking for her brush in that bushy head of hers …" his ramblings get cut off as the stairs suddenly folded in and turned into a slide. Seeker instincts kicking in, he grans a hold of the banister for dear life, and hauls himself the rest of the way up.

Finally reaching the top, he looks back down on the stairs/slide he has conquered, looks down on it and goes "HAH! Smartest witch or not, she didn't see that coming!" and turns to her closed door. Grabbing the doorknob, he turns it to open her door, and …


Disclaimer: Not mine! Not mine! Not mine! Waaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!!! sniff! sniff! sob! … if by this time you still don't know who owns this, then there's something seriously wrong with you!