So, hey. First fanfic I've done. I'm sorry if it's not as good as other fanfics are but I think it's pretty good too.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own the supermegafoxyawesomehot Draco Malfoy, sadly. All belongs to the marvelous J.K. Rowling.
Here it goes.
Chapter 1: Thoughts
Draco walks in the Head's common room. Being head boy has its privileges, and one of them was to have his own room. It was the 3rd of September of 1997. Draco sat on a comfortable green leather couch. Beside it was a mahogany brown coffee table and on top of it was the day's Daily Prophet. He picked it up and started reading an article on the front page. It was his very own father, Lucius Malfoy.
'Surprise surprise' he thought.
As he continued to read, he heard the portrait hole open. Curios, he glanced over his newspaper and saw a girl. She had long brown locks similar to Hermione Granger's. 'Dear Merlin she better not be the know-it-all-chit' He sat there quietly observing the mysterious girl. She was bringing in her trunk, from the looks of it, it looked heavy. He trailed her body all over, admiring her curves. He was left there staring at Hermione Granger's ass. 'Gods, that couldn't be Granger, she's not frumpy at all, not mention that hairy beast living on her head.' The girl's hair was tamed. He was fighting the urge to stare at her ass again, but he couldn't resist, so he gave in.
"Hey!" she exclaimed defensively. She caught him, doing what he did. 'Was he just checking me out?' she thought.
'Of course he was! Didn't you see the look on his face?' another voice said in her mind.
'That's impossible he's Malfoy, the oh-so-mighty Slytherin Sex God.' she replied.
'Anything's possible with that kind of bum Hermione' the voice in her head said.
'Oh shut up' she said back.
"Granger?" he was shocked, but he didn't show an ounce of it. He did know how to hide his feelings very well. Instead, he cocked an eyebrow and asked "What makes you think you can stay in with your stupid trunk?"
"For your information Malfoy, I'm head girl" she said proudly.
"Really? I didn't know Dumbledore allowed beavers to have such high position. He really is an old man isn't he?" His signature smirk now forming on his face, infuriating Hermione even more.
"He sure is old, allowing a ferret take points. Such a shame." A smirk on her face similar to Draco's was plastered on her face. 'Good one Hermione' she told herself.
"That's cute, lying your way in just to catch me only in my bathrobe in the morning? Absolutely adorable" his pride was starting to annoy her.
Disgusted by his remark she replied "You're a perverted arrogant prick Malfoy."
He placed his hands where is heart was and pretended to look offended "I'm so hurt. I really thought you were my friend." He said sarcastically.
"Friend? Ha! We're barely acquaintances!" she laughed.
Lol k. I know, really short, but this is just a preview just so I can see if this fic is goo enough or not.
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