Any characters used taken from J.K. Rowling's work, I do not own any of the characters, I just bring them out to play sometimes =]
My first fanfic, be nice... and please review!!
'Ugh!!!!!'
Hermione groaned as she slammed down her quill.
'Why the hell can't I write this???'
She turned around, angrily slamming her fist onto the new, highly polished table, and narrowly missing the half full glass of pumpkin juice she'd brought upstairs hours ago and not wanted. Her very best friend in the world, Harry, sighed, straightening the grey sparkly hat he'd put on when he was extremely bored.
'Maybe because you've spent the last half an hour glaring at the screen and saying that you hate McGonagall and all that she stands for, including this essay?'
Hermione turned towards the window and sighed. 'It's just... the news we got today didn't exactly help!! Having to share a whole week with those... stuck up prats from the university who all think they're better than us because they don't have to put up with little children running around the place! And it doesn't exactly help that him and it are coming too! I'll have to see them running around the place like a pair of sexed-up bunny rabbits on heat, stopping to smell the sodding flowers every two minutes, while I avoid them like the plague. I mean, I'm only nineteen, and murder charges wouldn't exactly look good on job applications.'
Harry grinned 'Oh I don't know, it might add a certain something... a certain je ne sai quoa!'
'Try je ne sais quoi, and then try shush!!' Hermione was fast working up to one of her famous moods. The thought of her ex boyfriend (who she was still hopelessly in love with, that goes without saying... even though I just did) and his girlfriend, if you could even call her that, waltzing around on her Hogwarts kingdom as she liked to think about it, made her feel a mixture of queasy and homicidal in just about equal measure.
The essay she'd been given didn't exactly help either. Under normal circumstances, Transfiguration was a subject she was rather good at, and she would have no problem writing any essay that she was given, but this essay was different. This had to do with something personal, something she didn't want to discuss with anyone.
Noticing the shadows on the wall were deepening, Harry took of the hat, and stretched. 'Should be time I'm getting back to Malfoy,' he yawned. 'You know what a princess he can be'. Hermione frowned, for a moment looking exactly like McGonagall. 'I still can't believe, that of all the prefects she could have chosen to room you with after the war, she chose Malfoy. Like you two haven't hated each other since first year. Like he wasn't trying to kill you. Like he wouldn't have cursed you every time he got the opportunity. Like...'
Putting his hand over hers, Harry interrupted. 'Look, he's been very quiet since the war, and as long as I leave before he wakes, and go back after he sleeps, it's really not that bad. Night 'Mione. And try to calm down, spending time with Ron and Lavender might not be that bad.' And with that he was gone, fearing verbal abuse, or worse, a hex after mentioning the redhead's name.
If you want to know what happens next, review, or I won't write any more =] thankyouu