On a cold, brisk afternoon in November, Hermione Granger stepped out of the carriage
that had taken her from Hogsmeade back to Hogwarts. Her frozen fingers clasped a
small package containing blue ink and a hawk's-feather quill; Ron had crashed into
her desk the other day, sending all of her quills, ink bottles, and blotter paper
out the window into the cage of a blast-ended skrewt Hagrid was bringing to
Dumbledore. Luckily the Hogsmeade weekend was coming up, but even that couldn't
lift Hermione's mood. She hated the unusually cold weather. She could tolerate it
when there was snow, but there hadn't been any precipitation in months, which was
rather discouraging.
Pivoting on her heel, she faced Harry and Ron.
"Come ON!" she exclaimed. "Let's go, please- it's freezing." With that, she stormed
off.
The boys raised their eyebrows at each other, hoisted their enormous bags full of
sweets from Honeydukes, and trudged after the unusually moody Hermione.
~*~
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Draco Malfoy opened one eye.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He opened the other.
Drip. Drip. Dri-
"AUUGHH!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled, hurling a emerald-colored pillow at the offending faucet.
Of course, he missed horribly, seeing as the faucet was in the bathroom, located was behind a closed door.
"Bloody hell…"
Draco stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom and fumbled to turn the tap off. After this was done, he returned to his bed. Sighing blissfully, he was almost asleep until-
CRASH!
His nostrils flared. Who dare keep him from his beauty sleep?
No, not beauty sleep, he thought. That's too feminine. Of course, ''handsome sleep'' just doesn't have the same ring to it-
CRASH!
Open snapped the silver-blue-gray eyes, up went the 6'-3'' frame, angry became the silver/blonde-headed teen. Throwing open the door, he icily surveyed the cold stone hallway of the 6th year Slytherins' rooms- the Prefect's dorms were being redone. Draco quickly spotted Crabbe and Goyle, unsurprisingly, as the source of the ungodly noise. They were playing Go Fish with Exploding Snap cards, piles of Pumpkin Pasties and Chocolate Frogs towering on either side of the boulder-shaped morons.
"Do you twits have a death wish this morning?"
This was Draco's domain. Draco called the shots. Draco was the King of Slytherin.
The pair slowly looked up at him.
"Sorry, Draco, we just got back from Honeydukes-"
Dammit, he thought. I needed more blue ink, maybe another quill.
"And why didn't you two wake me up for Hogsmeade?"
"Well," Goyle stammered. "Your door was locked, and yesterday you told us if we ever, um…"
He looked to Crabbe for help.
"If we ever, ah, looked at your door you would-" Crabbe began
"Curse us so we couldn't eat for a week," they concluded together, shivering.
Draco rolled his eyes. They were pointless, helpless, and all-around annoying.
I can't wait for the Prefect's quarters to be done so I can get away from the cold stone, from the perpetual smell of various burnt items wafting from random rooms, from Crabbe and Goyle, and from-
"DRAKIE!!!!" a large, rather canine-looking witch garbed in ridiculous pink robes with a way-too-revealing neckline threw herself at Draco.
-Pansy. He winced. Most definitely Pansy.
"Drakie-poo, where were you in Hogsmeade?" she attempted an attractive pout, failing miserably.
Draco gritted his teeth.
"I wasn't there because these two numbskulls…" he looked at the three of them. They weren't blinking. They were hanging on to his every word.
"Augh! This is pointless!" throwing his hands up in the air, he stalked back into his room and slammed the door.
~*~*~
Okay then. This is the first bit. The next chapters will be quite a bit longer, I hope. I realize that there was more Draco than Hermione in this chapter, but that won't always happen. Promise.
Righto… review away! The next chapter should be up in a few days.
P.S. If you've ever read His Dark Materials or are incredibly sugared up right now, check out The Aliens Did It by SevenMinutesFast.
Danke!
that had taken her from Hogsmeade back to Hogwarts. Her frozen fingers clasped a
small package containing blue ink and a hawk's-feather quill; Ron had crashed into
her desk the other day, sending all of her quills, ink bottles, and blotter paper
out the window into the cage of a blast-ended skrewt Hagrid was bringing to
Dumbledore. Luckily the Hogsmeade weekend was coming up, but even that couldn't
lift Hermione's mood. She hated the unusually cold weather. She could tolerate it
when there was snow, but there hadn't been any precipitation in months, which was
rather discouraging.
Pivoting on her heel, she faced Harry and Ron.
"Come ON!" she exclaimed. "Let's go, please- it's freezing." With that, she stormed
off.
The boys raised their eyebrows at each other, hoisted their enormous bags full of
sweets from Honeydukes, and trudged after the unusually moody Hermione.
~*~
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Draco Malfoy opened one eye.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He opened the other.
Drip. Drip. Dri-
"AUUGHH!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled, hurling a emerald-colored pillow at the offending faucet.
Of course, he missed horribly, seeing as the faucet was in the bathroom, located was behind a closed door.
"Bloody hell…"
Draco stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom and fumbled to turn the tap off. After this was done, he returned to his bed. Sighing blissfully, he was almost asleep until-
CRASH!
His nostrils flared. Who dare keep him from his beauty sleep?
No, not beauty sleep, he thought. That's too feminine. Of course, ''handsome sleep'' just doesn't have the same ring to it-
CRASH!
Open snapped the silver-blue-gray eyes, up went the 6'-3'' frame, angry became the silver/blonde-headed teen. Throwing open the door, he icily surveyed the cold stone hallway of the 6th year Slytherins' rooms- the Prefect's dorms were being redone. Draco quickly spotted Crabbe and Goyle, unsurprisingly, as the source of the ungodly noise. They were playing Go Fish with Exploding Snap cards, piles of Pumpkin Pasties and Chocolate Frogs towering on either side of the boulder-shaped morons.
"Do you twits have a death wish this morning?"
This was Draco's domain. Draco called the shots. Draco was the King of Slytherin.
The pair slowly looked up at him.
"Sorry, Draco, we just got back from Honeydukes-"
Dammit, he thought. I needed more blue ink, maybe another quill.
"And why didn't you two wake me up for Hogsmeade?"
"Well," Goyle stammered. "Your door was locked, and yesterday you told us if we ever, um…"
He looked to Crabbe for help.
"If we ever, ah, looked at your door you would-" Crabbe began
"Curse us so we couldn't eat for a week," they concluded together, shivering.
Draco rolled his eyes. They were pointless, helpless, and all-around annoying.
I can't wait for the Prefect's quarters to be done so I can get away from the cold stone, from the perpetual smell of various burnt items wafting from random rooms, from Crabbe and Goyle, and from-
"DRAKIE!!!!" a large, rather canine-looking witch garbed in ridiculous pink robes with a way-too-revealing neckline threw herself at Draco.
-Pansy. He winced. Most definitely Pansy.
"Drakie-poo, where were you in Hogsmeade?" she attempted an attractive pout, failing miserably.
Draco gritted his teeth.
"I wasn't there because these two numbskulls…" he looked at the three of them. They weren't blinking. They were hanging on to his every word.
"Augh! This is pointless!" throwing his hands up in the air, he stalked back into his room and slammed the door.
~*~*~
Okay then. This is the first bit. The next chapters will be quite a bit longer, I hope. I realize that there was more Draco than Hermione in this chapter, but that won't always happen. Promise.
Righto… review away! The next chapter should be up in a few days.
P.S. If you've ever read His Dark Materials or are incredibly sugared up right now, check out The Aliens Did It by SevenMinutesFast.
Danke!