Not that I even care
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Chapter 1 I hated him.
H/POV
Not that I even care, really, I thought to myself. It's just another stupid reason for students to kick back and relax – what's the big deal?
If it's not something big then why is this the only thing you have had on your mind for a whole week? A voice in my head said peacefully.
No, it's not! I thought defensively.
Not paying attention to things ahead, I bumped right into someone.
"Sorry," I muttered under my breath.
"Granger! Watch your bloody road!" A voice swore loudly.
Yeah I should have known. Malfoy.
"You stop talking to me like that! Show yourself some respect to the Head Girl!" I snapped, narrowing my eyes and bored into his silvery ones.
"Head Girl without a date – what's the point of being Head Girl?" He snorted and smirked at me.
"What's the point of having a date, if you're not Head Boy?" Angrily, I retorted, raising one arched eyebrow.
"What's the point of being Head Boy, when more people obey me than they do for you?" He snapped back, his silvery green Slytherin tie flashed across my eyes.
I glared at him.
"Stepped on your nerve, did I?" He threw back his head and laughed.
A sudden thrill went through my spine.
I felt the urge to laugh with him.
He stopped right when the corners of my mouth, unstoppably, started to twitch.
"So, Granger, better get yourself a date for the big day tomorrow," He smirked evilly at me, turned rather abruptly, and walked away.
I had the funny feeling of following him.
I stared at his slowly disappearing back and pressed a hand to my head.
Urgh, what a headcase.
All Ron could talk about was Lavender, pretty much like the case that all Harry could talk about was Ginny.
Seriously, just because Voldy died didn't mean all of us had to go and find love like we have to celebrate that it isn't yet the end of the world.
Yeah, Ron and I broke up a few months ago, right before new semester started in September; but it was okay, we were cool and were still best of friends. And Harry and Ginny practically stuck together the whole time after the war ended. And then Ron realized he still had feelings for Lavender, and now she called him "Won Won" again.
But it was okay. I wasn't a bit jealous of my two best friends. Because I was chosen as Head Girl, and I took my final exams in November, which was way earlier than all of those who went back to Hogwarts for the seventh year again, except for one person.
Draco Malfoy.
He took the exams early with me.
I scored all of my subjects with "Outstanding"s.
And he scored all of his subjects with "Outstanding"s, too.
I nearly died when I heard that.
But basically I could have graduated four months ago, but I just wanted to spend more time at Hogwarts rather than started working at the Ministry – they have already secured a job vacancy for me - I received their owl the day I took my exams.
Thank God that Draco Malfoy didn't, as so I've heard.
So I was just hanging around – having lessons but not taking notes – really, there was nothing to do but mess around with friends.
"Lavender said she'd like to wear pink, which I totally agree, you know, it goes well with her cheeks…" Ron babbled on.
"And Ginny said she wasn't intending to go to the ball at all, she'd like to study for her exams ahead, which I totally agree…" Harry went on.
Someone get me out of here. Please.
"I'm going back to my dorm," I said loudly.
"… and did I tell you how nice she looks when she wore that dress-"
"…we decided to study Transfigurations first, and then we'll practice the Charms…"
"Bye, Ron. Bye, Harry."
Seriously they didn't even notice that I left. Boys, I thought in dismay.
I left the Gryffindor common room and walked down the stairs to my own common room – the Head Girl's dorm, which was hidden behind a large painting of a moose.
"Password?" He whined.
"Polyjuice Potion." I replied and enter my dorm, which I had it all to myself.
It was a beautiful circular common room decorated with red and gold furniture, and up the wooden stairs led to my private bedroom. And over at the window showed the gorgeous grounds of Hogwarts, the forests and the lake and the-
"Hey Granger!" A boy's voice yelled at my door.
No one knew my dorm except for harry, Ron and the professors. But that didn't sound like my friends or teachers.
Oh wait, he called me Granger. Who else could it be?
"What do you want?" I yanked my door open.
"Nice room. Just not as neat as my own one." He glanced around and snorted.
I groaned. "Get out of here,"
"Wait, Granger, I came here with a purpose."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, I came to see if you've got yourself a date yet, for the ball tomorrow." He said causally.
My mind instantly started to flood with questions – he came all the way from the dungeons just to ask me such a simple thing? And why did he care, anyway? It's not like he wanted to go with me, so why did he bother to ask such a thing? Now that I looked closer, he really was good-looking and probably the most attractive boy in school. Well I didn't have a date and that's real, but he just couldn't be trusted…
"And why do you care?" I answered in great caution.
"Just curious," he blinked.
I narrowed my eyes.
"What are you up to, Malfoy?
"Just want to ask if you'd like to-"
Oh my God, my heart just leaped out of my chest.
"-be the first Head Girl in Hogwarts not to have a date at the Yule Ball!"
"What?"
A group of Slytherin students suddenly jumped out from behind his back and all of them were snickering.
"Say Merlin's cheese!" Someone yelled and I was temporarily blinded by the vast amount of flashlights.
"Malfoy!"
But by the time my eyes recovered from the cameras' bright lights, all the Slytherins were already gone.
There is nothing to worry about. I told myself firmly.
I decided to run a nice hot bath and put on a happy mood before going downstairs for dinner. I washed my hair happily and hummed along a few tunes by my favorite singer Tom Felton (A/N: lol here) from my muggle ipad – yeah I broke the spell that forbade the functioning of muggle electronic devices – Bill taught me that, actually, so knowing a curse-breaker really wasn't a bad thing - and when Professor McGonagall knew that, she just rolled her eyes and said, "Have it your way, Miss Granger." and suppressed a smirk.
The bath was great and washed away my sorrow. Smiling to myself, I put on a nice T-shirt and shorts and headed out the door.
Just as I thought, the Slytherins were there for me – Draco Malfoy in the front, smirking wide.
"Here comes the bookish muggle-born!"
"Hey! Granger! Got your books ready for-" Blaise began and suddenly stopped.
"W-what the heck! Where've your books gone?" A Slytherin asked with his mouth hung open.
"What? No books? A-are you feeling sick today?" Another Slytherin stammered at my empty hands.
Malfoy was the last to recover from the shock. "H-huh?" was all he managed to say.
I looked up and smiled ever so pleasantly at his stunned expression, "Yeah, no books today. What's the surprise? I've finished my exams already, remember?"
"But this is just wrong!"
"What's wrong?"
"Fine. Now go and have dinner. We'll escort you." Malfoy said, dropping his astonishment.
"What're you up to, Malfoy?" I asked suspiciously.
"Oh nothing, just escorting the Gryffindor princess to dinner, anything wrong?"
"Save it," I frowned.
"Damn. Just walk. I'm so hungry."
"No." I halted. "You know what? You are plotting something against me. I'm not going to dinner anymore."
"Plot what, Granger? Walk."
Okay I was starving anyway.
"What're you up to?"
"Nothing," he casually pushed his hair back and gave me a killer-smile.
"Liar," I glared at him. "Bye, Malfoy." And I turned to walk away.
"Too late," He smirked. And suddenly all the Slytherins blocked my way back and pushed me into the Great Hall.
I dropped all my books when I caught sight of a large picture replacing the red Gryffindor cloth on the wall.
It was a picture of me, which the Slytherins took earlier today.
"Bookish Head Girl without a date!" were the words emblazoned across my chest. In the picture, I was blinking stupidly at the flashing camera and I looked… dumb.
Apparently the professors and the Gryffindors still haven't arrived, so no one was there to stop the Slytherins. And the Hufflepuffs and the Ravenclaws didn't give a shit. (Yes, after all we've been through in the war! People these days were unbelievable) Malfoy has picked the perfect timing. The whole hall was laughing at me.
Oh God, I was the most pathetic girl in school.
I could feel moisture swelling in the eyes. But I fought the tears back.
"What'd you think, Granger? Love your new house?"
I didn't reply.
"Hey, Granger. Speechless?" Malfoy sneered.
"Haven't you hurt me enough?" I muttered and ran away back to my dorm before I lose my temper.
I hated him.
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