Mario Kart Strip Racer
Chapter 1. The Fight and the Challenge
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Hermione's POV
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I ran down the hall as quick as the holy God would let my legs carry me. I knew I wasn't supposed to run in the halls, but I did. My hair flew behind me and my skirt was catching the air that flew past, making my skirt fly up to reveal my Toadstool thong that had Toadstool sitting in a go-kart with the words "Woo hoo!" in squiggly writing underneath him.
"Run Hermione." I said to myself. I was going to be late to the prefects meeting being held in the Great Hall. "Run God damn it." I cursed myself. Damn the school shoes. I took them off to run in my knee-high socks and I seemed to go faster.
That probably wasn't the best choice, because maybe then, just maybe, I would have been able to stop myself from running into . . .
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Draco's POV
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I walked slowly down the dungeon hallways. What's the point of going to the stupid prefects meeting anyway? I asked myself mentally. All they were going to talk about was how the students had been breaking more rules and how bad of a job all the prefects were doing. Well, fuck them. They can burn in hell for all I care. I'd send them a postcard, but hey, nobody's going to make me.
I started to hum a particular tune that I enjoyed listening to. It was one I had first heard during the summer when my cousin came to visit me. She was a tomboy and she enjoyed video games. Both muggle and wizard. So when she came, she brought a muggle device called a "Nintendo 64" with around fifteen games. There was one that caught my eye when I first saw it. It read "MarioKart64" in cartoon letters.
"What is that game?" I asked her. Cometa (that's my cousin's name) looked up at me and smiled.
"Mario Kart. Awesome game. I bet you I could beat you at it." She said, grabbing it from the pile of games and twisting it in her fingers.
"You're on. Just don't let Lucius know that you brought muggle things into the manor. He'll skin us both alive." I warned her.
"I know. I was there that one time when he skinned that muggle from head to toe. I didn't know someone could scream that much. Or bleed that much." She hooked the Nintendo into his wizard television and we played nine hours straight, the house elves bringing us whatever we wished.
Now the house elves brought up a person into my mind that I didn't want in it. Hermione Granger. The stupid know-it-all. That was quite the oxymoron of the day. And as if on cue, that very person ran into me at full speed.
"Well speak of the devil," I said, smirking.
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Both POV's
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Hermione fell to the floor with a crack and lay there breathless. Her skirt was up and you could see her underwear. Draco just stood there, phased for about three seconds, and then he put that smirk back onto his face.
"Nice knickers Granger." He said, looking down at the face of Toadstool on a go-kart. She gave a small scream and stood, pushing her skirt down.
"You pig. Why the hell didn't you look away?" Hermione asked angrily. 'The vixen has spice this morning. I wonder how much more pepper she can take without combusting?' Draco asked mentally.
"I don't know. You really can't miss the blue against the gray and white. They're a bit little girlish don't you think Granger?" he asked her. He knew that wasn't supposed to push buttons, but he was just getting started.
"No they aren't, Malfoy. And you could have just turned away instead of just staring at them, you ass hole." She snapped angrily. Ron was rubbing off on her with the swearing. Damn him. She took a step to the side and he stepped in front of her. What was he playing at? "Move Malfoy."
"Why would I do that Granger?" he asked smirking even wider.
"Because I told you to bloody do it." Hermione practically yelled.
"Do you just want to attract attention?" he asked her.
"If it gets me away from you." She said in dangerous tones. He put on a mock hurt face.
"I'm hurt Granger. I really am. You hate me?" he asked, sticking out his bottom lip. He was aggravating her. He could tell by the way that her eyes were turning into brown slits. She was glaring at him!
"Yes Malfoy. I hate your devil-forsaken soul. I hate your prissy clothes, prissy attitude, and your prissy acts. It annoys the hell out of me. Now get the fuck out of my way!" she yelled. Draco looked around. Nobody was there. So he shot her back with something that caught her off guard.
"You like Mario Kart?" he asked. Hermione's face got a look of surprise and she looked at him as if he were growing two heads. How did he know about Nintendo, or Mario Kart for that damn matter? She answered him anyway.
"Yeah. How do you know about it?" she asked. She was conversing with the enemy! What the hell was wrong with her? She should have just pushed him the hell out of the way and got the prefects meeting she was already five minutes late for. Hey! He was late too. But then again, the meeting was with Snape. Twenty points from GRYFFINDOR!
"My cousin taught me how to play. It just so happens, I got one for my birthday." He said, hinting at something Hermione couldn't get.
"That's nice Malfoy now get out of my way." She tried to push past him but he grabbed her arms and pushed against the nearest wall. She was caught by surprise. He was touching her. Malfoy was touching her! He was going to get castrated if he didn't let go very soon.
"I was wondering Granger. How good are you at the game?" he asked slyly.
"Good." Hermione said smugly. Yes. Vixen she was.
"How about a little game then? The Slytherin common Room. 12 o'clock? Don't be late or I'll tell everyone about your little underwear." He challenged. Hermione didn't even think a second before answering.
"I won't." she said menacingly. He smirked at her.
"I'll be waiting for you then." He let go of her arms and walked toward the Great Hall doors. He opened them and Hermione could hear Professor Snape great him.
"Why the hell did I do that?" Hermione asked herself. She walked to the large doors and opened them. She stepped in, her shoes in her right hand and sat down next to Ernie McMillan.
Miss Granger. Twenty points from Gryffindor for being tardy." Snape said in his evil little voice.
"Whatever." Hermione said, putting on her shoes.
Chapter 1. The Fight and the Challenge
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Hermione's POV
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I ran down the hall as quick as the holy God would let my legs carry me. I knew I wasn't supposed to run in the halls, but I did. My hair flew behind me and my skirt was catching the air that flew past, making my skirt fly up to reveal my Toadstool thong that had Toadstool sitting in a go-kart with the words "Woo hoo!" in squiggly writing underneath him.
"Run Hermione." I said to myself. I was going to be late to the prefects meeting being held in the Great Hall. "Run God damn it." I cursed myself. Damn the school shoes. I took them off to run in my knee-high socks and I seemed to go faster.
That probably wasn't the best choice, because maybe then, just maybe, I would have been able to stop myself from running into . . .
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Draco's POV
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I walked slowly down the dungeon hallways. What's the point of going to the stupid prefects meeting anyway? I asked myself mentally. All they were going to talk about was how the students had been breaking more rules and how bad of a job all the prefects were doing. Well, fuck them. They can burn in hell for all I care. I'd send them a postcard, but hey, nobody's going to make me.
I started to hum a particular tune that I enjoyed listening to. It was one I had first heard during the summer when my cousin came to visit me. She was a tomboy and she enjoyed video games. Both muggle and wizard. So when she came, she brought a muggle device called a "Nintendo 64" with around fifteen games. There was one that caught my eye when I first saw it. It read "MarioKart64" in cartoon letters.
"What is that game?" I asked her. Cometa (that's my cousin's name) looked up at me and smiled.
"Mario Kart. Awesome game. I bet you I could beat you at it." She said, grabbing it from the pile of games and twisting it in her fingers.
"You're on. Just don't let Lucius know that you brought muggle things into the manor. He'll skin us both alive." I warned her.
"I know. I was there that one time when he skinned that muggle from head to toe. I didn't know someone could scream that much. Or bleed that much." She hooked the Nintendo into his wizard television and we played nine hours straight, the house elves bringing us whatever we wished.
Now the house elves brought up a person into my mind that I didn't want in it. Hermione Granger. The stupid know-it-all. That was quite the oxymoron of the day. And as if on cue, that very person ran into me at full speed.
"Well speak of the devil," I said, smirking.
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Both POV's
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Hermione fell to the floor with a crack and lay there breathless. Her skirt was up and you could see her underwear. Draco just stood there, phased for about three seconds, and then he put that smirk back onto his face.
"Nice knickers Granger." He said, looking down at the face of Toadstool on a go-kart. She gave a small scream and stood, pushing her skirt down.
"You pig. Why the hell didn't you look away?" Hermione asked angrily. 'The vixen has spice this morning. I wonder how much more pepper she can take without combusting?' Draco asked mentally.
"I don't know. You really can't miss the blue against the gray and white. They're a bit little girlish don't you think Granger?" he asked her. He knew that wasn't supposed to push buttons, but he was just getting started.
"No they aren't, Malfoy. And you could have just turned away instead of just staring at them, you ass hole." She snapped angrily. Ron was rubbing off on her with the swearing. Damn him. She took a step to the side and he stepped in front of her. What was he playing at? "Move Malfoy."
"Why would I do that Granger?" he asked smirking even wider.
"Because I told you to bloody do it." Hermione practically yelled.
"Do you just want to attract attention?" he asked her.
"If it gets me away from you." She said in dangerous tones. He put on a mock hurt face.
"I'm hurt Granger. I really am. You hate me?" he asked, sticking out his bottom lip. He was aggravating her. He could tell by the way that her eyes were turning into brown slits. She was glaring at him!
"Yes Malfoy. I hate your devil-forsaken soul. I hate your prissy clothes, prissy attitude, and your prissy acts. It annoys the hell out of me. Now get the fuck out of my way!" she yelled. Draco looked around. Nobody was there. So he shot her back with something that caught her off guard.
"You like Mario Kart?" he asked. Hermione's face got a look of surprise and she looked at him as if he were growing two heads. How did he know about Nintendo, or Mario Kart for that damn matter? She answered him anyway.
"Yeah. How do you know about it?" she asked. She was conversing with the enemy! What the hell was wrong with her? She should have just pushed him the hell out of the way and got the prefects meeting she was already five minutes late for. Hey! He was late too. But then again, the meeting was with Snape. Twenty points from GRYFFINDOR!
"My cousin taught me how to play. It just so happens, I got one for my birthday." He said, hinting at something Hermione couldn't get.
"That's nice Malfoy now get out of my way." She tried to push past him but he grabbed her arms and pushed against the nearest wall. She was caught by surprise. He was touching her. Malfoy was touching her! He was going to get castrated if he didn't let go very soon.
"I was wondering Granger. How good are you at the game?" he asked slyly.
"Good." Hermione said smugly. Yes. Vixen she was.
"How about a little game then? The Slytherin common Room. 12 o'clock? Don't be late or I'll tell everyone about your little underwear." He challenged. Hermione didn't even think a second before answering.
"I won't." she said menacingly. He smirked at her.
"I'll be waiting for you then." He let go of her arms and walked toward the Great Hall doors. He opened them and Hermione could hear Professor Snape great him.
"Why the hell did I do that?" Hermione asked herself. She walked to the large doors and opened them. She stepped in, her shoes in her right hand and sat down next to Ernie McMillan.
Miss Granger. Twenty points from Gryffindor for being tardy." Snape said in his evil little voice.
"Whatever." Hermione said, putting on her shoes.