A/N: Okay if all goes well then this will be a super fan fiction! After you're done reading
then please review..it only takes a minute and it would be much appreciated...
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of the characters but I wonder how much they'd
sell for on E-Bay...
On with the story!!
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An eeire silence loomed throughout the Great Hall. It was dark and only one man's footsteps
could be heard. He slowly made his way up to the front of the room and stood for a moment
smiling to himself and enjoying the final moment of peace. With a simple snap of his fingers,
the room lit up and extraordinary decorations lined the room. The heavy doors slowly opened
and hundreds of students began filing in. The Great Hall was once again filled with busy
chatter as new students 'ooed' and 'ahhed' at the magnificent sight before them and returning
students reaquainted themselves with the place that marked the official end of summer.
Somewhere in the sea of black cloaks, one boy impatiently pushed his way through the
crowd. Ignoring cries from younger students after they were helplessly thrown to the side, he
confidently continued on.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" Snapped a small first year at the blond head of hair that
was quickly proceeding through the enormous group of people. The head stopped and spun
around faster than the young boy expected. Within an instant, he faced a set of cold grey eyes
that flashed with anger.
"What did you just say?" He spat through gritted teeth. The smaller boy wouldn't budge. He glared
back at the face just inches from his own.
"You heard me. Who gives you the right to shove everyone else around?"
The blond's fair skin began to flush with anger as the corners of his lips curved up slightly to form
a deadly smile. A look of amusment danced across his face but his eyes remained cold as stone.
"You must not know who I am," He said quietly. "The name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Perhaps
you've heard of me?"
The young student's eyes grew wide with fear as he quickly began to retreat.
"I'm...er...terribly sorry, Mr. Malfoy. Had I known who you were, I would have treated you with the...
uh...um...respect you deseve!" The boy continuted on but as everyone knows, Malfoys don't ever
waste their precious time listening to incessant rambling.
He finally shoved his way to the Slytherin Table where fellow students sat and awaited his arrival.
Applause broke out from a group of Slytherins at his noted presence. A cocky smile naturally
appeared on his face as he took his place at the table.
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At the same, a certain girl in her seventh year rolled her eyes from across the room.
"All hail the Mighty Malfoy," Hermione declared in a mocking tone. "I just don't get it. He treats people
like shit and still gets worshipped like a king."
"They're afraid of what he might do to them if they don't idolize his greatness," her friend
commented with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. His green eyes shone with disgust from behind his
round glasses.
"This year I say we give him what he deserves!" Their friend piped up from the other side of the table.
"I mean...it's our last year here so we'd better make it our best!"
"Ron, you're crazy," Hermoine said with a sigh and Harry laughed. Ron smiled.
"I might be crazy but I do know that this year is going to be the best." And the others agreed. There was
nothing that could happen to ruin such a promising year.
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After the new students were sorted and the feast was devoured, Hermione sat and waited for
Harry and Ron to finish their meals. She began to drift off in deep thought. A soft tap on her shoulder
brought her back to reality as she spun around to find herself face to face with none other than
the Headmaster himself.
"Hello, Professor!" She said cheerfully. "How have you been?"
"I've been fine, thanks. I have come to deliver some good news to you. I made a decision on my
choice of Head Girl and I hope that you will be willing to accept the position. You are the most
eligible student and it'd be a crime to give the privilege to anyone else," Dumbledore announced,
eyes twinkling. Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had worked so hard for the
past seven years to be Head Girl.It had been her dream for so long and it was coming true before
her very eyes. Her expression must have said it all because Dumbledore nodded and smiled.
"I'll take that as a yes. Come now, and I'll show you to your room."
Harry and Ron congratulated Hermione as she stood in a daze and automatically followed
Dumbledore out of the Great Hall and up numerous flights of stairs. After what seemed like
forever, they stopped in front of a portait of a young woman with long blond hair and glowing blue eyes.
"Password, please?" She asked in a soft, gentle voice.
"Dumbledore," He promptly responded and the portrait swung opened. "Okay, Hermione, I'll leave
you at this point. You go ahead in. Your belongings have already been delivered." He gave her
one last smile and he turned to return down the winding stairways.
"Thank you," Hermione said graciously as she watched Dumbledore proceed into the shadows.
She turned her attention back to the open portrait before her and took a deep breath before entering.
What she saw went beyond her wildest dreams. It was perfect. No, it was better than perfect. It
was Heaven. There was a small fireplace in one corner with large, dark red couches surrounding
it. In another corner sat an enormous desk fully equipped with everything an outstanding student
would need to excell in school. Next to the desk stood the biggest bookcase Hermione had ever
seen. On the other side of the room was an enormous sized bed that seemed big enough for five
people. Hermione noted a door located on the wall by the bed and was sure it led to the bathroom.
But before she could admire any more of the room, the doorknob turned and the bathroom door
swung open revealing a dark figure Hermione couldn't make out.
"Who's there?" She questioned, not sure if she wanted a response. A moment of silence and then:
"Well, well," The figure replied coldly. "If it isn't mudblood Granger."
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A/N: Okay, so what did you think? It's my first fan fiction and I know it could use some help...Please
review and let me know if you really like it....or just let me know if I really suck! If i get some reviews
I'll continue so just tell me what you're thinkin!!
then please review..it only takes a minute and it would be much appreciated...
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of the characters but I wonder how much they'd
sell for on E-Bay...
On with the story!!
*********************************************************************************************************
An eeire silence loomed throughout the Great Hall. It was dark and only one man's footsteps
could be heard. He slowly made his way up to the front of the room and stood for a moment
smiling to himself and enjoying the final moment of peace. With a simple snap of his fingers,
the room lit up and extraordinary decorations lined the room. The heavy doors slowly opened
and hundreds of students began filing in. The Great Hall was once again filled with busy
chatter as new students 'ooed' and 'ahhed' at the magnificent sight before them and returning
students reaquainted themselves with the place that marked the official end of summer.
Somewhere in the sea of black cloaks, one boy impatiently pushed his way through the
crowd. Ignoring cries from younger students after they were helplessly thrown to the side, he
confidently continued on.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" Snapped a small first year at the blond head of hair that
was quickly proceeding through the enormous group of people. The head stopped and spun
around faster than the young boy expected. Within an instant, he faced a set of cold grey eyes
that flashed with anger.
"What did you just say?" He spat through gritted teeth. The smaller boy wouldn't budge. He glared
back at the face just inches from his own.
"You heard me. Who gives you the right to shove everyone else around?"
The blond's fair skin began to flush with anger as the corners of his lips curved up slightly to form
a deadly smile. A look of amusment danced across his face but his eyes remained cold as stone.
"You must not know who I am," He said quietly. "The name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Perhaps
you've heard of me?"
The young student's eyes grew wide with fear as he quickly began to retreat.
"I'm...er...terribly sorry, Mr. Malfoy. Had I known who you were, I would have treated you with the...
uh...um...respect you deseve!" The boy continuted on but as everyone knows, Malfoys don't ever
waste their precious time listening to incessant rambling.
He finally shoved his way to the Slytherin Table where fellow students sat and awaited his arrival.
Applause broke out from a group of Slytherins at his noted presence. A cocky smile naturally
appeared on his face as he took his place at the table.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At the same, a certain girl in her seventh year rolled her eyes from across the room.
"All hail the Mighty Malfoy," Hermione declared in a mocking tone. "I just don't get it. He treats people
like shit and still gets worshipped like a king."
"They're afraid of what he might do to them if they don't idolize his greatness," her friend
commented with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. His green eyes shone with disgust from behind his
round glasses.
"This year I say we give him what he deserves!" Their friend piped up from the other side of the table.
"I mean...it's our last year here so we'd better make it our best!"
"Ron, you're crazy," Hermoine said with a sigh and Harry laughed. Ron smiled.
"I might be crazy but I do know that this year is going to be the best." And the others agreed. There was
nothing that could happen to ruin such a promising year.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After the new students were sorted and the feast was devoured, Hermione sat and waited for
Harry and Ron to finish their meals. She began to drift off in deep thought. A soft tap on her shoulder
brought her back to reality as she spun around to find herself face to face with none other than
the Headmaster himself.
"Hello, Professor!" She said cheerfully. "How have you been?"
"I've been fine, thanks. I have come to deliver some good news to you. I made a decision on my
choice of Head Girl and I hope that you will be willing to accept the position. You are the most
eligible student and it'd be a crime to give the privilege to anyone else," Dumbledore announced,
eyes twinkling. Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had worked so hard for the
past seven years to be Head Girl.It had been her dream for so long and it was coming true before
her very eyes. Her expression must have said it all because Dumbledore nodded and smiled.
"I'll take that as a yes. Come now, and I'll show you to your room."
Harry and Ron congratulated Hermione as she stood in a daze and automatically followed
Dumbledore out of the Great Hall and up numerous flights of stairs. After what seemed like
forever, they stopped in front of a portait of a young woman with long blond hair and glowing blue eyes.
"Password, please?" She asked in a soft, gentle voice.
"Dumbledore," He promptly responded and the portrait swung opened. "Okay, Hermione, I'll leave
you at this point. You go ahead in. Your belongings have already been delivered." He gave her
one last smile and he turned to return down the winding stairways.
"Thank you," Hermione said graciously as she watched Dumbledore proceed into the shadows.
She turned her attention back to the open portrait before her and took a deep breath before entering.
What she saw went beyond her wildest dreams. It was perfect. No, it was better than perfect. It
was Heaven. There was a small fireplace in one corner with large, dark red couches surrounding
it. In another corner sat an enormous desk fully equipped with everything an outstanding student
would need to excell in school. Next to the desk stood the biggest bookcase Hermione had ever
seen. On the other side of the room was an enormous sized bed that seemed big enough for five
people. Hermione noted a door located on the wall by the bed and was sure it led to the bathroom.
But before she could admire any more of the room, the doorknob turned and the bathroom door
swung open revealing a dark figure Hermione couldn't make out.
"Who's there?" She questioned, not sure if she wanted a response. A moment of silence and then:
"Well, well," The figure replied coldly. "If it isn't mudblood Granger."
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A/N: Okay, so what did you think? It's my first fan fiction and I know it could use some help...Please
review and let me know if you really like it....or just let me know if I really suck! If i get some reviews
I'll continue so just tell me what you're thinkin!!