(A/N: Hi there, Lilywing here. This isn't the first fanfic I've written, just the first I've ever posted. Forgive the story, it's a little wacky. My muse is weird. Plus, if you are offended by Rafaela's religion, don't go crying to me about it! It's not meant to offend anyone. It's just meant for part of her character! Enjoy the story, and r/r. Thanks!)
"Bored… ever so bored…"
Draco Malfoy was, needless to say, bored. Very, very bored. The summer had no way to bully people, to kick Potter around…
Well, look on the bright side, thought Draco, There is no Potter over the summer.
He sat in the library, reading a magazine. A muggle magazine, no less. He was bored. But he thought it funny what they had to say. Make yourself look beautiful in seconds… what was this crap? Draco checked the front cover, reading "Jump… a magazine for girls who dare to be different." Draco immediately blushed. It showed, unfortunately too much, on his pale face. A girls magazine? He kept reading. He had always wanted to know exactly what girls were thinking. Like Pansy… he certainly didn't understand her.
Hmm… one on one with the world's hottest boys? I don't think so. Fall fashions for back to school… not a chance. What kind of girl are you? Try "are you a girl?" No. Let's see… Aha! Pen pals for the summer! Hey girls, want to meet a great guy over the summer? This is the place! Perfect! I really want to meet some girls over the summer… even if they are muggle… I can just break their heart when the summer ends.
Hermione was reading a stupid magazine. I mean, she thought to herself, one on one with the world's hottest boys? Who reads this junk? You do, thought a voice in her head.
Her best muggle friend was sitting across from her, reading happily. Her name was Rafaela, but she liked to be called "Raf." She was outgoing, fun, totally apt to breaking rules… the exact opposite of Hermione. She only thing the two had in common was their brains. Raf just chose to use her brilliance in a different way.
"La la la!" Raf burst out suddenly. Raf was American, but had come with her mother to Britain. She had brought all sorts of American magazines. Hermione had been friends with her for an eternity, ever since 2nd grade.
Herm buried her face in her hands. "What now, Rafaela? "
"La la la!" she said again. "Vunderbar! Look at this, Hermy! It's like, the end of our summer boredom!"
"To tell you the truth," Hermione said irritably, reading the page in the mag that Raf had shown her, "Spending my time writing to muggle guys doesn't sound like much fun." Herm had told her friend about her being a Witch. Raf hadn't minded, being a 'Witch' herself. Rafaela was a Wiccan, a Goddess and God worshiping religion that could do a little simple magic. They weren't, contrary to popular belief, Satan worshipers. Satan didn't even exist in their religion. But they did perform spells, and were awesome at the art of potions.
"Aww… we muggles aren't that bad! Honestly, that fancy-pants school has made you cocky!"
"I wouldn't have done something like…" she motioned to the open page of the magazine, "this before I found out I was a witch."
"Come on Hermy! Where is your since of adventure?"
"I left it behind with Vol… you-know-who."
Raf sighed. "You, my buddy, are chicken!" Raf was laying stomach down on the floor of her room. She turned over onto her back, looking up at Hermione so that her golden-brown, mid-neck length, thick hair spread itself onto the floor. She waved two, red "pleather" (plastic leather, as she didn't believe in real leather,) booted feet in the air. Hermione grunted.
"Compared to you, maybe. You always wear fake leather, you're a vegetarian, you have a motorcycle, you drink your own potions… is there anything you don't do?"
"Nothing. Now, If I write in, will you? We can find someone brainy and into work like you!"
Hermione sighed. She stared into Rafaela's sapphire eyes. Herm has to hand it to Raf; she did know how to make a very convincing puppy face. "Alright! Alright! I'll do it, if it makes you happy."
"Thanks! I could kiss you! I won't, though. I have a boyfriend, thank-you-very-much."
Hermione sighed again, and turned onto her back as well. Maybe it won't be so bad as I thought, Herm said to herself.
(A/N: Told you it was weird! Well, what do you think? Should I continue it or not? You decide! Thanks so much for your time!)
(Disclaimer: No one, nothing, zip belongs to me, except Rafaela. She owns her house. Oh, and I own not the words, just the way I arrange them.)
Lilywing
"Bored… ever so bored…"
Draco Malfoy was, needless to say, bored. Very, very bored. The summer had no way to bully people, to kick Potter around…
Well, look on the bright side, thought Draco, There is no Potter over the summer.
He sat in the library, reading a magazine. A muggle magazine, no less. He was bored. But he thought it funny what they had to say. Make yourself look beautiful in seconds… what was this crap? Draco checked the front cover, reading "Jump… a magazine for girls who dare to be different." Draco immediately blushed. It showed, unfortunately too much, on his pale face. A girls magazine? He kept reading. He had always wanted to know exactly what girls were thinking. Like Pansy… he certainly didn't understand her.
Hmm… one on one with the world's hottest boys? I don't think so. Fall fashions for back to school… not a chance. What kind of girl are you? Try "are you a girl?" No. Let's see… Aha! Pen pals for the summer! Hey girls, want to meet a great guy over the summer? This is the place! Perfect! I really want to meet some girls over the summer… even if they are muggle… I can just break their heart when the summer ends.
Hermione was reading a stupid magazine. I mean, she thought to herself, one on one with the world's hottest boys? Who reads this junk? You do, thought a voice in her head.
Her best muggle friend was sitting across from her, reading happily. Her name was Rafaela, but she liked to be called "Raf." She was outgoing, fun, totally apt to breaking rules… the exact opposite of Hermione. She only thing the two had in common was their brains. Raf just chose to use her brilliance in a different way.
"La la la!" Raf burst out suddenly. Raf was American, but had come with her mother to Britain. She had brought all sorts of American magazines. Hermione had been friends with her for an eternity, ever since 2nd grade.
Herm buried her face in her hands. "What now, Rafaela? "
"La la la!" she said again. "Vunderbar! Look at this, Hermy! It's like, the end of our summer boredom!"
"To tell you the truth," Hermione said irritably, reading the page in the mag that Raf had shown her, "Spending my time writing to muggle guys doesn't sound like much fun." Herm had told her friend about her being a Witch. Raf hadn't minded, being a 'Witch' herself. Rafaela was a Wiccan, a Goddess and God worshiping religion that could do a little simple magic. They weren't, contrary to popular belief, Satan worshipers. Satan didn't even exist in their religion. But they did perform spells, and were awesome at the art of potions.
"Aww… we muggles aren't that bad! Honestly, that fancy-pants school has made you cocky!"
"I wouldn't have done something like…" she motioned to the open page of the magazine, "this before I found out I was a witch."
"Come on Hermy! Where is your since of adventure?"
"I left it behind with Vol… you-know-who."
Raf sighed. "You, my buddy, are chicken!" Raf was laying stomach down on the floor of her room. She turned over onto her back, looking up at Hermione so that her golden-brown, mid-neck length, thick hair spread itself onto the floor. She waved two, red "pleather" (plastic leather, as she didn't believe in real leather,) booted feet in the air. Hermione grunted.
"Compared to you, maybe. You always wear fake leather, you're a vegetarian, you have a motorcycle, you drink your own potions… is there anything you don't do?"
"Nothing. Now, If I write in, will you? We can find someone brainy and into work like you!"
Hermione sighed. She stared into Rafaela's sapphire eyes. Herm has to hand it to Raf; she did know how to make a very convincing puppy face. "Alright! Alright! I'll do it, if it makes you happy."
"Thanks! I could kiss you! I won't, though. I have a boyfriend, thank-you-very-much."
Hermione sighed again, and turned onto her back as well. Maybe it won't be so bad as I thought, Herm said to herself.
(A/N: Told you it was weird! Well, what do you think? Should I continue it or not? You decide! Thanks so much for your time!)
(Disclaimer: No one, nothing, zip belongs to me, except Rafaela. She owns her house. Oh, and I own not the words, just the way I arrange them.)
Lilywing