From the Ferret's View
Moment 1
It constantly astounds me just how stupid Gryffindors can be. In particular, a moronic Mudblood and an even more idiotic blood traitor. I hope you know who I mean by that- yes, Weasley and Granger. It seems you aren't as hopelessly clueless as those two.
You might be wondering, "Draco, you devilishly handsome Slytherin, what on earth are you talking about?" The answer is quite simple, really- I'm talking about the fact that it took those two bloody Gryffindors nearly seven years to figure out that they were supposed to be together!
Honestly, when your enemy figures out who you're going to end up with before you do, you have a serious problem.
The first time I had an inkling that Weasley and Granger were going to end up together, they weren't even friends, nor were we even at Hogwarts yet. Hell, they didn't even know I was there. But as it happens, Crabbe, Goyle and I were in the compartment next to Potter's and Weasley's, and our door was open, resulting in us hearing absolutely everything…
"Oi, Malfoy," Crabbe asked, his mouth overflowing with food in mid-chew. "D'you want that Chocolate Frog?"
"No. Go ahead," I tossed the Chocolate frog to him, wincing at his revolting manners. "Crabbe, learn to chew with your mouth closed, will you? Same goes for you, Goyle." Both of my mates instantly shut their mouths as they chewed, trying not to choke on all the food. I smirked at their expense- it was quite a funny sight. Suddenly, I was distracted by a loud, bossy voice from nearby.
"Are you sure that's a real spell?" The voice- it was clearly a girl's- asked, sounding skeptical. I could only guess she had come upon some student who had been foolishly attempting magic, as she continued, "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all-"
Goyle's snort cut off her words. "A Mudblood, eh? Filth."
"Quiet!" I snapped at him, just in time to hear the girl say,
"I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?"
After a pause, a new voice- a boy's, this time- spoke, "I'm Ron Weasley." I snickered; Father had warned me there was a Weasley my age, and I couldn't be more excited. It meant that I'd have someone to torture.
"Harry Potter," a new voice- vaguely familiar, though I had no clue where from- piped in. I sat up, and I could tell that Goyle and Crabbe did, too. Did this boy say he was Harry Potter? The oh-so-famous Boy Who Lived? Defeater of the great Dark Lord?
Good. Father had told me to befriend him. It helped considerably to know where to find him.
Apparently, even though she was a Mudblood, this Granger girl recognized Potter's name, too. "Are you really? I know all about you, of course- I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century."
"Am I?" I chuckled at Potter's overwhelmed tone. Pathetic.
Little Miss Know-It-All replied, "Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have figured out everything I could if it was me. Do either of you know what House you'll be in? I've been asking around, I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad… Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon."
I heard her and some other person- no doubt just as much of a loser, presumably named Neville by the sound of it- walk down the corridor, thankfully away from me. Bloody hell, the girl could talk.
"Whatever House I'm in, I hope she's not in it," I barely made out Weasley grumble.
I couldn't agree with him more.
Now, you might be thinking to yourself, "How does that make a person think that Weasley and Granger are meant to be, oh great Prince of Slytherin?"
To be honest, my reasons are complete rubbish, but I'll tell you them anyways. For one, all the Weasleys are blood traitors, and Granger's a Mudblood- that alone makes them perfect together, in my opinion. They could have traitorous little half-blood babies together. Second, the Mudblood wouldn't stop talking, whereas Weasley didn't talk once after introducing himself (though, I suppose, that could've been because Granger didn't give him a chance to, she was so busy jabbering); we all know how opposites attract.
But the most important reason was that Weasley disliked her right off the bat. I'm sure you need explaining, so I shall comply (don't get used to it).
You must understand, I am not one of those people who believe in all that bullshit about "Hate being one step from love," blah blah blah. I do, however, believe in dislike being one step from love, in some cases. In those cases, the two people have to be basically the same kind of people- as in, either both are good, or both are bad. I've heard that there's some Muggle book, by Shakespoon or something, about these two moronic teenagers from enemy families falling in love, despite being entirely different types of people.
Let me tell you, that's an even bigger load of bull than "Hate being one step from love".
Anyways, so my basic point is, Weasley disliked Granger, and both of them were those disgusting, genuinely good people that make me want to throw up. So you see? They fit both of my criteria.
I know, you're probably extremely confused right now. I can't honestly say that I'm all that surprised- very few people understand the genius that is my mind. Don't worry, though- it gets easier. Because with each time I observe Weasley and Granger, it's all too obvious- to me, and any relatively intelligent person, at least- that they're falling for each other a little bit more…
I haven't seen a story like this yet, and I thought it would be interesting to try. I have to tell you, I LOVE writing as Draco Malfoy. It is HILARIOUS! Anyways, so I have a few chapters written so far, but I'm not sure how often I'll post, or when I'll have a chance to write the other chapters. But I'll do it as quick as I can, I promise you!
I'm going to clear up one thing now: THIS FIC GOES BY THE BOOKS. NOT THE MOVIES. So if there's some sort of really sweet Ron/Hermione moment in the movies, I'll do my best to try to write it so that it fits into the books, but if I can't manage it, then PLEASE do not start yelling at me. Also, I might make up some moments. Thanks!
Thanks so much for reading! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review! If you don't, then how will I know whether or not my story is a complete and utter failure? ;)
-Joelle8