Chapter 2: Mudblood Germs & Couches
Draco Malfoy had just told off the mudblood. He was angry; he wasn't even sure why except that she could make him angry like no other girl. Draco wiped his hand on his robes, "Ugh, mudblood germs," he said to himself. He went into the bathroom to clean his hands with soap and water. He stood there lathering his hands with lavender soap. The water was really warm.
He walked over to the couch and threw himself on it, sighing to let out some of his left over anger. Just then the ever so sluttish Pansy Parkinson waltzed in to try and find him when he was most vulnerable. She didn't see him at first because he was slumped on the couch. He watched in amusement as she strutted over to the window to see if Draco or Blaise were out practicing quidditch.
He watched as she jumped up and down to look out the window, rolls jiggling, because she was so short. (She has a crush on both Draco and Blaise which I guess is obvious. Just then she whirled around to see Draco, "Ooh…Drakie," she squealed. He grimaced at the sound of her squealing voice. He tried to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep.
But she had already seen him awake, Draco scrambled to get up, but his protesting muscles refused because he had just played quidditch before harassing Granger. He braced himself for the impact. WHAM! For a big girl Pansy sure could waddle fast enough to land on him. She had run and jumped to land right on top of him. How that Pansy wanted him. The impact jarred him. "Ooh Drakie," she squealed again smelling his neck, "I love you, and don't you know that!" Her body was mangling him and her chest was suffocating him. He couldn't talk; Draco managed to get her chest off of his throat so he could breathe. "Pansy, get off of me!" he said. He may have been a strong guy but she was heavy.
"Ooh, but Draco, I know that you want me," she tried to croonsexily. Draco got his hands free to pull her away from his face before she tried to kiss him. He put his foot over one leg, grabbed her arms and pushed with all his might, she fell onto the floor with her rolls jiggling. She lay there shocked (last time she had tried this, she'd pinned and he couldn't move). Draco scrambled off of the couch and came close to her hear as if to whisper, "Next time go suffocate somebody else you elephant!" he yelled into her ear. With that he stalked out of the common room and slammed the door to his bedroom.
Oh, she would get him back, Hermione thought to herself walking into her room. She slammed the door and threw herself onto her bed, sighing deeply. Hermione wondered why Malfoy had snuck up behind her when he usually made his presence know immediately, always berating his air of authority over others he thought were beneath him. Oh well, she thought.
She put it into the back of her mind as unknown information. She would ponder about it later. It was time to think of a plan for revenge. She wanted revenge on a lot of people in her life, especially her grandmother; why not start with Draco Malfoy. He was going to wish he had never messed with Hermione Granger.
