HEY! I'm Back! None of y'all reviewed last time, so I'm wondering if I should continue this story. It is the first FanFiction I have ever posted and I'm getting no feedback, so I don't know if it's good or not. Well, please review because it would make my day.
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"I have to figure out how I am going to do this new look," I whisper to myself. "Should I ask Ginny? No, she'll say I'm beautiful the way I am even though I know I'm not." I get back to my room to find that Draco's already in it. "Fuck," I mumble as I walk past him. I forgot that I share a living quarters with him now that I am head girl and he is head boy. I really wish Mcgonagal would have given the head boy slot to someone more deserving like, Harry or… Ron. Just hearing Ron's name sends shivers up my back. "Your doing this for him, your doing this for him." I repeat over and over in my head to make sure I get it. If this is the only way he will like me, then let it be. I drop my bag off in the common room then go to grab all my hair products, brushing past Malfoy on the way to the bathroom. He doesn't even glance my way, just continuing to read the Daily Prophet. Wait, why is he reading the Daily Prophet? He hates that newspaper. Wait, why do I know this about him? Convincing myself it's just because I am forced to see him every day, I continue to make my way to the bathroom. Does Hogwarts even have plugs?Finally finding one under the sink, I plug in my straightener, a muggle product that makes hair straight for short periods of time, and turn it on as high as it can go. I put some products in my hair all the way chanting, "It's the only way he'll love you, the only way." Why can't he realize what an ass Lavender is, or are they broken up and he is with his slut of the week? I start to straighten my hair and I feel It to come back. As if It can control what I do, my hand somehow grips the straightening iron and I cry out in pain.
"Serves you right, you little bitch," it hisses in my ear. Screaming like a banshee I pry my fingers away one by one. Malfoy waltzes in and swiftly unplugs the straightener. I quickly shove my hand under the faucet sink, sighing at the relief from the clear water running down my hand. I let a tear fall when I hear a soft puff. Turning quickly I wipe my tear and straighten up. In the process, my hand comes out from under the faucet and It sends a new pain through my arm. Malfoy leaves and I groan annoyed. First, acting like he cares, then rushing out and acting as if he doesn't care about me? Typical Malfoy. All of a sudden the bathroom door opens again and Malfoy strides in with his wand at the ready. I go to my back pocket, where I usually keep my wand, but remember I put it in my school bag, which is in the common room. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
All of a sudden Malfoy goes, "Petrificus Totalus" locking my legs and arms to my body in a full body bind. I try to scream out at him to tell him to get out, but it comes out as a high mumble. Damn you Malfoy. All of a sudden he comes over to me and grabs my burnt hand. I almost forgot about it. Digging his wand into my hand so I start a whimpered scream, he repairs my hand in a heartbeat. Unlocking me from the full body bind he puts out a hand to pull me up. I grab it with my newly healed hand and pull myself up. Spitting out the first comment that comes to my brain, I poke my finger into his chest and scream, "What was that for?"
He just stands there chuckling, as if he didn't just put me in a full body bind and try to kill me. Well, he didn't try to kill me, but he could have!
"Well! What was it for? Just felt like terrorizing the Mudblood didn't you?" He cringes back at the word and I am confused. Although confused, I don't let that stop me from screaming my ass off at him. "Have a little fun there did you? Favorite thing to do? Ugh! You're just like your father!" I turn around to leave but he grabs me by my robes and shoves me against the bathroom counter so my back is pressing into the sink enough to hurt.
" Now you listen carefully. I am nothing like my father," pausing he screams, "You hear me? Nothing. Don't ever say that again." With each word he utters I am pushed back a little more into the counter and he comes closer. His breath is on me, smells like peppermint and butter beer. I just stare at him for a minute. I take in his white blonde hair and his breath-taking grey eyes. Since we are in the common room he isn't wearing his robes, but a black shirt and this close to him I can feel each sculpted muscle in his body against mine. I never noticed this, but he is not that much taller than me. It must be his presence whenever I am around him, but he makes me feel like a mouse, and he is the lion that is about to eat me for dinner.
"Ahem." He says clearing his throat. I haven't realized how long I have been staring at him. I can feel my cheeks getting red and look down to hide my face. He pulls it up with one finger, but suddenly jerks it back mumbling to himself, "No. No," and a few other words that I can't understand. "Enjoying the view?" he says looking into my eyes and bringing back the signature Malfoy smirk.
"Shut up Malfoy."
"Hey, I'm just a casual observer watching you stare at my beauty. It must be absolutely devastating that you can't stare at me every moment of everyday. Who knows, you might like what you see; but oh no. I don't think Potter will approve of that. After all, we are supposably sworn enemies fighting for each others heads on platters." He turns away and walks out, leaving me there open-mouthed and speechless. I fight the urge to run after him and spin him around to say a snarky comment that will get us ripping each others throats out again.
Turning around to the mirror, I find that my face still has a few stray tears dangling here and there. I brush them away with the back of my hand and splash my face with cold water to remove the redness. You didn't just think Malfoy was hot, did you? I mean, he does have muscles, but so does Ron. They might just not be a prominent, but he does have them, right? Right. So who cares that he rendered me speechless? Not me, that's who! I assure myself that I absolutely have no attraction what so ever towards Malfoy and plug in my straightening iron again, reminding myself to be more careful this time. Wait, why am I not just using a spell? There you go again Hermione, proving to yourself that you are just a failure for being "The Brightest Witch of Your Age." Stupid, stupid, stupid. Just a simpleminded, dense, unintelligent, and deficient girl.
I pull the chord of the straightening iron to unplug it, wrap it up and carry it to my room peeking out of the bathroom door before exciting. I quietly shut my bedroom door, go to my shelf and grab my, Beauty Wands, book that and I quote, is supposed to, "Make you feel better and look better with a few simple quick and easy spells! No harsh potions or screeching novels needed! In this copy of Beauty Wands, you will find all your magical needs from hair removal to princess attire in a moments notice!" A load of horse shit if you ask me, but Ron bought t for me saying to "clean myself up." I never consider it before, priding myself in being me, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I plop myself onto my bed and lie down with my nose to the book. Flipping through the pages I find a easy hair straightening spell to do. I start to work on it by transfiguring items into hairy objects to straighten. Finally getting it right, I go to bed early because we have Potions tomorrow morning at eight, and I don't feel the need to exert myself to the point of death-well, at least not at this moment.
Not in love with this chapter, so I would love it if you guys commented on what I need to improve on when I'm writing. Sorry about the bad grammar. Please Review! Thanks!
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