Filthy Mudblood: I was just thinking right now, how ashamed J.K. would be
of me for making my penname Filthy Mudblood... actually, I was thinking
about that when I made it, too, but I didn't know what to put... and
besides, I'm insulting myself really... anyway...
Disclaimer: All the characters, places, spells, and such mentioned in this fanfiction are property of J.K. Rowling.
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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall-1-The News
"Oh my god!" Draco Malfoy, now in his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, exclaimed. "Look at this!"
"Look at what?"
"This!"
"I don't see anything."
"THIS HUGE ZIT ON MY FREAKIN' FOREHEAD! IT'S GIGANTIC HOW CAN YOU NOT NOTICE IT?!" Draco yelled, pointing to a tiny red bump on his nose.
"It's not that big. Besides, nobody'll notice it when they see your whole face... you're the most handsome boy in the school," Pansy Parkinson said, watching him looking in the mirror in the train compartment.
Draco sighed, sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around her. "I love you," she whispered. He nodded his head, and leaned in to kiss her. They were just getting into the kiss when the door opened. They broke apart and looked up to see Goyle standing there.
"Goyle! Do you mind?!" Draco hissed.
"Well, I came here to tell you that... uh..."
"Out with it! I was busy here!"
"Er..."
"Professor... er... what professor was it again, Goyle?" Crabbe said, coming up from behind him.
"Professor McGonagall?"
"Oh, yeah... she... oh, she wanted to see you."
"Okay... where?" Draco asked.
"Front of the train I guess."
"You guess?"
Crabbe and Goyle just stood there looking stupid, not saying anything. Draco shook his head, and left. On his way out the door he added, "You'd better be right!" as he shoved both of them slightly backwards with his shoulders as he passed. He went to the very front room and knocked on the door.
"Come in," a voice, that sounded like Professor McGonagall said. He opened the door and saw...
"What's GRANGER doing here?!" he demanded.
"I have something to say to the both of you," Professor McGonagall said. "Now if you'll just have a seat next to-"
"Never! I don't want that mudblood filth to get on my robes!" He said looking at Hermione Granger with disgust, as if she was no more than the dirt he walked on. Which was exactly how he saw her.
"Well I'm telling you to sit by her, and if I say so, you will," The teacher said, strictly, ignoring the word 'mudblood.'
He sat in the chair, but pushed it all the way to the opposite wall, as far away from Hermione as he could possibly get.
"Now, I suppose you two are wondering why I needed to talk to you... well, I am very proud to announce that you, Hermione Granger, are head girl, and you, Draco Malfoy are head boy. Congratulations!" The expression on her face loosened up a little bit and she actually held a smile on her face. She reached out a hand and shook each of theirs. "I also have some news that might be a little... well, let's just say you won't be too happy about it." They waited, and finally, she spoke again. "Since you two will have to work together this year-" both of them groaned "-you will also be sharing living quarters."
"No!"
"Wait!"
"That's not fair!"
"You can't do this to me!"
"What did I do to deserve this punishment?"
"Now, calm down you two! It won't be that bad. You'll just have to learn to get along anyway. There will be a common room that you will share, as well as a bathroom. Then off of that branch two bedrooms, one for each of you, of course. You won't get to see your housemates as much, but you will also have the password, so you'll be able to visit them anytime. I do hope you'll be able to get along. It's relevant, and you two are basically in charge of the school for the rest of this year. We're all counting on you, and we hope you do an excellent job." She dismissed them.
Hermione was to the door first, but then Draco squeezed past her, and she followed him, glaring at his back. Suddenly, he turned around and stared her straight in the eye. "Listen up, Granger! I want as little to do as possible with you this year, so you'd better stay out of my way. You stay away from me and I'll stay away from you when we're not working. Do we have a deal?" He held out his hand.
She looked at it, then back up at him. "Actually, that's alright. I'll pass."
"You can't 'pass'... I want nothing to do with you, but unfortunately I'll have to sometimes, more than usual. Shake!" he commanded.
"No!" she said, in the same tone of voice.
Then he started towards her, and she backed into the wall. "Hermione?" Both of them turned and saw Harry come out of the compartment beside them. Then Ron poked his head out, too.
"Hey, Potty... Weasel," Draco said. "See you later, mudblood!"
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"I still can't believe Dumbledore chose MALFOY, of all people, to be head boy... it just doesn't make sense!" Ron said. "How good of a student is he? What has he done for the school?"
"Bought new brooms for Slytherin team... bought a couple hundred brand new books for the library..."
"Which was really considerate of him!" Hermione piped up.
Ron rolled his eyes.
"Bought-"
"Okay, we don't need the whole list! Basically, he bought his way in. I'm guessing Professor Snape had something to do with it," Ron suggested.
"I think you're right," Hermione agreed.
"But how can they do something as stupid? They should pick someone that's worthy of the title. Like Harry, or someone. Just not MALFOY!"
"Did I hear my name?" The compartment door had just opened, and there stood Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. "I thought I heard someone say... 'Just not Malfoy'... What were you talking about?"
"None of your business," Ron said.
"Oh, but I think it is my business... afterall, if you were talking about me... I really do have a right to know, you know."
"Not really," Hermione muttered.
"What was that?" Draco snapped, looking to where she sat. "What did you say?"
"I didn't say anything... I was just sitting here reading this book," she said, innocently.
He glanced at the book, then stepped forwards. "It sometimes helps if you hold the book the right side up," he took it from her hands flipped it the right way, and handed it to her, smirking.
"Thanks for the tip!" she said, sarcastically, as they left. "As if I didn't know!"
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They had no more visits from Malfoy for the rest of the train ride... however...
"Hiya, Harry!" It was Colin Creevey, with a camera... surprise, surprise. He was sixteen, and still full of just as much energy as when he was in his first year. He hadn't changed one bit.
"Hullo, Colin," Harry said.
"How was your summer, Harry? Was it fun? Did you do anything fun for the summer?" Colin asked, as fast as he could.
"Actually, no."
"You didn't have a fun summer? How come, Harry? What happened?"
"Actually, I was just getting up to go to the bathroom, so if you'll excuse- --" He started getting up, and was just walking out the door when he heard Colin say from behind, "Oh, I'll come with you, Harry!" Harry turned around and saw Colin coming out the door, but then a hand from the compartment grabbed the collar of his shirt and stopped him. It was Hermione.
"I think you'd better just stay here," she said. Colin stayed there, but watched sadly as Harry left. Harry was relieved to get away from him, if only for a few minutes.
"So, Colin, how was your summer?" Hermione asked, after Colin had finally taken a seat. She wasn't really interested... she found him to be quite annoying, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings.
"Oh, it was great...." he started, his face grew eager again, as he explained the events of his summer. During his talk Ron sneaked out without Colin noticing. On his way out Hermione turned to glare at him for leaving her all alone with Colin, and then Ron gave a sort of awkward glance. Then she turned her attention back to Colin, not really listening but just adding a 'yes' or a 'mm-hmm' here and there. When he was finished, he asked, "So how was your summer?"
Then she mentioned a few things that had happened over the summer, as she was secretly cursing Ron and Harry for not coming back. She assumed Ron told him about Colin still there. Harry would've been back by now. As she talked she saw Colin looking at her strange... she couldn't quite tell what sort of expression he wore, but it wasn't usual for him. She really felt uncomfortable now, but she couldn't just get up and say "Go! Now!" Soon enough they both ran out of things to say, so they just sat there... Hermione feeling all the more uncomfortable as the moments passed. Then Colin moved over to sit beside her, and kept staring at her. She turned to look out the window. When she looked back at him he quickly moved his face forward and planted his lips right onto hers, then just as quickly pulled away. She just stared at him, not sure of what to do.
"Uh... we'll just go," a voice said. She turned and saw Harry and Ron in the doorway. She didn't even hear the door open. "No, really, that's fine.... Colin was just leaving."
"I was?" he asked, looking at her confused, but standing up. She stood as well.
"Yes... weren't you just saying that you were?" She pushed him a little out the door, and dragged Harry and Ron in.
"Whoa! Go, Hermione!" Ron said, and Harry sat there snickering.
"What are you talking about? I don't like Colin!"
"Sure, you don't, Hermione... I could tell by the way you kissed him!"
"I do NOT like him! I just turned around and he kissed me! I didn't even realize what was happening until after!"
"You can deny it all you want, but we know the truth. You, Hermione Granger, love Colin Creevey!" Ron said, getting an even bigger laugh out of Harry. But there was one little thing they forgot to do...
...Close the door.
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Filthy Mudblood: OoOoOoOoOoH!
Disclaimer: All the characters, places, spells, and such mentioned in this fanfiction are property of J.K. Rowling.
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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall-1-The News
"Oh my god!" Draco Malfoy, now in his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, exclaimed. "Look at this!"
"Look at what?"
"This!"
"I don't see anything."
"THIS HUGE ZIT ON MY FREAKIN' FOREHEAD! IT'S GIGANTIC HOW CAN YOU NOT NOTICE IT?!" Draco yelled, pointing to a tiny red bump on his nose.
"It's not that big. Besides, nobody'll notice it when they see your whole face... you're the most handsome boy in the school," Pansy Parkinson said, watching him looking in the mirror in the train compartment.
Draco sighed, sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around her. "I love you," she whispered. He nodded his head, and leaned in to kiss her. They were just getting into the kiss when the door opened. They broke apart and looked up to see Goyle standing there.
"Goyle! Do you mind?!" Draco hissed.
"Well, I came here to tell you that... uh..."
"Out with it! I was busy here!"
"Er..."
"Professor... er... what professor was it again, Goyle?" Crabbe said, coming up from behind him.
"Professor McGonagall?"
"Oh, yeah... she... oh, she wanted to see you."
"Okay... where?" Draco asked.
"Front of the train I guess."
"You guess?"
Crabbe and Goyle just stood there looking stupid, not saying anything. Draco shook his head, and left. On his way out the door he added, "You'd better be right!" as he shoved both of them slightly backwards with his shoulders as he passed. He went to the very front room and knocked on the door.
"Come in," a voice, that sounded like Professor McGonagall said. He opened the door and saw...
"What's GRANGER doing here?!" he demanded.
"I have something to say to the both of you," Professor McGonagall said. "Now if you'll just have a seat next to-"
"Never! I don't want that mudblood filth to get on my robes!" He said looking at Hermione Granger with disgust, as if she was no more than the dirt he walked on. Which was exactly how he saw her.
"Well I'm telling you to sit by her, and if I say so, you will," The teacher said, strictly, ignoring the word 'mudblood.'
He sat in the chair, but pushed it all the way to the opposite wall, as far away from Hermione as he could possibly get.
"Now, I suppose you two are wondering why I needed to talk to you... well, I am very proud to announce that you, Hermione Granger, are head girl, and you, Draco Malfoy are head boy. Congratulations!" The expression on her face loosened up a little bit and she actually held a smile on her face. She reached out a hand and shook each of theirs. "I also have some news that might be a little... well, let's just say you won't be too happy about it." They waited, and finally, she spoke again. "Since you two will have to work together this year-" both of them groaned "-you will also be sharing living quarters."
"No!"
"Wait!"
"That's not fair!"
"You can't do this to me!"
"What did I do to deserve this punishment?"
"Now, calm down you two! It won't be that bad. You'll just have to learn to get along anyway. There will be a common room that you will share, as well as a bathroom. Then off of that branch two bedrooms, one for each of you, of course. You won't get to see your housemates as much, but you will also have the password, so you'll be able to visit them anytime. I do hope you'll be able to get along. It's relevant, and you two are basically in charge of the school for the rest of this year. We're all counting on you, and we hope you do an excellent job." She dismissed them.
Hermione was to the door first, but then Draco squeezed past her, and she followed him, glaring at his back. Suddenly, he turned around and stared her straight in the eye. "Listen up, Granger! I want as little to do as possible with you this year, so you'd better stay out of my way. You stay away from me and I'll stay away from you when we're not working. Do we have a deal?" He held out his hand.
She looked at it, then back up at him. "Actually, that's alright. I'll pass."
"You can't 'pass'... I want nothing to do with you, but unfortunately I'll have to sometimes, more than usual. Shake!" he commanded.
"No!" she said, in the same tone of voice.
Then he started towards her, and she backed into the wall. "Hermione?" Both of them turned and saw Harry come out of the compartment beside them. Then Ron poked his head out, too.
"Hey, Potty... Weasel," Draco said. "See you later, mudblood!"
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"I still can't believe Dumbledore chose MALFOY, of all people, to be head boy... it just doesn't make sense!" Ron said. "How good of a student is he? What has he done for the school?"
"Bought new brooms for Slytherin team... bought a couple hundred brand new books for the library..."
"Which was really considerate of him!" Hermione piped up.
Ron rolled his eyes.
"Bought-"
"Okay, we don't need the whole list! Basically, he bought his way in. I'm guessing Professor Snape had something to do with it," Ron suggested.
"I think you're right," Hermione agreed.
"But how can they do something as stupid? They should pick someone that's worthy of the title. Like Harry, or someone. Just not MALFOY!"
"Did I hear my name?" The compartment door had just opened, and there stood Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. "I thought I heard someone say... 'Just not Malfoy'... What were you talking about?"
"None of your business," Ron said.
"Oh, but I think it is my business... afterall, if you were talking about me... I really do have a right to know, you know."
"Not really," Hermione muttered.
"What was that?" Draco snapped, looking to where she sat. "What did you say?"
"I didn't say anything... I was just sitting here reading this book," she said, innocently.
He glanced at the book, then stepped forwards. "It sometimes helps if you hold the book the right side up," he took it from her hands flipped it the right way, and handed it to her, smirking.
"Thanks for the tip!" she said, sarcastically, as they left. "As if I didn't know!"
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They had no more visits from Malfoy for the rest of the train ride... however...
"Hiya, Harry!" It was Colin Creevey, with a camera... surprise, surprise. He was sixteen, and still full of just as much energy as when he was in his first year. He hadn't changed one bit.
"Hullo, Colin," Harry said.
"How was your summer, Harry? Was it fun? Did you do anything fun for the summer?" Colin asked, as fast as he could.
"Actually, no."
"You didn't have a fun summer? How come, Harry? What happened?"
"Actually, I was just getting up to go to the bathroom, so if you'll excuse- --" He started getting up, and was just walking out the door when he heard Colin say from behind, "Oh, I'll come with you, Harry!" Harry turned around and saw Colin coming out the door, but then a hand from the compartment grabbed the collar of his shirt and stopped him. It was Hermione.
"I think you'd better just stay here," she said. Colin stayed there, but watched sadly as Harry left. Harry was relieved to get away from him, if only for a few minutes.
"So, Colin, how was your summer?" Hermione asked, after Colin had finally taken a seat. She wasn't really interested... she found him to be quite annoying, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings.
"Oh, it was great...." he started, his face grew eager again, as he explained the events of his summer. During his talk Ron sneaked out without Colin noticing. On his way out Hermione turned to glare at him for leaving her all alone with Colin, and then Ron gave a sort of awkward glance. Then she turned her attention back to Colin, not really listening but just adding a 'yes' or a 'mm-hmm' here and there. When he was finished, he asked, "So how was your summer?"
Then she mentioned a few things that had happened over the summer, as she was secretly cursing Ron and Harry for not coming back. She assumed Ron told him about Colin still there. Harry would've been back by now. As she talked she saw Colin looking at her strange... she couldn't quite tell what sort of expression he wore, but it wasn't usual for him. She really felt uncomfortable now, but she couldn't just get up and say "Go! Now!" Soon enough they both ran out of things to say, so they just sat there... Hermione feeling all the more uncomfortable as the moments passed. Then Colin moved over to sit beside her, and kept staring at her. She turned to look out the window. When she looked back at him he quickly moved his face forward and planted his lips right onto hers, then just as quickly pulled away. She just stared at him, not sure of what to do.
"Uh... we'll just go," a voice said. She turned and saw Harry and Ron in the doorway. She didn't even hear the door open. "No, really, that's fine.... Colin was just leaving."
"I was?" he asked, looking at her confused, but standing up. She stood as well.
"Yes... weren't you just saying that you were?" She pushed him a little out the door, and dragged Harry and Ron in.
"Whoa! Go, Hermione!" Ron said, and Harry sat there snickering.
"What are you talking about? I don't like Colin!"
"Sure, you don't, Hermione... I could tell by the way you kissed him!"
"I do NOT like him! I just turned around and he kissed me! I didn't even realize what was happening until after!"
"You can deny it all you want, but we know the truth. You, Hermione Granger, love Colin Creevey!" Ron said, getting an even bigger laugh out of Harry. But there was one little thing they forgot to do...
...Close the door.
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Filthy Mudblood: OoOoOoOoOoH!