Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything Harry Potter related. I,
unfortunately, do not. The plot is the only thing that will come out of my
twisted little mind.
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A vexed Hermione Granger sat at her desk. She had ran out of books in her house to read and had instead opted for a crossword puzzle. The question was, "A 5-letter synonym for irritated." She gave up and looked in the back for the answer. "Vexed." With an exasperated cry, she threw her crossword book across the room. She crawled onto her bed and picked up her old, decrepit, falling-apart, though readable copy of Hogwarts: A History. An owl flew in the window of her house towards the end of summer. With an excited gasp, she grabbed the letter from the owl's leg. This was the letter she had been waiting for all summer. "About bloody time," she muttered while unfolding her letter. She read:
Dear Hermione,
We at Hogwarts are pleased to have you back for you seventh, and final, year. You have been a model student since your first year, and a model prefect. We are happy to inform you that you are our Head Girl this year. Congratulations!
The letter went on for a few more pages explaining her duties and the supplies she will need. With a scream, she ran down to tell her parents.
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Draco Malfoy slammed the door to his room. "I WILL NEVER BE LIKE YOU, YOU BLOODY BASTARD! I HOPE YOU GET AVADA'D SOMEDAY!" He flopped on his bed. Telling Lucius he wanted him to die was a normal thing for Draco these days. His unfortunate decision not to become a Death Eater was tearing the family apart. His mother was crying, but she'd get over it. All of a sudden, the crying stopped. "Lucius must have smacked her again," thought Draco. He heard Lucius pounding up the stairs, obviously in a rage. "Oh, great," he thought to himself, "This ought to be interesting."
Lucius kicked his door in. "Congratu-fucking-lations," he said as he threw a letter at a bewildered Draco. With a smirk, Draco picked up his letter. He read:
Dear Draco,
We at Hogwarts are pleased to have you back for you seventh, and final, year. You have been a model student since your first year, and a model prefect. We are happy to inform you that you are our Head Boy this year. Congratulations!
The letter went on for a few more pages explaining his duties and the supplies he will need. With a sigh he flopped down on his bed. "Like there was any doubt," and rolled over to take a nap.
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The next day, Hermione got up to go get her supplies for school. After hours of shopping for books, badges, robes, parchment, quills, cauldrons, potions supplies, and various other things, her parents took her to the Three Broomsticks for some butterbeer. She was sitting a booth with her parents when Draco walked in. She noticed a bundle in his arms not unlike her own. "Oh no," she inwardly groaned, "Please, Dear Gods, don't let Malfoy be Head Boy!"
Doing her best to ignore Draco, Hermione was quite interested in the ceiling. Her parents were talking to each other and ignoring her, so it was easy to be quiet. She was, at the moment, counting her thirty-third ceiling tile when she was interrupted. "Hi."
She looked up into the silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. "Oh shit," she thought.
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Draco looked up and saw Hermione's Head Girl badge sitting on the table in front of her. "That Mudblood would be bloody Head Girl," he thought. He walked over to her and her parents. "Hi."
Startled, Hermione looked up. She shrunk back and then decided better of that. She played with her glass of butterbeer and said, "What do you want, Malfoy?"
An evil grin spread slowly across his face. "Congratulations on getting Head Girl." With that, Draco Malfoy walked out of the Three Broomsticks. He was walking through Diagon Alley with an evil smirk on his face. "I can't believe the look on her face back there!" he thought. A giggle escaped his lips and was not unlike the sound ferrets sometimes make. He grabbed his broomstick and hopped on. One invisibility charm later, he was soaring over England towards his house. When he got there, what he found was enough to scare even him.
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Hermione's parents looked up. "Who was that, dear?"
"No one of consequence."
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What do you think? If it sucks, tell me. I don't want to continue embarrassing myself if this is terrible, so REVIEW AND TELL ME DURNIT!
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A vexed Hermione Granger sat at her desk. She had ran out of books in her house to read and had instead opted for a crossword puzzle. The question was, "A 5-letter synonym for irritated." She gave up and looked in the back for the answer. "Vexed." With an exasperated cry, she threw her crossword book across the room. She crawled onto her bed and picked up her old, decrepit, falling-apart, though readable copy of Hogwarts: A History. An owl flew in the window of her house towards the end of summer. With an excited gasp, she grabbed the letter from the owl's leg. This was the letter she had been waiting for all summer. "About bloody time," she muttered while unfolding her letter. She read:
Dear Hermione,
We at Hogwarts are pleased to have you back for you seventh, and final, year. You have been a model student since your first year, and a model prefect. We are happy to inform you that you are our Head Girl this year. Congratulations!
The letter went on for a few more pages explaining her duties and the supplies she will need. With a scream, she ran down to tell her parents.
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Draco Malfoy slammed the door to his room. "I WILL NEVER BE LIKE YOU, YOU BLOODY BASTARD! I HOPE YOU GET AVADA'D SOMEDAY!" He flopped on his bed. Telling Lucius he wanted him to die was a normal thing for Draco these days. His unfortunate decision not to become a Death Eater was tearing the family apart. His mother was crying, but she'd get over it. All of a sudden, the crying stopped. "Lucius must have smacked her again," thought Draco. He heard Lucius pounding up the stairs, obviously in a rage. "Oh, great," he thought to himself, "This ought to be interesting."
Lucius kicked his door in. "Congratu-fucking-lations," he said as he threw a letter at a bewildered Draco. With a smirk, Draco picked up his letter. He read:
Dear Draco,
We at Hogwarts are pleased to have you back for you seventh, and final, year. You have been a model student since your first year, and a model prefect. We are happy to inform you that you are our Head Boy this year. Congratulations!
The letter went on for a few more pages explaining his duties and the supplies he will need. With a sigh he flopped down on his bed. "Like there was any doubt," and rolled over to take a nap.
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The next day, Hermione got up to go get her supplies for school. After hours of shopping for books, badges, robes, parchment, quills, cauldrons, potions supplies, and various other things, her parents took her to the Three Broomsticks for some butterbeer. She was sitting a booth with her parents when Draco walked in. She noticed a bundle in his arms not unlike her own. "Oh no," she inwardly groaned, "Please, Dear Gods, don't let Malfoy be Head Boy!"
Doing her best to ignore Draco, Hermione was quite interested in the ceiling. Her parents were talking to each other and ignoring her, so it was easy to be quiet. She was, at the moment, counting her thirty-third ceiling tile when she was interrupted. "Hi."
She looked up into the silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. "Oh shit," she thought.
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Draco looked up and saw Hermione's Head Girl badge sitting on the table in front of her. "That Mudblood would be bloody Head Girl," he thought. He walked over to her and her parents. "Hi."
Startled, Hermione looked up. She shrunk back and then decided better of that. She played with her glass of butterbeer and said, "What do you want, Malfoy?"
An evil grin spread slowly across his face. "Congratulations on getting Head Girl." With that, Draco Malfoy walked out of the Three Broomsticks. He was walking through Diagon Alley with an evil smirk on his face. "I can't believe the look on her face back there!" he thought. A giggle escaped his lips and was not unlike the sound ferrets sometimes make. He grabbed his broomstick and hopped on. One invisibility charm later, he was soaring over England towards his house. When he got there, what he found was enough to scare even him.
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Hermione's parents looked up. "Who was that, dear?"
"No one of consequence."
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What do you think? If it sucks, tell me. I don't want to continue embarrassing myself if this is terrible, so REVIEW AND TELL ME DURNIT!
