A/N: My mind works in twisted ways. It's just about the scariest most
perverted place imaginable. Thoughts randomly pop in that I think might be
funny. It gets worse when I listen to music, and unfortunately, I am
listening to George Clinton. Good luck following my logic!
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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Draco walked into the front door of Malfoy Manor. The door was slightly ajar, which confused him but he decided that his mother had left it open. He walked into the kitchen and called for a house elf to make him something to eat. Oddly, none showed up. He'd have to teach them a lesson when he found them.
Annoyed and hungry, he trudged towards his room. On his way there, he walked through the living room. The living room was a mess. Tables were overturned; crystal was shattered, pillows torn apart. Wondering where his parents were, he ran towards their room hoping to find a note or something. He wasn't expecting what he was about to find.
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Hermione was not paying attention to a thing. She was lost in thought. "What is going to happen this year? Malfoy and I are going to KILL each other!" All of a sudden, she looked up. Her parents both were looking at her. "Oh, sorry. What did you say?"
"Do you want to go home now?" they asked.
"Sure. Let's go." With that, all three got up and walked out of the Three Broomsticks.
When they got home, Hermione decided to go take a nap for a little while. She had a beast of a headache and was hoping to get rid of it, tough-muggle- style!
It was dead quiet when she woke up. She had slept until the next morning. With a groan, she sat up. Her headache was gone, which put her in a good mood. One shower later, she ventured downstairs to grab some breakfast.
There was an envelope sitting next to her mother's car keys. (A/N Hermione has a driver's license, deal with it) Inside was a note:
Congratulations on getting Head Girl! We've scheduled a hair appointment for you! Be at the salon at 12pm sharp! Enjoy!
P.S. If there's any money left over, go get some makeup. NO BOOKS!
Also in the envelope was $250.
Hermione let out a yowl. Why did her parents do this to her? Looking at the clock, she waved byebye to any hope of breakfast. It was 11:45. She grabbed the keys and headed out the door.
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Draco opened the door to his parents' bedroom. Draco had time to only glance in when he slammed the door back shut. He gagged then threw up all over the hall. "Oh Gods!" He mustered his courage and flung the door open. There was Lucius lying on the bed on his back in a pool of blood. His stomach was slit open and his neck had visible handprint bruises on it. Across the far wall, whoever had killed Lucius had painted "FOR HAVING BORN A TRAITOR" in his blood.
With fear in his eyes, Draco could whisper only one word: "Voldemort…"
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Thanks To:
Starflier: Ok. Sorry. No more cheap swearing. Promise. But I have the mouth of a sailor, so that's where it came from. Thanks for letting me know.
Calypso in Love: Thank you! Your story is much better and you know it! I know Malfoys don't giggle, that's why I threw it in~to be different!
Purple_nail_polish: 6 words: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You rock. I will try to keep my writing up to your standards.
Well everyone there it is. Chapter 2, done. What do you think? Bad? Good? TELL ME!
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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Draco walked into the front door of Malfoy Manor. The door was slightly ajar, which confused him but he decided that his mother had left it open. He walked into the kitchen and called for a house elf to make him something to eat. Oddly, none showed up. He'd have to teach them a lesson when he found them.
Annoyed and hungry, he trudged towards his room. On his way there, he walked through the living room. The living room was a mess. Tables were overturned; crystal was shattered, pillows torn apart. Wondering where his parents were, he ran towards their room hoping to find a note or something. He wasn't expecting what he was about to find.
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Hermione was not paying attention to a thing. She was lost in thought. "What is going to happen this year? Malfoy and I are going to KILL each other!" All of a sudden, she looked up. Her parents both were looking at her. "Oh, sorry. What did you say?"
"Do you want to go home now?" they asked.
"Sure. Let's go." With that, all three got up and walked out of the Three Broomsticks.
When they got home, Hermione decided to go take a nap for a little while. She had a beast of a headache and was hoping to get rid of it, tough-muggle- style!
It was dead quiet when she woke up. She had slept until the next morning. With a groan, she sat up. Her headache was gone, which put her in a good mood. One shower later, she ventured downstairs to grab some breakfast.
There was an envelope sitting next to her mother's car keys. (A/N Hermione has a driver's license, deal with it) Inside was a note:
Congratulations on getting Head Girl! We've scheduled a hair appointment for you! Be at the salon at 12pm sharp! Enjoy!
P.S. If there's any money left over, go get some makeup. NO BOOKS!
Also in the envelope was $250.
Hermione let out a yowl. Why did her parents do this to her? Looking at the clock, she waved byebye to any hope of breakfast. It was 11:45. She grabbed the keys and headed out the door.
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Draco opened the door to his parents' bedroom. Draco had time to only glance in when he slammed the door back shut. He gagged then threw up all over the hall. "Oh Gods!" He mustered his courage and flung the door open. There was Lucius lying on the bed on his back in a pool of blood. His stomach was slit open and his neck had visible handprint bruises on it. Across the far wall, whoever had killed Lucius had painted "FOR HAVING BORN A TRAITOR" in his blood.
With fear in his eyes, Draco could whisper only one word: "Voldemort…"
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Thanks To:
Starflier: Ok. Sorry. No more cheap swearing. Promise. But I have the mouth of a sailor, so that's where it came from. Thanks for letting me know.
Calypso in Love: Thank you! Your story is much better and you know it! I know Malfoys don't giggle, that's why I threw it in~to be different!
Purple_nail_polish: 6 words: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You rock. I will try to keep my writing up to your standards.
Well everyone there it is. Chapter 2, done. What do you think? Bad? Good? TELL ME!
