Disclaimer: I don't own any of these character, so please don't sue! They all belong to JK Rowling...
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Hermione looked at the pale, pointed face of her enemy Draco Malfoy.
' How did he know I was here?' She thought to herself.
"Well? I don't have all night mudblood," he sneered. Hermione had heard that name escape from his mouth so many times, that it didn't bother her as much anymore. It became almost routine.
"Why Malferret?" She asked suspiciously.
"Isn't it obvious?" Malfoy's mouth formed a creepy grin,"From what I heard out there, sound like you need a lot of help, if you don't want to ruin the play. And it just so happens that I, Prince Charming was walking by."
She grumbled a curse under her breath as she turned her back on him. She shut the image of him out of her mind and began her monologue once more. Malfoy remained quiet, and slowly closed the door behind him, finding a seat across her. When she finished, he spoke up.
"It was good at the beginning, but you need to make it sound more believable towards the end."
"And who are you to tell me that?!" Hermione glared.
"Look, I was just helping you out!" Malfoy yelled.
"If I needed help, I would've asked!" Hermione screamed. She snatched her script from the air and stormed out of the room. She reached the Gryfindor tower, steam rising from her ears. Everyone in the common room heard her enter, and shushed immidiately as Hermione stomped up the stairs to her bedroom. She tossed her script onto her bed, and grabbed her large fluffy pillow. She brought the pillow to her lips and screamed as loud as she possibly could into the pillow. Even with the pillow muffling her screams, Harry and Ron (who were about to knock on her door) looked at each other, with wide eyes.
"'Mione, are you okay?" Harry whispered into the door.
"Yeah, 'Mione, open up, Harry and Ron here," Ron followed. The two waited patiently until the door opened revealing a red-faced Hermione.
"What happened?" Ron asked. They entered the room and sat quietly on the floor.
"Malfoy," Hermione muttered. She told them what had just happened.
"It's just that he's-" she paused trying to find the right thing to say, "A lying, cheating, good-for-nothing, arrogant prick that thinks that the world revolves around him!"
Harry and Ron just listened as she rambled on and on about her problems with Malfoy.
"I mean who does he think he is? He just strolled into the room, acting as if I didn't know what I was doing! He gave me advice, which I'm sure he could use himself!" After a few more hours of talking, Hermione said good night to her two best friends, and went to sleep.
The following morning, a large black eagle owl swooped into Hermione room. The bird nipped at Hermione hair, waking her up. She untied the letter from the owl's leg, and opened it up.
Hermione,
Meet me in the Owlery today at lunch. Don't come with anyone.
No one had signed it, and Hermione frowned as she read this. She didn't have the slightest clue about who could've sent this to her. She shrugged and placed the note on her dresser top, getting ready for school. At breakfast, Hermione didn't mention the strange note to her friends, leaving it to herself. The three headed to their first class, Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Lunch arrived, and Hermione headed to her room to drop off her books. She caught sight of the note, completely forgetting about it.
' Should I go?' She asked herself. A minute after arguing with herself, she made her way to the Owlery. She opened the door and peeked inside. It was empy, other than the hundreds of school owls.
"So, you showed up," A voice in the shadows said.
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Hermione looked at the pale, pointed face of her enemy Draco Malfoy.
' How did he know I was here?' She thought to herself.
"Well? I don't have all night mudblood," he sneered. Hermione had heard that name escape from his mouth so many times, that it didn't bother her as much anymore. It became almost routine.
"Why Malferret?" She asked suspiciously.
"Isn't it obvious?" Malfoy's mouth formed a creepy grin,"From what I heard out there, sound like you need a lot of help, if you don't want to ruin the play. And it just so happens that I, Prince Charming was walking by."
She grumbled a curse under her breath as she turned her back on him. She shut the image of him out of her mind and began her monologue once more. Malfoy remained quiet, and slowly closed the door behind him, finding a seat across her. When she finished, he spoke up.
"It was good at the beginning, but you need to make it sound more believable towards the end."
"And who are you to tell me that?!" Hermione glared.
"Look, I was just helping you out!" Malfoy yelled.
"If I needed help, I would've asked!" Hermione screamed. She snatched her script from the air and stormed out of the room. She reached the Gryfindor tower, steam rising from her ears. Everyone in the common room heard her enter, and shushed immidiately as Hermione stomped up the stairs to her bedroom. She tossed her script onto her bed, and grabbed her large fluffy pillow. She brought the pillow to her lips and screamed as loud as she possibly could into the pillow. Even with the pillow muffling her screams, Harry and Ron (who were about to knock on her door) looked at each other, with wide eyes.
"'Mione, are you okay?" Harry whispered into the door.
"Yeah, 'Mione, open up, Harry and Ron here," Ron followed. The two waited patiently until the door opened revealing a red-faced Hermione.
"What happened?" Ron asked. They entered the room and sat quietly on the floor.
"Malfoy," Hermione muttered. She told them what had just happened.
"It's just that he's-" she paused trying to find the right thing to say, "A lying, cheating, good-for-nothing, arrogant prick that thinks that the world revolves around him!"
Harry and Ron just listened as she rambled on and on about her problems with Malfoy.
"I mean who does he think he is? He just strolled into the room, acting as if I didn't know what I was doing! He gave me advice, which I'm sure he could use himself!" After a few more hours of talking, Hermione said good night to her two best friends, and went to sleep.
The following morning, a large black eagle owl swooped into Hermione room. The bird nipped at Hermione hair, waking her up. She untied the letter from the owl's leg, and opened it up.
Hermione,
Meet me in the Owlery today at lunch. Don't come with anyone.
No one had signed it, and Hermione frowned as she read this. She didn't have the slightest clue about who could've sent this to her. She shrugged and placed the note on her dresser top, getting ready for school. At breakfast, Hermione didn't mention the strange note to her friends, leaving it to herself. The three headed to their first class, Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Lunch arrived, and Hermione headed to her room to drop off her books. She caught sight of the note, completely forgetting about it.
' Should I go?' She asked herself. A minute after arguing with herself, she made her way to the Owlery. She opened the door and peeked inside. It was empy, other than the hundreds of school owls.
"So, you showed up," A voice in the shadows said.
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