I walked back to the Head Boy/Girl chambers reluctantly. My assignments
were finished, so I had no major reason to get back quickly.
I left the library at eight o'clock and dragged my heels on the stone floor. My hands were buried deep in my pockets of my robes. My hair kept becoming loose from its bun and it was annoying.
"Crimson tails," I muttered to the portrait.
The young farmer boy in the portrait smiled at me. "Access granted."
The portrait opened and I went in.
The main room of this chamber was beautiful. There was a deep blue couch in the center; the walls were a light periwinkle with framed diplomas of past Head Boys/Girls; in the corner was a door, which led to the bathroom; a window on the opposite corner with lavender curtains; a huge flower vase filled with carnations, roses, daisies, daffodils, and lilies that sat on a wooden table right in between the doors; and finally, the doors were the doors that led to our bedroom chambers. My door read Gryffindor and Malfoy the Pig's read Slytherin.
I stepped onto the slate-colored carpet and walked toward my room. I removed my robe as I reached for the doorknob.
My chamber was plain. My desk, filled with open books and parchment, was closest to the door; the bookshelf was right next to it; my bed was three feet away from the window, my clothes stashed away in a huge trunk at the foot of my bed; the window was open with curtains of a pale pink swaying in the night breeze; the walls were a light yellow with no frames of any kind; everything was wooden; above my desk was a clock; and another trunk sat next to the bookshelf with all the basic magic necessities stored away under lock and key.
I quickly removed my shoes and changed into my loose, red-plaid boxers and white tank top before going to the bathroom. I grabbed my bathrobe from the closet inside the bathroom and placed it on a hanger. I looked into the mirror and removed my earrings and necklace. My bracelet and Head Girl ring followed. I undid my bun and my bushy hair fell out on my face.
I sighed as I examined my ghastly features. My teeth were okay; my eyebrows weren't plucked or a unibrow, yet the weren't bushy; my hair was very frizzy but a nice color; my eyes were naturally brown and they weren't too close or too far apart; my cheekbones weren't too high or too low; my forehead wasn't too big or too small; and my ears weren't bat-like or small.
I thought I looked fair. I wasn't nerd-ugly, neither was I blonde-hot. I was...plain. I didn't use make-up. To me, make-up is just an insult to Mother Nature. It means that you don't like the way nature had you made. I just couldn't take an insult like that. My mother taught me that.
My mother who would frown if she learned of the type of man that I had fallen in love with; I was just so pathetic, I mean, who could ever fall in love with a Malfoy, unless they were mentally impaired? Okay, so, I guess I was mentally impaired. Who gave a sh*t? Me. I gave a sh*t.
I turned on the hot water until it was full. Then, I poured a strawberry- kiwi fragrant bubble bath that magically turned to fluffy bubbles once it touched water. My favorite magical invention, it was. I removed my pajamas and got in.
My fingertips tingled at the sensation of magic touching mortal. It was like magical ecstasy.
I looked around and found a magically enhanced shampoo that my mother had given me two weeks ago. It was shampoo that would straighten and make my hair less frizzy. I decided to use it just for the hell of it.
*
I got out of the shower and grabbed my towel from the cabinet as I dried myself off. Then, I put on my bathrobe. I walked over to the mirror and checked my hair. I didn't know what to think, because it was still wet. And my hair was thin when wet. I started brushing my teeth while examining my features once my more.
I couldn't take it anymore. I just had to see what my hair looked like. So, I grabbed my wand from the counter and said a hair-drying spell. Oh my god. It was not only not bushy anymore, but it was straight! I noticed how it lightly brushed against my cheekbones and gave me a girly look. I was happy.
I quickly finished brushing my teeth and put on my pajamas. I put away my towel and bathrobe back into my closet and grabbed my jewelry afterwards. I walked out of the bathroom feeling good about myself.
*
After putting my jewelry away in my room and choosing a book from the shelf, I sat on the couch of the main room. I settled myself on the soft pillows of Gryffindor and Slytherin, and I swung my legs over the back of the couch to add a bit more comfort. I was in the middle of a romantic novel entitled: "Jennifer Good-bye" by: Luke Mason. My father had sent this to me in case of a boredom attack.
*
Jennifer walked across the room to see Chris sitting there in his denim outfit for the night. She laughed shortly.
'What's so funny?' Chris asked, standing up to kiss her.
'Nothing,' she replied. 'I'm just glad I'm here.'
They exchanged smiles before wrapping their arms around each other. Chris leaned downward and their lips met with a rush of ecstasy. Suddenly, Jennifer's cell phone rang.
Chris picked it up. 'I'll answer it,' he replied.
'No! Don't!' Jennifer yelled, trying to get her phone back.
'Whoa, cool down, Jen. It's nothing,' Chris replied. 'Hello?'
'Uh, hi,' a man's voice spoke into the phone. 'Uh, may I speak to Jennifer Kin?'
'Whose this?' Chris asked.
'Her fiancé, Bill Eckert.'
Chris hung up. 'You have a fiancé?'~
"Dang. B*tch," I replied.
The door to the chamber opened and Malfoy stepped in.
I don't know why I prayed for it to be someone else, I mean, it was the Head Boy/Girl chambers. Of course only the Head Boy/Girl could come in.
He stared at me.
I knew he was staring at my hair.
"What, pray tell, are you staring at?" I asked coldly, closing my novel and putting my feet down onto the couch. I pulled my legs closer to me.
"You straightened your hair," he muttered, no emotion change whatsoever.
He looked as if he'd seen things like this all the time. He looked bored.
"Nothing gets by you, does it?" I asked sarcastically.
He grunted as he walked past me, rolling his eyes.
"You know," I started, making him stop in his tracks, my arms propped on the back of the couch. "If you men must grunt in reply, please develop a system as to decipher the difference between a positive versus a negative grunt."
That pissed him off.
"Granger!" he yelled. "What is your bloody problem?"
"Apparently you are!" I said.
"Do you know who I am?"
What kind of a question was that? Who is he?
"Do you have amnesia or something?" I asked.
"What?" he asked, obviously, drove mad.
"Because you asked me if I knew who you were. I know who you are. But I'm guessing you don't, seeing as how you asked me if I know who you are," I replied as a-matter-of-factly.
"You're a snob, you know that?" he spat. "A f*cking snob!"
"Thank you, Lizard Breath! You're snot!" I answered. "Fucking snot!"
"If you weren't a girl, I'd-"
"What? You'd what? F*ck me?" I asked. "I know you've f*cked men before, Lizard Breath-"
"What the hell did I do to you?"
"What!" I yelled, shocked and appalled. "What did you do to me?"
His face lowered as I said those words.
"You called me a Mudblood, you tried to kill me that one time, you vowed to forever make my life miserable since the day we un-cordially met, and you kissed me for no apparent reason!" I yelled. I was standing up now, ready to throw my book at him.
He looked into my eyes. I looked into his. Then, he turned around and barged into his room. Round one was over, and scores were: Hermione-1 and Malfoy-0. I was winning.
I left the library at eight o'clock and dragged my heels on the stone floor. My hands were buried deep in my pockets of my robes. My hair kept becoming loose from its bun and it was annoying.
"Crimson tails," I muttered to the portrait.
The young farmer boy in the portrait smiled at me. "Access granted."
The portrait opened and I went in.
The main room of this chamber was beautiful. There was a deep blue couch in the center; the walls were a light periwinkle with framed diplomas of past Head Boys/Girls; in the corner was a door, which led to the bathroom; a window on the opposite corner with lavender curtains; a huge flower vase filled with carnations, roses, daisies, daffodils, and lilies that sat on a wooden table right in between the doors; and finally, the doors were the doors that led to our bedroom chambers. My door read Gryffindor and Malfoy the Pig's read Slytherin.
I stepped onto the slate-colored carpet and walked toward my room. I removed my robe as I reached for the doorknob.
My chamber was plain. My desk, filled with open books and parchment, was closest to the door; the bookshelf was right next to it; my bed was three feet away from the window, my clothes stashed away in a huge trunk at the foot of my bed; the window was open with curtains of a pale pink swaying in the night breeze; the walls were a light yellow with no frames of any kind; everything was wooden; above my desk was a clock; and another trunk sat next to the bookshelf with all the basic magic necessities stored away under lock and key.
I quickly removed my shoes and changed into my loose, red-plaid boxers and white tank top before going to the bathroom. I grabbed my bathrobe from the closet inside the bathroom and placed it on a hanger. I looked into the mirror and removed my earrings and necklace. My bracelet and Head Girl ring followed. I undid my bun and my bushy hair fell out on my face.
I sighed as I examined my ghastly features. My teeth were okay; my eyebrows weren't plucked or a unibrow, yet the weren't bushy; my hair was very frizzy but a nice color; my eyes were naturally brown and they weren't too close or too far apart; my cheekbones weren't too high or too low; my forehead wasn't too big or too small; and my ears weren't bat-like or small.
I thought I looked fair. I wasn't nerd-ugly, neither was I blonde-hot. I was...plain. I didn't use make-up. To me, make-up is just an insult to Mother Nature. It means that you don't like the way nature had you made. I just couldn't take an insult like that. My mother taught me that.
My mother who would frown if she learned of the type of man that I had fallen in love with; I was just so pathetic, I mean, who could ever fall in love with a Malfoy, unless they were mentally impaired? Okay, so, I guess I was mentally impaired. Who gave a sh*t? Me. I gave a sh*t.
I turned on the hot water until it was full. Then, I poured a strawberry- kiwi fragrant bubble bath that magically turned to fluffy bubbles once it touched water. My favorite magical invention, it was. I removed my pajamas and got in.
My fingertips tingled at the sensation of magic touching mortal. It was like magical ecstasy.
I looked around and found a magically enhanced shampoo that my mother had given me two weeks ago. It was shampoo that would straighten and make my hair less frizzy. I decided to use it just for the hell of it.
*
I got out of the shower and grabbed my towel from the cabinet as I dried myself off. Then, I put on my bathrobe. I walked over to the mirror and checked my hair. I didn't know what to think, because it was still wet. And my hair was thin when wet. I started brushing my teeth while examining my features once my more.
I couldn't take it anymore. I just had to see what my hair looked like. So, I grabbed my wand from the counter and said a hair-drying spell. Oh my god. It was not only not bushy anymore, but it was straight! I noticed how it lightly brushed against my cheekbones and gave me a girly look. I was happy.
I quickly finished brushing my teeth and put on my pajamas. I put away my towel and bathrobe back into my closet and grabbed my jewelry afterwards. I walked out of the bathroom feeling good about myself.
*
After putting my jewelry away in my room and choosing a book from the shelf, I sat on the couch of the main room. I settled myself on the soft pillows of Gryffindor and Slytherin, and I swung my legs over the back of the couch to add a bit more comfort. I was in the middle of a romantic novel entitled: "Jennifer Good-bye" by: Luke Mason. My father had sent this to me in case of a boredom attack.
*
Jennifer walked across the room to see Chris sitting there in his denim outfit for the night. She laughed shortly.
'What's so funny?' Chris asked, standing up to kiss her.
'Nothing,' she replied. 'I'm just glad I'm here.'
They exchanged smiles before wrapping their arms around each other. Chris leaned downward and their lips met with a rush of ecstasy. Suddenly, Jennifer's cell phone rang.
Chris picked it up. 'I'll answer it,' he replied.
'No! Don't!' Jennifer yelled, trying to get her phone back.
'Whoa, cool down, Jen. It's nothing,' Chris replied. 'Hello?'
'Uh, hi,' a man's voice spoke into the phone. 'Uh, may I speak to Jennifer Kin?'
'Whose this?' Chris asked.
'Her fiancé, Bill Eckert.'
Chris hung up. 'You have a fiancé?'~
"Dang. B*tch," I replied.
The door to the chamber opened and Malfoy stepped in.
I don't know why I prayed for it to be someone else, I mean, it was the Head Boy/Girl chambers. Of course only the Head Boy/Girl could come in.
He stared at me.
I knew he was staring at my hair.
"What, pray tell, are you staring at?" I asked coldly, closing my novel and putting my feet down onto the couch. I pulled my legs closer to me.
"You straightened your hair," he muttered, no emotion change whatsoever.
He looked as if he'd seen things like this all the time. He looked bored.
"Nothing gets by you, does it?" I asked sarcastically.
He grunted as he walked past me, rolling his eyes.
"You know," I started, making him stop in his tracks, my arms propped on the back of the couch. "If you men must grunt in reply, please develop a system as to decipher the difference between a positive versus a negative grunt."
That pissed him off.
"Granger!" he yelled. "What is your bloody problem?"
"Apparently you are!" I said.
"Do you know who I am?"
What kind of a question was that? Who is he?
"Do you have amnesia or something?" I asked.
"What?" he asked, obviously, drove mad.
"Because you asked me if I knew who you were. I know who you are. But I'm guessing you don't, seeing as how you asked me if I know who you are," I replied as a-matter-of-factly.
"You're a snob, you know that?" he spat. "A f*cking snob!"
"Thank you, Lizard Breath! You're snot!" I answered. "Fucking snot!"
"If you weren't a girl, I'd-"
"What? You'd what? F*ck me?" I asked. "I know you've f*cked men before, Lizard Breath-"
"What the hell did I do to you?"
"What!" I yelled, shocked and appalled. "What did you do to me?"
His face lowered as I said those words.
"You called me a Mudblood, you tried to kill me that one time, you vowed to forever make my life miserable since the day we un-cordially met, and you kissed me for no apparent reason!" I yelled. I was standing up now, ready to throw my book at him.
He looked into my eyes. I looked into his. Then, he turned around and barged into his room. Round one was over, and scores were: Hermione-1 and Malfoy-0. I was winning.
