Chapter 3
Hermione's PoV:
Hermione couldn't believe this. She had made friends in just one day! It was almost unbelievable, she had been sure that no-one would even talk to her, a girl with baggy trousers and ugly, bushy brown hair. Ron and Harry had though been really kind and nice to her. They had even asked her to come with them to Knightsbridge after school, but she had answered them no. She wanted to tell her mom everything about her first day at the new school, she had promised her that.
Now, Hermione was walking down the street from the tube, on her way home. Listening to Eminem of course. The sun was shining and the trees and lawns were green, the birds were probably singing too. A perfect day. Something was bothering her though, a tickling feeling in her neck. Like someone was watching her every move. The only ones on the street in front of her were a few old ladies and a couple of young boys, younger than her. The tickling feeling continued when she turned into her own neighbourhood. After a while, she turned around, and found herself staring right into the grey eyes of Dragon.
She should say something, like 'Hi'. Anything. She didn't though. Too shy. Instead, she stared at him for a second, sheepishly, and then turned around again. She walked quickly, until she came to her house, opened the door and slipped inside. What was he doing here? Please don't let him live on the same street as her! Please!
"Mom! I'm home now!" She screamed into the house. No answer. She kicked off her shoes and walked to the kitchen. No-one there. A note on the table said that her mom was shopping though. Hermione shrugged and ran upstairs to her room. There were still boxes on the floor. She threw her bag to the side and took off her trousers, then put on her pyjamapants instead. And a boring but comfortable black top. Much better. She went downstairs and put on the TV, and started zapping through the channels. Why didn't they EVER show anything interesting in the afternoon? Even MTV sucked, only Britney showing her new boobs, stupid bimbo. (A/N: Britney fans, don't take this seriously! This is what Hermione thinks, okay?) So, she shut off the TV and put on a CD instead. Dancing around the house, she thought about Ron and Harry. She stopped dead when she heard the doorbell ring. Who could it...? Of course, mom! She went to the door and pulled it open.
Dragon's PoV:
The new girl, Hermione, was walking in front of him. Her bushy brown hair was hanging freely down her back. She seemed kinda nerdy. What could her life be like? She was probably one of those kids who had a so-called commercial-family. Smiling parents, and a littlebrother. Yes, she was definitely the bigsister type. This made him want to punch her. That stupid girl with a perfect life and a perfect commercial-family. His eyes went down to her legs, and he smiled for himself. Down her trousers read BUFU. Where did she get those? He had always wanted trousers like that. By Us Fuck U. Cool!
His eyes went to her head again. She was listening to music. Probably some Westlife-crap. (A/N: Westlife fans, this is what Dragon thinks, don't flame me!) Like all the other girls. Oh NO! She turned into the street he lived in! Please don't let her live there, please! He suddenly found himself staring right into her eyes, and he stopped. Okay, think of something mean to say, quickly now.
To his surprise she didn't say anything to him. She only gave him a little, shy smile. Why didn't she greet him? Her own classmate? She just turned around again and slipped into a house not far from his own. Strange girl. He shrugged to himself and continued to his own house. It was the biggest in this neighbourhood, and the most expensive one too. He pushed the door open and walked into hell once again.
Inside he sighed. The hall was a mess. The once white carpet was almost brown, and the pictures on the wall were full of stains and fingerprints. He kicked off his shoes and walked to the kitchen. His dad was sitting at the big table, smiling at him.
"Hello there Son. How was...er...practice today?" He looked dizzy.
"I was in school dad. It was okay I guess."
"We have new neighbours."
"I know Dad," Dragon said, irritated. His fathers smile faded away.
"Well we should go and meet them, right? Come on," he said and grabbed Dragon's arm.
"I'm not coming."
"Yes you are!"
"NO I'M NOT! Let go of me, Dad!" His father's grip tightened and he grinned at his son.
"You're coming with me, Gaylord." Dragon knew that there was no meaning about fighting his dad, so he went to the hall, put on his shoes and went outside again. His dad followed after a while, still looking dizzy. He had obviously been drinking again. Dragon rolled his eyes when his dad almost stumbled and fell over a little stone. Please don't let him screw this up now, Dragon couldn't handle it anymore. They went to the door and his dad rang the bell. Dragon went and stood behind him. Maybe Hermione's parents would move away when they met his dad? That would actually be a good thing...
The door opened and Hermione was standing in the opening, in...pyjamapants? Dragon heard his dad ask if her parents were home, and she shook her head. Good, maybe they could leave now. But no, instead his dad walked past Hermione and into the house. This was going to take a while.
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Hermione's PoV:
Hermione couldn't believe this. She had made friends in just one day! It was almost unbelievable, she had been sure that no-one would even talk to her, a girl with baggy trousers and ugly, bushy brown hair. Ron and Harry had though been really kind and nice to her. They had even asked her to come with them to Knightsbridge after school, but she had answered them no. She wanted to tell her mom everything about her first day at the new school, she had promised her that.
Now, Hermione was walking down the street from the tube, on her way home. Listening to Eminem of course. The sun was shining and the trees and lawns were green, the birds were probably singing too. A perfect day. Something was bothering her though, a tickling feeling in her neck. Like someone was watching her every move. The only ones on the street in front of her were a few old ladies and a couple of young boys, younger than her. The tickling feeling continued when she turned into her own neighbourhood. After a while, she turned around, and found herself staring right into the grey eyes of Dragon.
She should say something, like 'Hi'. Anything. She didn't though. Too shy. Instead, she stared at him for a second, sheepishly, and then turned around again. She walked quickly, until she came to her house, opened the door and slipped inside. What was he doing here? Please don't let him live on the same street as her! Please!
"Mom! I'm home now!" She screamed into the house. No answer. She kicked off her shoes and walked to the kitchen. No-one there. A note on the table said that her mom was shopping though. Hermione shrugged and ran upstairs to her room. There were still boxes on the floor. She threw her bag to the side and took off her trousers, then put on her pyjamapants instead. And a boring but comfortable black top. Much better. She went downstairs and put on the TV, and started zapping through the channels. Why didn't they EVER show anything interesting in the afternoon? Even MTV sucked, only Britney showing her new boobs, stupid bimbo. (A/N: Britney fans, don't take this seriously! This is what Hermione thinks, okay?) So, she shut off the TV and put on a CD instead. Dancing around the house, she thought about Ron and Harry. She stopped dead when she heard the doorbell ring. Who could it...? Of course, mom! She went to the door and pulled it open.
Dragon's PoV:
The new girl, Hermione, was walking in front of him. Her bushy brown hair was hanging freely down her back. She seemed kinda nerdy. What could her life be like? She was probably one of those kids who had a so-called commercial-family. Smiling parents, and a littlebrother. Yes, she was definitely the bigsister type. This made him want to punch her. That stupid girl with a perfect life and a perfect commercial-family. His eyes went down to her legs, and he smiled for himself. Down her trousers read BUFU. Where did she get those? He had always wanted trousers like that. By Us Fuck U. Cool!
His eyes went to her head again. She was listening to music. Probably some Westlife-crap. (A/N: Westlife fans, this is what Dragon thinks, don't flame me!) Like all the other girls. Oh NO! She turned into the street he lived in! Please don't let her live there, please! He suddenly found himself staring right into her eyes, and he stopped. Okay, think of something mean to say, quickly now.
To his surprise she didn't say anything to him. She only gave him a little, shy smile. Why didn't she greet him? Her own classmate? She just turned around again and slipped into a house not far from his own. Strange girl. He shrugged to himself and continued to his own house. It was the biggest in this neighbourhood, and the most expensive one too. He pushed the door open and walked into hell once again.
Inside he sighed. The hall was a mess. The once white carpet was almost brown, and the pictures on the wall were full of stains and fingerprints. He kicked off his shoes and walked to the kitchen. His dad was sitting at the big table, smiling at him.
"Hello there Son. How was...er...practice today?" He looked dizzy.
"I was in school dad. It was okay I guess."
"We have new neighbours."
"I know Dad," Dragon said, irritated. His fathers smile faded away.
"Well we should go and meet them, right? Come on," he said and grabbed Dragon's arm.
"I'm not coming."
"Yes you are!"
"NO I'M NOT! Let go of me, Dad!" His father's grip tightened and he grinned at his son.
"You're coming with me, Gaylord." Dragon knew that there was no meaning about fighting his dad, so he went to the hall, put on his shoes and went outside again. His dad followed after a while, still looking dizzy. He had obviously been drinking again. Dragon rolled his eyes when his dad almost stumbled and fell over a little stone. Please don't let him screw this up now, Dragon couldn't handle it anymore. They went to the door and his dad rang the bell. Dragon went and stood behind him. Maybe Hermione's parents would move away when they met his dad? That would actually be a good thing...
The door opened and Hermione was standing in the opening, in...pyjamapants? Dragon heard his dad ask if her parents were home, and she shook her head. Good, maybe they could leave now. But no, instead his dad walked past Hermione and into the house. This was going to take a while.
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J.Fo's note: Hello again! Just push the little 'GO' button down to the left and REVIEW! Even if you thought this sucked, I still want to know! Cya soon...
