Hello EVERYONE!!! I would like to thank ViKy for doing all the crap I made
her do to make sure that that boy was not the same!!! Oh, and also thanks
to my reviewers!!! I love reading them, because I'm so vain!!! Nah, just
joking, but I do like getting them so HURRY THE FUCK UP AND REVIEW!!!
Hey, anyone else think Tom Felton is hot?
Ehehe. Okay, so not all of the time.
But oh well. The world isn't perfect, dammit!!!
Disclaimer: Yes.I do own Harry Potter. Just last night in fact, I fucked Draco Malfoy and ran away with Harry!! Sure!! Why not! Of course it happened!!! IT ONLY HAPPENS ALL THE TIME, SINCE I OWN HARRY POTTER.
GET THE DAMN HINT ALREADY!!! I OWN NOTHING!!! NOTHING NOTHING!!! NOTHING!
~*~*
"Hermione, wake up!"
I moaned, and tried to open my eyes.
It was the hardest thing in the world!
My eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment I figured they would stay that way. Instead, they closed and my eyes began to burn. I could hear frantic male voices.
Then one of the voices, a delicate yet masculine voice, (one I would expect of the most sexiest men in the world) said harshly, "Shut up! She's awake!"
My eyes flicked open, and I could almost feel my pupils dilate. They shrank, and my eyes burned enough for them to start watering. Everything became a wet blur.
However I could make out two dark colored heads, a red one, and a whitish- blonde one.
I tried to speak, and I thought I was saying things correctly, but it all came out slurry. It took a while, and I managed to gasp out, "Where am I?"
"Granger? Stop moving! Matt, check her eyes!"
"Hermione?"
"Move it Potter!"
"Harry, is she alright?"
"I don't know Ron."
"'Scuse me, Harry."
I felt someone pull at my eyelids, which for the pain I had once again closed, and my eyes focused on a face, much like one would focus on a specimen in a microscope.
"Well, she seems to be okay. We should just let her alone a while."
My eyelid snapped back, and I turned in the bed. My mind was moving faster, now, and I could open my eyes.
I did, and I saw Matt's face next to mine, peering at me, I saw Draco's next to his, then in the back I saw Harry and Ron.
"What happened?" I asked, though right after, I remembered the late night trip and my--the kill.
"You blacked out and luckily Matt was visiting the school, so he helped me carry you up to the dorm. Weasley and Potter saw you too." Malfoy said, blinking one of his eyes so quickly I wasn't sure if it was a twitch, or a wink.
Probably the latter.
"Well kiddies, best be going. Only a few more hours until morning, and I have school." Matt bent over and stroked my hair, then whispered quickly into my ear, "Don't forget, when they're dead." And gave me a peck on the cheek.
I managed to sit up in the bed, and realized I was back in my room in the tower. I heard the door close, then the portrait, and Matt had left.
Draco, Ron, and Harry were still there. They all looked anxious, but Draco really didn't look like he cared. He was leaning casually on my dresser.
I looked at Harry and Ron, and told them I was okay.
"Are you sure?" They asked, eyeing Draco.
"Yes. You should go. It's really much too late, and I would hate to bust you guys for being out this time of night."
"Okay then. We'll see you later, Hermione." Harry said, leading a hesitant Ron away, then out of the dorm completely.
Draco eyed me, and I asked him what.
"You probably just drank too much. Far more than you should have, definitely. And probably because of the alcohol in the man's blood that you feel woozy. Well, I bet you've learned, right?"
"Hmm. I wonder." I said sarcastically. He frowned.
"Those petty friends of yours ruined our sneaking in. They were running about, and then they saw us. We had to tell a lie, or actually, Matt did, and he's rather horrid at it, I'm sure you know."
"Harry's not petty."
"Yes he is, and obviously, you've recognized how petty Weasley is too."
"Of course."
He stood straight, and flicked his hair. "Your room is, uh, very interesting. I take it you've changed it since you became a vampire?"
"No. It was like this all along."
"Really?" He said, looking around. I had covered the walls with my posters and glow in the dark stickies.
I had Blink 182 posters, Sum 41 posters, The Simpsons posters, and anti- social ones too, like "Don't make me kick you in the balls", "People like you are the reason people like me need medication", "Popularity is a social disease", and even the bunny holding his nose saying "You smell like poo!".
He peered into my open, messy closet, where he probably also noticed all my cargos and white shirts and spaghetti straps, and school uniforms. And my three pairs of combat boots, and my gloves and knee-highs and Mary Jane's.
"You have such weird clothes. Where do you buy all this stuff?"
"Muggle store. Hot Topic. Best place in the world." I said, getting out of bed and pulling open one of my drawers.
"Who's Sum 41?"
"What's this?" I asked, rummaging around for my screwdriver. "Mr. Pomposity asking a question about Muggles?"
"Yes, I suppose so." He said quite matter-of-factly, which sort of scared me.
"Well, they're a band. A great band. A cool band. The best band." I had found it, and sat down on my bed, pulling my magical alarm clock off the dresser.
"Really? The best?"
"Damn clock," Indeed, the most annoying clicking in the world. "No, not the best, but really good." I examined the clock, and pulled back the clear frame, plunging my screwdriver into it. "Yes, finally, quiet." I lay back in my bed, and the clock dangled from my hand. "Oh shit. Damn you, evil clock, you vile instrument of Satan!" I yelled at it. My only way of knowing what time it was.
And I had put a hole through the middle of it.
Draco snickered, and I looked up at him. He said, "You really, really need to get some sleep."
"My damn clock!" I said, fiddling with my ring.
"Yup. Some sleep. Now shut up and go to bed." He opened the door to the bathroom, and said, "Classes are in only a few hours, if that many. Sleep and don't bother me, or I will become a raving lunatic."
He slammed the door shut. I yelled through it, "Goodnight then, psycho!"
I lay back, my brain running better and almost perfectly. I traveled back in my mind, back to when I woke up.
Suddenly I growled, angry, humiliated, frustrated, and, well, sort of lustfully.
I had thought Draco Malfoy's voice was sexy when I had woken up.
Fuck.
~*~*
I would just kill myself! I mean omigod! Like totally! A knife through the throat! Nah, I would go over there in my knickers and be all like, "Make sweet love to me, my darling!!!" Then he'd kiss me, and then-
Uh.whoops.
STOP LAUGHING, VIKY!!! If you are.
*~*~
I woke up in the morning, and showered quickly. I pulled my hair into a ponytail, and went to my closet to change.
After that, I went outside, to find Draco just about to leave.
"Have a pleasant sleep?" He asked, out of pure hatred.
"Yes, why?"
"Because you and your goddamned snores kept me awake the whole night."
"Oh get used to it, sissy." We walked down to the Great Hall together, and several heads turned to look at us enter. Together.
I sort of snickered, and ran up to Harry, where, to my dismay, it seemed Ron was sitting too. I sat down opposite Harry, away form the evil red head.
"Feeling better?" Harry asked, prodding at his bacon.
"Sure! All ready to do my homework, too?"
"You didn't do any homework?" Oh, how cute. He was concerned!
"Nope!" I pulled out my Arithmancy book, which I had first, and finished that in seven minutes.
Then I did my Potion's essay, then my Transfiguration worksheet, then my History of Magic, then my--
Okay, so I didn't finish all of it. Not up to my usual standards, but hey, I finished more than anyone else could. And it was still good.
Harry and Ron watched me finish before the bell rang, and their eyes were wide. I didn't even look up at them at all.
"How the hell did you finish this?!" Ron asked me, looking at my complex Arithmancy runes.
"Easy. I have to go now, goodbye boys!" I packed up while they finished eating their breakfast, and I waved a little and left.
Heheh, so I could finish the rest in another class. Big whoop.it was too easy.
Finally, I managed to finish my Herbology and all my other assignments two hours into the start of school.
So now I sat in Potions, zoned out with the odd greasy-ness of his hair and watching it stay in the exact position the whole time.
"Ew," I murmured, as Professor Snape turned rather quickly to deduct points of Gryffindor, and his hair didn't move at all.
Seamus, who I was sitting next to, waved his hand in front of my face, and said, "Hermione, have you zoned out?"
"Huh? Oh, oh yeah, sorry, so what are we doing?" He explained it to me and barely had time to finish before Snape started pairing us up.
I listened for my name, and it was all the way at the end of the list.with none other than a certain blonde-haired beaut-
"Agh, fuck!" I said, as the word 'beauty' crossed my mind.
Why? WHY ME DAMMIT?!
Why was he so cute, why was he so sexy, why was he so hot, why was he so not ugly, why was he charming, dashing, handsome, lovely, perfect-
"Um-"
Crap. What a great time to zone out and not even realize you're banging your head on your textbook, with your lab partner staring at you with mixed amusement and mild fear.
And also to not realize everyone in class, including the teacher is also staring at you and looking at you like you belong in a padded cell.
"Well hello! Everyone, I am fine. Continue your work, before our professor deducts points! Thank you for caring!" I said, raising my arms and smiling.
Okay, so that didn't do shit, oh, no wait, now they're all doing work, good.
I slammed my head down one more time. Ah, sweet pain.
I felt Malfoy's hand grab my head before I could do it again.
"Stop doing that!" He hissed, and sat down next to me.
"Sorry!" I said sarcastically.
"You weren't banging your head on the desk because of a certain.few thoughts, were you?" He said, smirking. "About sexy old me?"
Fuck.
"No. Not at all." He started to laugh, so I added, "Shut up, leave me alone." I dropped my head down and he caught it once again.
"What did I tell you?! Stoppit!"
"Fine fine fine."
"Good, let's start."
~*
"Harry, look. Look at him!"
"What?"
"Malfoy and Hermione!" Ron said, disgust in his voice.
Harry looked up, to see Draco grabbing Hermione's head to stop her from slamming it on the desk. They seemed to talk, and then she tried again. Harry could hear Malfoy's annoyed voice telling her to stop and get started.
"See? See what he did?" Ron half yelled.
"So? At least he's not hurting her or molesting her or something." Harry said, and Ron turned red.
"Harry!" Ron pulled on Harry's sleeve, and Harry spilt 'Essence of cow spleen' on his pants.
"What? Dammit Ron!"
"Sorry, but look!"
Indeed, now this was an interesting sight. It seemed Malfoy was teasing Hermione. She playfully slapped him. He poked her shoulder. He laughed. She blushed. He grinned, and then laughed again. She said something. She giggled. He got out his wand, and then a shot of white came out of his wand and at her head. She tried to dodge it, but it followed her and stuck to her head, turning into cat ears. She felt them, then slapped him, and told him to fix them before Snape noticed. So he did.
"What?! WHAT! HARRY DID YOU SEE THAT?!"
"Yes Ron, calm down. See look he changed them back."
"I DON'T CARE!!!" Suddenly Ron went crashing over to their desk, Harry in tow.
~*
Hermione could tell Ron and Harry had been watching, and now Ron was blundering over like an elephant. She turned in her seat, and looked at them.
Ron was red and Harry didn't care.
"Interesting, it must be the migration of the petty-mals!" Draco said next to her.
She looked at him and laughed.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"I still know what you were thinking. You think to loud." He said.
"Whatever. It was probably just some horrific hallucination that you were suffering from."
"Yeah sure--"
"WHY?! WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO EACH OTHER!!" Ron said very loudly.
Hermione shielded one of her eyes with her hand and turned so she couldn't see him. "Oh god. This is so embarrassing," She said half mockingly.
She put her hand down and quirked one of her eyebrows at Draco.
He quirked one back.
Suddenly, she started laughing. She figured if she thought loud enough, he would hear her.
'What should I do?' She asked silently.
'I don't know.' He replied.
They laughed.
'Oh, here comes Harry-'
'Why don't you just tell him to go bugger off?'
'NO! WITTY! WITTY!!!'
He laughed out loud. 'Do you always think 'witty' when replying?'
'WITTY!'
'Okay then, tell him you're sorry for talking to me.'
"What? Why?" She asked out loud.
Malfoy sniggered as Harry and Ron got extremely confused. He shrugged.
'No, must be WITTY!!!'
He shook his head and said to Harry and Ron, "She said she apologizes for talking to me. She said she couldn't help it, but she thought I looked sexy today."
Ooh. Three pairs of wide eyes and open mouths.
"Now that was witty don't you think?" Draco asked Hermione.
"Malfoy!!! I did not think that!" She seemed to be talking a bit louder than normal. And she blushed like hell.
"Bull shit, yes you did."
"HERMIONE!! MALFOY! OH MY GOD!" Ron yelled, and ran back to his table where he collapsed and looked as though he fainted.
(A/N: He actually did, for the record. WEAKLING!!!)
"Ew,really Hermione?" Harry asked, blanching.
"N-"
"Yessss.really." Draco answered for her, doing a weird wiggly thing with his fingers.
Hermione was banging her head on the desk.
"Stoppit, what did I tell you?" He caught her head and pulled it up.
"Hermione, how long has it been since your parents took you to the doctors?" Asked Harry, quite concernedly.
"Actually, quite a long time." She said to him, but as he left, she turned to Draco and slapped him. "I can't believe you said that!!! I will so get you back! Just for that, I am having a party tonight and you will have to listen to me and my friends going psycho in the next room!!!"
"Oh big whoop. I couldn't care less."
"Yeah, well you will."
"Sure. Sure,"
Oh, he had no idea.
~*~*
Hehe, so great. So great am I!!! Nah. Oh, well, about the boy, um, well, I was kind of bothering this poor boy at my friends party, and he has no idea who I am, since I just ran up to him and started yelling.
Oh well. Kid, if you're strange and God has this weird sense of humor, I apologize. Call Lauren! She's stupid!!! 551-6745!!! I don't even know whose number that is so don't call it, I just can't remember Wehi's.
Well, review, and I love you!!! Especially if you're Draco Malfoy.
Mmm.
Ehem.my computer is down so it won't make the three periods signaling thoughtlessness, so I had to make my fic weird. Okay bye.
SK MOnkY
Hey, anyone else think Tom Felton is hot?
Ehehe. Okay, so not all of the time.
But oh well. The world isn't perfect, dammit!!!
Disclaimer: Yes.I do own Harry Potter. Just last night in fact, I fucked Draco Malfoy and ran away with Harry!! Sure!! Why not! Of course it happened!!! IT ONLY HAPPENS ALL THE TIME, SINCE I OWN HARRY POTTER.
GET THE DAMN HINT ALREADY!!! I OWN NOTHING!!! NOTHING NOTHING!!! NOTHING!
~*~*
"Hermione, wake up!"
I moaned, and tried to open my eyes.
It was the hardest thing in the world!
My eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment I figured they would stay that way. Instead, they closed and my eyes began to burn. I could hear frantic male voices.
Then one of the voices, a delicate yet masculine voice, (one I would expect of the most sexiest men in the world) said harshly, "Shut up! She's awake!"
My eyes flicked open, and I could almost feel my pupils dilate. They shrank, and my eyes burned enough for them to start watering. Everything became a wet blur.
However I could make out two dark colored heads, a red one, and a whitish- blonde one.
I tried to speak, and I thought I was saying things correctly, but it all came out slurry. It took a while, and I managed to gasp out, "Where am I?"
"Granger? Stop moving! Matt, check her eyes!"
"Hermione?"
"Move it Potter!"
"Harry, is she alright?"
"I don't know Ron."
"'Scuse me, Harry."
I felt someone pull at my eyelids, which for the pain I had once again closed, and my eyes focused on a face, much like one would focus on a specimen in a microscope.
"Well, she seems to be okay. We should just let her alone a while."
My eyelid snapped back, and I turned in the bed. My mind was moving faster, now, and I could open my eyes.
I did, and I saw Matt's face next to mine, peering at me, I saw Draco's next to his, then in the back I saw Harry and Ron.
"What happened?" I asked, though right after, I remembered the late night trip and my--the kill.
"You blacked out and luckily Matt was visiting the school, so he helped me carry you up to the dorm. Weasley and Potter saw you too." Malfoy said, blinking one of his eyes so quickly I wasn't sure if it was a twitch, or a wink.
Probably the latter.
"Well kiddies, best be going. Only a few more hours until morning, and I have school." Matt bent over and stroked my hair, then whispered quickly into my ear, "Don't forget, when they're dead." And gave me a peck on the cheek.
I managed to sit up in the bed, and realized I was back in my room in the tower. I heard the door close, then the portrait, and Matt had left.
Draco, Ron, and Harry were still there. They all looked anxious, but Draco really didn't look like he cared. He was leaning casually on my dresser.
I looked at Harry and Ron, and told them I was okay.
"Are you sure?" They asked, eyeing Draco.
"Yes. You should go. It's really much too late, and I would hate to bust you guys for being out this time of night."
"Okay then. We'll see you later, Hermione." Harry said, leading a hesitant Ron away, then out of the dorm completely.
Draco eyed me, and I asked him what.
"You probably just drank too much. Far more than you should have, definitely. And probably because of the alcohol in the man's blood that you feel woozy. Well, I bet you've learned, right?"
"Hmm. I wonder." I said sarcastically. He frowned.
"Those petty friends of yours ruined our sneaking in. They were running about, and then they saw us. We had to tell a lie, or actually, Matt did, and he's rather horrid at it, I'm sure you know."
"Harry's not petty."
"Yes he is, and obviously, you've recognized how petty Weasley is too."
"Of course."
He stood straight, and flicked his hair. "Your room is, uh, very interesting. I take it you've changed it since you became a vampire?"
"No. It was like this all along."
"Really?" He said, looking around. I had covered the walls with my posters and glow in the dark stickies.
I had Blink 182 posters, Sum 41 posters, The Simpsons posters, and anti- social ones too, like "Don't make me kick you in the balls", "People like you are the reason people like me need medication", "Popularity is a social disease", and even the bunny holding his nose saying "You smell like poo!".
He peered into my open, messy closet, where he probably also noticed all my cargos and white shirts and spaghetti straps, and school uniforms. And my three pairs of combat boots, and my gloves and knee-highs and Mary Jane's.
"You have such weird clothes. Where do you buy all this stuff?"
"Muggle store. Hot Topic. Best place in the world." I said, getting out of bed and pulling open one of my drawers.
"Who's Sum 41?"
"What's this?" I asked, rummaging around for my screwdriver. "Mr. Pomposity asking a question about Muggles?"
"Yes, I suppose so." He said quite matter-of-factly, which sort of scared me.
"Well, they're a band. A great band. A cool band. The best band." I had found it, and sat down on my bed, pulling my magical alarm clock off the dresser.
"Really? The best?"
"Damn clock," Indeed, the most annoying clicking in the world. "No, not the best, but really good." I examined the clock, and pulled back the clear frame, plunging my screwdriver into it. "Yes, finally, quiet." I lay back in my bed, and the clock dangled from my hand. "Oh shit. Damn you, evil clock, you vile instrument of Satan!" I yelled at it. My only way of knowing what time it was.
And I had put a hole through the middle of it.
Draco snickered, and I looked up at him. He said, "You really, really need to get some sleep."
"My damn clock!" I said, fiddling with my ring.
"Yup. Some sleep. Now shut up and go to bed." He opened the door to the bathroom, and said, "Classes are in only a few hours, if that many. Sleep and don't bother me, or I will become a raving lunatic."
He slammed the door shut. I yelled through it, "Goodnight then, psycho!"
I lay back, my brain running better and almost perfectly. I traveled back in my mind, back to when I woke up.
Suddenly I growled, angry, humiliated, frustrated, and, well, sort of lustfully.
I had thought Draco Malfoy's voice was sexy when I had woken up.
Fuck.
~*~*
I would just kill myself! I mean omigod! Like totally! A knife through the throat! Nah, I would go over there in my knickers and be all like, "Make sweet love to me, my darling!!!" Then he'd kiss me, and then-
Uh.whoops.
STOP LAUGHING, VIKY!!! If you are.
*~*~
I woke up in the morning, and showered quickly. I pulled my hair into a ponytail, and went to my closet to change.
After that, I went outside, to find Draco just about to leave.
"Have a pleasant sleep?" He asked, out of pure hatred.
"Yes, why?"
"Because you and your goddamned snores kept me awake the whole night."
"Oh get used to it, sissy." We walked down to the Great Hall together, and several heads turned to look at us enter. Together.
I sort of snickered, and ran up to Harry, where, to my dismay, it seemed Ron was sitting too. I sat down opposite Harry, away form the evil red head.
"Feeling better?" Harry asked, prodding at his bacon.
"Sure! All ready to do my homework, too?"
"You didn't do any homework?" Oh, how cute. He was concerned!
"Nope!" I pulled out my Arithmancy book, which I had first, and finished that in seven minutes.
Then I did my Potion's essay, then my Transfiguration worksheet, then my History of Magic, then my--
Okay, so I didn't finish all of it. Not up to my usual standards, but hey, I finished more than anyone else could. And it was still good.
Harry and Ron watched me finish before the bell rang, and their eyes were wide. I didn't even look up at them at all.
"How the hell did you finish this?!" Ron asked me, looking at my complex Arithmancy runes.
"Easy. I have to go now, goodbye boys!" I packed up while they finished eating their breakfast, and I waved a little and left.
Heheh, so I could finish the rest in another class. Big whoop.it was too easy.
Finally, I managed to finish my Herbology and all my other assignments two hours into the start of school.
So now I sat in Potions, zoned out with the odd greasy-ness of his hair and watching it stay in the exact position the whole time.
"Ew," I murmured, as Professor Snape turned rather quickly to deduct points of Gryffindor, and his hair didn't move at all.
Seamus, who I was sitting next to, waved his hand in front of my face, and said, "Hermione, have you zoned out?"
"Huh? Oh, oh yeah, sorry, so what are we doing?" He explained it to me and barely had time to finish before Snape started pairing us up.
I listened for my name, and it was all the way at the end of the list.with none other than a certain blonde-haired beaut-
"Agh, fuck!" I said, as the word 'beauty' crossed my mind.
Why? WHY ME DAMMIT?!
Why was he so cute, why was he so sexy, why was he so hot, why was he so not ugly, why was he charming, dashing, handsome, lovely, perfect-
"Um-"
Crap. What a great time to zone out and not even realize you're banging your head on your textbook, with your lab partner staring at you with mixed amusement and mild fear.
And also to not realize everyone in class, including the teacher is also staring at you and looking at you like you belong in a padded cell.
"Well hello! Everyone, I am fine. Continue your work, before our professor deducts points! Thank you for caring!" I said, raising my arms and smiling.
Okay, so that didn't do shit, oh, no wait, now they're all doing work, good.
I slammed my head down one more time. Ah, sweet pain.
I felt Malfoy's hand grab my head before I could do it again.
"Stop doing that!" He hissed, and sat down next to me.
"Sorry!" I said sarcastically.
"You weren't banging your head on the desk because of a certain.few thoughts, were you?" He said, smirking. "About sexy old me?"
Fuck.
"No. Not at all." He started to laugh, so I added, "Shut up, leave me alone." I dropped my head down and he caught it once again.
"What did I tell you?! Stoppit!"
"Fine fine fine."
"Good, let's start."
~*
"Harry, look. Look at him!"
"What?"
"Malfoy and Hermione!" Ron said, disgust in his voice.
Harry looked up, to see Draco grabbing Hermione's head to stop her from slamming it on the desk. They seemed to talk, and then she tried again. Harry could hear Malfoy's annoyed voice telling her to stop and get started.
"See? See what he did?" Ron half yelled.
"So? At least he's not hurting her or molesting her or something." Harry said, and Ron turned red.
"Harry!" Ron pulled on Harry's sleeve, and Harry spilt 'Essence of cow spleen' on his pants.
"What? Dammit Ron!"
"Sorry, but look!"
Indeed, now this was an interesting sight. It seemed Malfoy was teasing Hermione. She playfully slapped him. He poked her shoulder. He laughed. She blushed. He grinned, and then laughed again. She said something. She giggled. He got out his wand, and then a shot of white came out of his wand and at her head. She tried to dodge it, but it followed her and stuck to her head, turning into cat ears. She felt them, then slapped him, and told him to fix them before Snape noticed. So he did.
"What?! WHAT! HARRY DID YOU SEE THAT?!"
"Yes Ron, calm down. See look he changed them back."
"I DON'T CARE!!!" Suddenly Ron went crashing over to their desk, Harry in tow.
~*
Hermione could tell Ron and Harry had been watching, and now Ron was blundering over like an elephant. She turned in her seat, and looked at them.
Ron was red and Harry didn't care.
"Interesting, it must be the migration of the petty-mals!" Draco said next to her.
She looked at him and laughed.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"I still know what you were thinking. You think to loud." He said.
"Whatever. It was probably just some horrific hallucination that you were suffering from."
"Yeah sure--"
"WHY?! WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO EACH OTHER!!" Ron said very loudly.
Hermione shielded one of her eyes with her hand and turned so she couldn't see him. "Oh god. This is so embarrassing," She said half mockingly.
She put her hand down and quirked one of her eyebrows at Draco.
He quirked one back.
Suddenly, she started laughing. She figured if she thought loud enough, he would hear her.
'What should I do?' She asked silently.
'I don't know.' He replied.
They laughed.
'Oh, here comes Harry-'
'Why don't you just tell him to go bugger off?'
'NO! WITTY! WITTY!!!'
He laughed out loud. 'Do you always think 'witty' when replying?'
'WITTY!'
'Okay then, tell him you're sorry for talking to me.'
"What? Why?" She asked out loud.
Malfoy sniggered as Harry and Ron got extremely confused. He shrugged.
'No, must be WITTY!!!'
He shook his head and said to Harry and Ron, "She said she apologizes for talking to me. She said she couldn't help it, but she thought I looked sexy today."
Ooh. Three pairs of wide eyes and open mouths.
"Now that was witty don't you think?" Draco asked Hermione.
"Malfoy!!! I did not think that!" She seemed to be talking a bit louder than normal. And she blushed like hell.
"Bull shit, yes you did."
"HERMIONE!! MALFOY! OH MY GOD!" Ron yelled, and ran back to his table where he collapsed and looked as though he fainted.
(A/N: He actually did, for the record. WEAKLING!!!)
"Ew,really Hermione?" Harry asked, blanching.
"N-"
"Yessss.really." Draco answered for her, doing a weird wiggly thing with his fingers.
Hermione was banging her head on the desk.
"Stoppit, what did I tell you?" He caught her head and pulled it up.
"Hermione, how long has it been since your parents took you to the doctors?" Asked Harry, quite concernedly.
"Actually, quite a long time." She said to him, but as he left, she turned to Draco and slapped him. "I can't believe you said that!!! I will so get you back! Just for that, I am having a party tonight and you will have to listen to me and my friends going psycho in the next room!!!"
"Oh big whoop. I couldn't care less."
"Yeah, well you will."
"Sure. Sure,"
Oh, he had no idea.
~*~*
Hehe, so great. So great am I!!! Nah. Oh, well, about the boy, um, well, I was kind of bothering this poor boy at my friends party, and he has no idea who I am, since I just ran up to him and started yelling.
Oh well. Kid, if you're strange and God has this weird sense of humor, I apologize. Call Lauren! She's stupid!!! 551-6745!!! I don't even know whose number that is so don't call it, I just can't remember Wehi's.
Well, review, and I love you!!! Especially if you're Draco Malfoy.
Mmm.
Ehem.my computer is down so it won't make the three periods signaling thoughtlessness, so I had to make my fic weird. Okay bye.
SK MOnkY
