Yes, it is rather short. Might work on ch. 5 now, or The Girl Who
Loved You Know Who, my serious fic. . . anyway. Furnikle, I agree, the
third chapter was a little forced. . .but oh well. ( Y'all enjoy this one
now, ya hear?
Chapter Four: Strategically Short Chapter
Hermione watched as sailors escorted the injured boy to the hospital ward at the end of the boat. She wondered who this strikingly handsome boy was, and what he was doing out in the middle of the ocean with an outboard motor strapped to the back of his suitcase. She decided to contemplate this while taking a warm shower to cleanse herself of the red paint the MPETA representatives had so rudely covered her in. Anyways, it wasn't like she pushed her horse off the boat.
The shower was remarkably refreshing. Afterwards, she wrapped herself up in a fluffy pink towel and sat on the edge of her bed to comb out her hair. There was no chance of anyone walking in on her, least of all that mysterious boy. Or so she THOUGHT!!!
Suddenly, the door swung open, and in stepped-none other but the suitcase riding boy!
Hermione gasped. He looked even better after his shower. Yet something was oddly familiar about him and his pale-blonde hair..
"It's DRACO MALFOY!" shouted all the sailors, Luscious and Narcissa, the readers and everyone else in a 4-mile radius. Hermione failed to notice.
"Oh, dear, I'm so terribly sorry," said the youth, blushing.
"No, no, it's alright," said Hermione, smiling, eager for another cliché scene to show the obvious romantic tension between her and him. Besides, she rarely wore anything less revealing than a towel.
Draco stared at the girl before him, reveling in her radiant beauty. Who was this girl? He had to know.
"It's HERMIONE GRANGER!" shouted the sailors, Luscious and Narcissa, the readers, and everyone else in a 4-mile radius.
Draco jumped. "Did you hear something?" he said to the girl.
"No," Hermione said curiously.
"Sorry," said Draco, "I suffer from mild schizophrenia."
"I find that incredibly sexy," said Hermione.
"Anyway, I owe you my life."
"Oh, it was nothing."
"Oh, okay then."
"Well, it was a bit she-roic on my part."
"No, really, if it was nothing-I'll just forget about it." He couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to seem rude, but she was so incredibly beautiful, he must ask now. "Say, what's your name anyway?"
Hermione smiled in response, wanting to ask him the very same thing. She opened her mouth to reply.
But before Hermione could answer, the chapter ended.
Chapter Four: Strategically Short Chapter
Hermione watched as sailors escorted the injured boy to the hospital ward at the end of the boat. She wondered who this strikingly handsome boy was, and what he was doing out in the middle of the ocean with an outboard motor strapped to the back of his suitcase. She decided to contemplate this while taking a warm shower to cleanse herself of the red paint the MPETA representatives had so rudely covered her in. Anyways, it wasn't like she pushed her horse off the boat.
The shower was remarkably refreshing. Afterwards, she wrapped herself up in a fluffy pink towel and sat on the edge of her bed to comb out her hair. There was no chance of anyone walking in on her, least of all that mysterious boy. Or so she THOUGHT!!!
Suddenly, the door swung open, and in stepped-none other but the suitcase riding boy!
Hermione gasped. He looked even better after his shower. Yet something was oddly familiar about him and his pale-blonde hair..
"It's DRACO MALFOY!" shouted all the sailors, Luscious and Narcissa, the readers and everyone else in a 4-mile radius. Hermione failed to notice.
"Oh, dear, I'm so terribly sorry," said the youth, blushing.
"No, no, it's alright," said Hermione, smiling, eager for another cliché scene to show the obvious romantic tension between her and him. Besides, she rarely wore anything less revealing than a towel.
Draco stared at the girl before him, reveling in her radiant beauty. Who was this girl? He had to know.
"It's HERMIONE GRANGER!" shouted the sailors, Luscious and Narcissa, the readers, and everyone else in a 4-mile radius.
Draco jumped. "Did you hear something?" he said to the girl.
"No," Hermione said curiously.
"Sorry," said Draco, "I suffer from mild schizophrenia."
"I find that incredibly sexy," said Hermione.
"Anyway, I owe you my life."
"Oh, it was nothing."
"Oh, okay then."
"Well, it was a bit she-roic on my part."
"No, really, if it was nothing-I'll just forget about it." He couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to seem rude, but she was so incredibly beautiful, he must ask now. "Say, what's your name anyway?"
Hermione smiled in response, wanting to ask him the very same thing. She opened her mouth to reply.
But before Hermione could answer, the chapter ended.