Chapter 13: An Interesting Boat Ride
(A Draco Narrative)
I invited Hermione on my boat; what was I thinking? She'll probably trash it because of this bum Robert. Doesn't he know he's lucky to have her? Not one guy in the office could ever get with her, including myself. When she first started working for me I had, how do the muggles say it, a crush on her. It was always a little obvious because half of the things I needed her to do, I did myself. In fact, I usually did them before she came but made her do it again, such as buying vodka, or anything like that. Now, I have to safe proof my boat.
At seven she came to my door and looked like an utter wreck. Her hair wasn't even done; it was in that frizzy ponytail like in Hogwarts. She had on jeans and a tee-shirt, which was way too large. On top of that she had on those hideous sneakers, but I couldn't do anything except conjure up some hair serum.
I gave her the gel and then brought her to the yacht. I named her "Daddy's Girl," because she was my only family. My mother called occasionally, but I ignored her and when father called I would run away. He always wanted me to be a teacher, but I refused to do it, I never wanted to see that school again. Not since everyone had found out about the incident, that I can still not talk about.
I had wine served, even though I didn't know if she drank. But, boy did she drink.
"You know what; guys don't like me because I'm boring. Am I boring? I think I am. All I do is work, work, and work. I never do anything fun but I'll let you in on a little secret; I'm not such a good girl. I'm like a tiger or a wild cat and I do yoga, I can bend like a pretzel, you know the twisty kind? I bet you wanna find out, well you want some of this, come get it," she said as she kissed me. She was drunk so I disregarded all that she said, but then she fainted.
I put her in the car and drove to her flat. I searched her pockets for keys and finally found them in her purse. I carried her up the stairs and laid her on the bed. I wouldn't violate her by changing her clothes.
I wonder is she really meant the tiger pretzel thing. I've never had the mixture; I've had tigers with no pretzel or pretzels without any tiger, but never both. I'll never find out though, she wouldn't give me a second glance, no matter what I looked like. I guess the past plays a more important role than the future.
Another thing that happened was that it started to rain and thank God that white tee-shirts are see through. She was wearing a black bra that was barely there and she had a belly-button ring. It was cool and all, but I guess that was from her "I-am-a-Gothic-rebel" phase in 6th year. I know her parents probably wouldn't like to know that. Another thing hard to believe is the tattoo she had on her shoulder it was a heart with a rose stabbed through it, odd I never thought she would have the courage to go through with that dare.
To make a long story short we were in 7th year at Hogwarts when we had a big party and one of the Weasel brothers suggested truth or dare. If you didn't do the dare if you were a girl you had to put a picture of yourself on the school website in only your knickers and if you were a boy you had to pinch Professor McGonagall's butt and breast. So you were better off doing the dare than not. Well, I think I'll make the story long any way; you've got time don't you? I mean God, you seem to be reading this so who knows.
I was picked first by Potter, because he obviously thought I was a wimp, so I chose dare. "I dare you to go into Snape's class tomorrow and completely mess up a potion and take a 0 for the assignment. If you don't do it you know the consequences," said Potter mockingly. He knew I didn't like to fail so I had to do it, and I did. But next I chose Ron.
"Truth," he said rather sheepishly.
"Okay, what are you most afraid of and why?" I asked. I knew the answer already so it was good to get a laugh.
"I'm.. I'm afraid of failure. I don't want to fail because of my brothers. They succeed in everything and I don't want to be a reject in my family. Don't laugh at me," he said, but everyone did any way. I especially laughed, but when I started everyone stared at me. I never really like having that hellish laugh.
Ron picked Hermione and she picked dare. He dared her to get a tattoo and she actually did it. Although, every boy in Hogwarts looked for her picture on the webpage the next day, which coincidentally was made by a spider. We never found it, but Harry assured us she got one.
Hermione then picked Neville, and he obviously wanted truth and he had to admit that he had liked Ginny Weasley for about two years and Ron almost beat the snot out of him. It was quite funny.
Soon we became bored with that game so we played spin-the-bottle. It was some muggle game that Hermione had played with her muggle friends from home during Christmas. I had to spin first and it landed on Hermione. We pecked each other's lips and then sat back down. When Harry spun he landed on Susan Bones, a girl from Hufflepuff that had been in love with Harry since first year. She just about jammed her tongue down his throat and he pulled away.
The game went on for a while and I had kissed Hermione about 6 times, Harry kissed her twice, Ron never did, and then there were assorted other girls that I didn't know and didn't care to get to know. Finally someone suggested that the game end, but then said Hermione had to spin.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because the last kiss is a five minute make-our session," said the other girl. The bottle spun forever and then finally landed on Potter. How I loathed him. He took her into the closet and five minutes later they came out all messed up.
I went back to my room and read from my classic muggle books, my favorite The Phantom of the Opera always made me feel better, especially after stupid childish games that I don't get my way. I felt like Eric, I deserved her, but he got her because of fame and games. But, I would have proved what I was made of if I didn't care about getting expelled, which would ruin my reputation as an intellectual.
Every night I would fall asleep to the CD of the original Broadway cast. I had never been to New York City, but when the production went on tour I saw it. Mother always liked muggle music and passed the trait on to me. Father didn't approve, but I didn't care.
Crabbe and Goyle never knew why I like the music or the book, but when I tried explaining it to them they looked at me with the most dumbfounded expressions I had ever seen. So I gave up and kept on reading and I even wrote at Hogwarts, but was too ashamed to let anyone see what I wrote.
I also played the violin and piano. No one knew about the violin, but some people knew about the piano. I had been getting lessons from Professor McGonagall in both instruments and they were always after dinner during our free time. It was hard to practice because I had to go there every day during our time to have fun, which was seldom for me.
Sometimes when I would go to practice someone else was playing the piano but I never went to look, it scared me to know that someone besides me knew the instrument.
See, I said it was a long story, but whatever. I looked at the clock and it was much too late for me to sleep so I drank some coffee and watched the Discovery Channel. There was a special on the evolution of the centaur. Also, on the History Channel there was a special on Dumbledore, the old coot.
In all honesty I had pretty much given up the piano and now I just play the violin, it's more of a stress relieving hobby than anything else. I stayed up the rest of the night watching TV.
(A Draco Narrative)
I invited Hermione on my boat; what was I thinking? She'll probably trash it because of this bum Robert. Doesn't he know he's lucky to have her? Not one guy in the office could ever get with her, including myself. When she first started working for me I had, how do the muggles say it, a crush on her. It was always a little obvious because half of the things I needed her to do, I did myself. In fact, I usually did them before she came but made her do it again, such as buying vodka, or anything like that. Now, I have to safe proof my boat.
At seven she came to my door and looked like an utter wreck. Her hair wasn't even done; it was in that frizzy ponytail like in Hogwarts. She had on jeans and a tee-shirt, which was way too large. On top of that she had on those hideous sneakers, but I couldn't do anything except conjure up some hair serum.
I gave her the gel and then brought her to the yacht. I named her "Daddy's Girl," because she was my only family. My mother called occasionally, but I ignored her and when father called I would run away. He always wanted me to be a teacher, but I refused to do it, I never wanted to see that school again. Not since everyone had found out about the incident, that I can still not talk about.
I had wine served, even though I didn't know if she drank. But, boy did she drink.
"You know what; guys don't like me because I'm boring. Am I boring? I think I am. All I do is work, work, and work. I never do anything fun but I'll let you in on a little secret; I'm not such a good girl. I'm like a tiger or a wild cat and I do yoga, I can bend like a pretzel, you know the twisty kind? I bet you wanna find out, well you want some of this, come get it," she said as she kissed me. She was drunk so I disregarded all that she said, but then she fainted.
I put her in the car and drove to her flat. I searched her pockets for keys and finally found them in her purse. I carried her up the stairs and laid her on the bed. I wouldn't violate her by changing her clothes.
I wonder is she really meant the tiger pretzel thing. I've never had the mixture; I've had tigers with no pretzel or pretzels without any tiger, but never both. I'll never find out though, she wouldn't give me a second glance, no matter what I looked like. I guess the past plays a more important role than the future.
Another thing that happened was that it started to rain and thank God that white tee-shirts are see through. She was wearing a black bra that was barely there and she had a belly-button ring. It was cool and all, but I guess that was from her "I-am-a-Gothic-rebel" phase in 6th year. I know her parents probably wouldn't like to know that. Another thing hard to believe is the tattoo she had on her shoulder it was a heart with a rose stabbed through it, odd I never thought she would have the courage to go through with that dare.
To make a long story short we were in 7th year at Hogwarts when we had a big party and one of the Weasel brothers suggested truth or dare. If you didn't do the dare if you were a girl you had to put a picture of yourself on the school website in only your knickers and if you were a boy you had to pinch Professor McGonagall's butt and breast. So you were better off doing the dare than not. Well, I think I'll make the story long any way; you've got time don't you? I mean God, you seem to be reading this so who knows.
I was picked first by Potter, because he obviously thought I was a wimp, so I chose dare. "I dare you to go into Snape's class tomorrow and completely mess up a potion and take a 0 for the assignment. If you don't do it you know the consequences," said Potter mockingly. He knew I didn't like to fail so I had to do it, and I did. But next I chose Ron.
"Truth," he said rather sheepishly.
"Okay, what are you most afraid of and why?" I asked. I knew the answer already so it was good to get a laugh.
"I'm.. I'm afraid of failure. I don't want to fail because of my brothers. They succeed in everything and I don't want to be a reject in my family. Don't laugh at me," he said, but everyone did any way. I especially laughed, but when I started everyone stared at me. I never really like having that hellish laugh.
Ron picked Hermione and she picked dare. He dared her to get a tattoo and she actually did it. Although, every boy in Hogwarts looked for her picture on the webpage the next day, which coincidentally was made by a spider. We never found it, but Harry assured us she got one.
Hermione then picked Neville, and he obviously wanted truth and he had to admit that he had liked Ginny Weasley for about two years and Ron almost beat the snot out of him. It was quite funny.
Soon we became bored with that game so we played spin-the-bottle. It was some muggle game that Hermione had played with her muggle friends from home during Christmas. I had to spin first and it landed on Hermione. We pecked each other's lips and then sat back down. When Harry spun he landed on Susan Bones, a girl from Hufflepuff that had been in love with Harry since first year. She just about jammed her tongue down his throat and he pulled away.
The game went on for a while and I had kissed Hermione about 6 times, Harry kissed her twice, Ron never did, and then there were assorted other girls that I didn't know and didn't care to get to know. Finally someone suggested that the game end, but then said Hermione had to spin.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because the last kiss is a five minute make-our session," said the other girl. The bottle spun forever and then finally landed on Potter. How I loathed him. He took her into the closet and five minutes later they came out all messed up.
I went back to my room and read from my classic muggle books, my favorite The Phantom of the Opera always made me feel better, especially after stupid childish games that I don't get my way. I felt like Eric, I deserved her, but he got her because of fame and games. But, I would have proved what I was made of if I didn't care about getting expelled, which would ruin my reputation as an intellectual.
Every night I would fall asleep to the CD of the original Broadway cast. I had never been to New York City, but when the production went on tour I saw it. Mother always liked muggle music and passed the trait on to me. Father didn't approve, but I didn't care.
Crabbe and Goyle never knew why I like the music or the book, but when I tried explaining it to them they looked at me with the most dumbfounded expressions I had ever seen. So I gave up and kept on reading and I even wrote at Hogwarts, but was too ashamed to let anyone see what I wrote.
I also played the violin and piano. No one knew about the violin, but some people knew about the piano. I had been getting lessons from Professor McGonagall in both instruments and they were always after dinner during our free time. It was hard to practice because I had to go there every day during our time to have fun, which was seldom for me.
Sometimes when I would go to practice someone else was playing the piano but I never went to look, it scared me to know that someone besides me knew the instrument.
See, I said it was a long story, but whatever. I looked at the clock and it was much too late for me to sleep so I drank some coffee and watched the Discovery Channel. There was a special on the evolution of the centaur. Also, on the History Channel there was a special on Dumbledore, the old coot.
In all honesty I had pretty much given up the piano and now I just play the violin, it's more of a stress relieving hobby than anything else. I stayed up the rest of the night watching TV.