~~~Chapter 4: The new girl~~~

"Why you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated," Hermione was singing at the top of her lungs. "Life's like this you and you fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it!"

Hermione was singing and dancing in her underwear and a halter top.

"What are you doing?" Draco yelled. "Turn off that stupid music.and what are you wearing?"

Hermione screamed. "You don't have to be so intrusive! You stupid bastered," she yelled.

~~*~~

"Mr. Malfoy, this is Mrs. Peterson. You are to show her around the school. She has been sorted into Slytherin. She is from Salem's Academy. You are to report back to me once you have finished." Professor Snape said before turning around and walking off.

Draco looked behind Professor Snape to see a slutty girl. She was wearing a pink tube top, a black mini skirt, high black knee boots like Hermione's and she had long curly blonde hair. She had a pink lollipop in her mouth and was sucking on it as she was trying to turn Draco on.

"Hi.I'm Miranda, nice to meet you. What did you say your name was? Oh and by the way, I want you," Miranda flirted.

"Uh.welcome to Hogwarts," Draco said disgusted. "So where did you say you were from."

"Oh, I'm an American," she said with a huge grin on her face. "Oh ya I forgot to tell you, did you know that guys with accents turn me on,"

"Uh.to your right we have the great hall where we eat," Draco said, scared.

~~*~~

Draco came bursting into the dorm.

"I need your help.Groas, could you two do that some where else?"

Hermione and Harry were making out.

"Screw you." Hermione said with her tongue in Harry's mouth. "This is my dorm too. Plus you're a dick. Now fuck off."

"Have you met the new girl?" Draco asked.

"No, is she hot?" Harry asked stupidly.

"Harry!" Hermione threw a pillow at his face.

"Sorry," Harry said. "Draco what do you need help with?"

"The new girl is totally hitting on me," Draco replied.

Hermione laughed. "So isn't that supposed to be a good thing?"

"She's sluttier than you," Draco said.

"Yuck," Harry blurted out.

"Oh I see," Hermione said.

~~*~~

Heads turned as Miranda walked into the great hall. She took a seat next to Draco. She was wearing the Hogwarts uniform but it looked as if she had tried to copy Hermione. The only difference was that she made her top into a tube top (Hermione's was a tank top).

"So sweetie pie how ya doin' today?" Miranda asked as if Draco was her boyfriend.

"I'm not your sweetie pie," Draco said annoyed.

"Oh come on were going to end up together anyway," Miranda said smirking.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Draco asked.

"Oh didn't your parents tell you? We have an arranged marriage silly. We have for the past, oh, seven years," Miranda told him.

Draco was horror struck.

"You mean you had no idea? Your parents sent me a picture of you every year. You're just getting hotter by the minuet," Miranda said.

"But your parents went to school in America didn't they? I mean, my parents aren't going to let me marry a muggle born or a half muggle for that matter," Draco complained.

"What are you talking about silly, I am pure blood. Why else would your parents let us get married?" Miranda asked.

~~*~~

"Hello hottie. Aren't you the eatable little wizard," Miranda said while walking towards Hermione and Harry.

"Hi you must be the new girl Miranda is it?" Hermione asked. "I'm Hermione. Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Oh so you're that goody goody Draco keeps talking about. Nice to meet you," Miranda said rudely.

Hermione looked disgusted.

"Um Draco never talks about Hermione," Harry interrupted.

"Oh well. So you are seeing anyone, gorgeous?" Miranda flirted.

"Ya, he's seeing someone, me," Hermione interrupted.

"Oh sorry. I have to go to class. Bye." Miranda said.

"Classes end at 7:30 its 9:00 dumb ass," Hermione said.

~~*~~

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Draco muttered to himself as he walked to his dorm.

"What's up with you?" Hermione asked tauntingly.

"Draco there is something seriously wrong with you. What's up?" Harry asked his friend.

"The new girl is what's up with me. It turns out that we've had an arranged marriage, for seven years," Draco said before falling face first onto his bed.