Chapter 2
The Arguement... then the fight
« NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! » Hermione silently screamed when she saw that ugly face of Malfoy. She felt her stomach clench up, and she immediately began to feel sick. Malfoy also wore a disgusted look, of complete shock. Hermione began to feel nauseated, just by looking at the git. She silently screamed, and almost did screame out loud a couple of times. Malfoy glared at her, and Hermione frowned back at him. Then.
"Well, what are you doing in a mud blood's house?"
"Not like I wanted to stay here mud blood."
"Then get the hell out of here you goddamn freak, and never come back!"
Malfoy sighed, and then explained, "Father was very angry at me for breaking one of his favorite artifacts that I ran into while hurrying to the bathroom, and said, 'Draco, I'm disappointed in you, and since you don't like muggles so much I will send you to that mud blood's house, for your punishment.'" Hermione gave Malfoy one look of PURE disgust. "It's no use, even if I wanted to leave, I can't make it past your filthy front gate, because it has been charmed." Malfoy said sounding rather sour and Hermione sighed dolefully. She knew that her summer was ruined knowing how retarded Malfoy was going to act. Hermione was a very responsible girl thus, after sighing to herself, Hermione said, "Well ferret, you have to inform my Parents."
"I'm not going to talk to muggles!" Malfoy drawled lazily.
"Well then, you can march straight out of here!" Hermione snapped.
"I already told you Mud Blood, I can-"
"I DON'T CARE! GET OUT OF HERE IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO INFORM MY PARENTS!"
"But. they're muggles! Father'll kill me if I ever did talk to one!"
"I thought that your little, father sent you here on a punishment."
"Yes he did. but."
"Isn't it obvious ferret? That means that you have to talk to muggles, that's your 'father's' whole point, to make you hang around muggles in which you hate so much. so you never mingle with them, EVER."
"Know-it-all."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Good, now call my Parents and tell them. I'm not going to surprise them when they see you!"
Malfoy glared at Hermione who glared just as loathingly back at him. Malfoy dropped his gargantuan trunk on the floor and stomped out the front door. To Hermione's horror, she heard Malfoy actually yelling out into the sky, "OY! MUD-HERMIONE'S PARENTS! I'M STAYING AT HER HOUSE FOR THE REST-" Malfoy was cut off by Hermione's hand covering his mouth and dragging him back into her house. When she shut the door and let go of Malfoy, he began to wipe his mouth with his sleeve gagging and wiping. Then he looked at his robes and started shouting, "EW! Filthy Mud blood germs all over my robes and mouth! I feel sick! Oh ptewy! YUCK!" Hermione simply glared at him.
"You're supposed to CALL them, not go out in the middle of the street and yell out to them, you idiot!"
"You told me to CALL them."
"NO! You're supposed to use the telephone!"
"The what? Telly-phony?"
"NO!" Hermione sucked in her breath to control her from exploding, and pronounced the words clearly as slowly as if Malfoy was some kind of a mentally retarded person. "The TEL-LEH-PHONE!" Malfoy blinked rapidly, still confused.
"The what? Telephone? Another muggle contraption?"
"Yes!" Hermione felt anger and frustration bubbling inside her. Frustrated, she pushed Malfoy out of the way and made her way to the phone on the side table next to the white couches where the Grangers sat to watch television. She savagely grabbed the receiver and dialed her parents' hotel room. When her mother picked up the phone, she thrust the phone into Malfoy's hand, and said angrily, "speak." Then she disappeared into the kitchen to get some milk. She could hear Malfoy talking on the phone in her family room saying something like, "Hello, ummmm, this is mud-Hermione's friend, and I'm just staying for the summer." Then after a while, Malfoy, not knowing what to do with the receiver, just put it next to the phone. Hermione jumped up losing control and stomped over to the phone and slammed the receiver back onto it's cradle.
"You git! Fag! You're supposed to put the receiver back from where it was supposed to be!"
"I didn't know mud blood."
"Shut up!" Hermione snapped.
"You'd better be glad that I made up a very good lie!" Malfoy roared.
"Who said that you could roar at me like that?"
"I did!"
"How dare you!" The next thing Hermione knew was that she kicked Malfoy's groin. "OOOOOOOH.." Malfoy crouched over and let out a moan of pain and crumpled to the floor. "Your room is the guest room which is just across my room." Hermione hissed. Malfoy wanted to glare up at her with the coldest stare he could think of, but he was in pain so he just sat there curled up trying to make the pain subside. Hermione then stomped up to her room and slammed the door. She sat there thinking for a while. She wished she had bought an owl then she could tell Ron and Harry EVERYTHING about what happened, and then she would have sent another letter complaining to Viktor.
Just then she heard someone struggling up the stairs with their trunk. Hermione snorted, knowing that it was none other than the stupid Malfoy trudging up the stairs with his oversized trunk. A loud thump, then some cursing was heard, then Hermione heard him drag his trunk around on the carpet looking for his room. The sound of doors opening and closing was heard. Hermione couldn't stand it anymore, and savagely jerked the door open and shouted, "FERRET! Your room's there! That's my parent's room!" Hermione yelled. Malfoy let out a frustrated grunt and dragged his stupid trunk over to the room across from Hermione's room. The moment he opened the door, Malfoy immediately closed it. And started back to Hermione's parents' room.
"I said. THAT'S. MY. PARENT'S. ROOM! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND YOU GIT?"
"Well, I certainly take the best room of the house." Malfoy drawled.
Hermione rushed out her room and grabbed Malfoy's trunk and start to drag both Malfoy and the trunk towards the guest room. Malfoy of course braced him feet on the ground making things more difficult. Both starting having tug-o-war with Malfoy's trunk, while Malfoy was shouting, "DON'T TOUCH MY TRUNK MUD BLOOD!" Hermione let go an Malfoy landed on his butt on the floor also letting go of his large wooden trunk. At that moment, Hermione seized the chance to grab it and drag it all the way to the Guest room, and grabbed Malfoy by the scruff of his neck and almost threw him in the guest room. Oh merlin! She's got the strength of seventy men! Malfoy though angrily.
Hermione stormed into her room and slammed the door, frustrated. She hadn't noticed Hedwig carrying Harry's and Ron's letter. Hedwig began flying around the Hermione's room hooting loudly. Hermione looked up and let out a squeal of delight. Ron and Harry had written to her! Hermione was now going to complain to them. Hermione also made a mental note to buy an owl when she went shopping for her school things.
« NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! » Hermione silently screamed when she saw that ugly face of Malfoy. She felt her stomach clench up, and she immediately began to feel sick. Malfoy also wore a disgusted look, of complete shock. Hermione began to feel nauseated, just by looking at the git. She silently screamed, and almost did screame out loud a couple of times. Malfoy glared at her, and Hermione frowned back at him. Then.
"Well, what are you doing in a mud blood's house?"
"Not like I wanted to stay here mud blood."
"Then get the hell out of here you goddamn freak, and never come back!"
Malfoy sighed, and then explained, "Father was very angry at me for breaking one of his favorite artifacts that I ran into while hurrying to the bathroom, and said, 'Draco, I'm disappointed in you, and since you don't like muggles so much I will send you to that mud blood's house, for your punishment.'" Hermione gave Malfoy one look of PURE disgust. "It's no use, even if I wanted to leave, I can't make it past your filthy front gate, because it has been charmed." Malfoy said sounding rather sour and Hermione sighed dolefully. She knew that her summer was ruined knowing how retarded Malfoy was going to act. Hermione was a very responsible girl thus, after sighing to herself, Hermione said, "Well ferret, you have to inform my Parents."
"I'm not going to talk to muggles!" Malfoy drawled lazily.
"Well then, you can march straight out of here!" Hermione snapped.
"I already told you Mud Blood, I can-"
"I DON'T CARE! GET OUT OF HERE IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO INFORM MY PARENTS!"
"But. they're muggles! Father'll kill me if I ever did talk to one!"
"I thought that your little, father sent you here on a punishment."
"Yes he did. but."
"Isn't it obvious ferret? That means that you have to talk to muggles, that's your 'father's' whole point, to make you hang around muggles in which you hate so much. so you never mingle with them, EVER."
"Know-it-all."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Good, now call my Parents and tell them. I'm not going to surprise them when they see you!"
Malfoy glared at Hermione who glared just as loathingly back at him. Malfoy dropped his gargantuan trunk on the floor and stomped out the front door. To Hermione's horror, she heard Malfoy actually yelling out into the sky, "OY! MUD-HERMIONE'S PARENTS! I'M STAYING AT HER HOUSE FOR THE REST-" Malfoy was cut off by Hermione's hand covering his mouth and dragging him back into her house. When she shut the door and let go of Malfoy, he began to wipe his mouth with his sleeve gagging and wiping. Then he looked at his robes and started shouting, "EW! Filthy Mud blood germs all over my robes and mouth! I feel sick! Oh ptewy! YUCK!" Hermione simply glared at him.
"You're supposed to CALL them, not go out in the middle of the street and yell out to them, you idiot!"
"You told me to CALL them."
"NO! You're supposed to use the telephone!"
"The what? Telly-phony?"
"NO!" Hermione sucked in her breath to control her from exploding, and pronounced the words clearly as slowly as if Malfoy was some kind of a mentally retarded person. "The TEL-LEH-PHONE!" Malfoy blinked rapidly, still confused.
"The what? Telephone? Another muggle contraption?"
"Yes!" Hermione felt anger and frustration bubbling inside her. Frustrated, she pushed Malfoy out of the way and made her way to the phone on the side table next to the white couches where the Grangers sat to watch television. She savagely grabbed the receiver and dialed her parents' hotel room. When her mother picked up the phone, she thrust the phone into Malfoy's hand, and said angrily, "speak." Then she disappeared into the kitchen to get some milk. She could hear Malfoy talking on the phone in her family room saying something like, "Hello, ummmm, this is mud-Hermione's friend, and I'm just staying for the summer." Then after a while, Malfoy, not knowing what to do with the receiver, just put it next to the phone. Hermione jumped up losing control and stomped over to the phone and slammed the receiver back onto it's cradle.
"You git! Fag! You're supposed to put the receiver back from where it was supposed to be!"
"I didn't know mud blood."
"Shut up!" Hermione snapped.
"You'd better be glad that I made up a very good lie!" Malfoy roared.
"Who said that you could roar at me like that?"
"I did!"
"How dare you!" The next thing Hermione knew was that she kicked Malfoy's groin. "OOOOOOOH.." Malfoy crouched over and let out a moan of pain and crumpled to the floor. "Your room is the guest room which is just across my room." Hermione hissed. Malfoy wanted to glare up at her with the coldest stare he could think of, but he was in pain so he just sat there curled up trying to make the pain subside. Hermione then stomped up to her room and slammed the door. She sat there thinking for a while. She wished she had bought an owl then she could tell Ron and Harry EVERYTHING about what happened, and then she would have sent another letter complaining to Viktor.
Just then she heard someone struggling up the stairs with their trunk. Hermione snorted, knowing that it was none other than the stupid Malfoy trudging up the stairs with his oversized trunk. A loud thump, then some cursing was heard, then Hermione heard him drag his trunk around on the carpet looking for his room. The sound of doors opening and closing was heard. Hermione couldn't stand it anymore, and savagely jerked the door open and shouted, "FERRET! Your room's there! That's my parent's room!" Hermione yelled. Malfoy let out a frustrated grunt and dragged his stupid trunk over to the room across from Hermione's room. The moment he opened the door, Malfoy immediately closed it. And started back to Hermione's parents' room.
"I said. THAT'S. MY. PARENT'S. ROOM! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND YOU GIT?"
"Well, I certainly take the best room of the house." Malfoy drawled.
Hermione rushed out her room and grabbed Malfoy's trunk and start to drag both Malfoy and the trunk towards the guest room. Malfoy of course braced him feet on the ground making things more difficult. Both starting having tug-o-war with Malfoy's trunk, while Malfoy was shouting, "DON'T TOUCH MY TRUNK MUD BLOOD!" Hermione let go an Malfoy landed on his butt on the floor also letting go of his large wooden trunk. At that moment, Hermione seized the chance to grab it and drag it all the way to the Guest room, and grabbed Malfoy by the scruff of his neck and almost threw him in the guest room. Oh merlin! She's got the strength of seventy men! Malfoy though angrily.
Hermione stormed into her room and slammed the door, frustrated. She hadn't noticed Hedwig carrying Harry's and Ron's letter. Hedwig began flying around the Hermione's room hooting loudly. Hermione looked up and let out a squeal of delight. Ron and Harry had written to her! Hermione was now going to complain to them. Hermione also made a mental note to buy an owl when she went shopping for her school things.