Chapter 4 : Near the end
Hermione lay in her bed moaning as the sunlight streamed into her window and on her face. *why now? I don't want to see the ferret boy!* Hermione thought. She could still remember how Malfoy had pelted her with ice cream, not to mention hitting her on the HEAD three times. "Oy! Mud blood get up!" Commanded a voice with a familiar lazy drawl. Yes, this was how Hermione had spent her summer break. It always started with Malfoy forcing her awake, then spilling milk on her lap "by accident", and then came the daily routine of name calling and several other mean things.
Thus, Hermione had no choice but to lock her bedroom door everytime she went to sleep or when she wasn't in her room. Hermione rolled over and mumbled something inaudible that sounded something like, "Mum, just thirty more minutes." meanwhile, Malfoy was pounding on her door yelling and screaming for Hermione to come out.
"Oy! Mud blood! Get UP!"
Hermione suddenly bolted upright from pure annoyance because of Malfoy. "WHAT?"
"I said, GET UP!"
"Shut it, Ferret!"
"Don't you dare call me that!"
"Then get the hell away from me, you inconsiderate prat!"
"No! Get up!"
"I said. SOD OFF!"
"I thought that you were going to Diagon Alley!"
"Not with a Ferret that calls me Mudblood!" Hermione yelled indignantly and promptly threw the covers over her head both to drown out Malfoy's constant yelling and the sunlight that filtered through her half open curtains. Hermione had wished that she had fallen asleep on her couch and was having a very long dream. Of course it wasn't a dream, so Hermione furiously threw the covers off of herself because she couldn't go back to sleep (not with Malfoy pounding on her door anyway). Hermione threw on anything that was lying on her bedroom floor, sniffing them to make sure it smelled clean. Then, as quietly as possible, Hermione sneaked to her bedroom door and silently put her ear to the door. Sure enough, as she had predicted, Malfoy was leaning his back on her bedroom door trying to keep himself from bursting the door open with his wand. or so Hermione hoped as she had predicted.
Then, as quietly as possible, Hermione unlocked the door, stepped back and threw the door open. Sure enough, Malfoy, who was leaning on the door with his eyes shut (he had been trying to control his temper) fell backwards into a heap on the floor. Hermione let out the loudest, meanest laugh she could ever laugh. Malfoy simply glared up at Hermione, silently seeking revenge. Then, without warning, Hermione purposely stepped on him on her way out of her room and turned around.
"Get up Ferret, and get out of my room." She said as coldly as possible. Malfoy gave her his scariest death-glare, however, Hermione simply glared equally as scarily as Malfoy, and pointed out of her room, giving him two simple words, "Get out." Malfoy slowly picked himself off the floor and glared somewhat loathingly at Hermione. He was meant to think, Damn mud bloods, but for some crazy reason he found himself thinking, geez, I never knew that the mud blood looked so cute when she was annoyed. wait! Have I taken crazy pills or something? SHE'S UGLY. she's a MUD BLOOD... and so Malfoy actually slapped himself for thinking so differently from how he thought the other year.
Hermione raised an eyebrow when she saw Malfoy slap himself. What the hell's wrong with the ferret? Maybe he has to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Hermione suppressed a giggle and decided to tell Harry and Ron all about the little details of Malfoy slapping himself. Malfoy glared at Hermione, and Hermione glared back at him, to hide the fact that she had seen Malfoy slap himself.
"Now, Ferret, if you don't mind, would you please get out of my room?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes at her; "Fine."
"Good, well, you know what you want, so you can go prepare it yourself. Oh yes, Mum and Dad come today, so pretend that we're friends so it doesn't look like you're here on a punishment."
"Nobody bosses me around, you dirty little mud blood."
"Shut it Malfoy and go prepare your own breakfast."
"But why do I have to MAKE MY OWN breakfast?" Malfoy said, sounding inpredictably whiny.
"Do you see any house-elves in here?"
"Why don't you make my breakfast?"
"Excuse me? I am NOT your servant, you impetuous freak!"
""But."
"DON'T argue with me, Malfoy."
"BLOODY MUD BLOODS! I cannot see why they're so arrogant!"
Hermione just gave him her silent daggers and grabbed him by his collar and threw him out of her room, and locked her bedroom door and made her way to the bathroom fuming and complaining inaudibly to herself about who was the real arrogant one. Hermione sighed. at least summer break was almost over. Just two more weeks and then she wouldn't have to deal with Malfoy, just two more weeks, and then she, Harry and Ron would be able to ruin Malfoy's whole school year at Hogwarts. Hermione smiled to herself in the mirror. Maybe Hogwarts was going to be the best school year ever. Lots of books and studying and then, best of all (especially for Ron) there was the humiliation of Malfoy. Hermione couldn't wait until school started. It was probably going to fly by, and then the next thing she'd know, Hogwarts would be over, and maybe the summer break after this school year was going to be great too.
"Malfoy! Are you making your lunch?" Hermione shouted from the bathroom. Hermione sighed as she put some tooth paste on her tooth brush. She began to brush her teeth and look into the mirror at the same time. When Hermione looked in the mirror she almost choked on the tooth paste. There in her mirror, Hermione looked back at her with her hair bushier than ever and tooth brush everywhere. 'I should take a picture of this and send it to Ron and Harry. too bad that I don't know how to develop wizard pictures, then it would be even funnier to see me move.' Hermione then spat her tooth paste out and rinsed her mouth. "MALFOOOY!" Hermione shouted. She sighed, Malfoy would probably ignore her due to the fact that he wasn't used to people telling him to do something that he wasn't used to. Scowling to herself, Hermione went to her room and unlocked it. Hermione sat on her bed and thought. well, she just did it because she felt like thinking; however, nothing came into her head so she got back up to eat her breakfast.
"MALFOY! WHY ARE YOU SO QUIET TODAY!" Still no answer. Hermione scowled and made her way down to the kitchen for an apple. When she entered the kitchen, she let out a scream as Malfoy jumped on her.
Hermione lay in her bed moaning as the sunlight streamed into her window and on her face. *why now? I don't want to see the ferret boy!* Hermione thought. She could still remember how Malfoy had pelted her with ice cream, not to mention hitting her on the HEAD three times. "Oy! Mud blood get up!" Commanded a voice with a familiar lazy drawl. Yes, this was how Hermione had spent her summer break. It always started with Malfoy forcing her awake, then spilling milk on her lap "by accident", and then came the daily routine of name calling and several other mean things.
Thus, Hermione had no choice but to lock her bedroom door everytime she went to sleep or when she wasn't in her room. Hermione rolled over and mumbled something inaudible that sounded something like, "Mum, just thirty more minutes." meanwhile, Malfoy was pounding on her door yelling and screaming for Hermione to come out.
"Oy! Mud blood! Get UP!"
Hermione suddenly bolted upright from pure annoyance because of Malfoy. "WHAT?"
"I said, GET UP!"
"Shut it, Ferret!"
"Don't you dare call me that!"
"Then get the hell away from me, you inconsiderate prat!"
"No! Get up!"
"I said. SOD OFF!"
"I thought that you were going to Diagon Alley!"
"Not with a Ferret that calls me Mudblood!" Hermione yelled indignantly and promptly threw the covers over her head both to drown out Malfoy's constant yelling and the sunlight that filtered through her half open curtains. Hermione had wished that she had fallen asleep on her couch and was having a very long dream. Of course it wasn't a dream, so Hermione furiously threw the covers off of herself because she couldn't go back to sleep (not with Malfoy pounding on her door anyway). Hermione threw on anything that was lying on her bedroom floor, sniffing them to make sure it smelled clean. Then, as quietly as possible, Hermione sneaked to her bedroom door and silently put her ear to the door. Sure enough, as she had predicted, Malfoy was leaning his back on her bedroom door trying to keep himself from bursting the door open with his wand. or so Hermione hoped as she had predicted.
Then, as quietly as possible, Hermione unlocked the door, stepped back and threw the door open. Sure enough, Malfoy, who was leaning on the door with his eyes shut (he had been trying to control his temper) fell backwards into a heap on the floor. Hermione let out the loudest, meanest laugh she could ever laugh. Malfoy simply glared up at Hermione, silently seeking revenge. Then, without warning, Hermione purposely stepped on him on her way out of her room and turned around.
"Get up Ferret, and get out of my room." She said as coldly as possible. Malfoy gave her his scariest death-glare, however, Hermione simply glared equally as scarily as Malfoy, and pointed out of her room, giving him two simple words, "Get out." Malfoy slowly picked himself off the floor and glared somewhat loathingly at Hermione. He was meant to think, Damn mud bloods, but for some crazy reason he found himself thinking, geez, I never knew that the mud blood looked so cute when she was annoyed. wait! Have I taken crazy pills or something? SHE'S UGLY. she's a MUD BLOOD... and so Malfoy actually slapped himself for thinking so differently from how he thought the other year.
Hermione raised an eyebrow when she saw Malfoy slap himself. What the hell's wrong with the ferret? Maybe he has to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Hermione suppressed a giggle and decided to tell Harry and Ron all about the little details of Malfoy slapping himself. Malfoy glared at Hermione, and Hermione glared back at him, to hide the fact that she had seen Malfoy slap himself.
"Now, Ferret, if you don't mind, would you please get out of my room?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes at her; "Fine."
"Good, well, you know what you want, so you can go prepare it yourself. Oh yes, Mum and Dad come today, so pretend that we're friends so it doesn't look like you're here on a punishment."
"Nobody bosses me around, you dirty little mud blood."
"Shut it Malfoy and go prepare your own breakfast."
"But why do I have to MAKE MY OWN breakfast?" Malfoy said, sounding inpredictably whiny.
"Do you see any house-elves in here?"
"Why don't you make my breakfast?"
"Excuse me? I am NOT your servant, you impetuous freak!"
""But."
"DON'T argue with me, Malfoy."
"BLOODY MUD BLOODS! I cannot see why they're so arrogant!"
Hermione just gave him her silent daggers and grabbed him by his collar and threw him out of her room, and locked her bedroom door and made her way to the bathroom fuming and complaining inaudibly to herself about who was the real arrogant one. Hermione sighed. at least summer break was almost over. Just two more weeks and then she wouldn't have to deal with Malfoy, just two more weeks, and then she, Harry and Ron would be able to ruin Malfoy's whole school year at Hogwarts. Hermione smiled to herself in the mirror. Maybe Hogwarts was going to be the best school year ever. Lots of books and studying and then, best of all (especially for Ron) there was the humiliation of Malfoy. Hermione couldn't wait until school started. It was probably going to fly by, and then the next thing she'd know, Hogwarts would be over, and maybe the summer break after this school year was going to be great too.
"Malfoy! Are you making your lunch?" Hermione shouted from the bathroom. Hermione sighed as she put some tooth paste on her tooth brush. She began to brush her teeth and look into the mirror at the same time. When Hermione looked in the mirror she almost choked on the tooth paste. There in her mirror, Hermione looked back at her with her hair bushier than ever and tooth brush everywhere. 'I should take a picture of this and send it to Ron and Harry. too bad that I don't know how to develop wizard pictures, then it would be even funnier to see me move.' Hermione then spat her tooth paste out and rinsed her mouth. "MALFOOOY!" Hermione shouted. She sighed, Malfoy would probably ignore her due to the fact that he wasn't used to people telling him to do something that he wasn't used to. Scowling to herself, Hermione went to her room and unlocked it. Hermione sat on her bed and thought. well, she just did it because she felt like thinking; however, nothing came into her head so she got back up to eat her breakfast.
"MALFOY! WHY ARE YOU SO QUIET TODAY!" Still no answer. Hermione scowled and made her way down to the kitchen for an apple. When she entered the kitchen, she let out a scream as Malfoy jumped on her.