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a/n: ahhhhh, Carrier, thanks a lot for your encouragement!!! was so shocked when i actually received a review when i haven't even started the story yet! lOL!
okok... so... here's the FIRST CHAPTER!! pls read it and tell me what you readers think!!! will really appreciate your constructive comments ... i won't mind if you flame me, because that at least proves that someone is actually reading my story. haha!
by the way... i need a BETA-READER!!! i'm not really sure what a beta- reader is (m new to ff u c), but i know he/she is like an editor right? so pls email me at candyrox88@hotmail.com if you are interested! Thanks!
CHAPTER ONE: DON'T LIKE HIM
"I DON'T like Ron," Hermione Granger told herself sternly, staring down at her plate of scrambled eggs. It was no use, though, this crappy self-denial. Merlin knows how hard she had tried -- but she just couldn't forget him!
It had been two weeks since Ron dumped her for that idiotic transfer student. Yes, she was pretty, had the brains, basically perfect -- but Hermione had all along thought that Ron had liked her for who she was!
Slowly Hermione let her gaze drift over to the redheaded boy whom she had been dating for the past year. He was laughing at something that new girl was saying; involuntarily Hermione winced in bitterness. What's so good about that b*tch, anyway? Hermione thought fiercely, then was shocked at herself for cursing. You have it bad, girl. Really bad.
She pushed her plate away in frustration, then stood up and left the hall. It was very unfortunate, for her, that Harry wasn't here to provide a shoulder for her tears. Hope he's enjoying life in Beuxbatons, she mused. Though whyever did Auror-to-bes had to go there for training she never knew.
Laughing softly at the thought of the famous Harry Potter being swarmed by his horde of crooning fans, Hermione rounded the corridor that led to the prefect's bathroom. It was still early in the morning, she knew, but she needed a good long shower to waken her senses. She was still feeling rather sleepy -- surprising since she was accustomed to waking up at ungodly hours. But then again, she wasn't really used to losing sleep over a guy was she, especially what with her dormitory right beside the common room and the sounds of Ron and that girl snogging plainly audible through the thick-but-not-thick-enough walls throughout the nights.
Subconsciously Hermione balled her fists. I hate him, she thought savagely. i hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE him. She had thought that Ron would be more thoughtful, at least, but no. He actually had the audacity to break up with her right in front of everyone! The only consolation was that Malfoy hadn't been there to laugh at her; due to some unexplanable reason he was away from Hogwarts until three days ago.
Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she leant against the wall and heaved a deep breath. Calm down, Granger. Getting worked up has no benefits. Get over him.
Eyes narrowing in determination she straightened up and muttered to the knitted picture on the opposite wall. "Curse me, kill me, burn me, slice me up and throw me into the SEA."
At her last word the frame unlatched by itself and swung open to reveal a perfectly furnished bathroom. Not all bathrooms in Hogwarts were of the same decor Hermione had noticed. This one, the one nearest to the Gryffindor Tower, had winter for its theme; that is, if there was such a thing as a theme for toilet in the first place. The room was decked in white facilities; white sinks, white doors, white cubicles; even the customary swimming-pool sized bath tub was white.
Glancing up, the chandeliers hanging in mid-air were shaped just like snowflakes, with enchanted white mist drifting from the glass ornament now and then. The slight breeze felt cool against her cheeks-- stepping in Hermione closed the door gently behind her.
"Nice incorporation of our bathroom password into such a hateful- sounding sentence," somebody drawled beside her suddenly.
Oh great. Malfoy.
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[JaE sPeAkIng]
so, guys, how was the first chapter??? Too long? Too short? Don't be too puzzled by my detailed description of the bathroom decor... it will come in handy later on! Also the *incorporation of password* thingy will be explained in the next chapter, if you haven't caught on yet! =)
Yep, that's about it... ONCE AGAIN PLEASE R&R!! This is my first time writing a fanfic so I need as much help as possible!!! Thanks!!!
=รพ, dracoJAE *~
a/n: ahhhhh, Carrier, thanks a lot for your encouragement!!! was so shocked when i actually received a review when i haven't even started the story yet! lOL!
okok... so... here's the FIRST CHAPTER!! pls read it and tell me what you readers think!!! will really appreciate your constructive comments ... i won't mind if you flame me, because that at least proves that someone is actually reading my story. haha!
by the way... i need a BETA-READER!!! i'm not really sure what a beta- reader is (m new to ff u c), but i know he/she is like an editor right? so pls email me at candyrox88@hotmail.com if you are interested! Thanks!
CHAPTER ONE: DON'T LIKE HIM
"I DON'T like Ron," Hermione Granger told herself sternly, staring down at her plate of scrambled eggs. It was no use, though, this crappy self-denial. Merlin knows how hard she had tried -- but she just couldn't forget him!
It had been two weeks since Ron dumped her for that idiotic transfer student. Yes, she was pretty, had the brains, basically perfect -- but Hermione had all along thought that Ron had liked her for who she was!
Slowly Hermione let her gaze drift over to the redheaded boy whom she had been dating for the past year. He was laughing at something that new girl was saying; involuntarily Hermione winced in bitterness. What's so good about that b*tch, anyway? Hermione thought fiercely, then was shocked at herself for cursing. You have it bad, girl. Really bad.
She pushed her plate away in frustration, then stood up and left the hall. It was very unfortunate, for her, that Harry wasn't here to provide a shoulder for her tears. Hope he's enjoying life in Beuxbatons, she mused. Though whyever did Auror-to-bes had to go there for training she never knew.
Laughing softly at the thought of the famous Harry Potter being swarmed by his horde of crooning fans, Hermione rounded the corridor that led to the prefect's bathroom. It was still early in the morning, she knew, but she needed a good long shower to waken her senses. She was still feeling rather sleepy -- surprising since she was accustomed to waking up at ungodly hours. But then again, she wasn't really used to losing sleep over a guy was she, especially what with her dormitory right beside the common room and the sounds of Ron and that girl snogging plainly audible through the thick-but-not-thick-enough walls throughout the nights.
Subconsciously Hermione balled her fists. I hate him, she thought savagely. i hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE him. She had thought that Ron would be more thoughtful, at least, but no. He actually had the audacity to break up with her right in front of everyone! The only consolation was that Malfoy hadn't been there to laugh at her; due to some unexplanable reason he was away from Hogwarts until three days ago.
Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she leant against the wall and heaved a deep breath. Calm down, Granger. Getting worked up has no benefits. Get over him.
Eyes narrowing in determination she straightened up and muttered to the knitted picture on the opposite wall. "Curse me, kill me, burn me, slice me up and throw me into the SEA."
At her last word the frame unlatched by itself and swung open to reveal a perfectly furnished bathroom. Not all bathrooms in Hogwarts were of the same decor Hermione had noticed. This one, the one nearest to the Gryffindor Tower, had winter for its theme; that is, if there was such a thing as a theme for toilet in the first place. The room was decked in white facilities; white sinks, white doors, white cubicles; even the customary swimming-pool sized bath tub was white.
Glancing up, the chandeliers hanging in mid-air were shaped just like snowflakes, with enchanted white mist drifting from the glass ornament now and then. The slight breeze felt cool against her cheeks-- stepping in Hermione closed the door gently behind her.
"Nice incorporation of our bathroom password into such a hateful- sounding sentence," somebody drawled beside her suddenly.
Oh great. Malfoy.
+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+
[JaE sPeAkIng]
so, guys, how was the first chapter??? Too long? Too short? Don't be too puzzled by my detailed description of the bathroom decor... it will come in handy later on! Also the *incorporation of password* thingy will be explained in the next chapter, if you haven't caught on yet! =)
Yep, that's about it... ONCE AGAIN PLEASE R&R!! This is my first time writing a fanfic so I need as much help as possible!!! Thanks!!!
=รพ, dracoJAE *~