Disclaimer: Okay I'm tired of saying this. I didn't suddenly become creative one day and invent Harry Potter, as cool as I may seem (hahh), I don't own Harry Pottterrrr. I hope you know I'm kidding about the cool part.
A/N: Hey thanks to all my awesome possum reviewers so far: Princess-Perfect, some13, crystalheart, moonynight, tinkerbell-06, catherine.
Chapter 4 - Fluck it!
Hermione immediately felt a cool, trickling sensation sweeping over her body. She could find all of Draco's thoughts now... But Draco attacked her brain first, probing into her mind, trying to find thoughts about him.
'- didn't do Arithmacy homework yet -'
'- need to send owl to mum-'
'- Snape is evil -'
'- Malfoy is a stupid git -'
'- Malfoy needs to shrivel up and die -'
'- I hate Malfoy -'
'- Annoying prat -'
Surprised at his findings, he turned to Hermione.
"What - I can't believe - hold on a second," he muttered, eyebrows raised, "I didn't find anything about you thinking how hot I was or anything. Nothing about how you secretly love me... nothing..."
"..Sorry?" Hermione asked, "Didn't catch all of that."
"All the other fan fictions have it so that you secretly have feelings for me and that you think I'm hot and everything," Draco sighed, "This isn't fair."
"Er what?"
"YOU -" he gestured towards Hermione, "are supposed to actually have feelings for ME -" he waved at himself, "because all of the other fanfictions said so."
"Well I guess I don't, eh?"
"Guess not. This sucks. I don't like this story. EVERYBODY loves me."
Hermione just rolled her eyes and started to poke around at Draco's thoughts. She found random thoughts about hating Harry and Ron, how he thought Crabbe and Goyle were too stupid to talk to, how he didn't do any homework for 2 weeks now, and how Hermione - hold on - a thought about herself. He had been debating with the voice inside his head - how stupid, she thought - about how he had the hots for her. Mortified, she immediately backed away.
"Ew," she spat.
'Oh no,' Draco thought hurredly, 'she must have encountered that debate with the voice inside my head, otherwise known as Alexander (the voice). Aughhhh -'
Hermione was wiping at her head as thought to wipe away the disgusting thoughts of Malfoy even having those thoughts about her. Honestly, there was nothing more wrong than a Malfoy having feelings - she shuddered and looked at him with a look of great disgust.
"Look, just forget that okay," Malfoy snapped, "it wasn't true anyways. Like I would EVER like you. You ugly Mudblood, don't even think that you would ever be good enough for ME."
"You know what, Ferretboy," Hermione said calmly as Malfoy turned a shade of violet from the nickname, "you suck. I hate you, your arrogance, your huge head. I don't know HOW you manage to walk around lugging that gargantuan head of yours."
Just then, the bell rang, and Hermione turned her heel and walked off.
'Ugh, bitch,' he thought to himself.
'Excuse me?' Hermione's thoughts interupted his.
Draco jumped, forgetting that she could still listen to his thoughts.
'What's wrong with you, Mudblood, you are defected in this story.'
'Well it's not MY fault that this story SUCKS.'
'That's the first time I'm ever agreeing with you.'
'That's nice.'
'Snape never said how long this would last...'
'Weren't you listening?'
'No.'
'He said that one cup would last for 1 hour.'
'Good, that'll end soon. I don't exactly need someone in my head right now. Alexander is enough.'
'Who the hell is Alexander?'
'Never mind.'
'Whatever, I'll just go leafing through your brain then.'
'Whatever.'
'Okay.'
And then there was silence. Hermione seemed to be leaving him alone now, and he was grateful for that. Draco walked silently along the corridors. He reached his next class, which was Charms. It was empty except for the tiny Professor Flitwick sitting at his desk.
"Good morning, Mr Malfoy!" he squeaked, "Or rather, good noon." He chuckled.
"What?... Anyways, am I early or something?"
"Why yes, considering it's lunch right now!" said Professor Flitwick, smiling up at him.
Crap.
"Oh," said Draco, slightly embarrassed, "Er, bye." With that he marched towards the Great Hall.
Just as he was about to sit down, a pair of rough looking 'man-hands' reached over him and covered his eyes. "Guess who!" came a shrilly, giggly voice.
"Oh, fluck off, Parkinson. Leave me the fluck alone," snapped Draco menacingly.
"Eh?" questioned Pansy, "What's fluck? Is that some new word that I haven't learned yet (along with the majority of the other ones)?"
"No I just don't want to waste my swearwords on you."
"Oh," Pansy said glumly, and she stuck out her lower lip and made what she thought to be 'cute' pouting noises. "But Drakie..." She leaned over, attempting to kiss him, but Draco took one of his books and smacked her in the face with it. Not enough to hurt. Much.
"Drakie!" Pansy shrieked, "you- you - you're-"
Draco never found out what he was, for he ran away from the shrieking freak as fast as he could, slipping in some pumpkin juice that Crabbe had deliberately spilled on the floor ("Look! It flows!"). He then had to try and duck from the cheese pellets that Peeves was throwing at the students. Grumbling and walking off with cheese stuck to his shoulder, he walked off to the Slytherin rooms, skipping lunch.
On his way, he saw Hermione trudging around the Slytherin portrait hole.
"What are you doing, dimwit?" Draco asked coolly.
"None of your business, what I do," replied Hermione just as coldly.
"It is when it's around here, Mudblood."
"Just ziplock it."
'The heck?' thought Draco, 'Ziplock it? Must be that horrid Muggle talk. Or maybe she just made it up or something...'
She gave him a glare and stomped off in the opposite direction. He stared after her. For some odd, unknown reason, he was suddenly reminded of that Baracuda song from Charlie's Angels... He banged his head on the cool stone to clear his thoughts. Then, he entered the Slytherin common room, wondering what Hermione was doing around the door.
*****
Well. What a sucky chapter. Oh well oh well. Please give feedback!
3 run and hide
A/N: Hey thanks to all my awesome possum reviewers so far: Princess-Perfect, some13, crystalheart, moonynight, tinkerbell-06, catherine.
Chapter 4 - Fluck it!
Hermione immediately felt a cool, trickling sensation sweeping over her body. She could find all of Draco's thoughts now... But Draco attacked her brain first, probing into her mind, trying to find thoughts about him.
'- didn't do Arithmacy homework yet -'
'- need to send owl to mum-'
'- Snape is evil -'
'- Malfoy is a stupid git -'
'- Malfoy needs to shrivel up and die -'
'- I hate Malfoy -'
'- Annoying prat -'
Surprised at his findings, he turned to Hermione.
"What - I can't believe - hold on a second," he muttered, eyebrows raised, "I didn't find anything about you thinking how hot I was or anything. Nothing about how you secretly love me... nothing..."
"..Sorry?" Hermione asked, "Didn't catch all of that."
"All the other fan fictions have it so that you secretly have feelings for me and that you think I'm hot and everything," Draco sighed, "This isn't fair."
"Er what?"
"YOU -" he gestured towards Hermione, "are supposed to actually have feelings for ME -" he waved at himself, "because all of the other fanfictions said so."
"Well I guess I don't, eh?"
"Guess not. This sucks. I don't like this story. EVERYBODY loves me."
Hermione just rolled her eyes and started to poke around at Draco's thoughts. She found random thoughts about hating Harry and Ron, how he thought Crabbe and Goyle were too stupid to talk to, how he didn't do any homework for 2 weeks now, and how Hermione - hold on - a thought about herself. He had been debating with the voice inside his head - how stupid, she thought - about how he had the hots for her. Mortified, she immediately backed away.
"Ew," she spat.
'Oh no,' Draco thought hurredly, 'she must have encountered that debate with the voice inside my head, otherwise known as Alexander (the voice). Aughhhh -'
Hermione was wiping at her head as thought to wipe away the disgusting thoughts of Malfoy even having those thoughts about her. Honestly, there was nothing more wrong than a Malfoy having feelings - she shuddered and looked at him with a look of great disgust.
"Look, just forget that okay," Malfoy snapped, "it wasn't true anyways. Like I would EVER like you. You ugly Mudblood, don't even think that you would ever be good enough for ME."
"You know what, Ferretboy," Hermione said calmly as Malfoy turned a shade of violet from the nickname, "you suck. I hate you, your arrogance, your huge head. I don't know HOW you manage to walk around lugging that gargantuan head of yours."
Just then, the bell rang, and Hermione turned her heel and walked off.
'Ugh, bitch,' he thought to himself.
'Excuse me?' Hermione's thoughts interupted his.
Draco jumped, forgetting that she could still listen to his thoughts.
'What's wrong with you, Mudblood, you are defected in this story.'
'Well it's not MY fault that this story SUCKS.'
'That's the first time I'm ever agreeing with you.'
'That's nice.'
'Snape never said how long this would last...'
'Weren't you listening?'
'No.'
'He said that one cup would last for 1 hour.'
'Good, that'll end soon. I don't exactly need someone in my head right now. Alexander is enough.'
'Who the hell is Alexander?'
'Never mind.'
'Whatever, I'll just go leafing through your brain then.'
'Whatever.'
'Okay.'
And then there was silence. Hermione seemed to be leaving him alone now, and he was grateful for that. Draco walked silently along the corridors. He reached his next class, which was Charms. It was empty except for the tiny Professor Flitwick sitting at his desk.
"Good morning, Mr Malfoy!" he squeaked, "Or rather, good noon." He chuckled.
"What?... Anyways, am I early or something?"
"Why yes, considering it's lunch right now!" said Professor Flitwick, smiling up at him.
Crap.
"Oh," said Draco, slightly embarrassed, "Er, bye." With that he marched towards the Great Hall.
Just as he was about to sit down, a pair of rough looking 'man-hands' reached over him and covered his eyes. "Guess who!" came a shrilly, giggly voice.
"Oh, fluck off, Parkinson. Leave me the fluck alone," snapped Draco menacingly.
"Eh?" questioned Pansy, "What's fluck? Is that some new word that I haven't learned yet (along with the majority of the other ones)?"
"No I just don't want to waste my swearwords on you."
"Oh," Pansy said glumly, and she stuck out her lower lip and made what she thought to be 'cute' pouting noises. "But Drakie..." She leaned over, attempting to kiss him, but Draco took one of his books and smacked her in the face with it. Not enough to hurt. Much.
"Drakie!" Pansy shrieked, "you- you - you're-"
Draco never found out what he was, for he ran away from the shrieking freak as fast as he could, slipping in some pumpkin juice that Crabbe had deliberately spilled on the floor ("Look! It flows!"). He then had to try and duck from the cheese pellets that Peeves was throwing at the students. Grumbling and walking off with cheese stuck to his shoulder, he walked off to the Slytherin rooms, skipping lunch.
On his way, he saw Hermione trudging around the Slytherin portrait hole.
"What are you doing, dimwit?" Draco asked coolly.
"None of your business, what I do," replied Hermione just as coldly.
"It is when it's around here, Mudblood."
"Just ziplock it."
'The heck?' thought Draco, 'Ziplock it? Must be that horrid Muggle talk. Or maybe she just made it up or something...'
She gave him a glare and stomped off in the opposite direction. He stared after her. For some odd, unknown reason, he was suddenly reminded of that Baracuda song from Charlie's Angels... He banged his head on the cool stone to clear his thoughts. Then, he entered the Slytherin common room, wondering what Hermione was doing around the door.
*****
Well. What a sucky chapter. Oh well oh well. Please give feedback!
3 run and hide