Aloha—this is the first chapter, short, but I feel this was a good place to start/stop. I'll try to update quicker now that its summer and I basically have all the time to write (smiles)
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Well then, now that we've covered the basics, and skipping a few weeks ahead, I am now stuffing my bag full of heavy books on Potions and Transfiguration while trying to ignore the incessant chatter of my two prats of friends, Ron and Harry, who are currently rattling off about their girlfriends.
"So anyway mate, you wouldn't believe what she said the other night in the common room—"
"Guys, if we're going to make it to breakfast with more than five minutes to grab some food, then we're going to need to leave now," I interrupted their conversation easily.
Ron blankly stared at me, then at the clock on the wall. "Why didn't you tell us earlier? I could have told the story to Seamus down at breakfast anyway."
"Well excuse me for not fulfilling my duty as your faithful time reminder servant," I sarcastically replied.
Ron looked shifty and gave Harry a weird look.
It was then that Harry spoke up, "Me and Ron will be down in a bit—or at least in time for class, you go on ahead 'Mione," he looked me in the eyes when he said this, and it somehow gave me comfort that they weren't going to be talking about me or something bad.
I gave my nod of understanding and shoved the rest of my quills and ink bottles into my bag and lifted it onto my shoulder, almost wanting to groan at the weight.
Skipping breakfast probably wasn't one of my best ideas, but I wasn't really hungry at the moment, and I figured that holding out for another three or so hours wouldn't be that big of a deal anyway.
First class up was Potions, it almost seemed that Professor Snape put the Slytherin's and us together at the very beginning of the week in the very beginning of the morning just to get his worst class over with.
I had a strange suspicion though that he enjoyed the small banter and bickering amongst the students—and another large suspicion that the man was a certified sadist. You could just see the satisfied look in his eyes when he announces that we would have to pair up with partners from a different house as well as gender.
Lost in my reverie of Snape's weird sense of humor, I accidentally bumped into something hard and relatively warm.
"I'm sor—" got out of my mouth before I looked up to see the offending barrier was in fact a one Draco Malfoy.
He scowled and scrunched his face unattractively as he looked down at me, "Watch it," he growled.
Mmm, I thought silently as I turned to watch his nice tight ass walk away, oh I'll watch it all right Malfoy… I sighed.
Bloody hormones were a menace.