What the GBA Did
Hermione POV
I snuggled into the leather seat of the airplane, content to sit and look out the window. Within five minutes, I was, well, squirmy. I happen to be one of those people who's minds are always moving, and need either something to do, or new information to process. And they wonder why I concentrate so hard during school. . . Anyway, I was restless. I reached for the carry on bag at my feet and groped for something, anything to keep my mind or hands busy. My fingers closed on a thin smooth book. Pulling it out, I found one of the three presents I was given for my sixteenth birthday. It was a black leather journal outlined in silver with a blood red rose on the front. Attached to the silver lock was a black ink pen. Slowly I unlocked the book and began writing.
June 7, 2002 Umm. I'm not quite sure how to do this. I've never really wrote in a diary before, so, yea. This diary was one third of a gift for my 16th birthday, which was yesterday. Hehe. My parents spoiled me this year. I got a vacation to go live in America with my 20 year old aunt (which is why I'm on this plane), a makeover (which is responsible for my awesome hair), and this journal. I guess I will start this journal with my story. Well, here goes I guess.
My name is Hermione Granger. I have straightened, chestnut brown hair with red streaks. My life pretty much started when I turned five years old. Do you know what happens when you are five? You start Kindergarten! After that, school was my entire life until I turned 11. I had no friends. No one liked me, except for my black cat named Superstition. (I now also have a ginger cat named Crookshanks.) Anyway, I got straight A's, was teacher's pet, and all educators loved me. Yup, that was me. Then, when I was eleven, I received a letter written in green ink saying I was a Witch! My whole world was turned upside-down. I was suddenly thrust into a world of magic where anything can happen. As usual, I got top marks in, well, everything. Except, unlike before, I managed to make a few friends. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Yet, along with these friends I gained an arch enemy, Draco Malfoy. Yes, he was quite a maggot back then, with his stupid spiked blond hair, and his stupid icy blue eyes, and his stupid six-pack (don't ask how I found out. . . ) and his stupid hot smile that he has come to love to wear on his stupid, stupid, stupid face. (oops, I just tore the paper.) Hey now! Stop staring at me like that! Ok, so I do have a little crush on him. Just a Little one. Stop staring I said! O and by the way, I did NOT have a crush on him in first year, I got it in fifth. So there. Ha. Well, that's all the important stuff. (O and I don't count saving the world from Voldemort as important. Hehe.) PS - STOP STARING!
I closed the book in horror. Did I just write that? Oh my God. I did. Uh oh. I just spilled my guts. To a book! It's written word! If anyone gets their hands on this its liable blackmail. Dermit. Stupid journal, stupid boredom, stupid permanent ink, stupid mom who would ask where my journal is if I burned it, stupid . . . No! I am not doing that again! I slumped in my seat in annoyance with myself. A wave of fatigue suddenly washed over me. A whole bunch of giggling aunts can do that to you. Why couldn't my parents have brothers instead of sisters? The last thought I had before I fell asleep was, 'Must. Not. Fall. asleep. . .' {AN - hehe, how original}
Draco's POV I strode onto the plane and shoved my carry on bag into the empty compartment above my seat, taking out a couple of necessities on the way and shoving them into the pockets on my baggy black jeans. I plopped down in the tan leather seat next to some sleeping girl who had chestnut brown hair with red streaks. Not caring enough to check her out further, I opened Return of the King, and settled down for some hard-core reading.
20 minutes later, I felt the pull of the airplane starting to move. Two pages after that, I felt adrenaline rush through my body as the plane rose into the air. I slipped a piece of gum into my mouth and chewed and read for about ten minutes, when the flight attendant did the stupid, 'This is how you put on the life jacket' thing, and the pilot finally announced electronics could be used on the plane. I pulled out my GBA out of one of my various pockets and began to play Super Mario, or one of the Mario games. Again, I don't care enough to know which one it is. I lost track of time as the game took over my mind.
Hermione's POV
The first thing I heard when I awoke in an uncomfortable position was, Do do doo do do do do dodo dodo dodo do do do do ting ting tingting tingtingting ting blllooomp blloomp ttingtingtingtingitnginttiiiiiinnnngg bllooomp bloompp (AN think Mario theme music, getting coins, and going down pipes) I immediately stiffened as I recognized the theme music from the one and only Super Mario Land 3. Again, don't you dare ask how I know this. I just do. I groaned and grabbed the culprit's GBA, not noticing who it was. He reacted by yelling, "Hey gimme that!" and a struggle followed. During this epic battle between two strangers, I heard the sound signaling the death of Mario. Apparently so did he. We both stiffened and settled back into our seats. I offered him the GBA without looking at him. After turning it down, that is. He growled and grabbed it out of my hands. I turned towards him and sent a small smirk his way. The smirk fell off my face as I recognized the one and only Draco Malfoy. Oh God. Not to mention he was sending me a glare that would make a hippopotamus go on a diet.
"You killed me!" he hissed, shaking the GBA in my face. "I was on level three, world two! Do you know how hard it is to get to level three, world two?!!!!"
I rolled my eyes and grabbed the game out of his hands. Dodging his arms trying to grab it back, I turned it on and played. After a total of fifteen minutes, I was on level three, world two. I handed it back to him and watched with amusement as his face turned red. I think he noticed I not only got there faster than him, I had 5 more lives and 200 more coins than he did. No seriously. It was funny. Maybe I should give him a hug and promise to teach him to be as good as me too, I thought evilly. Heeheehee.
He turned to my face, which was glowing with pride, (and evilness), and said, "I don't take hugs from strangers."
I clamped my hand over my mouth in horror. Oh. My. God. First of all, I said that out loud. Second, I know him, and he doesn't know who I am. This could prove to be an advantage. . . ::cackles evilly in mind:: Hehe, time for some flirting, I mean, how else would I use this opportunity?
"Not even, gorgeous strangers?" I said in a giggly voice snuggling up to him. Hmm . . . I knew spending all that time with Lavender and Parvati would pay off. Hehe. Look at his face. Haha. Its all red. ::cackles again in mind::
Draco's POV
"Not even, gorgeous strangers?" She asked as she scooted closer to me in her chair. What the F*ck?! She's hitting on me! A complete stranger is hitting on me! Wait a second, I know that voice. Oh my GOD! HERMIONE GRANGER IS HITTING ON ME!
"What the F*CK! HERMIONE QUIT!" I screamed practically falling out of my chair in an attempt to get away from the girl who Lavender Brown must have somehow brain-washed. I felt my face redden as I saw all passengers turn towards us and heard Hermione begin to laugh so hard it was a miracle she didn't die from lack of air.
Hermione's laughing came to a sudden stop and began to pout. "You weren't supposed to know it was meeeeeee. Besides, don't you want a hug from me Drakie poo?" she said in a voice scarily similar to Pansy's.
I stared at her in horror. As if drawn by a puppet, the sappiness flew out of her eyes to be replaced by humor and said simply, "Ok. I'm done now."
I relaxed, breathing heavily. "That was not funny."
"Yes it was."
"Was not."
"Was toooo."
"'s not."
"'s too."
"snot."
"stew."
"snot"
"stew"
"snot"
"stew"
"s no. . . was all I got out as my claim was interrupted yet again by the laughter of Hermione Granger.
"What is it now?!" I said with irritation.
In between giggles Hermione replied, "Don't you get it? Hehe, listen to what we're saying. 'snot' and 'stew' right? Put them together. . ." she cut herself off by her own laughter.
I sat for a second puzzled. I waved my fingers back and forth trying to get it. Snot, and stew, snot, and stew, snot, stew. . . My eyes widened as I finally got the joke. I pushed Hermione over to the window. Man. First she takes the window seat, then she takes my GBA, then she accuses me of being part of saying 'Snot stew.' Eww. The annoying part was she was right.
Hermione's POV You will never believe how funny this is. Draco is still trying to figure out what the funny thing about our saying 'snot stew' was. I saw his eyes widen and knew he figured it out. All I could do was giggle as he pushed me towards the window. I snuggled back into my seat and realized somehow I had the GBA. "Oops, I died." was all I said as I handed him the gameboy advance back. All he did in reply was groan.
"You don't talk very much." I said after five minutes of awkward silence.
"GBA stealer." was all he said back. My humor quickly changed to annoyance with him. Doesn't he see the humor in all of this? Ok, so I took his GBA, and hurt his pride a bit, but it was still really funny, right?
"Not really." He said without looking up.
I slowly turned to him. I really need to work on that. I can't believe I've spoken my thoughts twice in one hour. Urgh. It's all his fault. No, its all his GBA's fault. No, its all Super Mario Land 3's fault. No, It's all the sound o . . .
My thoughts were cut off by Malfoy saying, "What did you do to yourself?"
I looked up in surprise to see his face looking me over. I couldn't read the expression. I mean, all I really did was get my hair straightened, get a few streaks put in, and get my cartilage pierced. Not to mention I gave up on the whole makeup idea and I honestly think I look better without, than with, and so maybe I have a whole new idea of what people should wear for clothes. I didn't change that much. . .
"Is it really that bad?" I asked with a pained expression.
"Hermione, you look fine."
"You hate it don't you. I knew I overdid it."
"Hermione."
"I knew it, it was just the lady was so excited and. . . "
"Hermione you look fi. . ."
"And then you come and tell me its ugly?! I think you seriously should go. . . "
"Shutup you mud blood!" he yelled bringing tears to my eyes. What did I do?
"Look here Granger," he whispered fiercely, "you look just fine, in fact, you look great, so stop talking, read this, sit there, and just look pretty okay?!"
My eyes widened as I took the book. Omg. He just told me to sit and look pretty. What an arse! Well. I officially have no crush. I turned away and began to read.
A couple hours later the plane began to descend and the pilot told us to turn electronics off and to put on our seatbelts, Not to mention we'd be in Florida in about half an hour. We landed in a rush and Draco gave me my bag which had slid to his side during some turbulence. We filed out and I was intercepted from the plane by my happy aunt.
That night at Aunt Zoe's house in a green themed room I was looking through my bags and I found a note in Draco's handwriting. It said,
Hey Hermione Its me, Draco. About calling you Mudblood back there. You just wouldn't shutup! Anyway . . . I cant believe I'm writing this - sorry. Yea, sorry.
Draco
AN - Hey ppls! Wussup?! Hate It? Love it? Im thinking of makin this a oneshot. tell me what you think! - DyingFlames
Hermione POV
I snuggled into the leather seat of the airplane, content to sit and look out the window. Within five minutes, I was, well, squirmy. I happen to be one of those people who's minds are always moving, and need either something to do, or new information to process. And they wonder why I concentrate so hard during school. . . Anyway, I was restless. I reached for the carry on bag at my feet and groped for something, anything to keep my mind or hands busy. My fingers closed on a thin smooth book. Pulling it out, I found one of the three presents I was given for my sixteenth birthday. It was a black leather journal outlined in silver with a blood red rose on the front. Attached to the silver lock was a black ink pen. Slowly I unlocked the book and began writing.
June 7, 2002 Umm. I'm not quite sure how to do this. I've never really wrote in a diary before, so, yea. This diary was one third of a gift for my 16th birthday, which was yesterday. Hehe. My parents spoiled me this year. I got a vacation to go live in America with my 20 year old aunt (which is why I'm on this plane), a makeover (which is responsible for my awesome hair), and this journal. I guess I will start this journal with my story. Well, here goes I guess.
My name is Hermione Granger. I have straightened, chestnut brown hair with red streaks. My life pretty much started when I turned five years old. Do you know what happens when you are five? You start Kindergarten! After that, school was my entire life until I turned 11. I had no friends. No one liked me, except for my black cat named Superstition. (I now also have a ginger cat named Crookshanks.) Anyway, I got straight A's, was teacher's pet, and all educators loved me. Yup, that was me. Then, when I was eleven, I received a letter written in green ink saying I was a Witch! My whole world was turned upside-down. I was suddenly thrust into a world of magic where anything can happen. As usual, I got top marks in, well, everything. Except, unlike before, I managed to make a few friends. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Yet, along with these friends I gained an arch enemy, Draco Malfoy. Yes, he was quite a maggot back then, with his stupid spiked blond hair, and his stupid icy blue eyes, and his stupid six-pack (don't ask how I found out. . . ) and his stupid hot smile that he has come to love to wear on his stupid, stupid, stupid face. (oops, I just tore the paper.) Hey now! Stop staring at me like that! Ok, so I do have a little crush on him. Just a Little one. Stop staring I said! O and by the way, I did NOT have a crush on him in first year, I got it in fifth. So there. Ha. Well, that's all the important stuff. (O and I don't count saving the world from Voldemort as important. Hehe.) PS - STOP STARING!
I closed the book in horror. Did I just write that? Oh my God. I did. Uh oh. I just spilled my guts. To a book! It's written word! If anyone gets their hands on this its liable blackmail. Dermit. Stupid journal, stupid boredom, stupid permanent ink, stupid mom who would ask where my journal is if I burned it, stupid . . . No! I am not doing that again! I slumped in my seat in annoyance with myself. A wave of fatigue suddenly washed over me. A whole bunch of giggling aunts can do that to you. Why couldn't my parents have brothers instead of sisters? The last thought I had before I fell asleep was, 'Must. Not. Fall. asleep. . .' {AN - hehe, how original}
Draco's POV I strode onto the plane and shoved my carry on bag into the empty compartment above my seat, taking out a couple of necessities on the way and shoving them into the pockets on my baggy black jeans. I plopped down in the tan leather seat next to some sleeping girl who had chestnut brown hair with red streaks. Not caring enough to check her out further, I opened Return of the King, and settled down for some hard-core reading.
20 minutes later, I felt the pull of the airplane starting to move. Two pages after that, I felt adrenaline rush through my body as the plane rose into the air. I slipped a piece of gum into my mouth and chewed and read for about ten minutes, when the flight attendant did the stupid, 'This is how you put on the life jacket' thing, and the pilot finally announced electronics could be used on the plane. I pulled out my GBA out of one of my various pockets and began to play Super Mario, or one of the Mario games. Again, I don't care enough to know which one it is. I lost track of time as the game took over my mind.
Hermione's POV
The first thing I heard when I awoke in an uncomfortable position was, Do do doo do do do do dodo dodo dodo do do do do ting ting tingting tingtingting ting blllooomp blloomp ttingtingtingtingitnginttiiiiiinnnngg bllooomp bloompp (AN think Mario theme music, getting coins, and going down pipes) I immediately stiffened as I recognized the theme music from the one and only Super Mario Land 3. Again, don't you dare ask how I know this. I just do. I groaned and grabbed the culprit's GBA, not noticing who it was. He reacted by yelling, "Hey gimme that!" and a struggle followed. During this epic battle between two strangers, I heard the sound signaling the death of Mario. Apparently so did he. We both stiffened and settled back into our seats. I offered him the GBA without looking at him. After turning it down, that is. He growled and grabbed it out of my hands. I turned towards him and sent a small smirk his way. The smirk fell off my face as I recognized the one and only Draco Malfoy. Oh God. Not to mention he was sending me a glare that would make a hippopotamus go on a diet.
"You killed me!" he hissed, shaking the GBA in my face. "I was on level three, world two! Do you know how hard it is to get to level three, world two?!!!!"
I rolled my eyes and grabbed the game out of his hands. Dodging his arms trying to grab it back, I turned it on and played. After a total of fifteen minutes, I was on level three, world two. I handed it back to him and watched with amusement as his face turned red. I think he noticed I not only got there faster than him, I had 5 more lives and 200 more coins than he did. No seriously. It was funny. Maybe I should give him a hug and promise to teach him to be as good as me too, I thought evilly. Heeheehee.
He turned to my face, which was glowing with pride, (and evilness), and said, "I don't take hugs from strangers."
I clamped my hand over my mouth in horror. Oh. My. God. First of all, I said that out loud. Second, I know him, and he doesn't know who I am. This could prove to be an advantage. . . ::cackles evilly in mind:: Hehe, time for some flirting, I mean, how else would I use this opportunity?
"Not even, gorgeous strangers?" I said in a giggly voice snuggling up to him. Hmm . . . I knew spending all that time with Lavender and Parvati would pay off. Hehe. Look at his face. Haha. Its all red. ::cackles again in mind::
Draco's POV
"Not even, gorgeous strangers?" She asked as she scooted closer to me in her chair. What the F*ck?! She's hitting on me! A complete stranger is hitting on me! Wait a second, I know that voice. Oh my GOD! HERMIONE GRANGER IS HITTING ON ME!
"What the F*CK! HERMIONE QUIT!" I screamed practically falling out of my chair in an attempt to get away from the girl who Lavender Brown must have somehow brain-washed. I felt my face redden as I saw all passengers turn towards us and heard Hermione begin to laugh so hard it was a miracle she didn't die from lack of air.
Hermione's laughing came to a sudden stop and began to pout. "You weren't supposed to know it was meeeeeee. Besides, don't you want a hug from me Drakie poo?" she said in a voice scarily similar to Pansy's.
I stared at her in horror. As if drawn by a puppet, the sappiness flew out of her eyes to be replaced by humor and said simply, "Ok. I'm done now."
I relaxed, breathing heavily. "That was not funny."
"Yes it was."
"Was not."
"Was toooo."
"'s not."
"'s too."
"snot."
"stew."
"snot"
"stew"
"snot"
"stew"
"s no. . . was all I got out as my claim was interrupted yet again by the laughter of Hermione Granger.
"What is it now?!" I said with irritation.
In between giggles Hermione replied, "Don't you get it? Hehe, listen to what we're saying. 'snot' and 'stew' right? Put them together. . ." she cut herself off by her own laughter.
I sat for a second puzzled. I waved my fingers back and forth trying to get it. Snot, and stew, snot, and stew, snot, stew. . . My eyes widened as I finally got the joke. I pushed Hermione over to the window. Man. First she takes the window seat, then she takes my GBA, then she accuses me of being part of saying 'Snot stew.' Eww. The annoying part was she was right.
Hermione's POV You will never believe how funny this is. Draco is still trying to figure out what the funny thing about our saying 'snot stew' was. I saw his eyes widen and knew he figured it out. All I could do was giggle as he pushed me towards the window. I snuggled back into my seat and realized somehow I had the GBA. "Oops, I died." was all I said as I handed him the gameboy advance back. All he did in reply was groan.
"You don't talk very much." I said after five minutes of awkward silence.
"GBA stealer." was all he said back. My humor quickly changed to annoyance with him. Doesn't he see the humor in all of this? Ok, so I took his GBA, and hurt his pride a bit, but it was still really funny, right?
"Not really." He said without looking up.
I slowly turned to him. I really need to work on that. I can't believe I've spoken my thoughts twice in one hour. Urgh. It's all his fault. No, its all his GBA's fault. No, its all Super Mario Land 3's fault. No, It's all the sound o . . .
My thoughts were cut off by Malfoy saying, "What did you do to yourself?"
I looked up in surprise to see his face looking me over. I couldn't read the expression. I mean, all I really did was get my hair straightened, get a few streaks put in, and get my cartilage pierced. Not to mention I gave up on the whole makeup idea and I honestly think I look better without, than with, and so maybe I have a whole new idea of what people should wear for clothes. I didn't change that much. . .
"Is it really that bad?" I asked with a pained expression.
"Hermione, you look fine."
"You hate it don't you. I knew I overdid it."
"Hermione."
"I knew it, it was just the lady was so excited and. . . "
"Hermione you look fi. . ."
"And then you come and tell me its ugly?! I think you seriously should go. . . "
"Shutup you mud blood!" he yelled bringing tears to my eyes. What did I do?
"Look here Granger," he whispered fiercely, "you look just fine, in fact, you look great, so stop talking, read this, sit there, and just look pretty okay?!"
My eyes widened as I took the book. Omg. He just told me to sit and look pretty. What an arse! Well. I officially have no crush. I turned away and began to read.
A couple hours later the plane began to descend and the pilot told us to turn electronics off and to put on our seatbelts, Not to mention we'd be in Florida in about half an hour. We landed in a rush and Draco gave me my bag which had slid to his side during some turbulence. We filed out and I was intercepted from the plane by my happy aunt.
That night at Aunt Zoe's house in a green themed room I was looking through my bags and I found a note in Draco's handwriting. It said,
Hey Hermione Its me, Draco. About calling you Mudblood back there. You just wouldn't shutup! Anyway . . . I cant believe I'm writing this - sorry. Yea, sorry.
Draco
AN - Hey ppls! Wussup?! Hate It? Love it? Im thinking of makin this a oneshot. tell me what you think! - DyingFlames