What the GBA Did.
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= Hermione's pov
! - Draco's pov
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I am not in a good mood. Do you want to know why? It's because my wake-up was as follows.
I was laying on the couch, sleeping and minding my own business because Jake had decided it would be cool to spend the night at Zoe's. Zoe walked into the room carrying a tray of cookies and coffee, intent on waking me up because it was 10:30 A.M. She flicked on the lamp next to me. Balancing the tray in one hand, she shook me with the other and called, "Draco! Time to get up!"
My eyes shoot open in a start and I am temporarily blinded by the stupid lamp. "Ahh!!!!!" I jump up and this causes me to hit Zoe which hits the tray out of her hands. Can you guess what that results in? That results in the coffee flying through the air and pouring all of its steaming contents on my head. Oh, and lets just say that it was NOT funny when Jake came in, laughed and yelled, "Ooooo, BURN!"
Luckily for me however, It had happened before and a simple spell cleaned me up. Well, the point of this whole explanation is to explain that I am mad at the world, and therefore I will be spending the day at Hermione's bedside.
I marched up the stairs and slowly opened the door to her room.
She sat up in bed, listening to a walkman and holding a book in her
lap.
"What are you reading?" I asked, not seeing what was wrong with the
picture. She sighed, and quietly replied, "Hey D. I happen to be trying to figure out how to read brail. I have never had trouble learning. Until now, that is." With that she set the book aside and took off her headphones. Folding her hands in her lap she stared ahead. I wondered if she could feel me staring at her profile.
She suddenly said, "So, I heard a commotion downstairs earlier. Is there something you're not telling me?" Her lips were curved into a smile that plainly said HAHA! Now you know how I feel!
Holding in laughter I said, "Does your Aunt's wake-ups always include steaming hot liquids?"
Hermione's smile broke into a full grin when she said, "No, sometimes she uses Sweet 'N' Low or freezing liquids."
I laughed. That's all I could really do. "No, sometimes she uses Sweet 'n' Low or freezing liquids." I said wittily, doing my best not to squirm. This would be so much better if I could see. Suddenly I relaxed when I heard his laughter. This "D" guy was cool! He was actually laughing at my stupid joke! Haha! Who is cool? I am cool! Go me! Go me! Hey, what can I say? It's not everyday that someone actually finds me funny.
"I trust you know from experience?" broke into my thoughts.
Glancing the direction of his voice I said, "Perhaps. I mean, have you ever woken up with an open pixie stick up your nose?" "Uh, no. Have you?" "Uhh, that's not the point!" I replied back, "The point is if you want to avoid this situation, don't. Ever. Sleep. In Zoe's. Presence. Seriously." And guess how I was replied? With silence. Lots, of silence, and in this silence, I became ... restless. As in, bouncing up and down on the bed restless. And frantically saying, "What did I say?!" restless. And then, D fell on top of me and well, he couldn't talk because he was silently laughing, very hard. I pushed him off muttering, "It wasn't that funny," and heard a thud on the floor and an "oomph!" This was followed by more laughter. This day just keeps getting better and better doesn't it?
!
What the heck is wrong with me?! I can't stop laughing! Although I don't really care about laughing so much, I think it's scaring Hermione to hear me fall on the floor and then keep at it. I mean, she is currently repeating, "Oh my gosh! Are you okay?! Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!" while hanging from her bed.
I wheeze, "Yes, just, haha, hahah, just, hahahahahahah." I am such an idiot.
Eventually Hermione remembers she's a witch and stops my laughter. "Humph. Took you long enough." I mutter, climbing back onto the bed. (I need to see how she reacts to this.)
And it was a satisfying reaction. "WHAT?! IT TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH?!" Having said this, she randomly lunged at my voice. Because of this irrational act, we are both on the floor again.
"Whoa! This house is G-rated you guys!" I look up and see a grinning Jake looking down on us.
AN = ERGH! ITS SO SHORT! I am frustrated with myself. O well. Review! Maybe? Please? Lol . Luv yall.
Dying Flames
Disclaimer – yadda yadda yadda
= Hermione's pov
! - Draco's pov
!
I am not in a good mood. Do you want to know why? It's because my wake-up was as follows.
I was laying on the couch, sleeping and minding my own business because Jake had decided it would be cool to spend the night at Zoe's. Zoe walked into the room carrying a tray of cookies and coffee, intent on waking me up because it was 10:30 A.M. She flicked on the lamp next to me. Balancing the tray in one hand, she shook me with the other and called, "Draco! Time to get up!"
My eyes shoot open in a start and I am temporarily blinded by the stupid lamp. "Ahh!!!!!" I jump up and this causes me to hit Zoe which hits the tray out of her hands. Can you guess what that results in? That results in the coffee flying through the air and pouring all of its steaming contents on my head. Oh, and lets just say that it was NOT funny when Jake came in, laughed and yelled, "Ooooo, BURN!"
Luckily for me however, It had happened before and a simple spell cleaned me up. Well, the point of this whole explanation is to explain that I am mad at the world, and therefore I will be spending the day at Hermione's bedside.
I marched up the stairs and slowly opened the door to her room.
She sat up in bed, listening to a walkman and holding a book in her
lap.
"What are you reading?" I asked, not seeing what was wrong with the
picture. She sighed, and quietly replied, "Hey D. I happen to be trying to figure out how to read brail. I have never had trouble learning. Until now, that is." With that she set the book aside and took off her headphones. Folding her hands in her lap she stared ahead. I wondered if she could feel me staring at her profile.
She suddenly said, "So, I heard a commotion downstairs earlier. Is there something you're not telling me?" Her lips were curved into a smile that plainly said HAHA! Now you know how I feel!
Holding in laughter I said, "Does your Aunt's wake-ups always include steaming hot liquids?"
Hermione's smile broke into a full grin when she said, "No, sometimes she uses Sweet 'N' Low or freezing liquids."
I laughed. That's all I could really do. "No, sometimes she uses Sweet 'n' Low or freezing liquids." I said wittily, doing my best not to squirm. This would be so much better if I could see. Suddenly I relaxed when I heard his laughter. This "D" guy was cool! He was actually laughing at my stupid joke! Haha! Who is cool? I am cool! Go me! Go me! Hey, what can I say? It's not everyday that someone actually finds me funny.
"I trust you know from experience?" broke into my thoughts.
Glancing the direction of his voice I said, "Perhaps. I mean, have you ever woken up with an open pixie stick up your nose?" "Uh, no. Have you?" "Uhh, that's not the point!" I replied back, "The point is if you want to avoid this situation, don't. Ever. Sleep. In Zoe's. Presence. Seriously." And guess how I was replied? With silence. Lots, of silence, and in this silence, I became ... restless. As in, bouncing up and down on the bed restless. And frantically saying, "What did I say?!" restless. And then, D fell on top of me and well, he couldn't talk because he was silently laughing, very hard. I pushed him off muttering, "It wasn't that funny," and heard a thud on the floor and an "oomph!" This was followed by more laughter. This day just keeps getting better and better doesn't it?
!
What the heck is wrong with me?! I can't stop laughing! Although I don't really care about laughing so much, I think it's scaring Hermione to hear me fall on the floor and then keep at it. I mean, she is currently repeating, "Oh my gosh! Are you okay?! Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!" while hanging from her bed.
I wheeze, "Yes, just, haha, hahah, just, hahahahahahah." I am such an idiot.
Eventually Hermione remembers she's a witch and stops my laughter. "Humph. Took you long enough." I mutter, climbing back onto the bed. (I need to see how she reacts to this.)
And it was a satisfying reaction. "WHAT?! IT TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH?!" Having said this, she randomly lunged at my voice. Because of this irrational act, we are both on the floor again.
"Whoa! This house is G-rated you guys!" I look up and see a grinning Jake looking down on us.
AN = ERGH! ITS SO SHORT! I am frustrated with myself. O well. Review! Maybe? Please? Lol . Luv yall.
Dying Flames