CRAZY LUNATIC EXPERIMENTS
Summary: Hermione's aunt has been called to Hogwarts as she needs lots of children to be her 'guinea pigs' and of course, only Dumbledore is nice enough to let someone experiment with his students . . .
HERMIONE'S POV, BUT NARRATED BY ME ~ THE AUTHOR!!!!
NO SPOLIERS.
CHAPTER ONE: Hogwarts Express.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, trust me, I'm not J.K. You really think that I'd still be in school and writing on fanfiction.net if I were???
LUCIUS IS DEAD IN MY FICCY. OKAY?
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Hermione stared glumly out of the Hogwarts Express as it rattled along noisily. Harry and Ron had gone to find the sweet lady with the trolley, as they had run out of sweets. She had decided to stay here as she had already had enough sweets and was already stuffed. Harry and Ron told her she was crazy and that you couldn't get full on sweets, but she didn't care what they thought.
Her breasts were of average size - actually, they were slightly on the small size - and she was pretty short. Her hair was still uncontrollably bushy but her teeth were perfectly fine (much to her relief). And her figure, well, let's just say she had more angles than curves.
"Oh Hermione dear!!!!! I've been looking everywhere for you and luckily, these LOVELY boys told me you were here!!!!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and looked towards the two boys that had entered with her aunt. Harry and Ron grinned cheekily at her through their pile of sweets, or in Ron's case, pile of chocolate frogs. She sighed and returned to her window while her aunt ranted on about how excited she was to be in the magical world for the first time.
Hermione's aunt's name was Emilia May Granger, and she was married to her dad's brother i.e. Her uncle. She had small green eyes and wore small rectangular glasses. Her hair was ginger/red and tied back tightly into a bun; strands of loose hair framed her square face. Her nose was small and petite and her lips thin, her teeth were always pearly white and straight in everyway - perfect you could say, although sometimes a little too perfect to be believable.
"Hermione dear, could you take me around the train and show me all the students in your year? Seeing as I'm working with them, it's only reasonable for them to know me personally first before they get to know me as a professional!!!"
Hermione groaned inside and looked pleadingly at Harry and Ron for help. Ron shrugged at her and stuffed more frogs into his already full mouth, while Harry sighed, stood up and smiled.
"Thank you so much -
"WAIT HARRY!!! LOOK AT THIS!!!! WE HAVEN'T GOT THIS CHOCOLATE FROG CARD YET!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!"
Harry immediately sat down and gawped at the chocolate frog card that Ron was now holding (it was very rare). Hermione knew immediately that Harry was not going to go with her. She sighed, got up slowly and exited the compartment, slowly followed by her Aunt.
Opening the compartment door that was to her right, Hermione peered inside. There were four people - all chatting away about make up, clothes, shoes and shopping in a muggle village. They all stopped the moment they saw that there were people standing by the compartment door. Hermione was met with four curious stares.
"Lavender, Parvati, Ginny, Padma, meet my Aunt Emi. Aunt Emi, meet Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil and even though she's in the year below us, Ginny - or Virginia - Weasley, Ron's sister, and you know Ron's the one with all that chocolate frogs back there."
Aunt Emi stepped forward and was greeted warmly by the four girls. They all shook her hand, and traded warm and friendly smiles.
"Well who was the other one in the glasses? He had a most peculiar scar on his forehead and I felt terribly rude asking him about it!!"
"Don't you know? He's THE Harry Potter!!! The one who conquered the Dark Lord himself!!!" Ginny squeaked excitedly (for no particular reason). The other three nodded in agreement and whispered to each other so that Hermione and her Aunt could not hear what on earth they were on about.
'Probably something like "Oh he's soooo cute!!!" or "He is soooo gonna beat you-know-who!!! Hands down!!!' Hermione thought. As you can see, she wasn't in a good mood.
"Ohhhhh!! So that's him!!!! I've heard a lot about him from Hermione!!!"
"Ooooo, what have you heard exactly?" Lavender asked, giggling as she sat back down. She was beginning to like this muggle of a Granger. She didn't seem like the hard working, obsessed with homework bookworm that Hermione was - well not as much anyway.
"Well, let's see -
"Yes, yes, we all know what I think of Harry!!"
"Yeah, and Ron!!! Brother and sister love isn't it? But that's so boring!!! Wouldn't you EVER go out with one of them???" Parvati looked pleadingly at Aunt Emi, who just smiled in return.
"I'm afraid that that is all there is, but I do wish she would get a serious boyfriend that she liked!!! I mean, that Vincent Krud? Was lovely, but she didn't like him the way he liked her. And he wasn't that good looking either, but our Hermione always goes for the personality instead of the looks, doesn't she now?"
"HELLO!!!! I AM STILL HERE YOU KNOW!!!! NOW CAN WE GO???"
Hermione didn't even wait for a reply. She grabbed her aunt's arm, and dragged her out. Whenever Aunt Emi could, she would gossip and chat - about ANYTHING. And most of the time, it was about her.
As we all know, Hermione's life was pretty much perfect. Lovely caring parents, not a rich but definitely not poor family, great friends, good grades, but the one thing that was a complete failure, was her love life. The only serious boyfriend she had ever had in all her 17-year-old life was Viktor Krum (or to her Aunt, Vincent Krud) and she didn't feel the same way about him that he did feel for her. Her Aunt would always rant on about how she wished Hermione could find someone decent i.e. good looking, well off and treated her nice.
They reached the next compartment door, and Hermione slowly opened it to reveal three boys, all talking about quidditch, football and a toad named Trevor. They all turned towards the door with their wands pointing in Hermione's face, their faces filled with anger.
"Oh sorry Hermione!!" Dean gasped and stuffed his wand back into his pocket. He had already changed into his Hogwarts robes.
"We didn't know it was you!!!" Seamus exclaimed as he stuffed his wand back into his trouser pocket - he hadn't changed yet.
"Yes," Neville said as he stroked Trevor his toad fondly - his eyes staring down at the toad instead of Hermione's face. "Malfoy's been trying to hide in everyone's compartment, so we had to get ready, just in case."
"Yeah!!!"
"Right . . . well anyway, this is my Aunt Emi, she's here on business terms, and Aunt Emi, this is Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas - Gryffindor boys."
"Lovely to meet some young gentlemen!!"
The three boys nodded and shook her hand. Hermione quickly shut the door soon after as to avoid what happened in Lavender's compartment. She HATED people gossiping about her behind her back - why did they have to be so nosey? She sighed and thought that she needed a break from all this, but there wasn't a place to go without her Aunt Emi following her, and that was exactly what she didn't want her to do. She thought quickly and praised her brain thoroughly for a brilliant idea suddenly popped into her head.
"Aunt Emi, you don't mind if I go to the bathroom do you?"
"Of course not darling, it's none of my business what you do in your own time!!! I'll wait outside for you!!"
Hermione nodded and they stopped in front of the bathroom. The train rattled onwards as Hermione was about to shut the door. But that wasn't what prevented her from actually shutting the door.
"GRANGER HOLD THAT DOOR!!!!!"
Draco ran as fast as he could and rushed into the cubicle, slamming the door behind him, with Hermione in there as well. He leaned breathlessly against the bathroom wall that looked orange in the spotlights. Hermione glared at him.
"Mal-
Draco put a finger to his lips, motioning for her to shut up. He locked the door, and pressed his ear against it, trying to listen to what was happening outside. Hermione copied him and heard footsteps running frantically past. She heard a high pitched and annoying tone of voice ask Aunt Emi a question.
"Excuse me Madam? But have you seen a good looking boy, with blonde hair, and silvery blue eyes, fairly average height, and he has his hair gelled back?"
"I'm not sure exactly. I haven't seen many people on this train, it's my first time."
"Right, whatever. My name's Pansy Parkinson by the way, 7th year Slytherin!!! Who are you?"
"Emilia G -
"Okay then!!! See ya!!!"
And again, Hermione heard footsteps but this time they were heading away from the bathroom. She heard a sigh of relief from behind her and swiftly turned to glare at the young Malfoy. He smirked at her glare and nodded (much to her confusion and annoyance).
"I'll leave you here to do your business."
Draco unlocked the door and headed out, but to his surprise, Hermione followed closely behind him. "No, I don't need it anymore Malfoy. Your interruption kind of put me off."
"Shut up you filthy little mudblood."
"Shut up you filthy little pureblood."
"Why should I?"
"Well why should I shut up if you're not going to?"
"Because I told you to."
"Well I told you to shut up as well."
"Yes but my words count for more you bushy little vermin."
"My words count just as much as yours do you stupid fat ferret."
"I AM NOT FAT."
"I AM NOT A VERMIN."
"Yes you are."
"Well then you're fat."
"Mudblood."
"Git."
"If I'm fat then you're fat."
"You just don't want to admit you're fat."
"That's cus' I'm not fat mudblood!!!"
"Are too!!!"
"I AM NOT FAT IN ANYWAY. Most girls find me irresistible."
"That's cause they're blind as a bat."
"ALL them girls are blind? I would have thought they would have bumped into a tree or something by now if they were blind. You're more blind than them."
"Whatever Malfoy. Like I said, you just won't admit you're fat!!!"
"That's cause I'm not!!!!"
"Have you looked in a mirror lately Malfoy?"
"Only this morning!!!!! What are you trying to say exactly???"
"Hermione darling, this young man is in no way fat!!!"
Aunt Emi giggled as the two 17year olds stared at her. They didn't know she was there - well, actually, Hermione just forgot. Aunt Emi had been standing there, writing down their conversation on her notepad (which she had tucked away in her pocket before interrupting their conversation), observing them, as they were very interesting (not to mention amusing) to watch.
"Now Hermione dear, care to introduce me to your little friend? I believe he is in your year? He's certainly tall enough!!!"
"First things first Aunt Emi, he is in NO WAY my friend and will never be, and he is in my year. His name's Draco Malfoy - an ignorant, conceited, spoilt, rat-faced, big egoed -
"Yet charming, sweet, intelligent and handsome young -
"Ferret."
Draco glared at Hermione as she smiled - satisfied with the description of Malfoy. Aunt Emi continued to giggle at the pair of them, they looked like the perfect pair really to her, but they seemed to hate each other . . . this would definitely help her in her human psychology studies.
"What an interesting combination of words, I'm Emilia Granger, lovely to meet you." Aunt Emi held out her hand as Draco stared at it in disgust. 'Uh!!! A muggle!!!!' Draco shook his head and walked towards the left, edging away from Aunt Emi.
"See how rude he is?? He won't even shake your hand just because you're a muggle!!! I mean, that's not surprising, I'm a muggle-born witch and he won't even treat me with respect!!! See how arrogant, ignorant, stupid -
"Oh do try not to rant on darling!!! That's one of the reasons why you can't get a boyfriend honey, you just simply can't shut up!!!" Aunt Emi turned to Draco who was now smirking delightedly at getting the news that Hermione couldn't get a boyfriend.
"Now Mr Malfoy, I bet you don't have many problems with getting girlfriends now do you?"
"Nope."
"Well maybe you could give Hermione here a few pointers in getting a boyfriend!!! What do boys like?"
"Curves and NOT angles."
Hermione scowled at him as he smirked at Aunt Emi, who by now, had got out her notepad from her pocket and started to write in it again with a pencil. Draco stared curiously at the pencil as Aunt Emi scribbled away. Catching him looking, she passed the pencil over to him. He frowned at it and twirled it in his fingers like a baton.
"That, my dear boy, is a pencil. Have you never seen one dear?"
Draco just continued to stare at it then at Aunt Emi's notepad. "Can I have a piece of parchment?"
"Well I don't have any parchment, but try paper." Aunt Emi ripped a piece of paper from her notepad and handed it to Draco. "Here, take this pen too." She handed him the pen and he stared quizzically at it - like a little kid who didn't know how to eat an ice cream or what an ice cream was. Hermione had to admit, he looked cute when he wasn't smirking, scowling, frowning, or wearing that expressionless mask he always wore. Of course, she'd never
"OHHHHHH DWAKIE POO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN??? I'VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU!!!!!"
Draco looked frantically around at the sound of Pansy's voice. His eyes were large as he quickly stuffed the pen, pencil and paper in his robe pocket.
"What's the matter Malfoy? I thought Pansy was the love of your life!!!"
"SHUT UP!!! I dumped her in the holidays but she's so clingy!!!"
"DWAKIE POO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Pansy rushed out from nowhere in particular and rushed to Draco, who would have ran halfway up the train by now, had Hermione not took hold of his robes, holding him back. Draco tried to get his robes out of her grip but it was too tight and too late. Pansy flung herself onto Draco, nearly knocking him to the ground - but not quite. He staggered back as Hermione chose that precise moment to let go of his school robes.
"Let go Parkinson!!!! I can't breathe!!!!"
Pansy reluctantly let go of Draco who gasped for breath against the nearest object leanable - the wall.
"I'm going to get you for this mudblood!!!!"
Draco glared at Hermione as he scrambled away towards the next compartment, a shrieking Pansy close on his tail. Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the poor lad as the sound of the Hogwarts Express came to a stop at their destination - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
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A/N: HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! This is my third long fanfic, and I've just finished my first one!!! WHOOPEE!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, I hope this was alright, but I'm trying to do homework and write at the same time, so if this is rubbish then you have to deal with it I'm afraid!!! And I did try my hardest!!! So, if you don't mind, I'd like to list some things:
1/ Nobody's perfect, not even YOU. So if this was crappy, and you HATED it, then don't review and just leave now. I think that if you're just here to insult my stories, then there's absolutely no point of me carrying on writing.
2/ Any suggestions of what can happen at this stage in the story (as in any suggestions for experiments on the children) are VERY welcome, as I actually haven't got many ideas.
3/ Let's try and aim for . . . 4 reviews before the next chappie, okay??? I'll forget about this stupid idea if no one likes it.
So that's it, and tata for now!!! And I've leave you with this,
Totally addicted to pigs!!!
~ILUVRONWEASLEY. ^@^
Summary: Hermione's aunt has been called to Hogwarts as she needs lots of children to be her 'guinea pigs' and of course, only Dumbledore is nice enough to let someone experiment with his students . . .
HERMIONE'S POV, BUT NARRATED BY ME ~ THE AUTHOR!!!!
NO SPOLIERS.
CHAPTER ONE: Hogwarts Express.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, trust me, I'm not J.K. You really think that I'd still be in school and writing on fanfiction.net if I were???
LUCIUS IS DEAD IN MY FICCY. OKAY?
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Hermione stared glumly out of the Hogwarts Express as it rattled along noisily. Harry and Ron had gone to find the sweet lady with the trolley, as they had run out of sweets. She had decided to stay here as she had already had enough sweets and was already stuffed. Harry and Ron told her she was crazy and that you couldn't get full on sweets, but she didn't care what they thought.
Her breasts were of average size - actually, they were slightly on the small size - and she was pretty short. Her hair was still uncontrollably bushy but her teeth were perfectly fine (much to her relief). And her figure, well, let's just say she had more angles than curves.
"Oh Hermione dear!!!!! I've been looking everywhere for you and luckily, these LOVELY boys told me you were here!!!!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and looked towards the two boys that had entered with her aunt. Harry and Ron grinned cheekily at her through their pile of sweets, or in Ron's case, pile of chocolate frogs. She sighed and returned to her window while her aunt ranted on about how excited she was to be in the magical world for the first time.
Hermione's aunt's name was Emilia May Granger, and she was married to her dad's brother i.e. Her uncle. She had small green eyes and wore small rectangular glasses. Her hair was ginger/red and tied back tightly into a bun; strands of loose hair framed her square face. Her nose was small and petite and her lips thin, her teeth were always pearly white and straight in everyway - perfect you could say, although sometimes a little too perfect to be believable.
"Hermione dear, could you take me around the train and show me all the students in your year? Seeing as I'm working with them, it's only reasonable for them to know me personally first before they get to know me as a professional!!!"
Hermione groaned inside and looked pleadingly at Harry and Ron for help. Ron shrugged at her and stuffed more frogs into his already full mouth, while Harry sighed, stood up and smiled.
"Thank you so much -
"WAIT HARRY!!! LOOK AT THIS!!!! WE HAVEN'T GOT THIS CHOCOLATE FROG CARD YET!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!"
Harry immediately sat down and gawped at the chocolate frog card that Ron was now holding (it was very rare). Hermione knew immediately that Harry was not going to go with her. She sighed, got up slowly and exited the compartment, slowly followed by her Aunt.
Opening the compartment door that was to her right, Hermione peered inside. There were four people - all chatting away about make up, clothes, shoes and shopping in a muggle village. They all stopped the moment they saw that there were people standing by the compartment door. Hermione was met with four curious stares.
"Lavender, Parvati, Ginny, Padma, meet my Aunt Emi. Aunt Emi, meet Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil and even though she's in the year below us, Ginny - or Virginia - Weasley, Ron's sister, and you know Ron's the one with all that chocolate frogs back there."
Aunt Emi stepped forward and was greeted warmly by the four girls. They all shook her hand, and traded warm and friendly smiles.
"Well who was the other one in the glasses? He had a most peculiar scar on his forehead and I felt terribly rude asking him about it!!"
"Don't you know? He's THE Harry Potter!!! The one who conquered the Dark Lord himself!!!" Ginny squeaked excitedly (for no particular reason). The other three nodded in agreement and whispered to each other so that Hermione and her Aunt could not hear what on earth they were on about.
'Probably something like "Oh he's soooo cute!!!" or "He is soooo gonna beat you-know-who!!! Hands down!!!' Hermione thought. As you can see, she wasn't in a good mood.
"Ohhhhh!! So that's him!!!! I've heard a lot about him from Hermione!!!"
"Ooooo, what have you heard exactly?" Lavender asked, giggling as she sat back down. She was beginning to like this muggle of a Granger. She didn't seem like the hard working, obsessed with homework bookworm that Hermione was - well not as much anyway.
"Well, let's see -
"Yes, yes, we all know what I think of Harry!!"
"Yeah, and Ron!!! Brother and sister love isn't it? But that's so boring!!! Wouldn't you EVER go out with one of them???" Parvati looked pleadingly at Aunt Emi, who just smiled in return.
"I'm afraid that that is all there is, but I do wish she would get a serious boyfriend that she liked!!! I mean, that Vincent Krud? Was lovely, but she didn't like him the way he liked her. And he wasn't that good looking either, but our Hermione always goes for the personality instead of the looks, doesn't she now?"
"HELLO!!!! I AM STILL HERE YOU KNOW!!!! NOW CAN WE GO???"
Hermione didn't even wait for a reply. She grabbed her aunt's arm, and dragged her out. Whenever Aunt Emi could, she would gossip and chat - about ANYTHING. And most of the time, it was about her.
As we all know, Hermione's life was pretty much perfect. Lovely caring parents, not a rich but definitely not poor family, great friends, good grades, but the one thing that was a complete failure, was her love life. The only serious boyfriend she had ever had in all her 17-year-old life was Viktor Krum (or to her Aunt, Vincent Krud) and she didn't feel the same way about him that he did feel for her. Her Aunt would always rant on about how she wished Hermione could find someone decent i.e. good looking, well off and treated her nice.
They reached the next compartment door, and Hermione slowly opened it to reveal three boys, all talking about quidditch, football and a toad named Trevor. They all turned towards the door with their wands pointing in Hermione's face, their faces filled with anger.
"Oh sorry Hermione!!" Dean gasped and stuffed his wand back into his pocket. He had already changed into his Hogwarts robes.
"We didn't know it was you!!!" Seamus exclaimed as he stuffed his wand back into his trouser pocket - he hadn't changed yet.
"Yes," Neville said as he stroked Trevor his toad fondly - his eyes staring down at the toad instead of Hermione's face. "Malfoy's been trying to hide in everyone's compartment, so we had to get ready, just in case."
"Yeah!!!"
"Right . . . well anyway, this is my Aunt Emi, she's here on business terms, and Aunt Emi, this is Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas - Gryffindor boys."
"Lovely to meet some young gentlemen!!"
The three boys nodded and shook her hand. Hermione quickly shut the door soon after as to avoid what happened in Lavender's compartment. She HATED people gossiping about her behind her back - why did they have to be so nosey? She sighed and thought that she needed a break from all this, but there wasn't a place to go without her Aunt Emi following her, and that was exactly what she didn't want her to do. She thought quickly and praised her brain thoroughly for a brilliant idea suddenly popped into her head.
"Aunt Emi, you don't mind if I go to the bathroom do you?"
"Of course not darling, it's none of my business what you do in your own time!!! I'll wait outside for you!!"
Hermione nodded and they stopped in front of the bathroom. The train rattled onwards as Hermione was about to shut the door. But that wasn't what prevented her from actually shutting the door.
"GRANGER HOLD THAT DOOR!!!!!"
Draco ran as fast as he could and rushed into the cubicle, slamming the door behind him, with Hermione in there as well. He leaned breathlessly against the bathroom wall that looked orange in the spotlights. Hermione glared at him.
"Mal-
Draco put a finger to his lips, motioning for her to shut up. He locked the door, and pressed his ear against it, trying to listen to what was happening outside. Hermione copied him and heard footsteps running frantically past. She heard a high pitched and annoying tone of voice ask Aunt Emi a question.
"Excuse me Madam? But have you seen a good looking boy, with blonde hair, and silvery blue eyes, fairly average height, and he has his hair gelled back?"
"I'm not sure exactly. I haven't seen many people on this train, it's my first time."
"Right, whatever. My name's Pansy Parkinson by the way, 7th year Slytherin!!! Who are you?"
"Emilia G -
"Okay then!!! See ya!!!"
And again, Hermione heard footsteps but this time they were heading away from the bathroom. She heard a sigh of relief from behind her and swiftly turned to glare at the young Malfoy. He smirked at her glare and nodded (much to her confusion and annoyance).
"I'll leave you here to do your business."
Draco unlocked the door and headed out, but to his surprise, Hermione followed closely behind him. "No, I don't need it anymore Malfoy. Your interruption kind of put me off."
"Shut up you filthy little mudblood."
"Shut up you filthy little pureblood."
"Why should I?"
"Well why should I shut up if you're not going to?"
"Because I told you to."
"Well I told you to shut up as well."
"Yes but my words count for more you bushy little vermin."
"My words count just as much as yours do you stupid fat ferret."
"I AM NOT FAT."
"I AM NOT A VERMIN."
"Yes you are."
"Well then you're fat."
"Mudblood."
"Git."
"If I'm fat then you're fat."
"You just don't want to admit you're fat."
"That's cus' I'm not fat mudblood!!!"
"Are too!!!"
"I AM NOT FAT IN ANYWAY. Most girls find me irresistible."
"That's cause they're blind as a bat."
"ALL them girls are blind? I would have thought they would have bumped into a tree or something by now if they were blind. You're more blind than them."
"Whatever Malfoy. Like I said, you just won't admit you're fat!!!"
"That's cause I'm not!!!!"
"Have you looked in a mirror lately Malfoy?"
"Only this morning!!!!! What are you trying to say exactly???"
"Hermione darling, this young man is in no way fat!!!"
Aunt Emi giggled as the two 17year olds stared at her. They didn't know she was there - well, actually, Hermione just forgot. Aunt Emi had been standing there, writing down their conversation on her notepad (which she had tucked away in her pocket before interrupting their conversation), observing them, as they were very interesting (not to mention amusing) to watch.
"Now Hermione dear, care to introduce me to your little friend? I believe he is in your year? He's certainly tall enough!!!"
"First things first Aunt Emi, he is in NO WAY my friend and will never be, and he is in my year. His name's Draco Malfoy - an ignorant, conceited, spoilt, rat-faced, big egoed -
"Yet charming, sweet, intelligent and handsome young -
"Ferret."
Draco glared at Hermione as she smiled - satisfied with the description of Malfoy. Aunt Emi continued to giggle at the pair of them, they looked like the perfect pair really to her, but they seemed to hate each other . . . this would definitely help her in her human psychology studies.
"What an interesting combination of words, I'm Emilia Granger, lovely to meet you." Aunt Emi held out her hand as Draco stared at it in disgust. 'Uh!!! A muggle!!!!' Draco shook his head and walked towards the left, edging away from Aunt Emi.
"See how rude he is?? He won't even shake your hand just because you're a muggle!!! I mean, that's not surprising, I'm a muggle-born witch and he won't even treat me with respect!!! See how arrogant, ignorant, stupid -
"Oh do try not to rant on darling!!! That's one of the reasons why you can't get a boyfriend honey, you just simply can't shut up!!!" Aunt Emi turned to Draco who was now smirking delightedly at getting the news that Hermione couldn't get a boyfriend.
"Now Mr Malfoy, I bet you don't have many problems with getting girlfriends now do you?"
"Nope."
"Well maybe you could give Hermione here a few pointers in getting a boyfriend!!! What do boys like?"
"Curves and NOT angles."
Hermione scowled at him as he smirked at Aunt Emi, who by now, had got out her notepad from her pocket and started to write in it again with a pencil. Draco stared curiously at the pencil as Aunt Emi scribbled away. Catching him looking, she passed the pencil over to him. He frowned at it and twirled it in his fingers like a baton.
"That, my dear boy, is a pencil. Have you never seen one dear?"
Draco just continued to stare at it then at Aunt Emi's notepad. "Can I have a piece of parchment?"
"Well I don't have any parchment, but try paper." Aunt Emi ripped a piece of paper from her notepad and handed it to Draco. "Here, take this pen too." She handed him the pen and he stared quizzically at it - like a little kid who didn't know how to eat an ice cream or what an ice cream was. Hermione had to admit, he looked cute when he wasn't smirking, scowling, frowning, or wearing that expressionless mask he always wore. Of course, she'd never
"OHHHHHH DWAKIE POO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN??? I'VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU!!!!!"
Draco looked frantically around at the sound of Pansy's voice. His eyes were large as he quickly stuffed the pen, pencil and paper in his robe pocket.
"What's the matter Malfoy? I thought Pansy was the love of your life!!!"
"SHUT UP!!! I dumped her in the holidays but she's so clingy!!!"
"DWAKIE POO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Pansy rushed out from nowhere in particular and rushed to Draco, who would have ran halfway up the train by now, had Hermione not took hold of his robes, holding him back. Draco tried to get his robes out of her grip but it was too tight and too late. Pansy flung herself onto Draco, nearly knocking him to the ground - but not quite. He staggered back as Hermione chose that precise moment to let go of his school robes.
"Let go Parkinson!!!! I can't breathe!!!!"
Pansy reluctantly let go of Draco who gasped for breath against the nearest object leanable - the wall.
"I'm going to get you for this mudblood!!!!"
Draco glared at Hermione as he scrambled away towards the next compartment, a shrieking Pansy close on his tail. Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the poor lad as the sound of the Hogwarts Express came to a stop at their destination - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
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A/N: HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! This is my third long fanfic, and I've just finished my first one!!! WHOOPEE!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, I hope this was alright, but I'm trying to do homework and write at the same time, so if this is rubbish then you have to deal with it I'm afraid!!! And I did try my hardest!!! So, if you don't mind, I'd like to list some things:
1/ Nobody's perfect, not even YOU. So if this was crappy, and you HATED it, then don't review and just leave now. I think that if you're just here to insult my stories, then there's absolutely no point of me carrying on writing.
2/ Any suggestions of what can happen at this stage in the story (as in any suggestions for experiments on the children) are VERY welcome, as I actually haven't got many ideas.
3/ Let's try and aim for . . . 4 reviews before the next chappie, okay??? I'll forget about this stupid idea if no one likes it.
So that's it, and tata for now!!! And I've leave you with this,
Totally addicted to pigs!!!
~ILUVRONWEASLEY. ^@^