A/n: I find my chapters really short, I could almost cry if it'd
help..................jk. Oh well, herrre goes:
Meish- tnx for reviewing, and yes it is a little unlikely, but, well, im new at this so if it turns out to be a complete disaster, il know what works and what doesn't.
Miz Greenleaf- u think so? Well, in any case il keep working on it, but this is my first fanfic, and so, it might not be the best. But il try to improve on it.tnx.
Rosemary the Rubix Cube- well, I hav an idea of what the plot is, but I decided not to give any ideas yet.....either that, or its cuz m a lousy writer..i guess il find out soon enough. YES it was reallllly short and hopefully my future chapters wont be. I know, I like the title, now I just have to write a story that'l fit with it..lol. il do my best. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2
Hermione was slowly falling asleep in the train, lulled by the slight rocking motion of the engine, Harry and Ron engaged themselves in a game of wizard's chess.
"Checkmate." said Ron
"That's the third time. Damn. I need a manual on how to play chess. I'm humiliating myself!"
Hermione awoke with a start as the train went over a huge bump. Her nose came in contact with her watch.
"Ohmygod! Will you look at the time? We have to go change!
"Relax Mione. We have 15 minutes left. That's plenty of time." Everyone turned to look at the speaker. Ginny. Nobody had noticed her come in.
"Hi Ginny!" Ginny glared at Ron.
"Well well well. If it isn't-" Draco Malfoy didn't get any further.
"Go Hermione!" yelled Ron enthusiastically.
Hermione had slapped him straight across the face. There was a red handprint spreading across his nose onto his left check.
"It's the same speech every year Malfoy." She spat. "You sound like a broken tape recorder. If you're gonna insult us, at least try to do it with a little bit of dignity."
Malfoy was too astonished to say anything. He turned around and marched out the door grumbling about mudbloods that thought too highly of themselves.
"So which one of you guys are gonna be Head Boy this year?" Hermione piped up, after a period of silence.
"Hermione, neither of us are gonna be Head Boy. Neither of us want to be head boy." Harry said in a puzzled voice.
"Well, then who could it be? Seamus? Dean? Neville?" Hermione was beginning to look worried.
"Mione, I hate to burst your bubble but it's not necessarily anyone from Gryffindor. It could even be a Slytherin." Ginny said.
A horrific facial expression dawned on Hermione. A Slytherin? No. It couldn't be...or could it? The only possible Slytherin who could actually think for himself was....was...Malfoy. She nervously twisted a purple bracelet that always hung around her arm.
"I'm gonna go change now! I think well be there soon." Hermione hurried off. She needed to think. What was she gonna do if it was Malfoy? Would she be able to survive? Wait a minute...who said she was the one who had to have a horrible time? It might just as well be Malfoy. An evil expression of realization spread slowly across her face.
Meanwhile, Malfoy was fuming in his compartment with Crabbe and Goyle. How dare that filthy mudblood hit him? She had slapped him like in third year.
"It will not happen again" he promised himself quietly.
"You still hurt Malfoy?" Goyle asked cluelessly
"Shut up you mindless idiot. I'm trying to think."
"Don't worry Malfoy, we'll get her for you" Crabbe said.
Malfoy spun around and looked at the mindless buffoons. Didn't they know? They couldn't get her. They couldn't get her, because he had already gotten her.
"You oafs take a wild guess at who's going to be Head Girl this year."
"Ehhh. Pansy?" Goyle slobbered
"Granger. The mudblood. Little does she know that I have an advantage. Over the summer she received a purple bracelet. My purple bracelet. As you idiots couldn't have guessed, it's enchanted. Whenever she thinks positive about me, she will become outrageously happy. When she thinks negatively about me, she will feel devastatingly depressed. This way, I will gain her trust, and break her heart, or break her altogether." Malfoy finished his speech, and looked expectantly at Crabbe and Goyle.
"So that's a good thing..?" Crabbe finally asked.
Malfoy's face twisted into an unnatural snarl. "I give up. Go away you buffoons."
They slumped slowly out the door, leaving him and his murderous thoughts in peace.
Meish- tnx for reviewing, and yes it is a little unlikely, but, well, im new at this so if it turns out to be a complete disaster, il know what works and what doesn't.
Miz Greenleaf- u think so? Well, in any case il keep working on it, but this is my first fanfic, and so, it might not be the best. But il try to improve on it.tnx.
Rosemary the Rubix Cube- well, I hav an idea of what the plot is, but I decided not to give any ideas yet.....either that, or its cuz m a lousy writer..i guess il find out soon enough. YES it was reallllly short and hopefully my future chapters wont be. I know, I like the title, now I just have to write a story that'l fit with it..lol. il do my best. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2
Hermione was slowly falling asleep in the train, lulled by the slight rocking motion of the engine, Harry and Ron engaged themselves in a game of wizard's chess.
"Checkmate." said Ron
"That's the third time. Damn. I need a manual on how to play chess. I'm humiliating myself!"
Hermione awoke with a start as the train went over a huge bump. Her nose came in contact with her watch.
"Ohmygod! Will you look at the time? We have to go change!
"Relax Mione. We have 15 minutes left. That's plenty of time." Everyone turned to look at the speaker. Ginny. Nobody had noticed her come in.
"Hi Ginny!" Ginny glared at Ron.
"Well well well. If it isn't-" Draco Malfoy didn't get any further.
"Go Hermione!" yelled Ron enthusiastically.
Hermione had slapped him straight across the face. There was a red handprint spreading across his nose onto his left check.
"It's the same speech every year Malfoy." She spat. "You sound like a broken tape recorder. If you're gonna insult us, at least try to do it with a little bit of dignity."
Malfoy was too astonished to say anything. He turned around and marched out the door grumbling about mudbloods that thought too highly of themselves.
"So which one of you guys are gonna be Head Boy this year?" Hermione piped up, after a period of silence.
"Hermione, neither of us are gonna be Head Boy. Neither of us want to be head boy." Harry said in a puzzled voice.
"Well, then who could it be? Seamus? Dean? Neville?" Hermione was beginning to look worried.
"Mione, I hate to burst your bubble but it's not necessarily anyone from Gryffindor. It could even be a Slytherin." Ginny said.
A horrific facial expression dawned on Hermione. A Slytherin? No. It couldn't be...or could it? The only possible Slytherin who could actually think for himself was....was...Malfoy. She nervously twisted a purple bracelet that always hung around her arm.
"I'm gonna go change now! I think well be there soon." Hermione hurried off. She needed to think. What was she gonna do if it was Malfoy? Would she be able to survive? Wait a minute...who said she was the one who had to have a horrible time? It might just as well be Malfoy. An evil expression of realization spread slowly across her face.
Meanwhile, Malfoy was fuming in his compartment with Crabbe and Goyle. How dare that filthy mudblood hit him? She had slapped him like in third year.
"It will not happen again" he promised himself quietly.
"You still hurt Malfoy?" Goyle asked cluelessly
"Shut up you mindless idiot. I'm trying to think."
"Don't worry Malfoy, we'll get her for you" Crabbe said.
Malfoy spun around and looked at the mindless buffoons. Didn't they know? They couldn't get her. They couldn't get her, because he had already gotten her.
"You oafs take a wild guess at who's going to be Head Girl this year."
"Ehhh. Pansy?" Goyle slobbered
"Granger. The mudblood. Little does she know that I have an advantage. Over the summer she received a purple bracelet. My purple bracelet. As you idiots couldn't have guessed, it's enchanted. Whenever she thinks positive about me, she will become outrageously happy. When she thinks negatively about me, she will feel devastatingly depressed. This way, I will gain her trust, and break her heart, or break her altogether." Malfoy finished his speech, and looked expectantly at Crabbe and Goyle.
"So that's a good thing..?" Crabbe finally asked.
Malfoy's face twisted into an unnatural snarl. "I give up. Go away you buffoons."
They slumped slowly out the door, leaving him and his murderous thoughts in peace.