SORRY! No. I'm serious. Really.
Chapter 5
A Nightly Discussion
After observing my room, (Gryffindor colors and very wonderful of course), I went back down to the common room to wait for Malfoy. Wait. Aren't I calling him Draco since we're friends? But technically we're not friends yet. But it would be mean if we were talking and all of a sudden comes out "Malfoy" and that sounds so awful while talking to a soon-to-be-friend and I'm rambling again. Before you know it I'll trip down some stairs and scare Malfoy, or Draco, right out of his shoes and then he wouldn't want to be friends anymore because he'd think I'm such a klutz when I'm really not and that's a horrible first impression when you're about to have a nice friendly chat and here I go again. I should really stop this before I do fall down the stairs. I'll just ramble when I get to my couch. Hermione could be seen, that night, entering the common room (AN: I sound like a fashion show introducer) and walking over to the Gryffindor colored couch with a dazed look about her face. If anybody had seen her, they'd be rightly surprised that she hadn't picked up her favorite book, Hogwarts: A History, on her way to sitting down, as it was lying neatly upon the coffee table just a few feet away. Okay final tally, Hermione thought. Should I call him Draco or Malfoy? But what if he calls me Granger? Would that sound awful if I said Draco and he Granger? Or the other way around? Oh no, I'm sweating. What if he notices? What would he think you were thinking while you were sitting innocently on the couch? I must.. stop.. sweating. Oh my gosh. I hear his footsteps.
Draco Malfoy had been doing the exact same thing that Hermione Granger had been doing just a few moments ago. Arguing to himself what He should call her. Hermione is such a nice name. I should go with that. But what if she gets offended? How could she get offended of her name? That is her real name. But what if she doesn't like it when "disgusting, Pig-headed Draco Malfoy," says it. I will go with the disgusting, Pig –headed thing, because I was. But I'm not now. So, does that mean I can call her Hermione, or not? Lucky I.. "AARG!!" Draco didn't notice that he had missed a step while he was walking briskly down the overlarge stairway leading from his room. He fell down the last few stairs (AN: You knew it was going to happen sooner or later, didn't you?) right into the common room. He looked up to see a half shocked-half scared Hermione sitting on the couch. It took a few seconds for her to realize what had just happened, and then rushed over to Draco's side. He wasn't breathing. Draco had an enormous cut on his forehead that was bleeding profusely all over the black rug. Hermione rolled him over and found that his heart was beating. She swung him over her shoulder, (AN: Who said Hermione wasn't strong?) and set off to the Hospital Wing, dripping blood every other step.
Yes, I know I'm mean and a very short chapter writer. Don't worry! They will have their "friend-talk" soon.