This may seem like a sort of awkward place to start a story, but hey! It's MY story.
Disclaimer: hmm….. not mine….. isn't that obvious enough? Amateurs should not be allowed to be confused with JK Rowling. ESPECIALLY when it's me.
OK, OK. I'll shut up now.
Chapter 1: Of beer and turkeys
Draco Malfoy walked through the empty hallways, his expensive shoes clicking against the cold marble. He reached the Head Dormitories, said the password. He walked in, and his jaw dropped to the floor. The whole room was a complete mess. Couches were overturned, lights had been smashed, and random stuff had been tossed every which way. It looked like a tornado had gone through the room, and as he looked around, the tornado seemed to have had a name. Hermione Granger. There, off to the side, sat a very dazed looking Hermione, with a strange little smile on her face.
"Granger! What in the name of Merlin happened in here?!" Draco shouted.
"Oh, I dunno. I think that you know……ummm……haha……I can't tell you…really… the…uhhh…that…" Hermione trailed off, and started rapping her head with her wand which had been lying next to her, and giggling like a giddy 2nd year. Her words were slurred, and she was swaying around dangerously, despite the fact that she was sitting.
"Jesus, Granger. You're drunk!"
"Well, that's nice to know." She replied. But she wasn't listening.
"GRANGER!" Draco roared.
"Is that my name?" asked a very confused Hermione.
"Heavens. Do you know who I am?"
"No……"
"Malfoy."
"Oh… Really?"
Suddenly, Hermione jumped up, and started running around. She leapt off the upside down couches, and started waving her arms around frantically.
"LOOK!" she screamed. "I'm a flying turkey!"
"Granger, turkeys don't fl-"
"BAWK BAWK BAWK!!!"
"Oh god."
"Come on! Join me! Join me Malfoy!"
"I'm fine thanks." Replied Draco, who in truth, was starting to get kind of scared. This was completely out of nature for her to be so…crazy. In fact, it was totally out of nature for the goody-two-shoes Gryffindor to drink.
Then, as if struck by something invisible, Hermione went limp mid-air, and collapsed to the floor.
Draco stood where he was, shocked, and then, started sniggering. He strode calmly over to the figure lying on the ground.
"Granger…?"
No answer.
"Granger!"
Still nothing.
"GRANGER!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Silence.
"AGH!" He turned her over, and brushed her messy mop of hair aside impatiently, and there was Hermione Granger, fast asleep.
OK. That was kinnda awkward, and I guess kinnda OOC. 2 pages. I'll do better next time. Lata.
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