Fanciful Fancies: chapter 2

A Plan Wrong Went

A/N: ok. So I don't own Harry Potter. I think we've made that clear enough. Although I would like it if I did. Just imagine… all that money. The fame. The name… But, its always nice to dream. Sigh… anyways!

Review Shoutouts:

TheManWhoLetTheBoyLive: Thanx……It's nice to know that you only read it cuz you think my name is cool…… But I think I can overlook that. So, thanks for saying my story is good.

Flavagurl: Thanx a TON for reviewing. I've read a few stories where Hermione was drunk, so I decided to add a little bit of my own touch to the 'Hermione-is-drunk' theme.

HanyouGirl16: Yea. It's weird and I guess creepy. Hermione usually never drinks, but hey! That's the beauty of Fan-Fic. I can make up anything I want about the characters. They could be druggies, angels, god, the devil…… right. Umm…. But thanks for reviewing and voicing your opinion.

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Draco was, nonetheless, amazed.

'NEVER, would I have imagined that goody-goody Granger would drink.' He thought to himself.

He unceremoniously dropped Hermione from the precarious position they were in. Draco Malfoy with Hermione Granger's head in his lap. Hmmm…

Her head landed with a hollow 'THUNK!'

He just smirked in evil delight.

He made his way to his room, and slammed the door shut.

Suddenly, his face turned down into anger and disappointment.

'Damn! I should have taken a picture. She's still out there though… And that mess…' that smirk found its way again.

He rummaged through his stuff and found Colin Creevy's camera. He had snuffed it from the little brat the other day.

'Handy'

He cautiously opened the door, and peeked around. Without making sure Hermione was still downstairs, he dashed out, skidded to the top of the stairs, held up the camera, and, 'CLICK!' the light bulb flashed. Stars were dancing in front of Draco's eyes, and he hurriedly made his way back to his room, dazed, yet gleeful. He shut his door, locked it, and sat in a chair at his desk. The picture was coming out, and he held it up triumphantly, waiting for it to dry and develop.

Finally, his masterpiece was finished! He held it up, looked at it-and did a double take.

'Where's the mess?! Where's…Granger?!' he thought wildly.

Instead of a picture of a ruined room, and an unconscious Granger, Draco held the image of a perfectly clean and organized Common Room, and……no Granger…!

"Dammit!" Draco yelled. "Dammit Dammit Dammit!!!"

Suddenly, "Drakie? Is everything alright? Can I come in?" came a sickingly sweet voice.

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So ummm…. Yea. That's the chapter. Very short. Very uneventful. Very boring. But at least the ending was sort of a cliffie. I had major writer's block. Too much going through my head. But, feedback would be welcome, and I think that some ideas would be enjoyed. Like, how I can improve, or what-not. Thanx.