a/n: hey ppls! this is actually the first fanfic i've written but i've read heaps so i know what i'm doing (i think) anyway i hope you enjoy the first chapter of my story!
It was a sunny Saturday morning. Hermione Granger, Head girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, woke up to a loud banging of her door, awaking her from her peaceful sleep. Looking down at the watch she wore on her left wrist, she found that it was only 7 am.
'Who the hell does he think he is, banging on my door at 7 o'clock, and on a Saturday?!'
Unlike what was previously believed by her fellow classmates, she also enjoyed sleeping in. After all, she did only get to sleep at 1 in the morning last night. What was she doing up so late you ask? No, she wasn't writing an essay that was due in three weeks, she didn't read Hogwarts: A History over three times. Actually she was going over plans for the Christmas ball which was being held a week before Christmas, exactly 1 week from now.
The project was actually meant for both the Head Girl and Head Boy, but considering who he was this year, it wasn't surprising to her, at all.
Hermione opened up her bedroom door to find a very flustered looking Draco Malfoy. He was scratching the side of his head, obviously concentrating very hard on something. Not.
Yes, you heard me, Draco the-most-annoying-person-in-the-world Malfoy. The fact that he was made a prefect in fifth year was surprising enough; I mean all he did was go around the school bullying the first and second year students. But being made HEAD BOY, I'm afraid to say this, but I had a fleeting thought that old Dumbledore really had gone mad.
"What do you want Malfoy!?" I yelled out quiet harshly, but who can blame me, it is Draco Malfoy we're talking about.
"Whatever, Granger. All I wanted to do is ask you if you've seen my 1 in a million, top of the range, 20 galleons a bottle shampoo around lately. I can't seem to find it, and I need to wash my hair!"
'Oh, I honestly can't believe him, that stuck up little prick even needs to boast about his shampoo.'
"No, I haven't. What would I be doing with that stuff anyway?" To tell you the truth, nowadays, I don't even need to put a whole bottle of hairspray to tame my hair anymore. Luckily my hair toned itself down by the beginning of last year; I was getting quite sick of it.
"Well, since you can't find mine, I'll just have to use your second top of the range shampoo then."
There's no point arguing with him, and I really want to get back to bed.
"Come with me, I'll show you where it is." I sighed, as I led him out towards my bathroom.