a/n: hello people. I hope there really are people out there reading my story. Anyway this is the second chapter of my story and I didn't have any author's notes on the first chapter because I'm new at these things. BTW review, I would really like to know that people are actually reading my story! Thanx
I led malfoy to my bathroom, (luckily we weren't made to share one) and showed him where my shampoo was. But of course, I got my hopes up by thinking that he would cooperate for once and do so without disagreeing, so he raged on and on about my 'second top of the range' shampoo was going to wreck his hair, blah-blah-blah-blah-blah. I don't think I've ever met anyone as annoying as him in my whole life, and that's including my cousin emerald, if things don't get done her way, then they don't get done at all.
Listening to Malfoy talk about his hair isn't the most entertaining thing in the world, so I left half-way through his explanation on how my shampoo just wasn't good enough for a Malfoy.
"Malfoy, if you don't want to use my shampoo, then don't. Nobody's making you." And I left before he could say anything.
"Yeah... well it wasn't good enough for me anyway!" Good, he's stuck for words; I guess he'll just have to wash his hair with water then. That'll teach him.
By the time I got back to my room, it was already 7:45 so I just dressed myself up for the day and headed down towards the great hall for breakfast. I could smell the aroma of delicious food in the air as I stepped out into the corridor. I think I feel like eggs today...
"So Hermione, how's being Head Girl been for you? I mean with having to share a dormitory with Draco Malfoy and all." Ginny asked. Ginny had become a really close friend of mine from the end of last year, I have to thank Harry for that, it was because of him that we bonded in the first place. Although I would visit Ginny and the Weasley's and The Burrow over the holidays, I admit that I hadn't told her anything even slightly close to a secret before.
"Well, you know how it is. First Malfoy complains about something, whether it's the type of shampoo to the fact that I'm a Muggleborn. I reply with a rude or nasty remark. He gets angry, I yell, and we both storm off to get on with whatever the hell we were doing before all the madness began. It's happened so many times in my life that I can see the next one happening even before it begins." By the end of my reenactment, both Ginny and I are laughing heartedly. As our laughing slowly dies down, I can hear Harry, Ron, and some other Gryffindor boys sitting next to and across from talking about the next Quidditch World cup. It was only a few months away. Someone was talking about Viktor Krum, so I just had to be dragged into it.
Unfortunately, that someone was Draco Malfoy. I hadn't even realized that he was standing behind me until he opened up his damned mouth and started talking.
"Didn't you go out with Krum back in fourth year Granger?" What the hell is he bringing this up for?
"I heard it was all just a publicity stunt, am I right?" He asked smugly. Nothing good will ever come out of that mouth will it? I watched as that annoying little smirk appeared on his face. Content, he added: "Remember, meeting with Dumbledore in ten minutes" and left before I could even begin to retort.
"I really don't know how you do it Hermione. How you can put up with anything that he throws at you without it getting to you" Ginny looked admirably up at me, I had just risen up from me seat. Obviously Ginny has taken the fact that I couldn't retort as a sign that I could put up with his childishness. Oh, how wrong she is.
Not believing what Malfoy said about the time, I looked down at my watch and realized that he wasn't lying at all. I only had 7 minutes to get the Dumbledore's office, and I hadn't even eaten my breakfast yet.
Ginny looked at me curiously while watching me hurriedly gather up my things, and on the way knock over a goblet of pumpkin juice. "Whatever" I muttered to myself, grabbed myself a piece of toast and hurried out the door.
"Where are you going?" I heard Ginny yelling.
With my mouth full of dry toast I responded, or at least tried to, "Meeging wizh Dummlegore" I'm sure she didn't hear me though as I was already out in the corridor by this time. Even if I was inside, I doubt she'd be able to understand anyway.
So much for the eggs I was planning on having.