SPIN THE BOTTLE
Disclaimer: I don't own anything...here is proof...look at a Harry Potter book. Who does is say it's by??? JKR.
A/N: I wrote the first chappie of a new story called The KEY, which is an extrememly random story about a key and Malfoy and Hermione (b/c they're just perfect 4 each other). Please read that one 2!!!
Seven- After Hermione Fainted
When Hermione pulled away, Malfoy automatically went back to reading his book. But when she fainted, he threw his book on the floor and glared at Pansy. "You put just about three people's lives on the line for that, Pansy!"
"Who's?" she asked, flabbergasted that her Drakie Poo would turn on her.
"Potters, Grangers, Mine, and Weasleys."
"How is Grangers, yours and Weasleys on the line?"
"Granger could be dead here. Weasley could try to come kill me, which could result in fatal injuries, Potter was hanging out the Owlery for Christ's sake. Anyone could have dropped him. And me, I'm controlled by my father, who, by the way, will not appreciate knowing that I kissed a mudblood twice."
Pansy laughed evilly, "In that case, since you care so much, I think I'm going to write him a letter."
"Don't you dare!"
"Oh, I do dare." She said, and she left.
Malfoy sighed and went back to reading, hoping tomorrow would be good. Then, on second thought, he picked up Hermione and put her on her bed. Hopefully she would think someone else did it. Not that he cared about her. Okay, maybe he felt bad about having to kiss her twice in a few days.
He fell asleep on the couch, book over his chest.
The next morning, he awoke to see Hermione still in her bed. He thought for a moment, and then stood over her, hoping she would wake up soon. When she did, he saw her eyes widen and managed to choke out, "I'm sorry about Pansy."
"Are you apologizing to me?" she sounded incredulous.
"What does it sound like?" he was too tired to be nice.
"An apology. I just never thought you'd say that."
"I guess you don't know it all."
As Hermione got dressed, she mumbled something about never saying that she did know it all. Malfoy laughed as he left the room. He had been nice to a mudblood. His laughter flushed down the drain.
Malfoy knew Hermione was having a bad day because he saw his fellow Slytherins making fun of her and Harry. He saw her and Pansy's argument and decided that -in Potions- he would be mean again. He knew that she would think the apology was fake.
After Potions, he and Blaise Zabini went to the Quidditch Pitch to practice. They were having a great time, when, at midnight, Malfoy said he had to go inside and do his rounds. "Blaise, you better get to sleep," he said, "Or I'll come and make you." He and Blaise laughed almost comically. They both thought Malfoy being Head Boy was rather funny.
The minute Malfoy entered the room, he new something was wrong. All the lights were out and so was the fire. Then he remembered Pansy's threat about telling his father. He ran into the room, "Granger?" he asked the air. "GRANGER?!" he heard a soft moan from one end of the room. There was Granger, her hair caked in blood. He knew it was his father's doing, "Well, that's going to leave a mark in the morning." He said, trying to make light of the situation.
"Draco, you know that a mudblood is not worthy of kissing," said a cold voice behind him.
He whirled around, "It was a bet and a game, father. I did not kiss her on my own accord."
"In that case, she kissed you back, I presume."
"Yes, she did."
"And that is why I'm going to kill her now."
"You can't just kill the Head Girl!"
"And why not?" Lucius sneered, his voice sounding viler than before.
"Because-because they'll suspect me!"
"So what. Draco, let me kill the girl."
But at that moment, Harry and Ron burst through the door. Lucius quickly made a fire and transported by Floo Powder to Malfoy Mansion. (A/N: I was thinking of stopping it right here, but that's too short, so I'm not going to do a cliffy)
"Malfoy, what happened to Hermione?" asked Ron, obviously worried.
"My father." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Harry bent over Hermione (they had walked over) and said, "That's going to leave a mark in the morning."
"That's what I said," Malfoy laughed darkly.
Ron stomped his foot down, "We've gotta do something!"
Hermione slowly opened her eyes, Ron's stomping had made her wake up. When everything came into focus, she almost closed them again. Malfoy, helping her...again? What was the world coming to? (a/n: I was going to end it here, too)
"Hermione, can you hear me?" Ron shouted in her ear.
"Yes Ron," she said, obviously not amused.
"So, which one of you is going to carry her to her bed?" asked Malfoy, once again like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Harry said, "How about you do it, Malfoy. We've heard about you carrying her to her bed from different sources."
Ron sniggered, "Yeah, somehow all the Slytherins know how you apologized AND put her on her bed."
"Guys," said Malfoy, "I'll kill you later, just could someone else carry her to her bed?"
"Fine," Harry said, obviously amused as well.
Hermione shot up, "Oh no you don't, I'm walking to my own bed." She said defensively.
"Okay, when you fall I'll be there to catch you," Ron said, still amused.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"Well, it's not really funny, but you know, there is a big gash on both of your legs."
"I'm still going to walk to my bed," she said, stood up, and promptly fell down again, "Or one of you could carry me."
A/N: So, do you like it?? I tried to make it less dark and more humorous. This cliffy isn't that bad, if u know what I mean. REVIEW!! (mi b-day's in 7 days. It's on August 6th Not that you needed 2 know)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything...here is proof...look at a Harry Potter book. Who does is say it's by??? JKR.
A/N: I wrote the first chappie of a new story called The KEY, which is an extrememly random story about a key and Malfoy and Hermione (b/c they're just perfect 4 each other). Please read that one 2!!!
Seven- After Hermione Fainted
When Hermione pulled away, Malfoy automatically went back to reading his book. But when she fainted, he threw his book on the floor and glared at Pansy. "You put just about three people's lives on the line for that, Pansy!"
"Who's?" she asked, flabbergasted that her Drakie Poo would turn on her.
"Potters, Grangers, Mine, and Weasleys."
"How is Grangers, yours and Weasleys on the line?"
"Granger could be dead here. Weasley could try to come kill me, which could result in fatal injuries, Potter was hanging out the Owlery for Christ's sake. Anyone could have dropped him. And me, I'm controlled by my father, who, by the way, will not appreciate knowing that I kissed a mudblood twice."
Pansy laughed evilly, "In that case, since you care so much, I think I'm going to write him a letter."
"Don't you dare!"
"Oh, I do dare." She said, and she left.
Malfoy sighed and went back to reading, hoping tomorrow would be good. Then, on second thought, he picked up Hermione and put her on her bed. Hopefully she would think someone else did it. Not that he cared about her. Okay, maybe he felt bad about having to kiss her twice in a few days.
He fell asleep on the couch, book over his chest.
The next morning, he awoke to see Hermione still in her bed. He thought for a moment, and then stood over her, hoping she would wake up soon. When she did, he saw her eyes widen and managed to choke out, "I'm sorry about Pansy."
"Are you apologizing to me?" she sounded incredulous.
"What does it sound like?" he was too tired to be nice.
"An apology. I just never thought you'd say that."
"I guess you don't know it all."
As Hermione got dressed, she mumbled something about never saying that she did know it all. Malfoy laughed as he left the room. He had been nice to a mudblood. His laughter flushed down the drain.
Malfoy knew Hermione was having a bad day because he saw his fellow Slytherins making fun of her and Harry. He saw her and Pansy's argument and decided that -in Potions- he would be mean again. He knew that she would think the apology was fake.
After Potions, he and Blaise Zabini went to the Quidditch Pitch to practice. They were having a great time, when, at midnight, Malfoy said he had to go inside and do his rounds. "Blaise, you better get to sleep," he said, "Or I'll come and make you." He and Blaise laughed almost comically. They both thought Malfoy being Head Boy was rather funny.
The minute Malfoy entered the room, he new something was wrong. All the lights were out and so was the fire. Then he remembered Pansy's threat about telling his father. He ran into the room, "Granger?" he asked the air. "GRANGER?!" he heard a soft moan from one end of the room. There was Granger, her hair caked in blood. He knew it was his father's doing, "Well, that's going to leave a mark in the morning." He said, trying to make light of the situation.
"Draco, you know that a mudblood is not worthy of kissing," said a cold voice behind him.
He whirled around, "It was a bet and a game, father. I did not kiss her on my own accord."
"In that case, she kissed you back, I presume."
"Yes, she did."
"And that is why I'm going to kill her now."
"You can't just kill the Head Girl!"
"And why not?" Lucius sneered, his voice sounding viler than before.
"Because-because they'll suspect me!"
"So what. Draco, let me kill the girl."
But at that moment, Harry and Ron burst through the door. Lucius quickly made a fire and transported by Floo Powder to Malfoy Mansion. (A/N: I was thinking of stopping it right here, but that's too short, so I'm not going to do a cliffy)
"Malfoy, what happened to Hermione?" asked Ron, obviously worried.
"My father." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Harry bent over Hermione (they had walked over) and said, "That's going to leave a mark in the morning."
"That's what I said," Malfoy laughed darkly.
Ron stomped his foot down, "We've gotta do something!"
Hermione slowly opened her eyes, Ron's stomping had made her wake up. When everything came into focus, she almost closed them again. Malfoy, helping her...again? What was the world coming to? (a/n: I was going to end it here, too)
"Hermione, can you hear me?" Ron shouted in her ear.
"Yes Ron," she said, obviously not amused.
"So, which one of you is going to carry her to her bed?" asked Malfoy, once again like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Harry said, "How about you do it, Malfoy. We've heard about you carrying her to her bed from different sources."
Ron sniggered, "Yeah, somehow all the Slytherins know how you apologized AND put her on her bed."
"Guys," said Malfoy, "I'll kill you later, just could someone else carry her to her bed?"
"Fine," Harry said, obviously amused as well.
Hermione shot up, "Oh no you don't, I'm walking to my own bed." She said defensively.
"Okay, when you fall I'll be there to catch you," Ron said, still amused.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"Well, it's not really funny, but you know, there is a big gash on both of your legs."
"I'm still going to walk to my bed," she said, stood up, and promptly fell down again, "Or one of you could carry me."
A/N: So, do you like it?? I tried to make it less dark and more humorous. This cliffy isn't that bad, if u know what I mean. REVIEW!! (mi b-day's in 7 days. It's on August 6th Not that you needed 2 know)