Last Chance
By: Allovara Lewis
Rated: PG (Rated for minor vulgarity. Nothing that should be too offensive, though.)
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter novels are not my original work and I do not own any of the characters, places or ideas original to that series. This story is my original work and any characters, places, or ideas original to this story are my creation (unless otherwise stated) and should not be used with my permission. (If you ask, however, I will likely be glad to give permission.) I am making no money from this story. It is written entirely for my own amusement and the amusement of others.
Author's Note: This was influenced by a challenge I read somewhere. (If I find out where, I'll make a note of it.) I don't remember most of the challenge, but one of the requirements was to include the phrase, 'This is your last chance'. That little seed implanted itself in my oh so fertile mind and this was the result. This is my first Harry Potter story (I have written for several other fandoms).
'This is your last chance'.
My last chance. The words echoed over and over in my mind.
This was it. I would never again be able to walk these halls or sit in classes. I would never get to watch Neville explode yet another cauldron, or listen to Lavender and Parvati argue over which boys they fancied, or lose at chess to Ron, or keep him and Harry from attacking Malfoy.
Malfoy! He is responsible for this! Him and that stupid arrogant smirk of his. He raises that haughty eyebrow of his at you and all brain activity ceases. It is more elegant than any verbal attack could be. Blast the things he can say with that smirk. 'Do you really think that I am offended by that'? 'I am so far above you that you are not even fit to lick the soles of my shoes'. 'You want me and we both know it'. And the worst part is that he is right. Well, not about being better than anyone, because he is not. But he is gorgeous. Half the school fancies him. Mmm...what I wouldn't give to get my hands on that body.
What? This is Malfoy, Hermione. Malfoy. The reason behind all my problems. Malfoy, who's been the bane of my Hogwarts existence for 7 years. Well, him and Snape. Oh, and, of course, Voldemort. Not even Malfoy is that bad. But, still, he is Malfoy. Evil one who torments me and sneers so sexily.
No! Malfoy is not sexy. Well, he is, but, I am not attracted to him. He is an enemy. I do not fancy him. That would be wrong. He is evil. E-V-I-L. Well, not Voldemort evil, of course. But, still, evil. Glaring, smirking, sexy, gorgeous — Argh!
This is a fine time for hormones to kick in. Come on Hermione, get this straight. Draco Malfoy is not sexy. I do not fancy him. Even if he does have the best bum of all the guys at Hogwarts.
Eek! I did not just think that. I did not just think about Malfoy's bum. I have to stop thinking about Malfoy. After all, he is the reason I am in this situation. Him and that sexy smirk.
No! Evil smirk. EVIL. Not sexy. Evil. Anything that can bother me this much has to be evil. Not that Malfoy bothers me. Well, other than when he calls me names and says and does awful things. And when he smirks. But only because he is so evil. Not because I fancy him. Because his smirk is evil. Not sexy.
There it is again. And aimed at me. He is probably gloating over my misfortune, the git.
What am I going to do? I have to get out of this. And, then, I have to get back at Malfoy.
'If you do not tell me, I will have no choice but to assign you a failling grade and inform the Headmaster. I believe you are familiar with the Hogwarts policies regarding expulsion'.
By: Allovara Lewis
Rated: PG (Rated for minor vulgarity. Nothing that should be too offensive, though.)
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter novels are not my original work and I do not own any of the characters, places or ideas original to that series. This story is my original work and any characters, places, or ideas original to this story are my creation (unless otherwise stated) and should not be used with my permission. (If you ask, however, I will likely be glad to give permission.) I am making no money from this story. It is written entirely for my own amusement and the amusement of others.
Author's Note: This was influenced by a challenge I read somewhere. (If I find out where, I'll make a note of it.) I don't remember most of the challenge, but one of the requirements was to include the phrase, 'This is your last chance'. That little seed implanted itself in my oh so fertile mind and this was the result. This is my first Harry Potter story (I have written for several other fandoms).
'This is your last chance'.
My last chance. The words echoed over and over in my mind.
This was it. I would never again be able to walk these halls or sit in classes. I would never get to watch Neville explode yet another cauldron, or listen to Lavender and Parvati argue over which boys they fancied, or lose at chess to Ron, or keep him and Harry from attacking Malfoy.
Malfoy! He is responsible for this! Him and that stupid arrogant smirk of his. He raises that haughty eyebrow of his at you and all brain activity ceases. It is more elegant than any verbal attack could be. Blast the things he can say with that smirk. 'Do you really think that I am offended by that'? 'I am so far above you that you are not even fit to lick the soles of my shoes'. 'You want me and we both know it'. And the worst part is that he is right. Well, not about being better than anyone, because he is not. But he is gorgeous. Half the school fancies him. Mmm...what I wouldn't give to get my hands on that body.
What? This is Malfoy, Hermione. Malfoy. The reason behind all my problems. Malfoy, who's been the bane of my Hogwarts existence for 7 years. Well, him and Snape. Oh, and, of course, Voldemort. Not even Malfoy is that bad. But, still, he is Malfoy. Evil one who torments me and sneers so sexily.
No! Malfoy is not sexy. Well, he is, but, I am not attracted to him. He is an enemy. I do not fancy him. That would be wrong. He is evil. E-V-I-L. Well, not Voldemort evil, of course. But, still, evil. Glaring, smirking, sexy, gorgeous — Argh!
This is a fine time for hormones to kick in. Come on Hermione, get this straight. Draco Malfoy is not sexy. I do not fancy him. Even if he does have the best bum of all the guys at Hogwarts.
Eek! I did not just think that. I did not just think about Malfoy's bum. I have to stop thinking about Malfoy. After all, he is the reason I am in this situation. Him and that sexy smirk.
No! Evil smirk. EVIL. Not sexy. Evil. Anything that can bother me this much has to be evil. Not that Malfoy bothers me. Well, other than when he calls me names and says and does awful things. And when he smirks. But only because he is so evil. Not because I fancy him. Because his smirk is evil. Not sexy.
There it is again. And aimed at me. He is probably gloating over my misfortune, the git.
What am I going to do? I have to get out of this. And, then, I have to get back at Malfoy.
'If you do not tell me, I will have no choice but to assign you a failling grade and inform the Headmaster. I believe you are familiar with the Hogwarts policies regarding expulsion'.