Chapter 5: OMG it's beyond Crap!
She stood there right in front of the door leading to the head's common room. 'How can she be head girl?' was the only thing running through his mind.
"Someone up there really hates me," he grumbled.
"What are you complaining about? We have to put up with each other," Granger snapped back, "ugh. This is a complete nightmare."
"Actually I have to put up with you. So stop complaining and move over or go in. I'm not going to wait a century for you to get moving you- ouch!" He glared down at Liandra for a few seconds before directing his gaze back at the new head girl.
As Malfoy looked down at his relative that had kicked him with her boots, Hermione gazed at the third wheel.
"Oh, Liandra, are you all right?" she asked walking over completely ignoring Draco.
On a normal daily basis Draco would have simply snapped that of course she was alright, but he figured she could answer for herself. He knew he well enough to know that she hated being treated like an object, and having someone answer for her was bound to tick her off.
"Yeah I'm fine. It's just once I feel bad it's hard to get my head back up."
"It's alright, hey how about we watch What a Girl Wants?"
Draco's POV
Oh no a chick flick or flick chick or what ever those things are called. Nervously I said, "I don't- I mean it's not going to help as much as talking-"
And then Liandra just had to say, "That'd be cool."
Oh crap, make up an excuse, no wait she's dragging you into the room. You have to go to the bathroom!
Panicking I cried you, "I have to got to the bathroom!" Both of them gave me bizarre/confused looks, it was a mix of both. Goddess sakes, I've never made up such a bad lie before.
I ran into the bathroom freaking out. I'm sorry but girl movies are soo…crappy, crappy story line, crappy lines, crappy actors, in general it's all crappy.
But I know I have to go back out there. I'd die before I ever admit this to anyone but I care for the stupid girl. Yeah she runs in head first before thinking things full through. And yes she eats as much as a guy when she really wants to. And duh she plays sports and knows how to play tackle people. But deep down inside she had this great, fragile personality. Ugh…why am I trying to figure her out?
Okay it's just a movie. Nothing to be scared of.
Opening the door I walking out and two eyes turned from the screen to look at me.
"Oh yeah, you made it right on time. The movie's about to start."
Internal groan. It's the end of the world cuz' you love me too much.
After…
"That is such a good movie," Liandra said sighing.
Running the list once again through my head… crappy lines, crappy acting, crappy and ugly actresses, crappy story-
"I know I totally love this movie."
"Me too."
-Crappy clothes, crappy voices, crappy scenes, crappy backgrounds, crappy-
"What did you think Draco?"
I looked at Liandra with a raised eyebrow before collapsing on the couch and saying, "It was good."
A moment of silence passed and the tranquil silence was broken with Liandra's response of "that was a crappy answer."
A crappy answer for a crappy movie right?
My thoughts were disrupted as she threw a pillow at me. "You hated it," she said smirking.
Huh?
"You hated it."
"No I-"
"Oh come off it all guys hate having to sit through this stuff."
"Fine it was crappy."
"Knew it. But thank you for sitting it through with us," she said smiling.
"No problem."
"Okay I gotta hit the dungeon it's late."
Getting up I pulled her into a hug and wished he sweet dreams and she left thought the portrait of Salazar.
Once she left there was this uncomfortable silence. There Granger was sitting there staring at the portrait.
So I cleared my throat.
She spazed and I had to refrain from laughing.
"I guess I'll go to bed too," she said blushing.
As she stared walking away I stopped her, "Why were you so nice to her?"
She gave me a confused look before answering simply, "because we're friends."
"Yes I know that but you barely know her. You just met her."
"Yes but none the less, I'm still her friend. What was I suppose to do? Leave her alone and let he break down-"
"She wasn't alone," I stated coldly.
"Yes, but sometimes guys react the wrong way."
"What do you mean the wrong way? There's a right and wrong way to react to these things?" Oh crap, so all the times she cried I may have fucked up!
"Yeah, of course there is. Like losing your temper because you're pissed that you can't make her problems go away. It's not like you're helping in anyway when you do that. You're only making it worse. When it seems like no one can help you, there's a newer sense of hopelessness, and that's not a good thing," she said.
"Oh…" so I haven't messed up yet.
"Was that all you wanted to know?"
"Um…well yeah."
"Alright then."
"Good night."
Only when her door closed did I dare to respond. "Goodnight."
Little did I know that one moment could change my life forever.