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Chapter 2: Thoughts about Draco, Thoughts about Hermione

The next day, I wake up to find that the sky is a dull, cloudy grey. It matches my mood. I am SO tired. I couldn't get to sleep last night because my mind was on- Yeah you guessed it- Draco Malfoy.

I get out of my bed and get my feet tangled up in the sheets. "Oof!" I say, landing on my stomach. It knocks the wind out of me. I am so annoyed that I say the spell, "Diffindo!" My spell rips my bedclothes cleanly in half. "Shit!" I shout.

"Watch your language!" My mum bellows upstairs.

"Mum! I'm 17!"

"Yes, but I don't want that language in my house! Now hurry up and get ready! Your father's waiting at the door to take your stuff to the car!"

"OK!"

I scramble up and mutter "Repairo!" The sheet mends itself instantly. I then head towards my dresser and see a hag looking back at me. Is that me! I think, Surprised. I reach for my brush and brush my hair vigorously. The tangle is gone. I sigh happily as I stroke my soft, bouncy hair.

I go to my packed trunk and stuff the last of my books into it. I run into the bathroom, have a wash and brush my teeth. I then change into a red boob tube that matches my cute tartan mini (skirt) and black boots.

I grab the basket that Crookshanks is in, rush downstairs, gave it to my dad then run back upstairs to get my trunk. I heaved it downstairs and got in the car. As we sped towards Kings Cross, I thought of more ways of how to please Draco Malfoy.

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I wake up to find the day dull and cloudy. It doesn't dampen my spirit though. I am going to confess, even if I get slapped again! I remember her furious face, her beautiful hand hitting my soft face. I remember me feeling something that I had never felt before. Pain.

About six house elves rush in and pick up my extremely heavy trunk. I go to my dresser, grab baggy jeans and a tight shirt, which shows off my muscles. I hope this pleases her. She's a plain girl when I remember her, with her soft skin and beautiful eyes and bushy hair that sticks up everywhere. Yes, she does have a few things that spoil her beauty, but I still love her heart, her smile, and her eyes.

I run downstairs, go out to our enormous car and jump in. My dad is sitting at the front as the chauffer drives the car. I know what I've got to say for my confession, but still I repeat over and over it in my head. I think about her smiling, smile myself and feel a bit more courage flushing into my body. I don't just think about her at night, I think about her all the time.

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How was that? It was longer. I hope you think its better, it's quite boring now, but soon I'll have my stories up to scratch. ON WITH THE SEXINESS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! Lols see you all there and please give me reviews! Be nice, please. If you want to send a bad review please tell me where ive gone wrong. See ya round! ;)Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx