Chapter 2
"What a joke!" yelled Malfoy.
"No way." whispered Hermy.
"Where's Weasel? I was sure you two would be going at it like rabbits when you found out you had your own dormitory."
"Shut up, ferret boy." she muttered
"Whatever. Pansy, come on," said Malfy.
Hermy had failed to see Pansy Parkinson behind Malfoy, which seemed impossible, considering her weight. (a/n: BURN!)
"Alright, sugar," Pansy said in what would have been a seductive voice if she hadn't been completely gross, fat and ugly.
Malfoy and the pug-faced Slytherin girl went up to Malfoy's room by the left stairwell.
Hermy shuttered, "Ew."
She was so disturbed she coudln't even bring herself to go see Ron and Harry, so she decided just to go to bed. Although she was tired, she couldn't sleep and every time she closed her eyes she was met with extremely disturbing imagery. It didn't hel that Malfoy hadn't been decent enough to put a silencing charm on his room.
OHermy lay awake all night; she just didn't understand how the Slytherin sex-god could be with nasty, slutty, pug-faced Parkinson, or how Dumbly could have made HIM headboy, or WHY? She couldn't stop thinking about him and the was his ice blue eyes and sleek blonde hair made her stomach flip.