Disclaimer: I own nothing...still....
Author's Note: Anyone else feel like the chapters have been going downhill with every new one I dish out? I think the first two were very good, but since then I have felt like they are getting worse and worse...From now on I'm going to work on the quality and not the quantity okay? This means that There won't be like...two new chapters everyday like it used to. I might work on the same chapter for two days if I have to. What I'm trying to say is that I really want this this to be a good story and not some...what's the word? Not a flop. I don't want people to read it once and then be through with it, I want people to come back in a month or two and read it again and still be impressed and interested, you know?
As for the 'Who should be Hermione's love interest' thing. I got my answer. Now I'm planning the whole thing out and the first chapter should be up at least before school starts. lol.
Chapter Nine: This is Gettin' a Lil' Freakay...
After the Quidditch match I ran down to the pitch to congratulate Harry. He hugged me and we were off to the common room to celebrate with the other fellow Gryffindors. There were banners hanging up and all the candies you could imagine were scattered around the room. It was very fun.
But something was still bothering me. That stupid Snitch. Why was it attracted to me? Someone had to put a spell on it. Then it all fell into place. I remember how Draco said he killed the crows with a Beater's bat. He must have been messing with the Quidditch supplies and jinxed the Snitch to fly around me. I wasn't sure why though. I had to find out.
"Harry dear, it's getting late and I think I'm going to turn in." I said. "Goodbye, Ron. Ginny." I said as I exited.
As I walked down the corridors I noticed that they were empty again. It was only 9:00 for crying out loud! Was everyone just scared of me or something? I ignored it and headed for the Head's common room. A few minutes later, I reached it and went inside. I found Draco sitting in his chair, asleep. I was ready to scream at him, but something stopped me.
He was in direct moonlight and he looked so peaceful, so beautiful. He looked like an angel in Slytherin robes. Wait. That wasn't possible.
"Wake up, Maggot!" I cried as I stepped on my side of the line.
He woke with a jerk and rubbed his eyes. Then he looked over to me and asked, "What do you want?"
"I want to know what the bloody hell is going on with you?!" I said as I walked towards my chair and sat in it.
"What are you talking about?" he asked me, like he didn't know what I was talking about.
"You know damn well what I am talking about! When you pulled me into the bathroom and began making moves on me--"
"What?! Stop. Wait. Hold up, what are you talking about?" he asked me. He was pretty serious and that caught me off guard. How could he forget something that just happened a few hours ago?
"You don't remember?"
He shook his head.
"It was before the Quidditch match and you pulled me into the boy's bathrooms and gave me some long speech about how we could never be friends or something like that. You really don't remember?"
He shook his head again, looking confused.
"I was in the locker rooms before the game. I don't know what you're talking about, honestly." he assured me.
"But I saw you! You and you're new Nimbus 2003!"
"What? I don't have a Nimbus 2003." he told me.
That's right, he didn't. If he did then he would have been bragging about it...Then who in the world was that in the bathroom--Oh my gosh!
"Malfoy, I think someone had been pretending to be you with a polyjuice potion!" I blurted out. I knew what the polyjuice potion was real well. Harry, Ron, and I had used it in our second year. Mine wasn't that successful though...Moving along.
He looked taken aback.
"I'm serious. It explains your mood swings and what happened today!" I paused. "But who would want to be you and why?"
Malfoy's expression now changed from being confused to looking a bit angry.
"You mean to tell me someone has been sneaking around pretending to be me? Why I oughtta-" he made a violence gesture with his fist and then looked back at me. "What kind of broom did you say they had?"
"Nimbus 2003, I think." I replied.
"And you say they made moves on you?"
"Yes."
Draco grinned and chuckled.
"What's so funny?!" I demanded.
"I think you have a stalker. And a pretty darn good one if you can't tell us apart." he said.
"A stalker? Who would want to stalk me?" I asked, not believing him. But it did make sense...
"Look, Hermy, all we have to do is find out who owns a Nimbus 2003 and has it at this school and we'll catch the culprit." Draco said simply.
"Oh really? And how many people do you think have a Nimbus 2003? A lot!" I implied. He stared at me.
"I was only trying to help, but if you don't want it than fine!" he exclaimed as he jumped up out of his chair.
"I'm sorry, Malfoy, it's just that...what he said to me...it really got to me. That's all." I said weakly. Draco's rage died down and his face softened again. He crossed the silver line and came to my side.
"What did he say?" he asked me.
"He told me that we could never be *just* friends and that we were meant to be lovers or something. I can't really remember." I paused. "So you didn't kill the crows?"
Draco blinked and looked away. "He told you that?" he asked, his voice trembling.
"Yeah. Well did you?"
"Well...yeah..."
"Malfoy! How could you?" I asked. I was having de ja vu all over again...
"Because I thought it would look suspicious if people started seeing two glowing birds flying around the school. So I petrified them and buried them in little coffins."
"You what? In the bathroom you--He told me that you killed it with a Beater's bat." I told Draco.
"I did not! Well...I started too., but I kept missing! So I just used a spell and buried then alive..."
"ALIVE! Oh that's so much better..."
"Whatever," he cut me off, "I think I'm having a thought...yeah, that's a though. Now I'm having a theory. What if this person isn't after *you*?"
"What do you mean?"
"Listen to me for a moment. That person apparently knows everything I do and the right time to corner you in a bathroom so I'm thinking..." he paused. "What if he's trying to be ME?"
"Just how self-centered are you? Not everything's about you you know?" I said harshly. He glared.
"Well it explains how he knew about the Beater's bat and spell and where to find you and---oh no. I'm having another theory..."
This was getting ridiculous. Someone was after either me or Draco and he was getting theories...
"What if the person wanted to be rich and be with the woman of his dreams at the same time? How do you supposed he'd do it?" Draco asked as he paced around.
"I suppose he'd work hard for the money and hire a model to pose as his wife."
"Wrong. He'd try to take my place."
"So he could become a Malfoy and be with me--oh God, you're making some sort of sense." I said, as I stood up and began pacing as well. "I'm very confused now, so if you'll excuse me, I'll be going to my room and waking up from this nightmare any minute now." I told Malfoy as I headed for the stairs.
"Wait," he said as he grabbed my arm, "Don't you think he'd be watching you?"
Oh, that's comforting.
"Wh-What? Watching me? Well, if he's watching me then he's watching you too buddy!" I pointed out.
Draco muttered something.
"What?" I asked.
"Shh..." he whispered. "I think someone's in the room..."
We both fell silent. It was very very quiet until we heard tiny footsteps scraping the floor. My heard began pounding. Someone was in the room with us. Someone who loved me and wanted to be Draco Malfoy. He must be very dangerous.
Draco moved towards the sound, then suddenly it stopped.This was getting a little freaky. It was too much or me to handle so I headed for the stairs.
"Hermione, do--!" Draco warned, but it was too late. Someone grabbed me and head a nice long knife to my throat. I couldn't tell who it was.
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Author's Note: Okay, this story is getting a little freaky. lol. As I've said before, I'm writing it all off of the top of my head with no plan of the outcome whatsoever. With that said, I would like some ideas sent to me. Please send them to me at psycho_red_lipgloss@yahoo.com or darlawuzx@hotmail.com and you'll know if your idea was used when you read the next couple of chapters. Thanks!
Author's Note: Anyone else feel like the chapters have been going downhill with every new one I dish out? I think the first two were very good, but since then I have felt like they are getting worse and worse...From now on I'm going to work on the quality and not the quantity okay? This means that There won't be like...two new chapters everyday like it used to. I might work on the same chapter for two days if I have to. What I'm trying to say is that I really want this this to be a good story and not some...what's the word? Not a flop. I don't want people to read it once and then be through with it, I want people to come back in a month or two and read it again and still be impressed and interested, you know?
As for the 'Who should be Hermione's love interest' thing. I got my answer. Now I'm planning the whole thing out and the first chapter should be up at least before school starts. lol.
Chapter Nine: This is Gettin' a Lil' Freakay...
After the Quidditch match I ran down to the pitch to congratulate Harry. He hugged me and we were off to the common room to celebrate with the other fellow Gryffindors. There were banners hanging up and all the candies you could imagine were scattered around the room. It was very fun.
But something was still bothering me. That stupid Snitch. Why was it attracted to me? Someone had to put a spell on it. Then it all fell into place. I remember how Draco said he killed the crows with a Beater's bat. He must have been messing with the Quidditch supplies and jinxed the Snitch to fly around me. I wasn't sure why though. I had to find out.
"Harry dear, it's getting late and I think I'm going to turn in." I said. "Goodbye, Ron. Ginny." I said as I exited.
As I walked down the corridors I noticed that they were empty again. It was only 9:00 for crying out loud! Was everyone just scared of me or something? I ignored it and headed for the Head's common room. A few minutes later, I reached it and went inside. I found Draco sitting in his chair, asleep. I was ready to scream at him, but something stopped me.
He was in direct moonlight and he looked so peaceful, so beautiful. He looked like an angel in Slytherin robes. Wait. That wasn't possible.
"Wake up, Maggot!" I cried as I stepped on my side of the line.
He woke with a jerk and rubbed his eyes. Then he looked over to me and asked, "What do you want?"
"I want to know what the bloody hell is going on with you?!" I said as I walked towards my chair and sat in it.
"What are you talking about?" he asked me, like he didn't know what I was talking about.
"You know damn well what I am talking about! When you pulled me into the bathroom and began making moves on me--"
"What?! Stop. Wait. Hold up, what are you talking about?" he asked me. He was pretty serious and that caught me off guard. How could he forget something that just happened a few hours ago?
"You don't remember?"
He shook his head.
"It was before the Quidditch match and you pulled me into the boy's bathrooms and gave me some long speech about how we could never be friends or something like that. You really don't remember?"
He shook his head again, looking confused.
"I was in the locker rooms before the game. I don't know what you're talking about, honestly." he assured me.
"But I saw you! You and you're new Nimbus 2003!"
"What? I don't have a Nimbus 2003." he told me.
That's right, he didn't. If he did then he would have been bragging about it...Then who in the world was that in the bathroom--Oh my gosh!
"Malfoy, I think someone had been pretending to be you with a polyjuice potion!" I blurted out. I knew what the polyjuice potion was real well. Harry, Ron, and I had used it in our second year. Mine wasn't that successful though...Moving along.
He looked taken aback.
"I'm serious. It explains your mood swings and what happened today!" I paused. "But who would want to be you and why?"
Malfoy's expression now changed from being confused to looking a bit angry.
"You mean to tell me someone has been sneaking around pretending to be me? Why I oughtta-" he made a violence gesture with his fist and then looked back at me. "What kind of broom did you say they had?"
"Nimbus 2003, I think." I replied.
"And you say they made moves on you?"
"Yes."
Draco grinned and chuckled.
"What's so funny?!" I demanded.
"I think you have a stalker. And a pretty darn good one if you can't tell us apart." he said.
"A stalker? Who would want to stalk me?" I asked, not believing him. But it did make sense...
"Look, Hermy, all we have to do is find out who owns a Nimbus 2003 and has it at this school and we'll catch the culprit." Draco said simply.
"Oh really? And how many people do you think have a Nimbus 2003? A lot!" I implied. He stared at me.
"I was only trying to help, but if you don't want it than fine!" he exclaimed as he jumped up out of his chair.
"I'm sorry, Malfoy, it's just that...what he said to me...it really got to me. That's all." I said weakly. Draco's rage died down and his face softened again. He crossed the silver line and came to my side.
"What did he say?" he asked me.
"He told me that we could never be *just* friends and that we were meant to be lovers or something. I can't really remember." I paused. "So you didn't kill the crows?"
Draco blinked and looked away. "He told you that?" he asked, his voice trembling.
"Yeah. Well did you?"
"Well...yeah..."
"Malfoy! How could you?" I asked. I was having de ja vu all over again...
"Because I thought it would look suspicious if people started seeing two glowing birds flying around the school. So I petrified them and buried them in little coffins."
"You what? In the bathroom you--He told me that you killed it with a Beater's bat." I told Draco.
"I did not! Well...I started too., but I kept missing! So I just used a spell and buried then alive..."
"ALIVE! Oh that's so much better..."
"Whatever," he cut me off, "I think I'm having a thought...yeah, that's a though. Now I'm having a theory. What if this person isn't after *you*?"
"What do you mean?"
"Listen to me for a moment. That person apparently knows everything I do and the right time to corner you in a bathroom so I'm thinking..." he paused. "What if he's trying to be ME?"
"Just how self-centered are you? Not everything's about you you know?" I said harshly. He glared.
"Well it explains how he knew about the Beater's bat and spell and where to find you and---oh no. I'm having another theory..."
This was getting ridiculous. Someone was after either me or Draco and he was getting theories...
"What if the person wanted to be rich and be with the woman of his dreams at the same time? How do you supposed he'd do it?" Draco asked as he paced around.
"I suppose he'd work hard for the money and hire a model to pose as his wife."
"Wrong. He'd try to take my place."
"So he could become a Malfoy and be with me--oh God, you're making some sort of sense." I said, as I stood up and began pacing as well. "I'm very confused now, so if you'll excuse me, I'll be going to my room and waking up from this nightmare any minute now." I told Malfoy as I headed for the stairs.
"Wait," he said as he grabbed my arm, "Don't you think he'd be watching you?"
Oh, that's comforting.
"Wh-What? Watching me? Well, if he's watching me then he's watching you too buddy!" I pointed out.
Draco muttered something.
"What?" I asked.
"Shh..." he whispered. "I think someone's in the room..."
We both fell silent. It was very very quiet until we heard tiny footsteps scraping the floor. My heard began pounding. Someone was in the room with us. Someone who loved me and wanted to be Draco Malfoy. He must be very dangerous.
Draco moved towards the sound, then suddenly it stopped.This was getting a little freaky. It was too much or me to handle so I headed for the stairs.
"Hermione, do--!" Draco warned, but it was too late. Someone grabbed me and head a nice long knife to my throat. I couldn't tell who it was.
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Author's Note: Okay, this story is getting a little freaky. lol. As I've said before, I'm writing it all off of the top of my head with no plan of the outcome whatsoever. With that said, I would like some ideas sent to me. Please send them to me at psycho_red_lipgloss@yahoo.com or darlawuzx@hotmail.com and you'll know if your idea was used when you read the next couple of chapters. Thanks!