A/N:
Sorry, sorry sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, for not updating for so long. You see, my parents went through the nastiest divorce in history, and fought so much for custody over me and my brother, so I wasn't able to update. I'm really sorry, seriously.
A BIG THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED!
On to the story!
Chappie 7 (Is that right?)
Hermione waked up that morning feeling dizzy and disoriented. It COULD be because of the peculiar dream she had last night, but she couldn't be sure.
…Or it could be because of the countless Pepper-Up potions she drank to keep herself awake during late nights of studying and homework, but, then again, she couldn't be sure.
The Head Girl groaned as the rays of the sun shined through the red curtains.
Light, why do you mock me so?
Hermione, who was obviously not much of a morning person, tried to tell the light to go away, but of course, the light is stupid and won't listen.
She looked at the wizard's alarm clock on her bedside table: 8:30 am.
In short, she was late.
The record for the fastest to dress in a short amount of time was then broken by Hermione.
Draco Malfoy yawned as he prepared his things for classes in his room. His hair was a mess, and his clothes were wrinkled.
A rare treat, considering that Malfoy was, well, a Malfoy, and Malfoys are never messy. It's probably written in some rule book or something, check it out.
He finally zipped up his bag, and proceeded on to swinging it on one shoulder. He looked at himself at the mirror.
"Hot, of course, as always my dear Draco. Leave the hair as is, but fix your robes would you?"
Draco scowled at the enchanted mirror in front of him. The mirror showed his reflection, but it was talking and moving whereas the REAL Draco wasn't.
"Whatever you daft…" Draco stuggled for the right pronoun for the mirror. "..thing" He finished.
The mirror was gay, of course. Why else would it tell the real Draco that he was hot if the mirror was straight?
'I'm surrounded by idiots.'
He glanced at his reflection as he straightened himself. The wrinkled clothes were then magically ironed, and the messy hair was combed, though still in it's ungelled state.
He then heard a weurd growling sound.
'Breakfast it is then.'
It seemed that the gods loved Hermione as much as the fates loves her, which translates to practically nothing.
Needless to say, she was NOT having a good day.
She looked a vampire, really. Pale skin, eyebags, next thing you'll know, she'll be sprouting fangs soon.
She trudged into the library, since it was still another 2 hours till dinner, and all her classes were finished. She opened the bouble doors, and went to her usual table. It was a 4 seater, with 4 armchairs placed in each side. She slipped into one, dropped her bag, and closed her eyes. During times like this, there was only one thing that could console her...
Music.
She opened her bag and took out something triangular, with white strings attached: her iPod. Despite reading Hogwarts: A History countless of times before,she still wanted to find a spell that made electronic devices work inside the castle.
And she found one. She already performed it on her iPod, so she was free to use it whenever she wanted.
She places the earphones to her ears and turned the device on. Simple Plan's Everytime started to pour into her ears.
Peace, at last.
But, not for long. And in this case, trouble comes along with blond(1) hair.
And trouble, apparently, likes music too.
A/N Yes. it's done! I would have updated sooner, but there was something wrong with or my computer.
(1) I know many people think that blond is spelled with an E, but BLONDE is only refering to girls, whereas blond refers to boys