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Hey Everyone, yeah I'm back after a few years :P
Haha, not funny, I know. But I have revised chapter three for I believe it was my worst chapter ever, I actually like this chapter now. I have not given up on this story, I have a ton of new ideas for it, hopefully all my old readers will continue reading, I'm sorry for the prolonged wait.
My New Life As A Malfoy.
Chapter 3- Somewhere I Belong.
Hermione, the rest of the Malfoys, and Blaise Zabani jumped out of the car at their front steps, while the limo driver went around back and parked the muggle car in their garage.
'Who would of ever thought the Malfoys would even think about
muggle things' Hermione thought.
She walked up the steps with
her four or five suitcases floating behind her while Blaise opened
the door.
"Why thank you, Blaise." She said, thinking,
'He's only being nice to me because i'm pretty now'
She made it into the house, and something just clicked, a song
started to form in her mind, she told herself to remember it so she
could write it down in her new room.
"Maddie... oh
Maddie...?" Asked Draco waving a hand in front of her tranced
eyes.
"Ugh! You bloody idiot, you made me completely forget
it!" She Screamed.
Draco backed up a bit as if he was scared, yet still wore the Malfoy
scowl.
"Oh, wait, nevermind, I remember it now!"
Hermione said with a smile and started dazing out again.
Draco and
Blasie shook their heads and the broke out laughing, which brought
Hermione back down to earth.
"What the bloody hell are you
laughing at!" Screamed Hermione, which made the boys fall into
hysterics and drop to the floor laughing.
"Ugh, I can't
believe i'm a Malfoy, I am NOTHING like you, I may look like you, but
just think... If I was never found to be your twin, what would next
year look like? Another year of hell? And you Blaise, you never even
glanced my way, untill my apperance changed. I don't belong here, I
belong with the Grangers." Hermione stated while marching out of
the ballroom and up the steps, muttering to herself, saying stupid
life, stupid boys, stupid, stupid stupid.
"Wow," Blaise
said with an astonished face. "She has a point, if she didn't
change, we still would of dispised her." "Yeah, I think
your right" Draco said looking down at his feet, feeling guilty
of ever doing that to his own blood, his twin sister.
Five Minutes Later;
Hermione seemed to find her room okay. It was perfect, the walls were a white with light pink large polka dots, the paneling was light pink and the celing had aulternating colors of lightpink white and black in meduim sized squares, inside the white blocks were music notes. Her bed was a gorgeous white satin see through canopy. Her bed set matched her walls, a blanket with pink polka dots covering it was spread over her bed, underneath that was music notes, tehre was even a pillow with a keyboard on it, fake of course. All of her things from the Grangers seemed to be tehre already, along with some things she never saw before. After taking all this in, out of her closet came a German Shephard puppy, with a pink bow around her neck with a tag, it read, "Dear Maddie, this puppy right here is for you, I know you may feel alone at this house, after not living your whole life here like Draco has, so I wanted you to have your own personal friend. You may name her whatever you like. Love you sweetie, Mom."
"Aw, hey little princess, your adorable" Hermione said as the dog started running around the room chasing her tail.
"Hahaha, you are quite funny, what should I name you.., hmm, you sure do look like a princess, how about that?" The dog didn't look to happy with that name. "How about... I know a great one! Roxanne Oz, Roxy for short, how about that name?" The Shepherd wagged her tail at that. "Roxy it is, but right now girl I need to get organized and finally write down my song, want to help?" Roxy turned her head in a cute confused manner, walked in a circle and layed down.
Hermione laughed, "okay I guess it's all up to me"
At
the moment the CD her band produced was playing, Hermione was the
lead singer and kept a notebook of all the songs she had made up.
As
she found her notebook she remembered the song that was going through
her head earlier, and took out a pen and began writing.
Once
Hermione was satisfied with what she had acomplished after the many
scibbles and tarring of papers with an overflowing wastebasket she
set her pen down and closed her book.
'I really don't belong
here,' Hermione thought before driffting off to sleep.
