Heya guys. Firstly apologies to all of you who have waited so very patiently the next installment of I Guess We're Roomies. Before you start chucking things at us I just want to say it was all Don's fault. Not mine. Hers. Got it? Commence throwing.
peels bana skin off head I said at Don. shakes fist Well, since some of you are getting quite agitated due to this excessive amount of talking I wont delay you any further. I present to you the next chapter of I Guess We're Roomies!
Draco.
This is getting ridiculous. All of a sudden, Blaise and Weaslette appear while I and Granger are singing a stupid duet. I hate that song. HEY! Wait…. If Blaise and Weasel Girl are here, they can help us get out, so we don't have to do those stupid tasks!
"Hey Blaise! How did you get in here?" I asked my friend.
"Well, me and Ginny here were bickering while doing our prefect duties and then suddenly we fell through this trap and we caught you and singing the loovee duet!" snickered the soon to be dead man.
"GINNY! That's her name. Me and Granger got in here after bickering too, we were in the library and like there was this whole disaster and the crazy librarian came who thought we did it so we ran and came here. I think it's a pretty funny predicament. Oh! And we can't get out before we complete a series of ta-" Draco was cut off because there was suddenly a big wall between Draco and Hermione and Ginny and Blaise.
"Ginny!" shouted the Banshee woman.
"It's no use…" I said after knocking on the wall a couple of time. I think it was sound proof and everything.
"I guess there is nothing left to do other than finish that stupid duet…" said Hermione while making circles with her foot on the floor. I rolled my eyes, its like that girl actually liked singing that goddamn song with me. Did she?
"Gosh Granger, its like you LIKE singing that goddamn song with me!" I said, voicing my thoughts. Granger turned a bright red color, like the color of Weaslette's hair. Damn, I forgot her name again!
"N-no I don't!" she stuttered. I roll my eyes yet again and just sit down on an overstuffed chair that just appeared. This is a sad, sad predicament! I laugh silently as I remember that this is as funny as the time when Potter destroyed all the horcruxes, and he came to Hogwarts for a rest. Then for the heck of it he went to the middle of the Great Hall screamed "ACCIO VOLDEMORT!" …. Then came Voldemort flying in with a pink towel around his waist and a shower cap even though he is bald with soap suds on him! I don't know how he managed to grab that towel before Harry violently 'accioed him' I still get nightmares at the mere thought of Voldemort in a fluffy pink towel. Next thing you know he'll be wearing fluffy pink bunny slippers and running around singing songs of joy and happiness. I hear a strange noise coming for Granger, it sounded like a stifled giggle. Well, it was a stifled giggle. "Granger what was that stifled giggle for..?" I asked. "Well you know, the authors of this story think you are this really hot guy with all this silky blonde hair and sexy muscles, but your just a puny little boy…" said Granger. 'I AM NOT A PUNY LITTLE BOY GRANGER! I work out…" I said offended. It's true! I do work out! "Yeah, whatever. I just hope the don't think you got muscles from 'Quidditch" she said stupidly. "Well duh you don't get muscles from Quidditch! All you do is sit on a broom and fly around. We need to work hard to get muscles!" I say whilst flexing my muscles. I'm thinking of giving them names. "I think the authors are smart enough to know that you don't get them from Quidditch.." said Granger. YES! THE AUTHORS! MAYBE THEY CAN GET US OUT OF THIS PREDICAMENT! I voice this thought to Granger and she just rolls her eyes. "Malfoy, the authors are the ones who got us into this predicament, you really don't think that they'll help us get out. I bet they are going to wait until we snog each other senseless before letting us out. I bet Dumbledore put them up to this…" said Granger. Man, she is the brightest witch of our age. Why didn't I figure that out? I'm sure the Dumbledore paid the authors or something. "HEY DRACO WE DON'T GET PAID!" say the authors from some deep crevice from the ceiling. I look at Granger and she's looking around bewildered like me. "Where did those voices come from?" she asked. I decide to have a little fun. "What voices Granger? Are my devilishly good looks driving you insane?" I ask. If I had longer hair, I'd flip it. She rolls her eyes, yet again. She tends to do that a lot. "No Draco… I don't think your … looks are driving me insane. Its probably being stuck with someone like you that is driving me insane…" she sighed. She said Draco… That's strange, usually she calls me "Malfoy" or ferret face or something impersonal. I like the way it rolled off her tongue. Drraccoo. Drracco. "… Fine Hermione!" I said. It took me sometime to control myself into saying her name, not some insult… like Banshee woman. That still cracks me up. "You called me Hermione..!" she said. She said it like I ended world hunger or something. "You called me Draco…!" I said, mocking her tone. She just gave me a wary smile. I don't think I'm having the same affect on her like I used to. That is definitely not good. "Snog her senseless…." I hear. From where? I bet it's the stupid authors again. Gosh stop talking to us… So before I was rudely interrupted by the authors of this story, like I said, I'm losing my touch… And we still have to sing that stupid duet. I hate duets… Especially that one. And I Mean, its like the first task too! We have what, four more to go. Life is unfair. Really really unfair. "So Granger, let's get on with that song…" I said warily. I bet she almost fell out of her chair out of excitement… I would if I were her. Imagine her luck, being able to sing with the one and only Draco Malfoy….
Don: Suspensful! See guys, we changed it because you all were complaining so next chapter will be Hermione POV
Kat: Yep! I'll be writing that. Hopefully it will be up sooner because Don just moved!
Don: Mhm. Wellps! REVIEW! Draco says so.