These chapters keep getting longer…
I'm updating pretty much whenever. I want to see this story up here.
Maybe it'll motivate me to write in it.
Me no own, oh no no no, me no own no meow mix.
I don't own any of the references in this chapter, including the oh so subtle hint of JK's Harry Potter characters, plus some major invader zim stuff, some beautiful mind...
Malfoy's not nearly as interesting or mature as he was in the first chapter. To be honest the second chapter was originally the first, but it was so poorly and superficially written i felt the need to add something more... provocative.
The writing witnessed in the first chapter will be breached soon. Things are still casual and depthless, for now.
"…Head Girl Hermione Granger and Head Boy Draco Malfoy."
Stand. Applause. Eat. How droll. This place couldn't get more annoying. Why anyone claps for that cow, I'll never know. Did I just rhyme? Wait… no I didn't… Anyways, of course Mudblood got Head Girl. It's the same initials as her name, duh.
I sat through the stupid sorting, that's more than they should expect from me.
After only a few minutes I'm striding out of the hall.
I'm almost to the dungeons staircase when I hear heels behind me. Shit. There's not a female in the world I could give a shit about right now, and I doubt Snape pulled out the drag this early.
"Mr. Malfoy you can't just leave." McGonagoll. This is going to be so much fun.
"Why not?" I answer dully. What am I suppose to do? Twirl my hair and apologize profusely? I don't think so. Your hair will fall out if you twirl it too much.
"Because she has to show us to our common room." What the hell. I turn around, knowing what I'll see. Well, it looks like she also fixed that stupid clothing situation. Pity, would have been funny to see her trying to explain that one to McGonagoll.
"Greetings Granger." I sneer. Stupid bitch.
McGonagoll's giving me her best menopause face. "Mr. Malfoy if you'll care to follow we shall be at your rooms in time."
"In time for what?" I ask. Again, dully. I can't help it. It's more eloquent to sound disinterested.
McGonagoll opens her mouth a few times and then is content on glaring. Obviously there was nothing to be on time for. "Follow me."
Striding a few paces behind McGonagoll, Granger is suddenly next to me. I glare at her and she glares back, and action as natural for her as it is, I'm sure, for me.
"You didn't have to leave before I even got to eat, Malfoy." She hissed.
I scoff. "Like you can't afford to skip a few meals." Since I said it loudly, McGonagoll glares back at me- no correct that, us and continues along the corridors. Hmmm, if she knows exactly why I said that, and has also noticed Muddy's weight, then perhaps I can torment her about it later. Tell her that her role model noticed it too…
Then again, McGonagoll could have just been pissy about me talking at all. We all know she plays favorites, and I'm sure as hell not one of them.
Granger looks scared shitless that McGonagoll glared at her, doesn't even pay attention to my insult, which wasn't bad. Haha, Granger's afraid of her future self.
"This is where I leave you. The password is unpleasant. With notice you may change it at any time. And we'll remember to tell your better half for you."
Malfoy glared at me. How predictable. He'd lock me out of the rooms in a heartbeat.
Malfoy turned his sneer to me as McGonagoll left. He sarcastically perked and started- "Won't this be-"
"Unpleasant." I stated dully and walked past the portrait of an angry monkey into- nothing.
I grabbed my eyes as I feel to floor, crouched, screaming.
Malfoy walked in from the dark corridor outside and laughed at me.
Squinting, I glared at him. Opening my eyes slowly, I tried to face it again.
Pure, blinding whiteness.
Jesus.
Seeing Malfoy was still chuckling, I sent one last "Fuck you" in his direction.
"LANGUAGE!" screeched a voice behind me.
I jumped, I swear nothing was there a second ago.
I front of me was an odd, glowing spork. Pretty big I might add. Facial structures carved into the actual ladle part, it was probably as tall as me. Which isn't much, but for a spork…
"What the hell are you?" Malfoy asked. Stupid purebred probably has never seen the almighty god of silverware before.
After a quick glare from the spork, "I am lord Volknor. I am here to assist you with your everyday problems and also to teach you how to work your dormitories. I am your instruction manual. I am all that is left of my people." 'Volknor' finished, sounding important.
Malfoy spurted out his response right away. "Your people were instruction manuals?"
Elbowing him in the ribs, I swept a bow before the 'Lord.'
"Only a mudblood would bow down to a spork…"
Sighing, I returned my position and the instruction manual began. "First, I would like you both to-"
"Two things, almighty glowing utensil," Malfoy began, "We don't do anything together. Second, do you have a nickname or something?"
Glaring, Lord Volknor answered, then brightened with an answer to his question. "You may call me Link, as I hope to connect you two in as many ways as possible-"
"Just get on with it," sneered Malfoy. Sure does a lot of that.
Link continued for like the millionth time. "All you have to do is think. If you think about a room with red curtains, you will get a room with red curtains."
Silence. "We had to listen to a glowing spork for that?"
I don't even need to tell you who's speaking anymore.
"Come on Malfoy, let's start with the common room." Closing my eyes, I thought of the Gryffindor common room. Blazing fire, comfy couches, and of course, the Gryffindor colors. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted with what looked like a mix between my blazing fire and the Slytherin dungeons. Gee, who to blame.
"Malfoy, I'm not going to live in such a nasty place!"
He mimicked me. "Malfoy, I'm not going to live in such a nasty place! Oh please Granger, I don't want to live with such a nasty mudblood… oh, damn that's redundant." Mock concern. Dumbass.
"Whatever, lets just think of something together then."
"Hells no, Granger! I'm not going to live with any of your ideas, for all I know it will be full of happy little house elves!" Before I could even object he closed his eyes and it changed again. Cream couches and blue floors and walls. Whatever.
Walking towards a wall, I imagined a door to my room there. Opening said door, I was forced to deal with more blank whiteness.
Think.
Cream walls, black doors and trim, and a green carpet. The room was pretty big in itself. Knowing I wouldn't want to spend time in the common room with Malfoy, I added a fireplace with couches and chairs at one corner and a small black divider that separated it from my bed area, which was merely a large black canopy bed and green nightstands. Next, I gave my room a small bathroom, just a sink and toilet, separated by a more solid-looking black divider.
Then, the best part, after a moment of thinking, I had created another door. Well, no, the door isn't the best part. But behind it was a large library, wall to wall bookshelves, with one of those old timey ladders.
Happy, I gathered clothes from my trunk (which I miniaturized to fit in my pocket) and left for the prefects' bathroom.
Harry woke with a start. His scar was killing him.
Ugh…
Wait…
The dream came running back to him.
He was walking through a portrait… surrounded by dungeon walls…he vaguely remembered a glowing spork…
And then…
Malfoy?!?!
He shook it off.
Not worth retelling, or even remembering.
Merlin's Beard, I'm dreaming about Draco Malfoy and sporks…
Ginny growled.
Classes would be starting today…
Which meant she got to deal with the same losers as last year.
Groaning, she sat up from her bed around the same time as her dorm counterparts.
Strangling her hair into a pony tail, she slugged to the bathroom.
Shower.
Brush hair.
Brush teeth.
Clothes.
Then it's time for fooood.
Finally waking up after her morning routine, she walked from the bathroom to her dorm door.
Yawning, she followed her brain down the steps, running by pure memory of having done this a gazillion times before.
Oomph.
Falling to the floor,Ginny was about to yell at whatever she ran into, whether it be male, female, or door- when she found herself face to face with the most adorable green eyed- curly haired- broad chested charming beauty she had ever laid eyes upon.
He rubbed his forehead and stood up quickly.
She gazed up at him, mouth tactlessly open, and he looked down at her, surprised.
"I'm sorry miss, did I happen to cause your fall?" his eyebrows knitted and he immediately held out his hand to her, which, with a blush, Ginny accepted and was pulled up to him… rather close, she noticed. Suddenly she wished she was wearing better deodorant.
"Ye-yeah, but its ok." She stammered.
Biting his lip (an action which made Ginny's knees a little less stable), he shook his head "No, no I'm so very sorry, I should've been more careful where I was walking… er, running." Ginny noticed a lilt in his voice, an accent…
"Its not your fault, I wasn't paying close attention either…"
"No, its my fault…"
"No its not."
"Well its not your own."
"Sure it is."
"No its not, no lady is as clumsy as I."
Ginny laughed, a loud, honest, belly laugh that certainly woke her up. "You have no idea."
Her counterpart suddenly smiled. "Then give me an idea. Let me apologize to you by taking you to dinner- this weekend, first Hogsmeade trip, Saturday afternoon."
Ginny blinked, surprised. "Are-are you asking me out? On a date?"
He bit his lip… again. "Please say there is not another, please say that fate has allowed me the pleasure of owing a terminally pretty lady dinner... And this time, don't tell me she's a lesbian."
Ginny laughed again, and he smiled at her mirth, running a hand through his light brown locks.
"I'm only joking, m'lady. There was none before you."
Ginny stopped laughing, though not abruptly. She seemed to inspect his gaze for a moment, thinking over his offer.
"Well… Ok, but only because I could never pass up the fries at McEntee's."
He gasped.
Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"McEntee's… You… like… McEntee's…" He placed a hand over his heart. "Oh, this is fate"
He turned to her and grasped her hand, getting down on bended knee.
Ginny only raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"Miss, please, please give me the honor of consuming fat induced fries at McEntee's with you next Saturday night."
Ginny smiled, and picking up on his mannerisms, curtseyed slightly. "T'would be my honor, m'lord. Now please, this talk of comestibles has made my yearning strong…" Ginny stopped, losing her grace. "Erm, for food, I'm not yearning for anything else…"
Blushing, Ginny made to leave, but he stopped her slightly.
"Before you leave for the consumption of a wonderful meal, do you have a name or should I just continue to call you 'Miss?'"
Ginny smiled a little. "Ginny."
He flashed her an amazingly charming smile and a wink. "Max. My friends call me Zeus."
Today's the day, Ron, surprise her.
Ron dragged himself out of bed, knowing perfectly what day it really was.
No, Ron, it's not the first day of school. It's just the perfect day to confront Hermione.
No it's not, she'll want to get ahead of her school work.
Not if you get to her first…
Ugh, get out of my head, I'll do it before breakfast then…
Hermione reached the Hall early, and sat down next to Neville, whom she promptly engaged in meaningless conversation about their summers.
Helping herself to toast and marmalade, she reviewed her schedule.
And nearly spat it back out (erm, the toast, not the schedule…)
Classes with the Slytherins all day.
Transfiguration. Charms. Care of Magical Creatures. Potions. And double DADA.
Ugh. A packed schedule with a bunch of assholes…
Speaking of which, Hermione looked up to someone's eyes on her and saw Millicent Bulstrode practically glaring.
Hermione scowled back, and Millicent snaked her arm around Draco Malfoy, who sat next to her.
Hermione laughed loudly into the near empty hall as Draco jumped at the contact and spilt his porridge all over her shirt.
The pair of them looked up to see Mudblood Granger in hysterics.
Draco scowled.
This day was not starting off well.
For one thing, he thought he had gotten rid of Millicent.
For another, he did not appreciate getting laughed at by the Mudblood.
Thirdly, he didn't like Millicent trying to wipe off the nonexistent porridge on his trousers.
And, most importantly, he had noticed their schedule.
Is this some bullshit stunt of Dumbledore's? Unity?
Ugh…
Harry came into the Great Hall to see Hermione laughing hysterically.
He waved his hand slightly in front of her face.
"…Hermione?"
Hermione looked up at him, and calmed slightly.
"Hey… good morning."
Harry grinned, still looking confused. "Morning… look, about yesterday…"
Hermione shook her head and smiled. "I don't know what happened, but, in the end, nothing happened, ok? I couldn't ever risk our friendship for something so… stupid… besides, you know me. I've got no time for boys, I would end up ignoring them so I could sit in my room and read."
Harry laughed. "I know you too well, Hermione."
Hermione smiled comfortably and hugged him. "You're not going to believe our schedules today…"
But Harry wasn't listening. He had drifted off into space… Yea, just friends, that's what I wanted to say… didn't mean a thing at all, I guess…
Ron stumbled into the Hall and came up to Harry and Hermione as Harry was drifting and Hermione was chattering endlessly about something with porridge and Malfoy…
"…honestly Ron I don't think he's even listening to me."
"Maybe you should pants him and see if he wakes up."
Harry seemed to awake at this, and blushed deeply… wow, he's pretty insecure.
"What did you say?" Harry asked.
Maybe he was thinking about something inappropriate… heheh.
"Nothing important, Harry." Hermione said. Damn, now she's blushing too.
She looked different today… Her hair was a little darker… Curlier though, it looked cute on her. She was wearing a creamy, pale orange sweater underneath her robes. Stop looking there, Ron.
"Umm, Hermione could I talk to you for a minute?"
Hermione looked at him expectantly but kept silent. Finally she sighed. "I assume you mean in private?"
Ron nodded, turning slightly pink.
Harry looked down at his porridge and Hermione stood, and Ron followed her out of the hall.
- (still rons pov)
There was silence… Say something Ron.
"Good morning Hermione."
Hermione raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "Good… morning Ronald."
Oh, no, not the full first name… better say something soon, Ronald
Ron smiled and scratched the back of his head… looked to the floor.
Hermione tilted her head… "Ron did you want to say something?"
Maybe you could just hug her and tell her you love her…
"Umm, so, about yesterday…"
"…yes?"
"Uh… why did you have those marks on your neck after being with Malfoy?"
NO NO NO!!
Hermione looked taken aback. "W-what?"
"Umm, I mean… did something happen?"
Hermione laughed uneasily. "With Malfoy? No, no no…"
More silence…
"Uhh, so what were they from?" He asked.
Hermione blinked slowly at him. "Ron you know that I was dating Kyle this summer…"
She has a boyfriend? Nooo!... wait… did she say that in past tense?... actually that's imperfect tense Oh shut up!
"Was dating? What happened?"
Hermione finally seemed to show some emotion. She scoffed, "'It was fun and all, but I don't think this is working out.' Last day of the summer. Isn't he great?"
Perfect opportunity Ron!
Ron hugged Hermione quickly. "You deserve better. It's ok to cry, you can come to me whenever."
Hermione awkwardly wrapped her arms around Ron's torso. "Um, I think I'll be fine. Perhaps we should get back into the Great Hall before we miss any announcements."
Hermione ducked out of his embrace.
Just tell her!
But Hermione was already gone.