Alright then…on with the story
Summary: Hermione and Ron are dating, but little does Ron know that Hermione secretly wants to kill him. Draco is madly in love with Hermione.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Would JK Rowling be sitting on her computer, writing a story to send to fanfiction? I don't think so…
How dare he! He bumps into me, knocks my bag to the floor, messes up my hair and all he does is kiss me on the cheek? Damn him. Damn Ron and Harry too. In fact, damn the entire goddamn world! Ugh, stupid men. I should become a lesbian…but whats the point? Then you end up hating women too. There's always animals… nah! Stupid thing to say.
Although Crookshanks is starting to look sexy from where I am sitting.
After my little encounter with Hermione. God, I love her name. Hermione. Yes, after that, I walked to my compartment. I sat down and stared out the window, thinking about my holidays. Nothing much happened. Father died, mother ran away, the house elves took over the house and had big orgies everywhere (and when I say everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE) and I thought about Hermione. Pretty boring holidays if you ask me…Oh, here comes Weasley, the resident freak. Who in their right mind would keep a baby who has bright freckles and equally bright red hair? If I was his mother (which, thankfully, im not) I would have put him up for adoption or named him Henry before I send him off to Yugoslavia. Oh well, cant do that.
Yes, so Weasel is here. Great. He says he saw me with Hermione and wants to know what I was doing? Well, ill tell him what I was doing!
I have a bruised eye. Its black and blue. It hurts. Stupid ferret Malfoy. I threatened to hurt him as I saw him come out of a compartment where Hermione was. He punched me! For no reason too! That boy is weird I tell you, weird! He should be shipped off to some mental hospital somewhere, like Yugoslavia! Then, for some reason, after he punched me he stood over me and said "There you go Henry" My name isn't even Henry! I hate that kid.
So, I am standing outside Hermione's compartment, waiting for the bruise to heal so I can confront her about Malfoy. Oh, wait, bruises take days to heal. Right then.
I am in the compartment, towering over her, demanding an answer. She swears nothing happened, but I know better. I tell her to meet me tonight in my room. She refuses. I grab her wrists and scream at her "YOU WILL MEET ME THERE OR ELSE!". I storm out of the room, feeling very satisfied with myself. Tonight, she will be mine. Not Malfoy's. Mine.
Another chapter done. Very short, I know, but that's just how I roll. Read and Review ppl!!
C-brunette