A/N: Hello duckies, it's Alisia. Lmao at first ths chapter was going to be called, Ze Ferst Dey Vith Ze Noot Job, but i couldn't find anything in the chapter that could relate to that. Then i came up with , My First Day, and I'm like...no way in hell. And then I suddenly went with , Fall May Cause Extreme Pervertedness, and I'm like now we're getting somewhere. My friend wanted it longer so it became, Fall May Cause Extreme Pervertedness, Good News is Winter is a man!. I didn't feel the 'oomph' in that title so i changed it up again, Fall May Cause Extreme Horniness, Good News is Winter Has Condoms!. Then i thought that since i was writing in teens section i don't think i could put that so i rewrote the finishing title,...WHICH IS ON THE BOTTOM OF THIS A/N :DDD! Enjoy, xoxo Alisia P.S. Wish all Dramione shippers and everyone who reads a Happy New Years~
Dramione Fanfic: Another Weird Love Story
Chapter 4: Fall May Cause Extreme Horniness, Good News is Winter Has Birthcontrol!
It was lunch time and students were already crowding the corridors and running towards the dining hall. The things these people will do for food. I was pushed over multiple times and someone stomped on my feet twice. 'Oh that's it!!!' I shouted in my head. I quickly dragged Harry and Ron through the crowd, not caring who got in my way. "OUT OF MY WAY!" I yelled impatiently, while pushing through the crowd. I swear the girl in back of us, who was five times bigger than me, growled.
As the dining hall filled up, students began chatting with their friends, waiting for the rest of the teachers who weren't here already. My eyes wondered towards the group I saw yesterday. They were laughing excitedly as their Queen Bee strutted bravely towards their "Prince". Her hips were purposely swaying and catching the eyes of random males in the cafeteria. 'Oh puh-leaze, even moaning myrtle can do better than you!' I sneered at her, maybe a little out of jealousy.
"Oh Draco, what did you do over the Summer Break?" Astoria asked, using her "Luring" expression at him while batting her unusually long lashes. 'Are those fake or what!?' I screamed in my mind.
He looked up at her for a moment before saying, "I lived…" his stern eyes watched her, unimpressed. Everyone could probably have heard her heart crack.
She stared at him blankly before saying, "Oh that sounds like fun!" '…'
He stared at her before rolling his eyes and looking away.
She slowly (limped) walked back to her group of girls and started sobbing,
"HE HATES ME!" she cried to her friends. They consoled her, but still their eyes drifted to their prince of darkness in admiration.
'Why would girls like that type of guy? He's such a jerk.' I thought to myself as my eyes wondered towards the direction of said jerk. However, right next to him sat the boy she met the other day. Blaise, now he was something else. Nice, charming, hot, intelligent, hot, alluring, hot, did I mention hot yet?
"Hahhhh" I sighed out loud. His gaze suddenly directed towards me. They stayed on my eyes for a moment before winking childishly and turning back to his lunch. There was a stray sign of a blush on his face, but that quickly disappeared as I noticed another pair of eyes on me; Malfoy's who was sitting next to Blaise. He sent me a terrifying glare and continued talking to Blaise.
"Don't stare at him too long Hermione, you'll be caught in his web of lies." Harry said, pulling me back to reality.
"He's right Hermione; no one has a chance with Draco Malfoy." Lavender told me.
"Why not?" I asked, not seriously interested.
"Because…he's Draco Malfoy." Lavender said looking at me like I was an idiot. "He receives hundreds of gifts and love letters every day, but he never opens them. He usually hands them out for everyone to take." Lavender pushed her hair back with her hand. "I guess you could say he doesn't care."
"Then why would they waste their time buying him things?" Hermione pondered the question to herself.
"Well I'm pretty sure they already know that he won't open their cards or eat their cookies. But they do it anyways because…I guess they think it's a game. If he reads one of their cards or eats their cookies that they baked with their affection then…" she smiled at her before continuing,
"They win."
As the last of my classes passed, I went in my own direction. The sun was already setting and in an hour or so the last remains of light would disappear altogether. The Quidditch pitch was frighteningly cold. It was the middle of fall and the breezy winds were not remorseful as they blew cold air at my face and my hands. Since I wasn't here last year, or the year before, I was admitted into flying classes for the next two weeks, poor me. I had a phobia for flying; I don't like the feeling of not touching the ground. Since god did not make humans into birds, it's only understandable that we keep our feet ON THE GROUND!
Madame Hooch was already outside with all the little first years. She saw me coming and stopped talking.
"Hello Miss. Granger, Dumbledore has informed me of your required Flying lessons. Since I already have enough students in my class as it is, you will be taught by Mr. Malfoy for the next two weeks." I gasped out loud. Malfoy? As in Draco Malfoy!?
"Is there something wrong with that? I assure you he's a trained professional." She raised her eyebrow and pursued her lips. I shook my head, "No ma'am", declining the opportunity to complain. YES HE HATES ME! He's going to kill me slowly using a broom and he's going to toss me off the London Bridge to die!
"Well perfect, he's in the locker room getting ready. He'll be coming out soon enough, wait here." Madame Hooch then walked off with her pack. I sat on a bench and waited for Malfoy in the cold evening air of the Quidditch pitch. Minutes…half hour…maybe hours passed before I realized he wasn't coming. I walked pass the boy's locker room to hear moaning sounds. I slowly walked in expecting Malfoy in a pool of blood but instead…
There was Malfoy and Astoria sitting on one of the locker's benches. She was sitting comfortably on his lap and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. They were…Thank Merlin…both fully clothed.
The room barely had any light except for the lamp that was interestingly positioned only on them. She drifted closer to him and kissed him wantonly. He made no attempt to reciprocate her kiss and she finally got frustrated, using her hands she pulled closer to his head. He grunted and finally kissed her back, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and dug her red fingernails into the back of his robes
I stepped back and hid in the darkness of the locker room. Something in me felt bad, like I wasn't supposed to be watching this. 'Get out…get out of there! What are you waiting for!? Why are you being so perverted?!' My conscience shrieked at me as I continued watching them. My face was a mixture of pink and red. I adjusted my glasses and looked back at them, somewhat addicted at watching Malfoy.
After a few minutes of making out, he detached his lips and whispered something to her ear. She pulled back gazing dreamily at him. She slowly arched her back and bared her pale neck for him. He slowly bent forward and I leaned in to see what he was doing but out of pure luck I accidentally dropped one of my new quills.
The couple both gasped and looked around the room.
"Oh bollocks…" I mumbled under my breath. With my right hand on my glasses and my other hand holding onto my schoolbag, I slowly stepped back and started sprinting out the door like a bat out of hell! I could hear quick stomps trailing me which made me run quicker.
I was halfway towards Hogwarts before I started slowing down. I looked back towards the empty looking Quidditch pitch trying to see if someone followed me, but suddenly WHAM, I bumped into someone's hard chest. My heart felt like it was about to fall out of my chest before I gulped and slowly raised my head. There stood Blaise Zabini in a Slytherin turtle neck and black trousers.
He smirked at me before saying, "Surprised cara?"
"Oh hello Blaise! No, I am not surprised. Wh- why would you say that! Ahahaha!!!" I said, hoping my smile was convincing. Blaise raised an eyebrow at me before holding out his hand.
"Dinner is about to start, would you like me to escort you back? A pretty girl like you shouldn't be out here at a time like this." he said in that sexy, Italian accent. The affects of it made me shiver from head to toe, or was it because it was freezing cold outside. He offered his arm and I took it excitedly, accepting his invitation. Unbeknownst to me that someone was watching my steps carefully from the highest building of Hogwarts, holding one of my quills in a tight grip.