A/N: Okay, so this would be my first time writing a fic. please bear with
my "creativity". =)
The characters, unfortunately, aren't mine. *sighs*
Anyways, here it goes.
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Seventh year is great. I'm Head Girl, I've got the best friends in the world, and I've got the highest grades in my whole batch. What else could I ask for? I don't know. Somehow I'm a bit bored with my life at the moment. Okay, I admit Seventh year isn't that great, but still. Oh, and I also admit that Harry, Ron and I aren't that close anymore, but we're still best friends, right? And I'm positive that I've got the highest grades, probably in the whole school, not to brag about it.
I remembered the trip on our way to Hogwarts. Harry and Ron kept babbling about what happened at the Burrow. It was pretty boring, actually. I mean, I was there after all. They didn't have to remind me of what happened. The whole summer Ron and Harry just trained for the Quidditch season, which was about three months into the school year. Talk about excited. Plus, they kept complaining on how hard I study.
"No wonder your hair's so bushy, Mione. I mean, all day, that's all you do. Study, study, study. You need a break!" Ron's words ran through my head. I ran my fingers through my hair consciously, thinking that my hair's not that bushy. Actually, if Ron didn't notice, it was now sleek and shiny. He needs glasses, like Harry.
"Ron's right you know. Why don't we go for a ride?" Harry told me. Harry was sweet, in a different way. He kept inviting me to ride with him and Ron on their broomsticks. But I never told them my little fear of heights. Oh well, I guess they should have figured out by now. Not that it's a secret.
Yawning, I stretched from my comfy position on the couch in the library. I was there for a bit of 'light reading', as always. My homework for the day was finished and I'm bored. I relaxed with one of my legs under me, causing my skirt to hike up a bit. I was there without my robes, just a plaid skirt, a white button-up blouse and doll shoes.
"Ooohh, Granger's showing some leg. Real pretty, considering you're nothing but a mudblood." A deep voice whispered into my ear. I whipped my head back in the direction of the voice, and faced two of the deepest grey orbs I've ever seen.
"Shut up Malfoy. What do you want.?" I replied coldly.
"McGonagall's looking for you. Meeting. Hurry up too. Wouldn't want to lose precious points because a mudblood was late for a meeting." Malfoy drawled.
"Can't you earn those points back at the Quidditch match in a few months? Oh, I forgot, you could never win against Gryffindor," I said, getting up and putting back the book I was reading. The shelf it was in was a little high, and I swear I felt Malfoy's eyes on my legs.
We walked out of the library and on towards McGonagall's office. I discreetly glanced at Malfoy, then down towards his badge. I frowned at this. Why does he get to be Head Boy when he didn't work hard for it? That was so unfair. I thought of all the hard work I did for six years to get this position, and he just practically buys the position.! Unfair.
"Gee Granger, I know I'm gorgeous. You don't have to drool over me though."
I didn't notice that I was staring at him until he spoke.
I blushed furiously then muttered under my breath, "Fuck you ferret."
"Did our little Granger just swear?" Malfoy answered with a smirk. Ooohh, how I hate that smirk. I refrained from smacking it off his face as I replied. "Why you so surprised? Can't I swear? Last time I checked I could. See? Fuck you Malfoy." I raised a brow and smirked back at the surprised look I got from Malfoy.
"What else does little Granger do that we don't know?" Malfoy whispered in my ear as he stepped closer. Damn, such a sexy voice that man has. Along with a sexy bod- I'm not thinking that! Oh, well. at least no one could hear me.
"Well, that's for me to know, and for you to find out." I said then walked away, making sure I swayed my hips. So sue me! I was flirting with bad boy Malfoy. And forgive my line, I know it's old! "Besides, I wasn't drooling over you, I was thinking how much your father paid of your position."
"My father did not pay anyone to get me this title, Granger. You don't know how hard I worked to get this title." His sex-. his voice was so soft, yet I could hear it so clearly. "Really.?" I said, still walking, not facing him.
Strong arms grabbed me at the waist and turned me around to face the two deepest grey orbs I've ever seen. We stood there for a few moments, me in his arms, standing close together, noses almost touching.
"Really." He whispered in that 'oh so sexy' voice. Time seemed to slow was our noses touched and inch by inch our lips closed the gap between us. Our lips barely brushed when he suddenly let go of me.
"Wha-.?" I stood there shocked as I watched Draco Malfoy walk away from me. 'What just happened?' I frowned. That wasn't supposed to happen! Actually, I don't know what really was supposed to happen. My face was flushed, and I felt hot. Sighing, I followed Malfoy towards McGonagall's office. I licked my lips, thinking of what happened, the scene going on reruns.
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We walked down the halls and soon reached our destination. We stood in front of a portrait of a young girl with pigtails reading from a large book.
"Hogwarts", I said to the girl in the painting. The girl nodded and smiled at Draco and me as she let us in.
"Finally, the Heads are here. Please take a seat, both of you." Professor McGonagall said to both of us. "You have a lot of work to do, both of you. You have to plan the Hogsmeade trips, the Halloween Ball, the Yule Ball and other occasions. I know both of you could do a wonderful job planning these. Any questions?" Professor McGonagall said.
Both of us shook our heads and Professor McGonagall dismissed us.
Sighing, I though of all the work I would have to do. No way was I letting Malfoy mess up my plans! I was too busy thinking ahead that I nearly walked into a few walls. Actually, I didn't know where I was going, I just kept on walking, and walking, and walking.
Until someone grabbed me by my waist.
"What the-..?" I managed to let out before I was pushed into the wall. In the dimness of the hall I peered into the face of my assailant.
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A/N: Any good? Please R&R. should I continue? It's up to the reviews I get.
Anyways, here it goes.
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Seventh year is great. I'm Head Girl, I've got the best friends in the world, and I've got the highest grades in my whole batch. What else could I ask for? I don't know. Somehow I'm a bit bored with my life at the moment. Okay, I admit Seventh year isn't that great, but still. Oh, and I also admit that Harry, Ron and I aren't that close anymore, but we're still best friends, right? And I'm positive that I've got the highest grades, probably in the whole school, not to brag about it.
I remembered the trip on our way to Hogwarts. Harry and Ron kept babbling about what happened at the Burrow. It was pretty boring, actually. I mean, I was there after all. They didn't have to remind me of what happened. The whole summer Ron and Harry just trained for the Quidditch season, which was about three months into the school year. Talk about excited. Plus, they kept complaining on how hard I study.
"No wonder your hair's so bushy, Mione. I mean, all day, that's all you do. Study, study, study. You need a break!" Ron's words ran through my head. I ran my fingers through my hair consciously, thinking that my hair's not that bushy. Actually, if Ron didn't notice, it was now sleek and shiny. He needs glasses, like Harry.
"Ron's right you know. Why don't we go for a ride?" Harry told me. Harry was sweet, in a different way. He kept inviting me to ride with him and Ron on their broomsticks. But I never told them my little fear of heights. Oh well, I guess they should have figured out by now. Not that it's a secret.
Yawning, I stretched from my comfy position on the couch in the library. I was there for a bit of 'light reading', as always. My homework for the day was finished and I'm bored. I relaxed with one of my legs under me, causing my skirt to hike up a bit. I was there without my robes, just a plaid skirt, a white button-up blouse and doll shoes.
"Ooohh, Granger's showing some leg. Real pretty, considering you're nothing but a mudblood." A deep voice whispered into my ear. I whipped my head back in the direction of the voice, and faced two of the deepest grey orbs I've ever seen.
"Shut up Malfoy. What do you want.?" I replied coldly.
"McGonagall's looking for you. Meeting. Hurry up too. Wouldn't want to lose precious points because a mudblood was late for a meeting." Malfoy drawled.
"Can't you earn those points back at the Quidditch match in a few months? Oh, I forgot, you could never win against Gryffindor," I said, getting up and putting back the book I was reading. The shelf it was in was a little high, and I swear I felt Malfoy's eyes on my legs.
We walked out of the library and on towards McGonagall's office. I discreetly glanced at Malfoy, then down towards his badge. I frowned at this. Why does he get to be Head Boy when he didn't work hard for it? That was so unfair. I thought of all the hard work I did for six years to get this position, and he just practically buys the position.! Unfair.
"Gee Granger, I know I'm gorgeous. You don't have to drool over me though."
I didn't notice that I was staring at him until he spoke.
I blushed furiously then muttered under my breath, "Fuck you ferret."
"Did our little Granger just swear?" Malfoy answered with a smirk. Ooohh, how I hate that smirk. I refrained from smacking it off his face as I replied. "Why you so surprised? Can't I swear? Last time I checked I could. See? Fuck you Malfoy." I raised a brow and smirked back at the surprised look I got from Malfoy.
"What else does little Granger do that we don't know?" Malfoy whispered in my ear as he stepped closer. Damn, such a sexy voice that man has. Along with a sexy bod- I'm not thinking that! Oh, well. at least no one could hear me.
"Well, that's for me to know, and for you to find out." I said then walked away, making sure I swayed my hips. So sue me! I was flirting with bad boy Malfoy. And forgive my line, I know it's old! "Besides, I wasn't drooling over you, I was thinking how much your father paid of your position."
"My father did not pay anyone to get me this title, Granger. You don't know how hard I worked to get this title." His sex-. his voice was so soft, yet I could hear it so clearly. "Really.?" I said, still walking, not facing him.
Strong arms grabbed me at the waist and turned me around to face the two deepest grey orbs I've ever seen. We stood there for a few moments, me in his arms, standing close together, noses almost touching.
"Really." He whispered in that 'oh so sexy' voice. Time seemed to slow was our noses touched and inch by inch our lips closed the gap between us. Our lips barely brushed when he suddenly let go of me.
"Wha-.?" I stood there shocked as I watched Draco Malfoy walk away from me. 'What just happened?' I frowned. That wasn't supposed to happen! Actually, I don't know what really was supposed to happen. My face was flushed, and I felt hot. Sighing, I followed Malfoy towards McGonagall's office. I licked my lips, thinking of what happened, the scene going on reruns.
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We walked down the halls and soon reached our destination. We stood in front of a portrait of a young girl with pigtails reading from a large book.
"Hogwarts", I said to the girl in the painting. The girl nodded and smiled at Draco and me as she let us in.
"Finally, the Heads are here. Please take a seat, both of you." Professor McGonagall said to both of us. "You have a lot of work to do, both of you. You have to plan the Hogsmeade trips, the Halloween Ball, the Yule Ball and other occasions. I know both of you could do a wonderful job planning these. Any questions?" Professor McGonagall said.
Both of us shook our heads and Professor McGonagall dismissed us.
Sighing, I though of all the work I would have to do. No way was I letting Malfoy mess up my plans! I was too busy thinking ahead that I nearly walked into a few walls. Actually, I didn't know where I was going, I just kept on walking, and walking, and walking.
Until someone grabbed me by my waist.
"What the-..?" I managed to let out before I was pushed into the wall. In the dimness of the hall I peered into the face of my assailant.
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A/N: Any good? Please R&R. should I continue? It's up to the reviews I get.