Mon Amante

Chapter 1

Meet Abby

Hermione tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and bit her lip nervously. She was waiting for the answer to come through the window. This whole week she had been waiting impatiently for the note to come, and today was the day. The moment of truth. The day she would find out if her motion had come through. She was still working with her idea of S.P.E.W, and she had sent a letter into Dumbledore, requesting if she could have her own kitchen in her Head quarters, allowing her to make her own food. That would leave the house elves to tend to the students who didn't care about elf rights.

One day people would see the light and set house elves free, to let them live the life they wanted.

'Till then, she was Hermione Jane Granger, Head Girl of Hogwarts, an overworking, over achieving student.

She walked over to her desk, leaning her head on her left hand. She twirled the quill in her hand, ready to reply with whatever answer came through the window. No matter what it was, she would still believe strongly in her opinions. She was a girl with morals, a girl who believed she could change the world one day.

But for now it was Elf Rights. Making muggleborns equal to purebloods was another dream that would have to wait until she became apart of the Wizengamot, one of her lifetime goals that she was sure she could achieve if she just stayed focused and pushed everything else out of her mind.

It was really hard to do so without someone to keep her level headed. Someone she could go and talk to when she was stressed. Carrying all these responsibilities was hard, and she was certain she could do it. She had to do it if she wanted to accomplish all the goals she had set for herself. Its just that sometimes it was hard, and she needed someone to be there for her.

But of course she had the roommate from hell, Abby Morgan. She was new to the school. She transferred from an American school, moving with her rich, pureblooded family. She was crowned the school slut the minute she walked in through the huge oak doors. Just the way she walked with the sense that everyone was below her made her seem superficial. She was always scantily dressed, even to classes. She somehow managed to make her school uniform look slutty. She had already had about three or four boyfriends that very month. She probably just screwed them and left them tied to the bed. But, no matter what she did with them, she always made Hermione feel worse than she already felt. And the fact that she had to share a room with her because her quarters where adjoined with the Prefects made her oh so more annoying..

Hermione had never had a boyfriend. She wasn't a prude or anything, she just never found anybody intellectually and physically appealing all at once. It might have been too much to ask, but she could dream right? Nobody at Hogwarts was really worth it anyways...

But Abby pushed the sense of being a prude to a whole new level. When their teacher for their new class, Sex Ed, showed a video on the No Glove, No Love issue, Hermione personally thought it was gross to be watching a guy strapping on condoms. It just wasn't the way she wanted to pass the time. Abby had caught her disgusted appearance and told her she should learn because someone might try to make a move on her. Abby also said since I was too self indulged that should make sure I don't get 'knocked up'.

It's not like she jumped every guy she saw, unlike some certain roommates. She was saving herself for the right moment. That may sound cheesy and romantic, but at least she won't be getting pregnant any time soon..

Hermione heard a rustling noise and turned around to find the owl perched on the window sill. She walked over to it, running her smooth hand over its small head. She cooed softly, easing the note off of its leg. She fed it some owl nip and closed the window as soon as it flew off. She walked back to her desk and flicked the switch for the lights. She sat down, and carefully opened the letter, sealed with the Hogwarts crest. She smiled when she felt the smooth parchment touch her tired hands. She was about to turn it over to read when she heard a bang and something soft fall onto her head.

She reached up, grabbed the object, and brought it down to eye level. She saw that someone had thrown a shirt. A very, very small shirt onto her head...

"Abby Morgan! This has got to stop! I think I can be considered the hamper after all the times I've found clothes on my head!" Hermione screamed, dropping the parchment onto the desk and getting up angrily from her chair.

Abby pulled away from her man whore of the week and turned to look at Hermione, wide eyed. "Why do you care if I dump clothes on you? Make good use of that shirt and wear it on your next date, if you even get one.." She smirked.

Hermione cringed. Of all the rude things she could say at the moment, she had to pull the prude card. Hermione realized that she had never had a boyfriend or a first kiss, and she was nearing her eighteenth birthday, but Abby didn't have to rub it in her face every bloody minute of the day!

"Why you little.." Hermione started. She walked over to Abby, who was currently lip locked with Jason Knightely, Ravenclaw, and detached her from him. She dragged her out of the room and into the corridor of their common room, who they shared with the prefects and the Head Boy.

"What was that for?" Abby cried, yanking her arm from Hermione's grip. "I was going to get some action tonight!"

"I have no idea why they named you prefect.." Hermione started, "But I need you to hear me out. I was doing something very important in that room, and I didn't need you to interrupt my train of thought and come in, practically dry humping your boyfriend of the week!"

"Oh, so you do know what it is?" Abby smirked.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, seeing as you're a prude and all, I didn't think you would know what we were doing in there. I was just trying to help your grade in Sex Ed.." She explained innocently, her eyes baring pure evil.

"My grades are perfectly fine..and this conversation was not about that! I need you to stop barging into our room every so often, more like every night, making out! I'm always busy with homework or something, and you always interrupt! Will you just please find somewhere else to screw, because I'm busy!"

"Hey! It's my room too. Don't tell me what I can or cannot do! I have every right to do what I please in there, and that is entirely up to me. So take your nosey ass and study somewhere else!"

"I'm surprised you know what studying is.." Hermione reiterated.

Abby just narrowed her eyes and stomped her way into the room. She came back out with Jason's arm firmly gripped between her fingers. She dragged him down the stairs and out of the common room.

"Finally!" Hermione cried. She ran her hands through her hair and walked back into her room. She plopped her exhausted body onto the bed, her face buried in the pillow.

"Finally what?" A deep voice asked from the doorway.

"Oh god.." Hermione moaned. She turned over and looked to her bystander, and came face to face with Draco Malfoy, Head Boy at Hogwarts.

"What? Did I ruin the surprise? Should I come back in and do it again?" He smirked.

"Whatever. What do you want?" She asked tiredly, rubbing away the sleepy haze overcoming her eyes.

"Just came to see what Morgan had done again. Seems to me she's been doing someone every night for the past week."

"You mean something?"

"I spoke correctly."

"I suppose your right.." She giggled.

"What did she do now?"

"I was in the middle of reading the most important piece of parchment in my entire life, and she comes in dry humping her beau of the week!" Hermione ranted.

"Dry humping? I'm surprised you know what that is.." He trailed off.

"Why does everyone say that? Abby said that too. Do I act like a prude? Is it the way I dress, because I can change the way I dress if its-,"

"Just shut up. We all know you haven't gone any farther than a kiss. Let's leave it at that."

Hermione blushed. "I..I..well..you see..it's really complicated actually..-,"

"You haven't even kissed anyone?" Draco asked incredulously.

Hermione averted her gaze elsewhere, blushing a deep shade of red.

"So the rumors are true?"

Hermione's head snapepd up. "Rumours?"

"Are you socially inept?"

"Stop! Stop! Just leave! I don't need this at the moment! I was in the middle of something very important, anddon't need you to make things worse. Out!"

Draco raised his hands in surrender and backed out of the room.

"Men.." She muttered.

She walked back to her desk, and picked up the parchment. She was about to unfold it when..

"I can't believe that guy!"

Hermione sighed frustratedly, and turned around in her chair. "What happened now?"

"I left the room for one minute, and when I came back, that slut Pansy was all over him!"

"You should expect that from her.." Hermione muttered, turning back to her parchment.

"What?"

"She's a whore. If you were sitting right there she still would have jumped him. Just let it go.."

"I can't! He seemed like a good lay!"

"That doesn't mean you have to obsess over him. I'm sure another one will come along," Hermione cringed inwardly.

"Yea, I guess your right." She sighed, sitting on her bed. She kicked off her shoes and got underneath the covers.

"You know you don't have to lay everyone concerning the male population."