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A Dramione FanFiction
Granger's back was turned facing out the window, looking out at the pouring rain that was falling. Her usual mess of hair was slicked back and dripping wet.
"I hope you realise that you will both have to face the consequences. Duelling is a serious offence. Both of you are Heads of your House! You should know better!" Professor McGonagall chastised.
"I'm really sorry Professor." Hermione turned to face McGonagall, "I should know better." Hermione's face was full of regret. What a suck up. I stood up from the desk, wiped the wet hair from my eyes, and adjusted my shirt, which was now completely ripped thanks to Granger's Diffindo charm, that utter witch.
"Yeah, Professor, I will never do it again." I added.
"I hope so Mr Malfoy. Now, I will not be deducting points, because I feel you will not learn anything, instead you both will be serving three months detention."
My mouth dropped.
"Oh come on!" I shouted.
"Do you wish it to be six months Mr Malfoy?" McGonagall asked, raising an eyebrow. I backed down.
"Of-of course not."
"Good, now you will both start detention tonight. My office at 7pm."
Both Granger and I nodded and McGonagall left us in the classroom by ourselves.
"I hope you're happy!" Granger cried, turning to face me, her arms crossed.
"Oh yeah, I'm real happy." I said sarcastically, flopping back down on the desk. She let out a growl and placed her hands on her hips. Holy fuck. I closed my eyes tight and opened them again. Was that a nipple I could see through that shirt? Since when did Granger stop wearing a bra?
"What are you staring at?" Snapped Granger.
"Uh, nothing." I stuttered. I looked up at her face. Wow, she was looking almost attractive. I shook my head. My sight must be off or something. I did take a hard fall at one point. I collected myself and stormed out of the room.
I looked out the window at the gathering storm. That damn Malfoy! He had used a Glisseo spell on the stairs at the Entrance Hall, causing me to go sliding right out the door into the wet. I think I had every right to retaliate! I even got a good hit in with Diffindo, which had really sent him flying. I chuckled to myself momentarily at the thought. It made my day seem mildly better. Everything seemed to be going wrong, I overslept, got partnered with Neville in Potions (Neville is lovely, but I've got enough problems let alone helping him in Potions, he was hopeless), Ron had pointed out a pimple that was coming out on my forehead and my washing hadn't come back from the laundry, so I didn't have a bra to wear. I was hoping and praying no one would notice. I kept my arms tight around my chest.
"You should know better!" Professor McGonagall cried.
"I'm really sorry Professor." I said, turning to face her, I made sure my face was full of regret, "I should know better."
It was true, I should know better, but Malfoy somehow managed to hit a nerve every single time. Plus, it was my last year, what did I really have to loose? Malfoy stood up from the desk he had been leaning on, his shirt all ripped. His hands adjusted it, but not before I caught a glimpse of the six-pack underneath it. For some reason seeing that made it hard for me to swallow. A small shiver ran down my spine. I simply nodded as McGonagall dealt out our sentence. Three months with that prat? Ugh. As soon as McGonagall left, I turned to face Malfoy.
"I hope you're happy." I sneered.
"Oh yeah, I'm real happy." He replied, sitting back down onto the desk. His wet hair falling over his face. His jaw was really defined in this light. What was wrong with me? I let out a cry of frustration placing my hands on my hips. I looked to Malfoy, who was just staring. God he made me angry. I know, I know, I'm a freak of nature; I'm a filthy mudblood, blah, blah, blah. Did he need to be like that all the time?
"What are you staring at?" I snapped.
"Uh nothing." He stuttered. My eye followed his. Oh fuck! How could I forget that water and white shirts do not mix well. I quickly covered myself as he exited.
Well, wasn't that just the cherry on top of my craptastic day.