Chapter 1: Of Bad Mornings and Mismatched Clothing
Draco started his morning horribly, something that was happening everyday since the seventh year of school started. He had his usual head throbbing, hitting his head on some part of the bed, cursing the fact that he had not slept very well, or even at all, for that matter. Sometimes, he would wake up in the morning, wondering what day of the week it was. All in all, he was a complete and utter mess.
That morning was especially humiliating for Draco. That is, because it happened in front of Hermione. When he first found out he would be sharing a Heads House with Hermione, he groaned at the thought.
I have to get stuck with a Mudblood! A MUDBLOOD! They couldn’t choose any other seventh year girl!
But as he thought about it more, he realized it would actually be quite fun. What better way to start and end the day than to get on Granger’s nerves. When she got frustrated or infuriated, her facial expression amused Draco very much. Granger. He refused to address her by her first name.
Unfortunately, his form of enjoyment through bugging Hermione two times everyday got…..let’s say, interfered with. The interference is made up of two words: his father.
The past summer was when the war against Voldemort occurred and Draco had to make one of the toughest choices in his life. He was paying the price now. He ultimately betrayed the Dark Lord, betrayed his own father, and fought as part of the Order. Lucius Malfoy was outraged! Draco was the one who sent him back into Azkaban, along with his mother, Narcissa.
At that point, his father swore he’d get revenge and he had kept his word. Lucius was finding ways to send letters filled with threats to Draco weekly, as well as invading Draco’s dreams and ruining his sleep each and every day.
His father had been working his cursed charm on Draco since this year at Hogwarts had begun. Since then, Draco’s typical routine was to be extremely irritable in the morning and extremely exhausted by the end of the day. Every morning when he would see Hermione, his irritability started fights between them. By night, he was so depressed and tired that he was pretty much in Hermione’s mercy.
Unfortunately, this morning was not going in his favor at the least bit. He woke up in the morning not sure where he was for a minute. When he finally came to his senses and sat up in bed, his head was throbbing. This past night was horrific. His father had yet again interfered with his dreams. This time, the dream was of his father killing him painfully, laughing the whole time of his suffering. He was still sweating from the dream’s intensity.
At realizing he had had yet another horrible night of sleep, he groaned and threw himself back onto his pillow. Draco wasn’t lucky today, though. Instead of having his head hit the pillow, it hit the frame of the bed causing a huge “bang”.
Shoot! Shoot! Owwww! Now I have a bump on my head along with the throbbing. Perfect! Just perfect! My life is so wonderfully………wretched. And I owe it all to my father. I’ll have to remember to send him a thank you note for ruining my life!
This day was coming to be anything but good. Draco finally got out of bed, moaning and groaning about his headache. He got ready, but by the time he was getting dressed, his head had made him absolute crabby.
When he went down to the common room, Hermione was there, reorganizing the day’s textbooks in her book bag. When she heard him come down, she glanced at him as a sign of acknowledgement, then went back to what she was doing. A moment later, she looked back at him, as if confirming to what she had seen. When she realized that she had seen correctly the first time, she stopped what she was doing with an amused grin on her face.
Draco had undoubtedly noticed this for he was waiting for their morning argument to begin. His bad morning had made him even more in the need to argue with someone. When he saw her grinning at him, he snapped,
“What’s wrong, Granger? Admiring my devilish looks or just grinning like a moron because you fancy me?”
At this comment, Hermione looked away in disgust and shuddered. She knew Malfoy had pride, but never seemed to realize how conceited and vain he could be. At his comment she responded,
“Oh, Mr. Romeo, have you looked in the mirror lately. Your apparel makes you look anything but handsome.” And with that comment, she stifled her laugh.
Draco was becoming a little less sassy and a little bit more worried. His morning had been superb so far. It could no doubt get even better. Still, he felt he needed to be in the position of power and responded,
“What’s wrong, Miss Perfectionist? Is one strand of my hair on the wrong side of my head? Or does one eye seem more to the left than the other one is to the right?”
“No. But you do know the latest fashions of clothing, no doubt? If you don’t, here are a few tips. You wear your boxers under your pants. Got that? And shirts aren’t meant to be worn inside out.”
Draco’s reaction was one Hermione would never forget. She had burst out laughing. He, on the other hand, had turn pale and then red from embarrassment. He groaned. Please say this is not happening to me. Dreading looking down, he slowly looked at himself, and indeed, he was wearing his boxers on top of his pants. That wasn’t the worst part, though. In a rush, he had worn pink boxers with bright yellow polka dots! He whimpered, then groaned again.
Next, he looked at his shirt. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a striped shirt where wearing it inside out was no big deal. This shirt had labels sticking out all over the place. My luck stinks! In front of Granger……I can’t believe it!
Draco knew he had to regain composure, and fast. So, he did what every typical, annoying boy would do. He took his shirt off right there so he could fix it and put it back on.
Hermione was so busy laughing; it took her a minute to figure out what was going on. When she did realize, she screamed! It was so loud that even Draco had to stop fiddling with his shirt and plug his ears.
“Do you have to be so loud so early in the morning?”
By now, Hermione had covered her eyes with her hand.
“Do you have to be so unashamed of yourself? I’m a girl, for Merlin’s sake. You don’t see me going around changing in the common room with you right in front me. Have you ever heard of a thing called a bathroom? It’s where you…..you….well, you know……”
Draco was fairly amused as to where this was going.
“Thanks for letting me know you’re a girl. I wouldn’t have figured that out for myself. And as for changing, who would want you to change in front of them anyway? They made bathrooms for people like you.”
At this comment, Hermione went red with anger.
“Oh Malfoy, you’re gonna pay for that. I am going to tell the whole school what type of boxers the pure-blood Slytherin wears.”
“You wouldn’t dare. You’re too much of a goody-two shoes.”
“Try me.” And with that, Hermione stormed out of the common room, determined to sabotage Malfoy by any means necessary.
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