Doesn\'t get much better than this

*******Okay, so this is probably just one of those stories you start, with no real intention of ever finishing. To be honest, I mostly wrote it because of the INCREDIBLY bad day I was having. In fact, Harry\'s bad day only mirrored my own. And I was reading a Dave Berry book, (he\'s one of he funniest writers I have ever read) and thought, you know Harry Potter would never have done what I just did...so then I decided to make him do it. Anyway, it\'s just a bit of fun, and as I said, I probably won\'t be continuing it past this chapter.

I DONT OWN THESE CHARACTERS!!! FOR GODS SAKE PLEASE DONT SUE ME UNTIL I BECOME A FAMOUS WHATEVER!!! THEN TAKE MY MONEY, YOU CAN TAKE IT ALL...BUT NOT YET...CAUSE I DONT OWN THESE CHARACTERS!!!

Things Can\'t Possibly Get Worse

So it all started as soon as I entered the Dursley’s house the summer before my seventh year. There was the usual scowl, and disappointment that I didn’t somehow perish sometime during the year I was gone. Dudley was just as big as ever, growing in width as he was in height. My uncle’s beady eyes staring disgustedly into mine, as if to say, ‘you’re disgusting.’

Anyway, they were insisting that I was out of the house as much as possible this year, and paying them rent. Put two and two together, and I needed to get a job. In the afternoon I was spending it in a movie shop, giving so many fake smiles my face hurt. I had to pretend I had seen every movie in there, telling them generically, “of course I’d recommend it, because I have pretty green eyes, and a cute arse.” Well, not in so many words, but it was much like that.

To say the least, I tried to stay as far away from Pivet Drive as I could. When I was there, I was locked up in my room with various potion books scattered around me, trying to finally up Snape one. I was going to come back, take potions, and outdo his star pupil, who also made my skin crawl, Draco Malfoy.

My checks left me with only a limited amount of muggle money. Most of it went to my greedy uncle, who I would lie to so that I didn’t have to give him everything. I typically bought my own food, dry good s that I could keep in my room with me under the floorboard. I would sneak downstairs at night, when the Dursley’s were asleep, cook something up quick, some pasta maybe, or a sandwich. I hid the fixings for that in the one place the Dursley’s never bothered to look in, the vegetable bin.
One afternoon in particular I had stayed up all night, finishing up a transfiguration essay that MacGonagal was bound to ask for as soon as I walked onto the train to Hogwarts. I was sleepy, and not having to work, I decided to take a walk into town. Rather, Dudley pushed me out the door, and locked it behind me, giggling with malicious glee.

While at the movie place I worked the day before, I had heard a new song that since then made a permanent home inside the recesses of my brain. Mind you, not the whole song, just one line that played over and over and over and over. It was driving me insane. So I opted to buy the CD, which of course was the angle they were driving for the entire time. Make them go insane if they don’t buy the CD. Only, I didn’t know the name of the group. Or the song title. I just knew that one line in the song, that was so obscure that when I asked people about it, they would only stare at me in confusion, and as me if I needed medical assistance.

I was close to giving up and just jumping in front of a moving vehicle outside, when I walked up to the girl at the desk and smiled. She was staring at me. No, not staring. Gaping. Then she blushed, like every girl does when I smile at them. I have the charm of making them stutter, forget their name, or that one girl, who knocked over an entire shelf of movies.

Lowering my eyes, I asked her the simple question. “I was looking for this CD. I don’t know the name of the group, or the song that I want in particular, but I’m in desperate need to buy this CD.”

She blinked.

“I mean, I know one line from the song, if that helps.”

“Can you sing it to me?”

Oh for the love of…”I guess so.” So I gave her a rather hideous version of the line that had been playing over and over and over…

Another blink. “I don’t know what it is.”

Of course. I groaned, closing my eyes and holding in every urge to wrap my hands around her neck and make everything feel a little better.

Instead I turned away, and went to randomly stare at CD’s until my eyes began to bleed. I was hoping, by some chance of a miracle that the CD would instinctively know I was looking for it, jump up, and begin waiving it’s tiny little arms around. All the while, screaming, “over here you stupid git! I’m over here!”

However, it never happened. I put on the headphones they offered, covered in who knows what bodily fluids, ear wax, saliva, and pressed buttons. Low and behold, the song began playing in my head. The man’s voice ringing in my ears, and I gave a holler of happiness. Which only brought attention to me.

Immediately I bought the CD, and walked outside smiling as if I had finally defeated Voldemort. However, to my dismay, I realized that I had picked up THE WRONG CD. Now any sane person would have given up on it by then. However, with my Gryffindor bravado, I marched right back in to figure out where I had gone wrong. I heard the song play on the dirty headphones once more. Then realized I had picked up the CD next to the one I wanted. Instantly I picked up the right one and asked the girl at the counter if I could exchange them, explaining my little accident.

She said no.

So I paid for the second CD and headed outside. Then, with my muggle contraption, I listened to it the entire way home, when of course, it began to rain.

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It was a Tuesday night. Which meant, in laymen terms, the slowest night of the week. Where I threw chewed gum at the ceiling just so I had a reason to do something. I was currently taking movies off the shelf, then replacing them alphabetically. Of course, it was a needless task, seeing as hw they were already alphabetized.

I was on the American movie, The Matrix, when the shelf gave way to the enormous weight of gravity and fell. It hit the shelf beneath it, causing that one too to break lose. Until the entire chain stopped at my feet, and there were DVD’s scattered around me like firewood. At least I had something to do.

Bending over, I concentrated mostly on trying to fix the shelf, wh hea heard a small mean chuckle. It was the voice that had always managed to put me ill at ease as soon as I heard it. I turned, clutching the movies to me as if it were my only protection. Silver eyes, (which had to be contacts, who had silver eyesway)way), were staring at me mockingly.

“Well, well, well, the Daily Prophet was correct for once. The savior of the Wizarding world is in fact working in a grubby little movie store.”

“You came all the way here to find that out Malfoy? Was it that boring of a summer?” I’ve noticed, in my experience, the best way to handle someone like Draco Malfoy, short of killing them, was to completely ignore them. It seemed to give them a complex. Why wouldn’t he look at me? Is there something in my nose? Does my breath stink? Is my face in the shape of a ferret?

Turning back to the movies, I did my best to ignore the blond who was still staring me. The shelf was up again, and I put the movies back in order. After a few minutes I was sure that Malfoy had to have left, except, when I looked over again, he was still watching me. A smirk firmly in place. I swear this is true, I saw what looked to be lust in his eyes, because, and again I swear this is true, he had been staring at my arse!

He started to laugh, not at ambarmbarrassed at being caught. I straightened, and turned to face him. I know I was scowling at him, but what right DracDraco Malfoy have staring at my arse? Like he was interested in me or something. Like that cold little prat ever felt anything at all. There was nothing but hate and maliciousness in his heart. He was cocky, mean, anrcasrcastic, not caring what other people felt in any way at all.

And quite frankly, I liked it.

*********so yeah, if you guys want me to continue past this, you know the routine...I can only hope that tomorrow ends up being a better day for me. *grin* It\'s a little jumpy, but then agian, it\'s not meant to be serious, so there you go...