Title – I'm A Believer
Rating- PG a.k.a K+
Disclaimer – Well folks, it still doesn't belong to me. J.K.Rowling is the ruling witch in the world of Harry Potter (sigh)
Category- Romance/Humor
Summary – Draco doesn't believe in love. To prove to him that love does exist, Hermione summons some of the greatest lovers from History. With magic, mayhem and everyone falling for the wrong person, will Hermione have to concede that true love is out of fashion? H/Hr
A/N – well I'm back again. Hope you like this story. Bit of a light hearted read. Please
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Dedicated to Tanvi! Another huge Dramione fan!
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WORST ENEMIES
"We're going to be starting on a new project today."
Professor Grashchund's statement caused a chorus of muffled groans to emanate from the half-dozing class.
Professor Grashchund was the Advanced Ancient History teacher. A course deemed necessary for those not taking Divination, as Arithmancy had become a choice subject. Most of the students had just chosen it because they though it would be a breeze, however, they hadn't met the boulder yet, Professor Grashchund.
Professor Grashchund was as formidable as her name. She was an old hag, whose favorite pastime seemed to be taking house-points and giving detentions. There was a steady dispute between the students on who was worse- Snape or Grashchund. And if she could compare to Snape in atrociousness, then you can get an idea of what she was like.
Hermione was on the edge of her chair, eagerly awaiting to capture whatever pearls of wisdom fell from the lips of her beloved teacher, in her parchment. Hermione had, of course, not taken Advanced Ancient History in place of Arithmancy, but with Arithmancy. And in her defense, when Harry and Ron stared at her open-mouthed in horror and amazement, she'd said that she was taking it for 'extra-credit'
"Bloody Hell!" had been Ron's exact words
"Are you crazy?" was Harry's choice contribution
"You don't need extra-credit!" the two had chorused.
"Honestly" Hermione had said, miffed at this reception. "It's just a class after all. And it'll be interesting to study muggle AND magical history together."
And so she was here, alone and unaided, for at her tentative request for their joining, they had looked at her with such an expression, that she had excused herself and rushed out of the common room.
She was the only person who enjoyed the class. She didn't particularly like Professor Grashchund, but the subject was certainly interesting.
"As Valentine's Day is approaching, the Headmaster has suggested that I start the chapter on 'Greatest Muggle Lovers in History." The Professor sniffed, in a tone, which told the students that she would rather have died than introduced the chapter herself.
A snort came from behind. Professor Grashchund was oblivious, but Hermione frowned and turned her head, locating the source. Malfoy. Of course it was him. Who else could fill so much derision and ridicule in a simple snort.
She glared at him. He was the thorn in her side. He was in Arithmancy as well. She couldn't understand why he'd felt the need to take up this class. It must be to make up for transfiguration, which brought his grade down. This was muggle studies. He certainly won't have chosen it on his own.
He just sat there at the back, and every two seconds muttered something which sounded suspiciously like "Father…….preposterous……mudbloods….disgrace." She was sick of him.
He returned her glare and she turned back, she wouldn't waste her time on half-witted ferrets.
"As I was saying" continued the Professor, "The project is fairly simple. We're going to be discussing great muggle lovers, and then you have to find out everything about the origin of Valentine's Day, and how it is relevant today as compared to centuries ago.
The book "Romanticiazn" is the oldest know book of love in History and the only copy today is perceived to be with Cupid." She sniffed here, obviously doubting the authenticity of such a preposterous statement."
"You're going to be doing the project with partners, as it is fairly long" There was excited murmurings at this, till she added "and I will choose these partners."
There were groans of protest, but the Professor continued on.
"Zabini and Patil" Blaise glared resentfully at Parvati, but remained quiet.
"Parkinson and Longbottom" Neville quaked under the harsh glare of Pansy's eyes.
"Goyle and Thomas" Goyle flexed his muscled threateningly and Dean gulped.
Hermione tuned the Professor out. She was thinking about Crabbe and Goyle. She couldn't believe those two goons were in Advanced Ancient History. She couldn't believe those two goons were in Advanced anything. How they managed to pass each year, was one was the world's greatest unsolved mysteries. She knew that they had just taken this class because Malfoy had ordered them too.
A hush had fallen over the class. Hermione looked around, wondering at the raison d'être for the sudden tranquility. They seemed to be looking at her with shock writ large on their faces. She felt uncomfortable, was she looking stranger than usual? Had Malfoy just thrown a non-verbal curse at her that made her look like a rabbit?
She turned to scowl at him, but he was staring at her with the same mixture of horror and shock on his face. 'What happened' she wondered, 'Professor just announced "Malfoy and Granger" and everyone flipped their………'
Malfoy and Granger
Holy Crap
Somebody up there really hated her.
She did what any normal girl would have done under the circumstances. She shrieked.
"Ms. Granger, stop that unholy noise" said Professor Grashchund, with both her hands on her ears.
"Professor….." Hermione got up from her seat…. "Professor, you can't. Malfoy'll do anything to make me fail. If I fail this class, I won't be able to go to the next. Professor I'll partner anyone else, just not Malfoy. I can even do it alone. But not with Mal…"
Malfoy had also left his seat and come to stand at the Professor's table "I'm not going to pair up with any filthy mud…."
"Mr. Malfoy" warned the professor.
"….blood" continued Malfoy, with a steely look at the Professor "My father is going to hear of this outrage. I will not stay in this class any longer, unless I get another partner."
"Twenty points from Slytherin for use of foul language in a class and talking back to a teacher."
The Gryffindors laughed, while the Slytherins glowered.
"….And twenty points from Gryffindor for hysterical and uncalled for behavior"
The laughter abruptly stopped.
"Now if you two don't get back to your seats this moment, it's going to be fifty and detention." Both went back, Hermione sulking and Draco with grim determination.
"Now" continued the Professor "You will go and sit next to our partners"
There were outraged gasps from everyone.
"But Professor….." both Malfoy and Hermione got up.
"If I hear another word out of you two, I will fail you in this class and as Ms. Granger very aptly pointed out you will stay here the next year too.
Like a steak of lightning and with the speed of a bullet out of a gun the next instant found Hermione in the seat next to Malfoy.
Malfoy refused to look in her direction, and pulled his table right next to the wall….a good three feet away from her.
Hermione looked at the elevated ceiling and sighed…..the day was turning out to be too long.
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A/N So how was it? Malfoy doesn't believe in love AND he's sitting next to a Mudblood, Hermione is sitting next to a ferret AND an idiot who doesn't believe in love. Things never go according to plan do they? Review!