A Picturesque Score Of Passing Fantasy
Prologue:
The Facade
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Hermione Granger had never been more enraged when she walked into the private compartment for the year's Headboy and Headgirl. Draco Malfoy was sitting, no, lying in the compartment with his head in the lap of Pansy Parkinson.
He was saying to her (sounding quite desperate), "Pansy darling. I hate to break it to you-" over here, he tried to sit up but Pansy had clamped her pudgy fingers onto his skull and wrenched him back onto her lap and continued to run her fingers through his hair. Malfoy did not look like a happy camper. "-but I can't be with you! I'm with- ah! There she is!" Draco had so jovially announced, pointing at Hermione.
"What on earth-" she began, her eyes as wide as saucers.
"GRANGER?!" Pansy screeched. She had finally let go of Draco's head long enough for him to leap out of the seat and to Hermione's side and proceeded to snake an arm around her waist.
Too stunned to move or speak, Hermione stood rooted to the ground, her eyes still as wide as saucers.
"Why, yes Pansy! Is that so surprising?" he arched an eyebrow in Pansy's direction, as though daring her to make a scene. Which she did. She leapt up from her seat wailing and then tearing down the corridor or compartments, positively screaming with indignation.
Draco casually let go of Hermione's waist and proceeded to shut the door of the compartment before sitting down ever so casually as though none of that madness had even occured.
"W-What the bloody hell was that?!" Hermione spluttered, regaining her voice, but not quite losing the total shock of the whole situation, her eyes were still as wide as saucers.
"Oh nothing. Don't get too excited Granger. That was only for show," Draco said briskly, smoothening out the wrinkles on his jacket.
"OBVIOUSLY!" Hermione screeched, feeling her blood boil. After all, it wasn't an everyday thing for your arch enemy to announce to the whole world (well, technically only Pansy Parkinson) that you are his girlfriend right?
Feeling rather sick, Hermione sat down, not feeling happy at all. She needed something to calm her nerves...like a book! She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a thick, heavy looking book.
"Reading a book again, my pet?" Draco drawled mockingly from across her.
Hermione glowered and chose to ignore this little remark of his. At least, she tried to. After some rather disturbing and unconventional thoughts about why Draco had told such a heinous lie, Hermione decided to ask him.
"What the bloody hell were you thinking?! Honestly, announcing to big mouthed Parkinson that we're in some sort of twisted relationship!" she wanted to know, pushing her brown locks out of her eyes.
"I was just trying to get her off my back. I was desperate! If you had someone like Pansy hounding at you all the time what would you do? But then again, you wouldn't know because no one hounds you at all," Draco said with a satisfied smirk. "Basically, I need someone to fend off all the girls that want me so bad," he concluded.
This increased Hermione's bad mood up by just a notch.
"Whatever. I am not going along with this mad facade of yours-"
"Why not?!" Draco interjected.
Hermione had never felt so frustrated or irritated in all of her life. "WHY NOT?!" she boomed. "Because its completely and utterly unethical! A complete pile of bull and nonsense if you ask me! I mean seriously! You and I...a couple! It's simply hilarious! And not in the funny way either," she informed him quite hysterically.
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair.
"It's a miracle," Draco said suddenly, his eyes quite wide.
"What is?" Hermione asked curiously, temporarily forgetting about the torment he had just put her through.
"You ran your hand through your hair without it getting stuck!" Draco managed to keep a straight face saying this. Hermione was getting angrier and angrier. But what Draco did next was even more shocking then what he announced. He leaned forward and ran his hand through her hair.
"Hmm," he said thoughtfully, apparently not noticing the look of sheer shock on Hermione's face. "It looks like a rat's nest exploded on your head but its actually quite soft."
"Thanks for that," Hermione said sarcastically, although she could feel her scalp tingling where his fingers had brushed past. Never in her life had she expected her worst enemy to run his fingers through her hair and then somewhat complimenting her afterwards. It made her quite sick, to be honest.
"Why me though?" Hermione asked.
"Why you what?" Draco asked right back.
"Why did you ask me? Me, Hermione Granger, of all people to pretend to be your girlfriend so you can fend off all your crazy fans?" Hermione explained.
Draco tapped his chin, appearing to be thinking about it. "Well, its quite simple really. You were the first one to barge in and somewhat rescue me from the evil claws of Pansy-" Hermione laughed slightly at that. "-and also because we dislike each other immensely, there is no chance of me falling for you and we won't be emotionally attached and all that I won't have to go through all that unnecessary hooha."
"I do agree that we dislike each other immensely but what do you mean you won't go through all that unnecessary hooha? Are you saying that I will like you eventually?" Hermione demanded.
"Well yes," Draco said simply.
Hermione was beginning to feel rather cross. "Well, sorry to disappoint you then, Malfoy, but I will most certainly not be developing feelings of affection for you," she declared, her face feeling hot.
Draco lounged back in his chair looking more obnoxious than ever.
"Prove it then."
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This story was inspired by a korean drama series, My Lovely Samsoon
