Will You Accept This Rose?
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Author's Note: Hello! To all the readers of St. Mungo's Anatomy- yes I am continuing that story as well as starting this story. I've been dying to write my own version of this Dramione plotbunny so here goes.
Hope you enjoy!
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"I had a really good time Mary."
"Marsha."
"What?"
"Marsha. My name isn't Mary. It's Marsha!"
"Oh right, well then Marsha, I had a good time." Draco flashed her one of his best smiles, he could melt practically any girl's heart with one of those bad boys. He remembered in his school days when his smirks were what attracted girls to him, well smirks were for getting girls, smiles were for women.
"I had a really good time too Draco, despite you getting my name wrong 23 times."
"23? Wow, sorry about that. I guess it's hard to remember your name when I'm too busy getting lost in your eyes." God attracting women was just too easy.
"Aw, Draco. That is so sweet. If you want, you could come inside. I just bought this new mattress, and I would love to" wink "try it out."
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Draco hesitated as he walked into Blaise Zabini's flat, the door was already open and the lights were off.
"Blaise, you here?"
Suddenly he felt someone grab him from behind and cover his eyes. Draco was forced into a chair and suddenly his eyes were uncovered to reveal: Blaise Zabini, his best mate, and Pansy Parkinson, Blaise's long time girlfriend.
"Draco, we are here because we care." Pansy said sweetly.
"No you are bloody here because you bloody live here. Now let me go! And what the hell are you even doing?"
"Draco, this is an intervention, we are saving you from yourself." Blaise said as he turned the lights in the room back on.
"An intervention? From what?"
"Yourself, Draco, you are going to end up unhappy and alone if you don't stop your pattern of life." Pansy said creepily staring into Draco's eyes.
"My pattern of life? Please do explain this."
"What Pansy is trying to say is that your lack of commitment in relationships is what is going to make you alone when you are 50 and balding."
"Malfoys do not bald!"
"Our point is this, you need to start settling down. You are always seeing different women, sleeping with them one day and then moving on to the next girl. It was fine when we were in school but time is running out."
"So you grab me from behind, with the lights off and force me into a chair? And I thought I was supposed to be the dramatic one. Besides, so I like to spice up my relationships, so what?"
"No spicing up a relationship is changing colognes to surprise your partner. Sleeping with a million different women is just a way to score an easy STD." Pansy said a bit too loudly.
"Pansy!"
"Look, Draco, you know we only want what's best for you, right?"
"Well yes but-"
"So we did something, of course with your best interest in mind, but before we tell you need to promise not to get mad."
"What the hell did you do?"
"Draco, promise Blaise you won't get mad!" Pansy said.
"Fine I promise" Draco said questioningly.
"Ok, so Pansy's best friend, Trisha, you remember Trisha, right?"
"The muggle? You are not setting me up with her! Her nose is huge!"
"Excuse me Draco that is my best friend you are insulting! Besides, she wouldn't want to go out with you anyway." Pansy yelled.
"Oh I bet she would!" Draco replied with a smirk.
"BE QUIET!" Blaise yelled through their bickering. "Anyway as I was saying. Trisha was telling Pansy about this common muggle television show, you remember what a television is, right?"
"Yes I bloody well remember, get to your bloody point Blaise."
"Right so this television show is called, The Bachelor. And one lucky man gets chosen to be set up with 25 beautiful ladies and eventually he keeps sending some home, a few at a time, until he is left with two ladies. And then he gets to pick one of them to propose too."
"How on earth does this relate to me?"
"Well Draco I, well Pansy and I, signed you up to be the next Bachelor."
"YOU DID WHAT?"
"Oh Draco, calm down! All you have to do is date 25 women and if after all that you still don't like any singular one of them then you just break off the engagement after the show ends. I thought you would like this idea, I mean dating 25 women is like every man's fantasy, isn't it Blaise?"
"Well it might be some men's fantasies, but my fantasy only involves you." Blaise said as they exchanged an Eskimo kiss.
"Cut it out! What did we say about making me vomit before noon with 'couple stuff'?" Draco said as he grimaced
"Soon enough Draco I bet you will be acting just like us" Blaise said as he winked at Pansy.
"Yeah right."
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"Hermione, darling, I'm so glad to see you."
"Oh hey mom, I'm glad to see you too."
"So tell me all about life. How's work? Did you find a flat yet? How are Ron and Harry? Oh how is Ginny? And Luna? Neville? Do you have a boyfriend? What does he do? Is it getting serious?"
"Woah Mom slow down! One question at a time, please. Work is good, exhausting but good. Ron and Harry are good, but I am definitely ready to move out of their flat, I love the boys but they are pigs. Ginny isn't great, she just broke up with her boyfriend, Mark. Luna and Neville just left for their honeymoon in Aruba, I still can't believe they are the first ones out of our friends to be married but they are so happy, and I couldn't be happier for them. And no mom, for the hundreth time, I don't have a boyfriend, I just don't have the time yet."
"Hermione-I'm not trying to rush you but who knows how long your father and I will be alive, I would like to know my grandchildren."
"Mom you barely just turned 50 and you are acting as if you are on death's row."
"So you don't have a boyfriend?"
"Mom I just told you I didn't."
"And you have no intentions of getting one yourself?"
"I will once I get the time. It's not as easy as you make it sound."
"Excuse me I need to make a phone call" Mrs. Granger quickly hurried out of the room.
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"You did what?" Hermione shrieked.
"Oh Hermione, cut the dramatics, it is not such a big deal." Mrs. Granger said in order to calm her now hysterical daughter.
"Not such a big deal? Mom are you kidding? That's national television! You can't possibly expect me to try and date some one in front of millions of people! That's a complete invasion of privacy!"
"Hermione, I am only trying to do what's best for you. You don't want to end up 50 and alone with 500 cats, right?"
"I will not end up alone! Besides Mom chances are I would get there and be sent home instantly, leaving me in the exact same boyfriend-less rut I am in now."
"That's not the Hermione I know! The daughter I raised does not give up without a fight, and if she wants something she damn well gets it!"
"Mom this is a little different-"
"The Hermione Granger I know loves competition and gets what she wants. So please at least say you'll try it?"
"Mom you can't guilt me into this!"
"You know it would mean a lot to us!"
"Mom-"
"Hermione, please just think about it?"
"Fine!"
"You'll do it? Great! We need to go buy a completely new wardrobe! Not that your old one isn't….'unique' but it couldn't hurt to tweak it a bit."
"I said I would consider it! Not do it!"
"Same difference darling."
"Oh god, what have I gotten myself into"
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Author's Note: Yes I know this plot is a little over used but I wanted to give it a try. Anyway there wasn't much action in this chapter but hopefully the next one will have a bit more! Thanks for reading and please review!