A/N: I'm such a horrible person – every time I start writing something, I never finish it… perhaps I should reform and become a better person noble expression or keep to a strict update guideline. Below is my newest work (which I started NOT because I can't be bothered updating my older fics, but because despite the over 100 people who read the first chapter of 'Ain't Got No Love', only 2 reviewed :'( ) which I have every intention of FINISHING. Honest.
So, anyway, the story below is based on the film 'She's All That', with a few side-plots from other movies (brownie points for anyone who can figure out what they are), starring the famous star-crossed couple: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own anything that you recognise (pretty much everything), including plot lines from She's All That, as well as from the Harry Potter set of books.
Keep Guessing
Chapter One
By Metamorphis
"Harry! Ron! Get up!"
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"GET UP THIS INSTANT OR I SWEAR I'LL PUSH BOTH OF YOU OFF THE ASTRONOMY TOWER"
Hang on. Hermione fumed, I haven't got enough arm muscles for that.
"IF YOU DON'T GET UP I SWEAR I'LL DO SOMETHING DRASTIC," brief pause, stirring from two dead asleep lumps known to the rest of the world as Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, "hmmmmm… I'LL GO SNOG MALFOY NOW!" at that statement, the two figures in question abruptly jumped out of their respective beds, leaping a foot into the air as if a very, very large bucket of cold water had been dumped on each. Ron turned a beetroot red, looking like a cross between a enraged buffalo and a disgusted human being, Harry looked around wildly, trying to figure out why everything looked so blurry until he had located his glasses.
"You… Malfoy?"
"Bad mental image" Harry gagged, slapping himself repeatedly on the face.
Hermione winkled her nose. Honestly, drowsy minds are so malleable, you can feed them anything and they'd soak it right up.
"For the Boy Who Lived, you're really gullible Harry." Harry hastily shut has gaping mouth. Ron looked confused, trying to comprehend Hermione's speech on an empty stomach, to no avail. He finally gave up and shrugged, looking at Harry. Hermione grinned and went to fetch her books for another day of study, at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
The Great Hall was a sight to behold, a vast antechamber with corridors leading like ateries to smaller rooms and chambers thoughout the school. It's ceiling, enchanted to look the sky, at both day and night, was today a clear pastel blue, with smudges of white fluffy clouds and falling snowflakes which magically disappeared as they reached the chandeliers which hung, suspended in thin air. Despite the time – 8 o'clock in the morning on a school day, with classes due to start in an hour, only a handful of students were up, most still functioning on holiday mode. Unsurprisingly, a great number of the older Slytherin students were already having breakfast, as they, conditioned after sleeping for many years in the cold dugeons which were their dormitories, knew that the dungeons feel a lot colder if you wake up later, since them, by comparison the Great Hall will be pleasantly warm, instead of chilly as it is now.
So it comes as no surprise then, that the centre of the Slytherin table was the epicentre of the Hall's activities, as most of the older students were concerntrated there. One such student was Draco Malfoy, who was, at that moment, listening to his girlfriend Pansy Parkinson's monologue. Now many of you may go "Ewwww, Parkinson, ugly, pug-like" but, sadly, all things change, as Malfoy is about to find out, for the better and for the worse –
"Draco, you know I like you right?" Pansy fluttered her eyelashes in what is commonly conceived as a seductive manner at Draco, who didn't know whether or not to be worried, since his girlfriend ( who has, thankfully, grown out of her pug phase into a presentable human being) used the word 'like' instead of 'love'.
"Um… yes?" Pansy raised her eyebrows
"And you'll have no hard feelings if I break up with you right?" It was Draco's turn for his eyebrows to rise above his hair line. Pansy Parkinson dumped Draco Malfoy? U – N – B – E – L – I – E – V – A – B – L – E. Since when would anyone dump the sex god of Hogwarts (as voted for by the Girl's Toilet's Poll, Presidents Lavender Brown and the Patil twins), and more disturbingly, who for? Who would choose someone over Draco Malfoy – intelligent, good-looking, with a fixation for making people from other House's lives hell – at this moment his thoughts were once again bought to the attention of his girlfriend. Wait, make that his ex girlfriend : no one tries to ditch him and gets away with it!
"Draco? Are you still listening?" Pansy peered into Draco's eyes, which were staring blankly back at her, " I met this great guy during the break, and we decided to get together, isn't that great? And what's more, he's the star of the hot new show on Wizard Network ( a magical 'TV' station) "The Real Life" – "
Draco nearly choked on his pumpkin juice. Oh, he knew who she was talking about alright. That guy, the dyslexic (not that there's anything wrong with that) Quiditch player for England, Dylan what'shisname. Draco considered it as a personal insult that his name started with a 'D'.
"Drakey, are you ok? I was hoping that the news wasn't going to shock you too much, I mean, its not as if we went out for ages."
"Yeah, but still, we were a couple, and the only reason we didn't go out was 'cos the only trips we took were to my bedroom."
"Pfft, you weren't even that great in bed, and did you really think I was going to give up a chance like this for our nonexistent relationship?" Pansy peered at Draco's face as she too, stood up. " You did? Awww, how sweet." Draco fumed at the jibe about his abilities in bed, that is so not true, he thought.With a flick of her hair, Pansy was gone, and the Great Hall, having nothing else to eavesdrop on, was filled with whispers about the exchange that took place a few moments ago at the Slytherin table.
Draco mutely sat back down, clenching his fist around his goblet of pumpkin juice. Blaise (who is a guy) smirked and pushed his dark hair back with a nonchalant grace. Draco looked at Blaise, who was his best friend, ahem, closest associate in Hogwarts. If possible, Blaise's smirk grew even boader.
"So, heard you and the missus broke up." Draco winced, Blaise was never taught in the art of subtlety.
"Yeah"
"Got anyone else set in the sights?" Blaise looked as if he thoroughly enjoyed interrogating Draco.
"Yep, the hottest girl you can name in the school."
"Who? You mean Pansy." Draco was positively fuming at this point and imagined his hands clenched firmly around Blaise's neck, Blaise continued as if he couldn't tell Draco's anger at this point " Yeah, she's hot alright. Pity she dumped you eh? Now you have no date for the Graduation Ball, and she's gonna be the prom queen. Ouch, killed two birds with one stone." Blaise carefully inspected his fingernails on his left hand.
"I can make anyone the prom queen if I wanted." Draco slammed his fists down the table.
"Oh really now?" Draco nodded in confirmation, gritting his teeth, "I sense an interesting bet coming along." Blaise, much to Draco's annoyance, was still examing his fingernails.
"You name the terms."
" Ok, you have 8 weeks to make any girl I choose the prom queen. Simple enough?"
A silent nod in agreement.
"Right and the loser has to…" Now Blaise was really concerntrating, though his face soon widened, once again, into another smirk "we'll sort that one out later. Since you're on a tight schedule, I'll pick the girl for you now : Hermione Granger."
There were certain words or phrases which people regarded as a certain herald for a horrible, horrible death for them. For the majority of the school, their word or phrase did not contain the noun(s) 'Hermione Granger', but then, the majority of the school wasn't on enmity terms with her. How was he meant to get within 3 feet of her without being on the wrong end of her wand and pelted with her mudblood curses? And how was he going to tame her hair, and fix her fetish for shapeless robes in EIGHT weeks. This was definitely a challenge, and he was going to need any help he could get.
"It's a deal."
A/N: Voila! The first chapter of the story… yay :o). Reviews are, as always, really welcome and if you have the time, please check out some of my other fanfics.
Cheers,
Evie