oo Ma Cherie oo
oo Chapter One oo
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"But that's so gross, Hermione," said Parvati. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Parvati, did I ask for your opinion?" she asked, irritably. Parvati looked at her and sighed.
"Hermione," she said, seriously and condescendingly, as if she was talking to either the very stupid or the very young or both. "You don't need to do this to get a guy. If you just let me and Lavender do you up, you could look at cute as a doll." Hermione finished writing a description of herself.
"It's Lavender and me," said Hermione. Parvati groaned and rolled her eyes.
"See?" she whined. "There's one of your traits you just have to drop. Guys would like you more if you didn'tª act like you knew everything." Hermione smirked.
"It's not my fault I'm always right," she said. Parvati rolled her eyes.
"But Hermione," she pleaded. "An ad? You're practically selling yourself out."
"Get a life, Parvati," snapped Hermione. "It's not like I'm actually putting this out in the Daily Prophet, just the Hogwarts Student Newsletter."
"I think it's cool," added Ginny, who had been listening the whole time. Ginny was still having trouble speaking up but hanging with Hermione had helped her quite a bit. Ginny tucked her dark red hair behind an ear.
"I think you should try it too," said Ginny, encouragingly. "I haven't seen you go out for a while." Parvati glared at her as both Hermione and Ginny suppressed giggles.
"Everything I say is for your own good, you know," said Parvati. She noticed Hermione finishing her note and she groaned.
"Well, I sure hope you aren't going to sign your real name," Parvati said.
"Don't be stupid," answered Hermione. She signed with a flourish. Both Ginny and Parvati strained to see what Hermione ended the description with. It was signed in beautiful letters, Ma Cherie.
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"Draco, what are you doing!" cried Pansy, shrilly. She nearly ripped the Hogwarts Student Newsletter from Draco's hands.
"I knew it," she accused. "You were looking in the personals!" Draco yawned and sleepily leaned back on his chair, hands behind his head.
"Would you chill out, Pansy?" he said, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He had been up way too long last night, hanging with some of the Slytherins. They may not be much for an intellectual conversation, but they sure knew how to party. Snape, unfortunately, stopped the party before it got too out of hand but no one was worried. Snape would rather cut off his own right hand before taking any points from Slytherin. He was too into winning the House Cup and taking it away from Gryffindor.
"I can't, Draco," said Pansy, icily. "How can I relax when my own boyfriend is so blatantly trying to find someone behind my back?"
"Pansy, we broke up a month ago," said Draco. Moron, he thought. "Now give that back to me." Pansy reluctantly gave the paper back to Draco.
"But it's so trashy," Pansy complained. "Responding to personals?" Draco wasn't listening. That was because a certain description caught his eye. Can be seen as uptight but can really relax around the right people. Loves cozy libraries and beaches. 5'1" brown hair, brown eyes, 105 lbs. A good girl, thought Draco. He found the most fun thing to do in the world was to make a good girl go wild. But honestly, uptight and libraries? He started flipping through the newsletter but found his fingers and his eyes constantly going back to that ad. He studied it. Who was it? Why, it was Ma Cherie of course?
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