Inspired by my friend and her hilarious attempts at the infamous Justin Bieber hair flip. No, I do not like him. Get over it.
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Draco Malfoy walked- no, strutted- down the aisles of the Great Hall, making sure that at least five people caught his silver eyes before he sat down at his usual spot, a pompous smile on his face. Theodore Nott looked at his joyful demeanor suspiciously.
"Who died?"
Draco smirked. "No one."
"Pansy gave up on you?"
"Unfortunately not."
"McGonagall agreed to your requests for a strip club?"
"Not yet."
Theo frowned. "Only one other thing could make you this happy." He paused. Draco said nothing. "No... you didn't..."
Draco smiled. "I did."
"But how?"
"In the infamous words of someone overly-optimistic: Practice makes perfect!"
Theo shook his head. "So when are you doing to use it?"
Draco flicked a lock of perfectly- cut blonde hair from where it rested just on the line of his brows. "You'll see."
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Hermione Granger sat on a library table, keeping a safe distance between herself and the other ditzy Gryffindor girls who were busy giggling uncontrollably over a teen Muggle magazine a few feet away. She rolled her eyes and returned to her books, pushing an unruly lock of hair behind her ears. She had gotten through a good two dozen pages when the giggling suddenly stopped. Hermione contemplated a moment whether the situation called for her to tear her eyes from her precious novel. Curiosity got the better of her.
The giggling girl's eyes had been drawn off of their magazine to a new target- none other than Draco Malfoy. There he was, wearing Muggle clothes- a slightly baggy sweatshirt, skinny jeans, Converse, and- ugh- one of those straight-brimmed hats that pointed up. And his hair- it was cut... it looked...
Hermione wanted to barf. And even more so when Draco decided to walk straight towards her.
The girls all sighed as he walked by. Hermione couldn't understand why. He wasn't particularly attractive or anything, so-"
"Hello, Granger."
Hermione slowly closed her book, making sure to keep a thumb where she left off. "What?"
Draco shook his head as he sat down next to her. "Ah-ah-ah, let's be polite."
"Since when do we do that?"
"Since," he did a little head-jerky thing. "Now." The girls in the corner squealed.
Hermione looked at him strangely. "Did you just have a muscle spasm?"
Draco looked upset. "No." He tried it again, his neck jerking.
Hermione grimaced. "That is the creepiest thing I have ever seen."
Draco looked appalled. "How do you not know? Aren't you muggle-born?"
Hermione looked at him like he was insane. Then something caught her eye- the brightly colored magazines that the giggly girls were reading. There was a boy on the front cover who looked a lot like...
"Oh!" Hermione said with a strike of realization. "You're trying to do the Justin Bieber hair flip!"
"Yes," Draco said with a sigh. "Don't you teen girls like that sort of thing?"
Hermione shook her head and picked up her book. "Well, you failed if you were trying to impress me. But fortunately, there are some girls over there-" she pointed at the gigglers. "who would be happy to pounce on you at any given moment."
Draco looked repulsed. "No thanks."
"But if you wanted to continue pursuing me- which is not an easy task- I recommend glasses, less-than-perfect hair, and perhaps some knowledge in literature?" Hermione grinned at Draco's face. "You can start over there." She pointed to the part of the library that contained books with words Draco had probably never heard of before. "I recommend something without pictures."
Draco sighed as Hermione walked away. "Well, at least I can get rid of this stupid hat."
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A/N- No comment. I'm waiting for AVPM to download onto my iPod, so I needed something to write. :D