A/N: This was co-written by summergirl881 and I. I hope you like it! I came up with the idea… Teehee!
Crazy for Coco Puffs
Hermione sat in the library next to a huge stack of books and a thing that could only be halfway considered human.
"Malfoy, you're getting it all wrong. The Uprising of Crooked Celvin was on March 2, 1216, not on March 3, 1216."
"What's the sodding difference!" said Malfoy.
"The 'sodding difference' is 8 hours you moron."
Malfoy gave her a Look and then an exasperated sigh. He had been forced to have Granger tutor him since he wasn't doing so well in class (this was actually an understatement seeing as he was getting Ts in Arithmancy and History). This torture had already been going on for a month.
"For god's sake Malfoy, don't you ever study?" she muttered as she continued going over his essay.
"No. And stop calling me Malfoy; you're not worthy."
"Then what do you want me to call you? Draco? Ferret? Besides, you call me Granger."
"Fine. I'll call you… Ninny."
"Ninny?" Hermione asked in a skeptical tone.
"Yes. As in Her-my-own-Ninny… Understand?"
"Yes! Fine! Then I'll call you… Coco."
"What!" Draco squeaked in a voice 3 octaves higher than usual.
"Dra-Co. See, Coco?" asked Hermione.
"Granger, there is no way you can call me Coco. I'll… sue you!"
"For what, Coco?"
"For… libel!"
"Oh, so you're capable of knowing words like libel, yet you misspell milk!" She contured, a tiny (very tiny, mind you) smirk on her face.
"Draco's face turned red as Ron's maroon pajamas (truly an accomplishment for such a pale person) and swelled, not unlike a frog.
"I… Well… THAT WAS ONE TIME!" He sputtered, clenching his fists.
Hermione laughed to herself quietly. Oh the joys of being a tutor…
"Now, now, Coco. No need to get upset." She said, patting his shoulder.
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One Week Later:
"Draco… Did she seriously just call you Coco?" Pansy asked on the way to Potions.
"Yes." Draco muttered, turning a very delicate Malfoy acceptable pink.
"Why would she call you Coco?" asked Pansy.
"I dunno. Ask her."
"Fine. I will." Pansy said marching over to Granger, who was several feet ahead.
She tapped her on the shoulder.
"So Mudblood, what's with the nicknames for my man? Paws off, Beaver."
"Your man? I wouldn't be so sure…" she said, winking at Malfoy as she sauntered out, hips swaying.
"Draco…" Pansy said murderously as she slowly turned to him.
"Wuh?" Draco answered, and Pansy almost died when she realized he was staring right at Granger with a rapturous look on his face.