Disclaimer: Um. ring ring Hello? Ms. Rowling? Well, I was wondering if I could own the characters for Harry Po- click Hello? Hellooo?sigh! Dang it lost her again. The characters aren't mine. Oh yeah, and some of the plot. Um, maybe if I call from the pay phone she'll stop relying on that dang caller ID… Wait, how the heck did I get her cell number? WHOO HOO, I HAVE ULTIMATE POWER! I can threaten to reveal the number as long as she sets me up with Rupert Grint… Oh, YOU'RE still here. Right. Sorry. Um, yeah, some of the plot and all of the characters… Not mine. tear tear Oh yeah, and if you're extremely thick, I don't have her number and I have not nor will I in the future threaten Ms. Rowling for a date with one very cute actor.ahem Back to the story.
"Granger, how did you end up as Head Girl?"
"You know, I could ask you the same thing." She replied.
"Alright, because you obviously love hearing about me and my accomplishments, I'll go first," Draco Malfoy said with a smirk. "Now obviously I have the connections, and I get good grades, I'm a prefect, and I have an extra curricular activity."
"What's that?" Hermione asked, wondering what on Earth Malfoy would do out of schoolwork.
"Merlin, Granger, and you're supposed to be smart. I'm in the bloody dueling club."
"Oh."
"You next, come on."
"Oh, basically the same reason as you. Well, except I'm not in the dueling club, but because I take several extra classes, I suppose it could count."
"My, aren't we boring."
"What's wrong with my story?"
"I just told you. It's boring." He grinned.
"Whatever. Honestly, it's bad enough we have to be living together just because we're Head Boy and Girl."
"Like I wanted to either," he muttered under his breath.
"Well, as intriguing as this conversation is, I have to unpack and then go off for a previous engagement."
"Oh, how cute, you're going to go on a date with Weasel." He said mockingly, not turning around.
She had not heard his comment, however, because she was already in her room unpacking. She had been very happy when Ron had finally made a move at the Burrow this summer, and she had gladly made a move back. And so they started dating, but this would be their first "official" date. She was deciding between wearing a more conservative outfit (jeans and a cute shirt) and an outfit that would make any guy drool. She chose the latter and packed away the rest of her clothes.
"Granger! Some time today, could you please get out of the bathroom?"
"One more minute, Malfoy. Be patient!"
"I was being patient a half hour ago!"
"Fine!"
Before he could say anything else, Hermione stepped out of the bathroom in a black not-too-short-but-enough-to-make-them-drop-their-jaw skirt, and a red shirt that particularly hugged each and every curve that Draco now realized she had.
Shoot, Draco thought as Hermione stepped out of the bathroom, she looks good.
Hermione walked through the hallway while hastening to put her earrings in. She smiled as she walked out of the room and said, "Don't wait up."
Although there wasn't many people around, a few guys did happen to gape at her as she greeted Ron with a kiss on the cheek.
"Ready to go?" she asked.
He immediately turned red. "Hermione, what are you wearing?"
She laughed slightly.
"A shirt and a skirt, silly."
"Well, next time could you not where something so... tight?"
She was annoyed at him for making a big deal out of it, but brushed it off and said, "Fine."
"Oi! You! Stop looking at my girlfriend! Merlin, Hermione, let's go and buy you a really big sweater or something!"
As the evening progressed, things didn't get much better. Ron acted possessive, and it seemed all he wanted to do is get her alone and to himself. Finally, when he sent a dirty look to another guy who wasn't even LOOKING at Hermione, Hermione said something.
"Ronald Weasley! What in Merlin's name is wrong with you! Why are you all of a sudden acting like every guy on the face of the Earth wants to ask me out? If I liked any other guy, would I be here with you? And there is nothing wrong with my outfit!"
He mumbled something about other guys looking at her the wrong way.
"What was that Ronald?"
"I said I'm sorry! I just can't stand to see other guys looking at you that way! What is wrong with you, anyway?"
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with ME?I can't take much more of this! Ron, I can't date someone who won't even let me dress the way I want or so much have a guy look at me. We're over." Hermione ran off, sobbing.
A/N Sorry it's so short! If I can get ONE review, then I'll update, ok? -Tay
