I Proclaim You…Ticklish?
Disclaimer: I wish!
Draco Malfoy's greatest fear and secret has been revealed by none other than Hermione Granger… he's ticklish!
Despite the blazing fire in the Heads' Common Room, the atmosphere was anything but warm. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger stood on opposite sides of the room, hurling verbal abuses at one another.
"Granger, you must be pulling my leg!"
"Malfoy, do you feel my hands on your leg? That would be a no! If you did, I would most definitely have to cleanse myself later!"
And so forth. I'm quite certain you get the gist of things.
The Head Girl had been practising simple levitation charms on a feather, when Malfoy had sauntered into the room after Quidditch practice. As the Head Boy caught sight of the feather, his face took on a look of horror and he ran to his room, safe from the offensive object. Once he had showered, he walked downstairs and into the Common Room, only to find the mudblood Granger swishing her wand at the bloody feather! Deciding to make his presence known to Hermione, he opened his mouth, only to find that she had already begun talking.
"If you're here to insult me, save your breath. I've got better things to do than listen to you talk, Malfoy," she said calmly.
This statement caused Malfoy to open and shut his mouth, rather resembling a goldfish.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and laughed openly at his reaction, her concentration interrupted. The feather flew towards the boy immediately, brushing itself against his forehead. Once again, an unwarranted reaction from the blond occurred.
He swished his hands at the feather, hoping to get it away from his beautiful hair. You heard me. Yes, he swished. Like a girl would at an annoying insect. Draco Malfoy, Slytherin prince and git extraordinaire, had swished at a feather.
Hermione's laughter ceased as shock overcame her. She stared as the feather continued brushing Malfoy, and soon, the boy had started laughing while continuously making swishing motions. The studious girl allowed the torture to continue for several minutes before whipping out her wand and muttering a spell at the bewitched feather.
As he realised that he was no longer at the mercy of the villainous feather, Malfoy stood up and regained his composure, only to find that Granger was giggling silently at him. Slowly but surely, the Slytherin cracked a smile at the brown-haired girl, and with that began a beautiful relationship.
Don't be too harsh on me, please. That was my first Draco/Hermione fic, and I'd really appreciate it if you could give me tips on how to improve. That would make my day! No kidding.
