The Heroine Always Ends Up With The Bad Boy
Hermione Granger searched frantically in the Gryffindor common room in hopes of finding her red-headed girl best friend. She spotted her reading the newest issue of Witch Weekly, in the front cover was a certain Slytherin Blond, smirking. She bushed madly.
"Hey, Gin. I need to talk to you. I have a big problem," Hermione stated while motioning for the redhead to go upstairs to her room.
"Is it something about an unanswered question, you confused, McGonagall surprised and an even more surprised Hogwarts' student population,hmmm?," Ginny, asked slyly, once they were inside her room.
"Well, yes, partly, but that's not the real problem," Hermione answered, closing the door.
"Then, what is it?," Ginny asked, glancing at Hermione and putting her magazine aside.
"I wasn't paying attention in McGonagall's class because I was thinking of something and I didn't even know what she was blabbering about."
Ginny gave her a long, questioning glance.
"Okay, give me a break, it was a someone for Merlin's sake…and to top that, it was a boy," Hermione shouted, complete with hand signs and all.
"Uhmm..Who is it then? Ron?"
"He is handsome, Gin," Hermione stated, as-a-matter-of-factly.
Ginny pretended to look hurt and the laughed. She, of all people, knew that her best friend wouldn't fancy her brother.
"Harry, then??"
"He's a Slytherin, handsome boy."
"Blaise…Blaise Zabini."
"No."
"Okay Hermione, quit the guessing game. Just tell me, who is it?"
"You're no fun at all, Gin. I think I have a crush on a certain blond-Slytherin, Quidditch-seeker with the gorgeous lips, snobby-bratty, handsome headboy," came the awaited answer.
"Did you mention hot and sexy. I knew it, I knew it all along," said Ginny, grinning like mad.
"What? Why didn't you say I lost my marbles? Why didn't you say that I was insane? No glares and curses and no saying Malfoy-is-a-git-why-did-you-have-a-bloody –crush-on-him?," a frown etching Hermione's face.
"Hermione I'm not like Ron, I am not shallow and I'm definitely beautiful, okay? You, above all, must know that because you are my best friend," Ginny said, pouting.
"But how could I have a crush on that slimy ferret? He made my life hell the last five years."
"I don't know, Mione. I just don't know. Since, you've become head girl, you couldn't stop talking about Malfoy and making his life, hell. But I did have suspicions that you had a crush on him."
Oh, Merlin. I think I have gone crazy. I couldn't stop having daydreams and good nightmares about that ferret."
"Mione, you know there are no such things as good nightmares, right?"
"Yes."
"Good. Because I thought you had gone crazy. You are not your usual intelligent-conversation-please-Hermione-self, you know?"
"Yes, Gin. I definitely know and I am not pleased with it. Not with Professor Snape deducting a hundred points from Gryffindor, because of me, not knowing the answer which I am supposed to know."
Ginny cast her a horrified look and with a rather hoarse voice, said:
"He did WHAT?"
End
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