Summary: Malfoy gets dared to ask Hermione out. Will it actually turn out to be love? Or will Malfoy get too caught up in his ghetto ness to care?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They belong to J.K Rowling. J.K Rowling is also in no way affiliated with the ghetto Malfoy. That is all my imagination.
A/N: The site took down this story, and I think it was for the language, so I'm putting it back up rated R, but that is the only reason for the rating. Also, I don't talk that way in real life, it's just for the story! Please review!!
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Hermione"Hermione!" said Professor McGonagall loudly. I sat up, cursing at myself for not paying attention. This was the first time she ever had to call me to attention. I tried to listen to her mindless droning on why Animagi needed to register with the Ministry of Magic. Ron's red hair dangled in front of my desk, in very grave danger of grazing her desk. I groaned inwardly. I absolutely hated Ron. Little Mr. I-think-I'm all-that. I know, I know, I'm supposed to be his best friend and all, but seriously, he could be really annoying sometimes. Always asking to copy my homework (learn how to think for yourself, boy!) and getting everyone to feel so sorry for him because he's poor (I know for a fact that Harry forced them to take some of his money). But for the sake of Harry, I pretended I "enjoyed his presence". He (Harry) had told me a number of times that if I just got to know him, he would become less annoying. The key word in that sentence was "got to know him".
Actually, that was four words.
Oh shut up, Danielle. As I was saying before the voice in my head rudely interrupted me, if I could actually talk to him for a second before he started complaining for something or another, I would at least try to get to know him. And people actually got the idea that I got a crush on him. On Ron Weasley?? You have to be crazy! I heard somebody whispering in the background, and I turned around to see who it was. Ah. Now that was someone worthy of my affections. His gorgeous white-blond hair fell lazily across his forehead, just grazing his right eyelid. He was obviously making fun of someone, because Crabbe and Goyle were laughing hysterically. On the other hand, Crabbe and Goyle always laughed at everything he said. He leaned back in his chair dangerously, his hand over one side. I could talk about him all day; he was beautiful, fantastic, and hotter than anything. I am breathless, I'm helpless-
Ohhh, hotness.
Yes, Danielle, he is very hot.
No. Ron. Hotness.
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DracoI caught the mofo staring at me again in Transfig. God, I know I'm hot and all that shit but seriously control yourself woman. It's not like I'd ever be interested in you. Take your frizzy hair and smart-ass over to some other homie. God.
That was the last thing I remember thinkin before goin to bed last night. If I had known those words were gonna come back and haunt me, I wouldnta have said em at all. But shi-it, they did. Fo sho. So this is how it all went down:
James: Hey, Malfoy. If you so annoyed about that bitch Granger, then we'll pay you 13 galleons to ask her out.
Shi-it. Lookin back, I shoulda asked for more.
Me: Ask the mofo out, or actually go out wit her?
That shit took a few minutes of thought.
James: Yea. 2 dates.
Me: No way. I ain't goin anywhere near that mofo, you lil fucker. Aight?
James: Cool. Do it tonight. We'll watch.
Do people just not take me seriously? God. So now I have to ask the mofo out. Actually, I don't. Well, yes I do, since he told all of Slytherin that I was bringin down the house tonight. So they all gonna watch me. It's a fuckin dare. Shit. Oh, what the fuck, I do have a rep to keep up to. I bagged my Fubu pants a little more, so she could see my boxers.
Get. Up. Walk. Over. To. Table. No. The. Other. Table. Say. Hi.
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Hermione"Yo." He said.
Oh. My. God. He just said hi. To me.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Shut up, Danielle. Ok, why is he talking to me? This is weird. Wait. Act like I hate him.
"What." I replied, hoping I looked like I hated him.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Shut up Dan-
Wait. That was me.
"Uh, yea. Can I talk to you for a sec?
"Uh. Yea." I got up and followed him.
He walks like a duck.
Shut up, Danielle! That's how cool people walk.
"So." He said. He wasn't really sounding ghetto anymore.
He looked down at me, his smooth face looking even smoother then normal.
"You wanna go out wit me?
