This is my first HP fic ever, and I'm sure that's it's really bad so please review so I can get better! And, this one isn't very romantic yet, but I'm getting there….me and my cliches.
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Chapter One
"And then you call me, and it's not so bad, it's not so bad…"
"Hey, Mudblood!"
Hermione shook her head and turned in Draco's direction. "What is it this time, Malfoy?"
A smug look overcame Draco's face. "You know the Ball tomorrow night? Pick you up at seven."
She let out a condescending laugh. "Do you find this ploy usually works, Malfoy? Or, let me guess—you've never tried it before? Of course, if I go along to the ball with you, I'll discover the inner you—nothing at all like the outer you I've been exposed to for the past five years. A little bit cautious, a little bit bad—the perfect man. Am I right?"
Draco was rather taken aback by Hermione's retort. "I…uh? Yeah, well…same to you!" He stared at Hermione's retreating back and began to walk a little bit faster so that he could keep up. Ron rolled his eyes.
"…damn ferrets…don't know when to give up…"
Hermione giggled at Ron's comment as Draco managed to trip over one of the many coats of armour that adorned the hallway. As they began to turn the corner into the stairs that led to the dungeons, Harry grabbed Hermione from behind. She screamed, thinking it was Draco, and turned quickly, wand poised, ready to defend herself.
Harry threw his hands up into the air. "I surrender, fair maiden!" She giggled as he pulled her towards him and kissed her quickly on the nose. Ron shook his head at them, and they spent so much time lingering on the stairs that Draco slunk past, his smirk back in place, and his composure regained enough to yell out a profanity to the trio before entering the potions classroom.
Ron noticed that the door was closing and motioned to the others that it was time to go. They raced down and slipped through the doorway just before Snape slammed it shut. "Well, well, well," he muttered, "late for class again, are we Potter? Weasley? Granger?" He looked towards the Slytherin's in the room. "Should I simply berate them for their tardiness? Or perhaps something more…serious…is in order?" The Slytherin's all nodded. "Any ideas, then?"
A loud murmur came over the classroom: Slytherin's voicing their ideas while the Gryffindor's voiced their outrage. Pansy Parkinson felt the need to shout her idea above all the others. "Detention, Professor! In the Forbidden Forest!"
Snape seemed to like this idea, so he returned to his desk and wrote in a small date book on his desk. Harry, Ron and Hermione stood at the front of the classroom, unsure of what to do. Harry lent in and whispered to the other two. "I'll bet the only thing he ever writes in there are detentions…unless he's got a secret relationship with Filch!"
The professor heard Harry's comment and felt his pulse quicken with rage, but he held it in as he gestured to the three to seat themselves. Once everyone was in order, he called out that today he would be conducting a practical test, and for everyone to brew the potion they had been working on the previous week for testing—in silence. With that, he settled himself down at his desk and began marking third-year papers, with only the occasional clink of metal disturbing him.
A loud crash broke the silence that had settled over the Potions classroom. Snape's head snapped up, and he glared straight towards the three who stood rather sheepishly at the back of the room, Ron's cauldron lying on the floor and the contents—atop Pansy Parkinson's head. The latter was squealing even more shrilly than usual, due to the size of her new mouth. Snape narrowed his eyes and allowed a smirk to creep across his pallid face. "Yet again, it seems that the tactless trio have disturbed my class. Twenty points from Gryffindor."
Harry was indignant. "But, Professor! It wasn't even our fault! Draco—"
"Keep talking, Potter, and I'll make it fifty. Miss Parkinson, I'll restore your mouth to its original size if you'll stop squawking like a parrot and join me down the front." Pansy, with a toss of her head, making her huge mouth flap around rather comically(which caused Ron to collapse on his chair in a fit of giggles), walked to the front and allowed Professor Snape to repair her face.
Not soon after, the bell went, signalling the end of class for the day.