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Summary: Hermione Granger is the last person who would lose control over herself. What happened to the know-it-all? One minute she's shouting her heart out and the next she's… flirting wit Draco Malfoy? DMHG
A/N: I was inspired my friends to do a HP fic… heehee… check them out to okay? They're really good! (last-ang3l, alarice-jade and fallen-existence)
FLIRTING SILHOUETTES
Chapter 1
Harry Potter stomped inside Hogwarts' Express with all his luggage at hand. His loose shirt and torn jeans made him look worn-out, and his messy black hair and crooked eyeglasses didn't make him look any better.
"I barely found you," he told his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger as he opened the door of one of the train compartments.
The tall and lanky Weasley shuddered as he watched his best friend take a seat. "Bloody hell… What happened to you?" he asked, referring to how disheveled Harry looked.
"Let's just say I bumped into a lot of people as I hurried on my way here," Harry replied as he ruffles his hair as if to tidy it up. Although anyone in the right mind would notice how useless it was. "It took me over an hour before I could convince the Dursleys to take me to the station!"
Hermione wriggled in her seat and faced them. She placed the book she was reading a few minutes ago in her lap. "Why did you have to ask them to take you here anyway?" she asked with a little annoyance. "You could've asked me or Ron to pick you up."
"I didn't want to bother you," Harry replied with an unsure smile. He turned to face Hermione but was caught in a gape when he saw her. "W-Whoa…" he stammered. It was the first time he really got to look at her and he was amazed with the progress.
Hermione's hair was tamed and had - if not perfect - beautiful curls. Her cheeks were rosier than Harry had remembered and she looked sophisticated for a brainy 7th Year witch.
"I'll have to jinx your eyes out soon if you don't stop staring at me," she told him with the most threatening voice she could muster. Lucky for her, Harry turned back to Ron with a surprised look.
All she did was cast a few rectifying spells on her hair and face, just to fix up a few things she hated about how she looked. The last thing she wanted was her best friends gaping at her like she was some superstar. First Ron, then Harry… Maybe I should put things back the way they were… she thought irascibly to herself, remembering how Ron acted when he first entered the compartment and how Harry just did.
"Well, well, well… I didn't expect to see you here Potty," Draco Malfoy greeted them tauntingly as he peek his 'fully-blown' head into the train compartment. He was the guy with the worst attitude and the most unbearable ego.
"You don't expect a lot of things, Malfoy," Hermione insulted him with the same disgusted look that dawns on her face everytime since she had the misfortune of meeting him.
Draco smirked and ran a hand through his gorgeous blonde hair. It made Harry, Ron, and Hermione even more annoyed. "I wasn't talking to you, you filthy little mudblood," he sneered.
It wasn't the first time he called Hermione that, and something tells her it wouldn't be the last either. She was somehow getting used to the name-calling, hearing it everytime they get the chance to chat. Hermione simply shrugged and smirked back at the obnoxious, young Slytherin.
Ron on the other hand, got a little too furious for his own good and started to shout with veins popping out of his neck. "You call Hermione that one more time and I swear I'd curse you right to the point of oblivion!" It was the smartest comeback he could muster, but it didn't do any good nevertheless. He had his wand out, which was now pointed at Draco, and was gritting his teeth as to take out all his anger. He wasn't any good at spells and anything that has got to do with his wand for that matter, so the prat wasn't at the least intimidated.
"Ooh-hoo… Weasel is actually threatening me!" Draco taunted him, telling his bird-brained friends, Crabbe and Goyle who were laughing at the back. He took his wand out from his pocket and pointed it to Ron as well. "We'll see who's going to be hexed!" he shouted menacingly with a devious smile on his face.
"Yeah, we will," Harry sneered at him as he and Hermione took their wands out as well. Crabbe and Goyle did the same and soon they were in a glaring contest.
Hermione grinned and stared at Draco playfully. "Do you really think we'd lose this one?" she asked cockily. Unlikely for her, yes, but it was an irresistible opportunity to point out how they have the upper hand at anything.
"Of course mudblood," he simply answered.
"You are the only one who could use a wand," she pointed out mischievously, referring to how useless Crabbe and Goyle are. "While we, on the other hand, can all use one," she added. "Of course Ron could be a little rusty, but he's still better that your army of mindless thugs."
"Rusty!" Ron echoed, a little offended.
"Sorry Ron."
Draco took a deep breath before putting down his wand. "I'll get you for this mudblood," he told Hermione with venom seeping out from every word. "C'mon!" he shouted at Crabbe and Goyle who followed him unquestioningly.
"Way to go Hermione!" Harry congratulated her as he puts his wand back to his own pocket.
"But… rusty?" Ron echoed her last comeback - again - with a goofy, hurt expression plastered on his face.
Hermione shrugged. "I said I was sorry," she told him like the know-it-all she used to be before she resumed to what she was reading.
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"So, do you know who's the Head Boy?" Ginny Weasley asked the moment she took sight of Hermione on their way to the Great Hall. They just arrived via the carriages and of course, as tradition, they went straight for the sorting ceremony and feast.
Hermione smiled at the Weaslette and complimented her glamorous red hair and lady-like figure before she answered. Ginny was tall, but unlike her brothers was not lanky and she could've looked like one of the popular girls if it weren't for the hand-me-down robes. "Actually, no, not yet," she finally answered her earlier question.
"Oh well," Ginny retaliated, slightly disappointed. "I'll see you later!" she told them before walking passed them with her friends.
"You mean, McGonagall hasn't told you yet?" Harry asked, hearing what the girls were talking about a few moments ago.
Hermione nodded as if it was no big deal. "All I know about him is that he's neither of you two."
"And you don't care?" Ron asked a little alarmed.
Hermione arched an eyebrow at his reaction. He seemed more disturbed by it than she is. "Well, should I?" she interrogated.
Harry and Ron both shrugged. "Hermione," Ron started. Hermione knew it was going to be 'somewhat' a sermon by his tone. "The Head Boy is going to be a… a guy that you're going to be with in a single, special common room for the whole year!" he wailed with panic as they halted from their tracks. "Not to mention in all the rounds you'll be making at night."
"Uh… So?" it was the only thing she could reply with.
"So, knowing exactly who he would be is crucial," it was Harry who answered her this time. "For all you know he could be…" he started, turning his head in all direction as if to find the right example. "Malfoy," he finished his statement, making his point.
Hermione shrugged before walking on. "Malfoy? A Head Boy?" she voiced out the annoying thought with total disgust. "What in Merlin's name are you talking about? The world could've already gone mad before something like that happens."
Ron and Harry both tried their best to cope up with her fast pace as they rush for an answer to talk some sense to their friend.
"Anything could happen you know," Harry replied.
Hermione instantly stopped from her tracks and faced her paranoid friends. "Look, if it gets us off the subject, I'll ask McGonagall at the feast," she told them with an 'okay?' look.
"Fine."
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The sorting ceremony lasted for a few minutes and Dumbledore reminded them of the rules before shouting in his old, cracking voice, "Let the feast begin!" as all the food magically appears on the table.
"You told us you're going to ask who's going to be the Head Boy," Ron reminded Hermione before she could even grab anything to eat.
Hermione groaned in response. "Can't I at least grab something to eat first?" she asked pleadingly and at the same time evidently annoyed.
"No!" Harry, Ron - and to her surprise - Ginny and Lavender shouted all at the same time.
She was slightly taken aback. "Oh, alright! If it bothers you that much," she exclaimed as she stands up from her seat and walks towards the witty professor, Minerva McGonagall.
Hermione mumbled to herself as she approached McGonagall with an annoyed expression on her face. She really wasn't making a big deal out of the not-knowing-who's-going-to-be-the-Head-Boy issue, so who gave her friends the right to worry about it? They're not the one who's going to stay with a total stranger for the whole year aren't they? They're probably just worried Hermione, she spoke to herself to calm her nerves a little. Her hunger was starting to get to her head.
"Uh… Professor?" she asked the moment she was already standing in front of the Transfiguration teacher. Another voice accompanied hers, it was a familiar one. She did not notice the other student on the way probably because of her irked thoughts and rumbling stomach, which she was completely distracted with. Nevertheless, she turned to where it came from - beside her - and glared the instant she recognized the ever-so-familiar gray eyes glaring back. Malfoy! I should have known…
"What are you doing here?" they wailed at each other.
"It's none of your business Malfoy!" Hermione was the first to answer the mutual interrogation.
"Well mine either," Draco spat back with unvarying irritation. "What the hell do you care."
"Did you two walk all the way here to have me hear your silly bickering?" Professor McGonagall asked impatiently, taken a little aback by the way they acted.
"No!" they shouted in unison.
Hermione shook her head. "Sorry Professor," she took the initiative to apologize. Who would expect Draco to do it anyway?
"Yeah… whatever," Draco responded in a murmur.
"I was wondering," they both started, afterwards glaring at each other. No one dared to start another word fight for they were both so hungry they could eat a horse. Anything to end the conversation.
Professor McGonagall arched an eyebrow in response.
"Who's going to be the new Head Boy?"
"Who's going to be the new Head Girl?"
Hermione and Draco gaped at each other when they realized what the other one just said. They were speechless for a few moments still finding it hard to swallow all the information in.
A small smile curled on McGonagall's lips. "I guess you both found out for yourselves," she told them before taking a sip from her goblet filled with pumpkin juice.
They could both feel their heart sinking. It was an unacceptable fact that they're going to stay at one special common room for the whole year, have night rounds together, and to say least, curse at each other's company for an entire school year! It was a hopeless situation. No one's going to get them out of it this time.
My first HP fic. I'm not actually sure what to do with it… I'm not that familiar with the original story. Thankfully I have my friends to help me! Yay them! heehee…. I'm having a bit of an author's block with my other stories so I guess I kinda wrote this to enable the new ideas to come in… Sorry if my updates take too long… I don't like it that way either believe me… Anywayzzz… hope you like this one, it's not a prologue so I guess the description in the summary would come out in the 2nd or 3rd chapter, you just gotta read heehee… REVIEWS please! P
Oh yeah, thanks to last-ange3l, alarice-jade, and fallen-existence. (Actually they're the influence why I wrote this hehehe…) Many thanks guys!