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I wasn't too satisfied with the way this story was headed so I decided to replace it. There's a few minor changes. Nothing to be too worried about!
Chapter One: Gossips Galore
Hermione Jean Granger stumbled into her dormitory after a late night of studying. To her utter disappointment her roommates were wide awake and gossiping like there was no tomorrow. So much for getting a good night's rest.
"Hey Hermione, back from the library?" giggled Lavender Brown who lay sprawled across Parvati Patil's bed. They were both flipping through magazines and painting each other's nails a bright shade of pink.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Obviously," she snapped.
"Oooh, somebody's in a bad mood," gloated the irritating gossip. She sat up in bed as an idea struck her. "Why don't you join us?"
"And become a gossiping bimbo like yourself? No thanks," scowled Hermione. She still wasn't over the fact that Lavender had used Ron Weasley for a week before breaking his heart and dumping him. But still the blonde acted oblivious to Hermione's attitude towards herself.
That girl would only believe what she wanted herself to believe. Hermione cleared her head of thoughts as she pulled back her covers and snuggled into her warm bed. She was just about to drift into sleep when hysterical giggles brought her back.
Hermione growled in the direction of the dirty blonde haired girl whose brown eyes were filled with amusement. Parvati continuously tried to hush the giggling Lavender, pointing at Hermione.
It seemed as if trying to get some sleep would prove to be a futile effort. So instead of glaring at them, Hermione sat up in bed and asked, "What in Merlin's name could you two possibly be talking about at midnight?"
Lavender shook her head, "So now you want to talk to us?"
"You know what? Forget it!"
"Wait, no. I think we could use Hermione's opinion," whispered Parvati loudly.
"Her?" Lavender shrieked once again with laughter. "What could she possibly know about couples?"
Parvati attempted to hide a smile and Hermione was growing more and more frustrated with every giggle that escaped Lavender. "Don't forget she went out with Viktor Krum."
"You're right," said Lavender when her fit of laughter died down. "She can't have that of a bad taste then. He was hot and famous. Who would've thought a bookworm like her would've snagged the Bulgarian Seeker?"
Said bookworm cleared her throat to make her presence known.
"Oh well, I suppose we could use her input," said Lavender after thinking it over a few more times.
"My input on what?"
"Hogwarts' couples," Parvati whispered conspiratorially. Hermione looked at them in amusement, so that was what they were making such a big deal about?
"I think the Slytherin Sex God and I would make the perfect couple," stated Lavender haughtily.
"Slytherin Sex God?" Now it was Hermione who burst into fits of laughter. "So who is this unfortunate 'Slytherin Sex God'?"
The question made the two other girls stare at her in horror. "You don't know who the Slytherin Sex God is?"
"What do you think, Parvati? How would she know who he is, when her nose is always stuck in a book?"
Parvati finally answered Hermione's question. "Draco Malfoy."
This only made Hermione double up, "Hahaha, I actually thought you said Malfoy."
"She did. I mean have you seen that hunk. He has muscles that I never even knew existed. It must be due to all that Quidditch training."
"Who would've ever thought Draco Malfoy would ever look this good? He's got those perfect aristocratic features-"
"His platinum blonde hair isn't gelled like it was when he was younger-"
"Fine ass-"
"Sexy smirk-"
"Hypnotic grey eyes-"
"Rock hard abs-"
"Rumor has it that he's nine inches!" Parvati exclaimed.
Hermione was puzzled. "Nine inches? He has to at least be six feet. Malfoy's only a few inches shorter than Ron and definitely an inch or so taller than Harry." Was she actually discussing Draco Malfoy of all people with the biggest gossips of Hogwarts? And since when did Hermione know his height?
The girls laughed full out at Hermione's statement which further confused her. "Six feet? If his cock was six feet, no one would be able to ride that thing!" It was Lavender who made this declaration.
Hermione blushed in embarrassment. How dense was she to think that they actually meant his height? Now that she realized what they were talking about-Hermione felt her whole body flush. Eww, this is Draco Malfoy! I think the late night studies are messing with my brain.
When Hermione came out of her thoughts, Lavender and Parvati moved onto another subject-thankfully.
"Like I was saying," Lavender paused to glare at Hermione, who she'd noticed was not paying attention. "I think Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott are the hottest Hogwarts couple," she paused. "After Draco and myself, of course."
Hermione shot the blonde a look of disgust. How anyone could think of the slimy ferret in that way escaped her. Nonetheless she contributed to the discussion, "I don't think so. Parkinson would be better off with Ron. I can't believe I'm saying this-but they'd make a pretty cute couple. Taking in their personalities, I think they'd get along wonderfully."
Taking in that she'd only spoken to Pansy Parkinson a handful of times and most of those times she was giggling at an insult directed towards Hermione, Hermione realized she didn't know the Slytherin too well. But then she had caught the girl sneaking glances at Ron from time to time. That had to mean something, right?
Parvati and Lavender stared at her. "You can't actually think Won-Won would consider going out with the Slytherin."
"Considering he went out with you, Lavender, I wouldn't be surprised," stated Parvati after getting over her initial shock.
Lavender glared at her best friend, but then laughed. "You two are weird."
The two girls shrugged. Hey, it was their opinion after all. The rest of the night was spent discussing matches for the seventh years of Hogwarts.
Hermione was actually pretty interested in it, even though she wouldn't really admit it out loud. She truly believed that given the opportunity the people who she believed would make the perfect couple could actually get together. For example, Blaise Zabini was attracted to Ginny and vice versa. Even though Ginny was with Harry, personally, Hermione did not think they should be together.
Harry would be better off with Luna Lovegood. He was actually one of the few that thought Luna's quirks were funny and genuine. Given the time they could develop their friendship into something more. But that meant Ginny would have to be out the picture.
"Good luck with your weird couples," snorted Lavender. "They would never-in a million years-get together." Even Parvati had to agree that there was no way the couples Hermione had in mind would ever give each other the time of day.
"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Hermione whispered as a thought struck her.
Maybe, thought Hermione as she finally was drifting off to sleep at the crack of dawn. Maybe, just maybe there's a possibility they could end up together and happy. And Hermione had a plan. She'd make Lavender and Parvati eat their words.
Tomorrow Hermione would put Operation Matchmaking into action. And she had the perfect way to get the couples together. And no it did not involve love potions. It was Hermione Jean Granger-Hogwarts' very own Dr. Love. On second thought Love Cupid sounds better, Dr. Love's just too sappy.
Hermione drifted into the land of cupids and hearts . . . and a pale blonde.
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