This is a drabble. I used the Prompt St. Mungo's
Part of my Of Slytherins and Gryffindors Universe. Pretty much S!Ron and S!Hermione with G!Draco and G!Harry.
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Hermione sneered. She didn't like that Gryffindor prick. He was disappointing, he was loud, he was a slacker, so why couldn't she get him out of her mind? Why couldn't she think of someone else? Why did it have to be him, her best friend's, and she uses the title loosely, cousin? The one person who could get under her skin? Maybe that was it, he was the only one who could rattle her, the only one who made her strive for something better?
It helped that he had a great ass. Ugh, she should be placed in St. Mungo's just for that thought alone.
Hermione sighed, not something seen often and never in front of others. Why her? Why Him? Why did she, Hermione Granger, Top of her class, the Queen of Slytherin, in love with Him, Draco Malfoy, Slacker, average Gryffindor, and best friends with her worst enemy, Harry Potter?
It wasn't fair.
Blah de Blah!
Mars