Title: One More Time
Chapter: One-Shot
Characters: Draco, Hermione
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling
Feedback: All comments are appreciated. The more the merrier.
Author's Note: This has got to be the silliest thing I ever wrote, but my friend and beta Sharp Tongued insisted that I post. So...blame her. LOL. Also, there's a companion piece to this that will be posted soon.
"Listen here, Mudblood. No one needs to know." His words were punctuated and filled with malice.
"Oh, but I think they do, Malfoy," she said with a smirk, holding up the notebook and waving back and forth in front of him teasingly. "I think they need to know everything. Just what would they think if they knew the Head Boy kept a diary?" She couldn't suppress her loud giggle at the thought, and only proceeded to laugh harder when she caught a glimpse of the daggers Draco was shooting her way.
"It's a journal, Granger," he spat while trying to grab the book out of Hermione's clutches. "Malfoys do not keep diaries."
Noticing his efforts, she pulled out her wand and aimed it his way. "Back off, Malfoy." And he did as he was told.
"Now let's see what we have in here...." Flipping through the pages, she finally settled on one of interest. "Yes, February 4th. I'd never admit this to anyone...I can't even believe I'm putting it into writing in this journal. But I think I'm beginning to fancy Ginny Weasley. Father would have my head if he found out." Hermione had to stop as the tears of laughter were blurring her vision.
Draco just continued to glare at her through narrow slits. "What do you want then? Money? Favor? What will it take to keep you quiet?" Each word was laced with venom.
Hermione pondered that thought a moment. She didn't really want anything from Draco, and she sure as hell wouldn't take his money. But she wouldn't mind having a little fun with him, and embarrass him horribly in the process.
Her eyes lit up suddenly as an idea started to form in her head, and her mouth twisted into a wicked smile. Draco gulped. "What?" He asked, mentally kicking himself for the quiver in his voice.
Draco couldn't hide his mortification as Hermione told him exactly what she wanted him to do.
"You can't be serious..." He started.
"As a heart attack. And if you don't do it, I might just have to hit you one more time." Draco could only groan at the cruel pun.
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The next day, Draco Malfoy - rich, powerful, self-important, widely respected and feared Draco Malfoy - stood before his fellow Hogwarts students on the grounds behind the school. Clad in a pig-tailed wig, black skirt, and a tied-up white shirt, he stepped out onto the makeshift stage amidst all the snickers and catcalls. Hermione doubled over and fell onto the ground at the sight.
As the music began, Draco begrudgingly danced and sang along. "I must confess, that my loneliness, is killing me now. Don't you know I still believe? That you will be here and give me a sign. Hit me baby one more time!" As his cheeks burned crimson, he twirled around, made movements completely unbefitting of a Malfoy, and jiggled his fake goodies. He tried his best to ignore the catcalls as his skirt flew up, exposing the pink lacy panties Hermione had forced him to wear.
When the song finished, Draco quickly ran as fast as he behind the stage, tossing off his wig somewhere along the way. Breathing heavily, he tried to shake off the humiliation.
A few moments later, Hermione came around the corner, notebook in hand. With a wink, she tossed it over to him.
"Here. You earned it," she said between laughs before whipping back around and skipping off.
He really hated that girl.