House: Gryffindor
Category: Drabble
Prompts: "Stop being so dramatic"
Word count: 578
My little revision of the infamous Buckbeak scene, tinged with some Dramione goodness.
"Ahh! It's killed me! It's killed me!"
If there was ever an Oscar for Best Overreactor, Draco Lucius Malfoy would bring honor and glory to the Wizarding world for being the first recipient of said prestigious award from the Magical dimension.
Hermione idly wondered what he'd have done if Buckbeak had so much as stepped onto his foot.
This wasn't the first time he had pulled this kind of pathetic stunt, which were being performed all in the name of getting into her good books so she could pity him, go with him to Hogsemade and to that darn charity shadow dance.
To promote harmony, the organizers had set the rules of Purebloods and Halfbloods being allowed, only and only if they brought along a Muggle-born witch or wizard with them.
Much as it surprised her, Draco Malfoy had a great fascination towards shadow dances. His taste in art was obviously of a different realm.
Last week, he had "accidentally" bumped shoulders with her during their combined Potions class so that her Shrinking Solution would spill all over the floor.
Later, he'd tell her with a well-acted out concerned demeanor that he had seen Pansy exchange potions with her when she was busy scolding the Weasel.
The week before that, he had pushed her out of the way with a cringe-worthy yelp of "Look out Granger!" when Crabbe had been seemingly aiming his wand at her.
Who did he think he was fooling, with his croonies somehow landing in each scheme? By victimizing himself, Malfoy was desperate to win the clever Muggle-born witch's sympathy, just so he could get those prized shadow dance tickets.
Hagrid had now scooped up the pale-haired boy who was clutching onto his "bruised" arm in a much feigned agony, into his large arms and was walking along the trail that led back to Hogwarts.
The class was unofficially dismissed.
Before she knew it, Hermione Granger had left her two best friends to chuckle over how girly Malfoy could be and had fallen into step with Hagrid.
She walked at the same side where Malfoy had his head thrown back across Hagrid's arms.
His eyes were screwed shut.
"He'll be alright, won't he Hagrid?" her little concerned voice managed to do the trick.
She instantly felt the heat of his gaze on her as she primly kept her eyes focused on her teacher.
"Oy, it's a little bruise 'is all. He'll be perfectly alright Miss Granger"
She nodded and then accidentally-on-purpose, dropped her gaze to his smoldering one.
He had a shit-eating grin plastered all over his face.
"So you finally showed you care" his whisper was thankfully unheard to Hagrid over the crunching of two pairs of feet on the dead leaves and his own incessant muttering, probably about the Malfoy heir himself.
She didn't respond.
"Will you go with me now?"
To this, she gave him a smirk that could rival his own and she reveled in the way his brows shot up.
"Stop being so dramatic and maybe I would"
With this and a cheery "I should go back to Harry and Ron. Bye Hagrid!", she had swirled on her feet and retraced her footsteps into the forest.
She wouldn't miss the Malfoy jokes that were undoubtedly being cooked by her best friends at that very moment for nothing.
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