Hello my darlings. Yes the Mistress of Chaos has returned. Again.
A/N: I put this under horror, though I think it's more horror-lite, because some people might consider Draco's obsessive behavior stalker-ish. This wasn't intended at first. I see Draco, as a Malfoy, greatly appreciative of the beauty of perfection. This was intended to have some romance to it but as I said Draco's behavior won out. I don't think Draco comes off as crazy, I see him more obsessive and possessive of Hermione's beauty rather than full out crazy. Either way it's Draco- does it really matter in the face of his hotness?
A/N the second: I decided I wasn't quite happy with this as it was so I tweaked it, adding a little bit more detail to it. I also changed the ending as I decided to eliminate the humor aspect from the story. Also there will be a second chapter to show the two different sides of Draco's obsession which should be posted sometime later this week.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I still don't own it. Go figure.
Draco pushed open the door to the bathroom that he shared with his co-head, Hermione Granger. He opened his mouth to berate her for hogging the bathroom but stopped when he saw her sitting in all her glory in the bathtub, head resting on the rim, asleep. Draco knelt down next to her and prodded her in the shoulder; Hermione didn't wake. Draco continued to stare at the girl who had seemingly grown up over night. Everyone had been shocked upon their return to school to see Hermione Granger's beauty. Even her hair had tamed itself, falling in shining ringlets down to her bum.
Draco was brought back from his musings when Hermione emitted a sigh. Draco's brooding gaze swept over her from head to toe. Yes Hermione Granger had truly become the epitome of perfection except for one flaw. Draco's expression softened as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. Her face was truly beautiful- high cheek bones, soft full lips, and a pair of gorgeous eyes (when opened) framed by long lashes. Draco never got to see Hermione's face this way, she usually left her hair flowing freely in classes; thus, blocking his eyeing of her person when she bent her head to take notes. A contemplative smile crossed his face. Most people thought Hermione Granger a picture of perfection, he would make it so.
Draco grabbed his brush from the double vanity and resumed his seat next to Hermione. With a swish of his wand he transfigured his brush into a pair of shears. He reached for a handful of her absurdly long hair and with a tentative hand began to cut. Snip, snip, snip, SNIP. Draco watched in delight as the scissors cut through the thick hair and smiled as the long tresses fell from his hands. He reached for another handful. Snip, SNIP, snip. A fanatical gleam lit Draco's eyes.The more hair that disappeared the more frantic he became. He needed more. SNIP, SNIP. Draco snatched such a large handful of hair he had trouble getting the scissors to cut it all but determinedly sawed through. He began to croon as he chopped more than a foot of hair off. He grabbed more hair, cutting to just below her chin this time. Oh yes, this was glorious. Draco distractedly tossed aside the shorn hair and lowered his voice to a hum as he happily sheared his way through the long mass of hair.
Hermione was awakened by the sounds of soft snipping. Her brow furrowed wondering what could be making such a noise. As she blinked to fully open her eyes she noticed long clumps of hair floating in the bathtub. Confused and not a little worried she began to panic. Hermione distractedly noticed the continuous sound of snipping, but screamed when she saw a pale hand float into her peripheral vision and drop a huge hank of her hair. Hermione quickly turned her head and screamed again when she saw Draco Malfoy, a happy smile on his face and a pair of scissors in his hand. Draco frowned and went to return her head to its former position. When Hermione struggled he was quick to cast petrificus totalus on her. She could only watch in horror as more and more of her hair fell into the bathtub and on the surrounding floor.
Now that all that wretched length was gone Draco could get down to work. He continued to give little snips here and there until he noticed her curls gently side-sweeping her brow. A manic grin shot across his face as with a few more snips he was finished. He noted in delight how her curls now framed her face, highlighting all her wonderful features. The shortness of the hair suited perfectly. Draco 'hmphed' in satisfaction, now her beautiful visage would always be on display for him to enjoy. Coming out of the trance he had fallen into while he worked, Draco called out finite incantatem. He turned a smiling face to Hermione only to be met with one irate witch. Hermione rose from the depths of the tub like an avenging fury. Draco hastened to back up as the fuming witch got up-close and personal with him. Hermione stepped forward and poked Draco in the chest repeatedly.
"You dare? What is the meaning of this Malfoy? What were you doing HACKING off my hair? I worked hard to get it that way."
Draco leaned in, face sincere, as he tried to calm the enraged beauty before him. Didn't she understand he did it for the greater good?
"You are truly beautiful Hermione but your hair hid your most gorgeous features, I wanted you to be the perfection that you should be." Draco's smug grin quickly vanished as he noticed this had not calmed the fury. He slowly paced backwards as Hermione stalked towards him. Draco stopped and frowned. There was a curl that wasn't quite right. He leaned forward and snipped it in half, watching it float to the floor. With one last unrepentant smirk Draco finally turned tail and ran for it with Hermione's words of, "you better run Draco Malfoy" ringing in his ears as he slammed the bathroom door shut.
Hermione sighed in frustration as she looked at the oodles and oodles of hair laying all over the bathroom floor and in the bathtub. Hermione glanced up and saw her face reflected back at her and gaped in shock. Her hair actually looked quite lovely the way Draco had cut it but it just wasn't her; she was used to her long locks. No use crying over spilt milk though, her hair would grow back eventually.
El fin
Legessa
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