This is one of those 'Good turns Bad' fic. But to me, its slightly humerous. Anywayz, long story-short, Hermione has been acting strange the few days before this. One night, Draco comes to his room that he must share with Hermione and he sees her infront of her of a mirror, fluffing her hair. He asks why and she answers. They make a bet and then the story takes place after that.
Well, I hope y'all like this. I did the first four chapters yesterday night, so excuse me if they don't sound really good.
Disclamier: I own Harry Potter. Always have, always will. Bow before my power! Hahahaha...(wakes up) MAN! It was only a dream. I don't own Harry Potter. (frowns)
Draco entered her room, knowing she was there even before dinner. Then again, so was he. They were, after all, the Heads.
What puzzled him though was that he saw her not in her usual uniform and robe, but blue jeans, the hem of a blue and purple shirt, and a black jacket covering from her neck to just before the hem. "Granger?"
Hermione turned to her roomate from the mirror before her, still fluffing her unruly crimpled hair. "Yes, Draco?"
He froze. Draco? Since when did she name him by his proper name? "What is wrong with you?"
"McGonagall wants me to sing before dinner tonight. I plan to put on a show." He could have sworn he saw a sly smile cross those lips of her.
"You? Sing? I bet my bank money to see you sing infront of the whole school." He laughed. He was enjoying his own mock so much, he almost didn't hear her next sentance.
"Alright, you're on."
"Hahahaha, wait, what?"
"You heard me, Malfoy. You're on. If I sing tonight without freezing up, I get all the money in your account. If I shock the life out of you, I get your family's entire fortune. You in? Or are you too chicken?" She spoke the animal's language to emphasize her point.
Draco clenched his fists. Nobody called him a chicken. He stuck out his hand. "Deal."
She shook it with pride, a mischevious glint in those brown eyes of hers. "Deal. Now, if you don't mind..." She zipped up her jacket. "I have a show to do." She strolled out and he could've sworn he felt something graze against his thigh...