Sixteen Candles
Chapter Two
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She found it extremely easy to wallow in her self-pity. "But, Pans, how could they forget? That's so typically boy; do you know that?"
"Aw, come on, Hermione," Pansy was about ready to choke Harry and Ron for forgetting. Merlin knows that an upset Hermione is not a fun Hermione. "Why don't you just remind them? Play the guilt card? It could be highly profitable."
"What?"
"Just think of all the things you could have them do for you... the possibilities are endless!"
The brunette laughed, "What a Slytherin thing to say. I wouldn't stoop so low as to remind them. I'd much rather wallow."
"Oh, no, because that would be too easy for our favorite know-it-all," Pansy murmured.
"What was that, Pans?"
"Come, on; we've got to get to Muggle Studies."
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Hermione definitely didn't think that she would be having to do this when she signed up for NEWT level Muggle Studies. Sure, most of the students in this class only took it because it was an easy 'Acceptable' (take Pansy for example, who was currently sitting with the rest of the Slytherins at the back of the room, sleeping). However, being the wonderful, knowledge-hungry girl that she was, Hermione wanted to take this subject so she could see exactly what wizards really thought of muggles. And another O on her resume wouldn't be so bad, either.
Hermione agreed that creating an understanding of muggles through doing what normal muggle teenagers did on a daily basis was a good idea, but this was taking it to an extreme. Honestly, did Professor Burbage actually want her to fill out this, dare she say it, sex survey? Biting the inside of her lip, Hermione tentatively started filling out the questions. After all, it said 'confidential' on the top, and teachers couldn't lie, could they?
She grimaced as she neared one of the last questions. "Do you want to have intercourse with anyone in particular? (It can be your ideal, we won't tell.)" Hermione whispered to herself.
Before she could think about what she was doing, she scribbled down her answer: Draco Malfoy.
Does he/she know? Most definitely not, the brunette thought, and if she had anything to do with it, it would stay that way.
Finishing up the survey she folded it into a perfect square, getting ready to send it to Pansy. They always swapped embarrassing stuff like this - it was a way of bonding, in a sense, an "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours" type of game.
Quickly, wanting to get rid of the evidence, she doodled Pansy's name on the parchment and a couple of zig-zags going across the survey. Slipping her wand out of her robes, Hermione whispered the spell that Ginny had taught her to use when passing notes, and with a little snap the paper vanished, and reappeared on Miss Parkinson's desk.
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He was bored out of his mind, with absolutely nothing to do. No one was really filling out this survey, so why bother? He laughed as Parkinson giggled a little in her sleep and turned over, oblivious to the fact that at any minute the Professor could start up class again.
He surveyed the room, seeing the survey had made some students flustered, while others were as bored as he was. Granger had the right idea; she had her wand out and ready, probably passing notes.
With a faint pop, the very same Parkinson who was deeply immersed in dreamland received a note that hovered just above her desk, begging to be opened.
He lasted a total of four minutes and twenty-seven seconds before he reached over his desk and past Pansy to snatch up the floating parchment.
After all, he was bored, and now he had something to do. .
"What do you mean, you don't have it?!"
"Come on, Hermione, it can't be that embarrassing, you didn't have your name on it, right?"
She blushed a wonderful Gryffindor crimson, "You know I put my name on everything!"
Pansy would've laughed at her friend if she didn't know that she would be hexed into oblivion, "Well... who'd you put down?"
Hermione gave her a look.
"Oh, you didn't, Mi."
"It asked for my ideal!"
"Well, Draco Malfoy's ideal for sure."
The Gryffindor sighed, "Well, whoever has it now better not know it was me, or else I might as well feed myself to acromantulas now."
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The Slytherin Prince, stud extraordinaire, strolled casually down to the Quidditch pitch for practice, his team in tow. His best mate, Blaise Zabini, walked next to him proudly; after all, he was with the most popular boy in Hogwarts.
"Do you know Hermione Granger?"
The Italian scoffed, "Of course I do; Gryffindor, right?"
"Yeah," Draco's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you think of her?"
"I don't."
"Would you ever go out with her?" Blaise laughed loudly, thoroughly amused by the questions. "Depends on how much you paid me."
"She's not ugly..."
Watching the blond unlock the changing room, Zabini couldn't help but become somewhat curious, "Why do you ask?"
Malfoy shrugged nonchalantly, "I just catch her watching me a lot. She looks at me like she's in love with me."
"Aw, come one, who cares! I mean, you've got Luna, so what does it really matter if some little kitty, I mean lioness, has a crush on you?"
Draco Malfoy inwardly cringed at his girlfriend's name. Sure, she was hot enough, and all the boys would kill to be in Draco's position- the hottest, most popular boy at Hogwarts with an equally stunning girlfriend - but was that what he really wanted?
Instead of acknowledging his thoughts, Draco nodded in agreement to get his friend off his back, and started pulling on his practice jersey.
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Author's Note.
Thank you so, so much to my amazing beta, fallingstar93! (: She does a super amazing job. Yay!
And, I promise, there's a reason for Luna. The story needs a whacky girl in that place⦠(: What do you think?
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