Exasperation: Just Your Average Love Story
A/N: Thank you all for your fine words of support for the previous chapter. I had not intended to continue this at all, but seeing as some people feel that this could have potential as a story, I figured why not give it a go?
So please, read, enjoy and REVIEW to let me know what you think! XD
Draco–
If you want my personal opinion, last night's meeting was not particularly productive. I don't want to point the finger or anything, but honestly I don't think it helped to bring along your latest whore. We were there to discuss how we could move forward and get on with planning The Yule Ball, not have you being "distracted" every two minutes... Frankly, I find it both appalling and disgusting; how did someone like you end up as Head Boy?
I am still willing to discuss the Ball with you, tonight perhaps, provided you come unaccompanied and willing to work. I am far too busy to be putting up with your juvenile antics.
I still want to make this work, Draco. I want to prove that it is possible to get over previous differences and do a good job. We eventually ended up on the same side during the war, Draco– why can't we be on the same side now? It would be a much more pleasant year if we could.
Sincerely, Hermione.
.oOo.
Granger,
I don't particularly want your personal opinion, actually. But since you chose to force it upon me, I shall do the gentlemanly thing and reply, and in return, bestow my personal opinion upon you...
I think it's completely ridiculous that you feel the need to owl me. We're at the same school, Granger, not on different sides of the planet — which, despite being unfortunate, is the truth. However, you always were strange, so I guess I can humour you for a little while longer...
Where do you get the time to write letters anyway? You're the one saying how busy you always are. But I digress.
For your information, Susanna is not, as you say, a whore. She is a very dear friend of mine, and I think it is very rude for you to insult her in such a way. Sure, it appears she is rather attracted to me, if the way she was touching me is any indication, but what can I say? I'm that kind of a man, girls throw themselves at me...
Wait— perhaps you felt uncomfortable with Susanna's behaviour because you are jealous? Did you want to be the one sitting on my lap, with your lips against my cheek? Did you want to be the one I carried to bed? Is that why you want to see me alone tonight Granger? Mmm?
Well sorry to burst your bubble, but you're a bit too much of a prude for my liking...maybe try Weasel? I've heard he's been popping a few cherries recently...
Anyways, I'll be there tonight (well, obviously, because that's where my bedroom is) so if you want to talk then, whatever. But don't think I'm just going to sit there and listen to all your crap. I'M making the decisions, not you. I'm not going to be made a fool of by you. Deal with it.
—Malfoy.
.oOo.
Draco—
My name is Hermione, you know. And it's not like you can't spell it, so use it!
How DARE you insinuate that I am jealous of that whore! And don't give me that "dear friend" crap– I know you only spoke to her for the first time on Monday; she's in Ravenclaw and in Sixth Year, so it's not like you see her every day...anyway, the point is, if I ever had a dream in which I was attracted to you, it would be because I'm having a NIGHTMARE. So it looks like you're not "that kind of a man" after all, not ALL girls go weak at the knees at the sight of you, only the stupid ones.
And fine, I will see you in our common room tonight, without any "dear friends" and we can discuss the Ball, which we will be organising TOGETHER. We will both make decisions and come to any necessary compromises. That's what teamwork is about...There's no "I" in "team".
—Hermione.
.oOo.
Granger,
Perhaps there's no "I"...
...but there's an "M" and an "E".
What are you going to do about it?
—Malfoy.
.oOo.
A/N: so, what did you think? I don't exactly know what I'm going to write after this...Review please and let me know!
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