A/N: Thank you for making it to the second part of this lovely story. Hope you like. Voici la part seconde de mon petit histoire!
Standing on the far side of the Gryffindor boy's dormitory, Hermione watch Ron reclining on his bed, arms behind his head, eyes closed, with a stupid grin on his round face. This was a look she knew all too well. In his tiny mind, there was only one reason that Hermione would venture here, but oh how wrong he was. Taking a long, drawn out sigh, Hermione made her way across the room and loomed over her boyfriend. The moment Ron's eyes opened, Hermione threw her newly acquired copy of Naughty Tricks and Sexy Tips: A Couple's Guide to Uninhibited Erotic Pleasure into Ron's lap.
He picked up the book, looked it over for a minute, and then said, "What the bloody hell is this?"
"It's a sex guide, Ronald." Hermione groaned.
"Why are you giving me a sex guide? Our sex is great!"
"No, Ron, it isn't."
"Well you sure seem to enjoy it enough!"
"Ron, have you ever heard of faking an orgasm?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, let's just say I am the supreme master of the art of orgasm faking."
"Wait. So all of those times you told me that no one has ever made you feel so good before, you were lying?"
"Ronald, a rock could pleasure me more than you do. Not even a big rock. A really small tiny pebble, like the kind you barely notice and then you step on it when you aren't wearing and shoes and it hurts."
"Wow Hermione. That's cold. I thought you loved me. Bitch."
"I do love you! That's why I am taking the time to improve our sex life, otherwise I'd just leave you high and dry to not-pleasure some other poor soul."
"Thanks Hermione, you really know how to lay it on lightly."
"No problem. Now let's go get some breakfast. A balanced breakfast is the most important meal of the day."
Hermione and Ron made their way out toward the great hall. Looking upon them, one would think they were an old married couple, rather than teenagers dating. Hermione looked utterly exasperated while Ron looked grumpy. Every few moments, they'd turn to each other only turn away again. Passing a gaggle of gossiping Hufflepuff girls, they exchanged no words for the entirety of the walk.
Ron and Hermione sat down beside Ginny, Neville and a few of their other friends. It wasn't until they were well into eating that Hermione noticed something, or rather, someone was missing. "Does anyone know where Harry is?" she asked between mouthfuls.
"No idea," Ginny answered. "Have you seen him, Neville?"
"No, I haven't." Neville said quickly.
"I don't remember seeing him this morning in the common room," added Ron.
Just has Ron finished speaking, Harry burst into the Great Hall. A grand smile was spread across his face and he appeared to be skipping toward them, or maybe dancing. Every gesture Harry made seemed to be greatly exaggerated.
"Is he high?" Ron whispered as Harry spun around in a circle.
Reaching his hands high in the air, Harry belted out, "Good morning Hogwarts School
Everyday's filled with ghosts and ghouls
Every night is a fantasy
That doesn't rhyme but that's okay with me
And I promise Hogwarts School
That some day when I take to the floor
The wizarding world's going to wake up and see
Hogwarts and me."
"Um… Harry…. What are you doing?" Hermione asked cautiously, not entirely sure Harry's mental state was stable.
"It's Hairspray!" he said chipperly.
"…Hairspray?" Ron asked.
"Yep! I'm just a pleasantly plump teenage girl who just wants to dance and is fighting for civil rights! And to top it all off, I get the guy in the end!" Harry's words came out in one long breath.
"Harry, listen to me," Hermione said slowly. "This is not 1960, nor is it America. You are not particularly pleasant or plump."
"Yeah," Ron added, "And as far as I know, you aren't a girl, mate."
"Way to crush my dreams!" Harry yelled, a defeated look on his face.
"Since when was it your dream to be a pleasantly plum teenage girl who just wants to dance and is fighting for civil rights?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know." Harry said.
"Harry, what exactly sparked this sudden personality reformation? Where is the brooding, angst-ridden overly dramatic Harry we have come to know and love?"
"It's nothing, just something Malfoy said." Harry said quickly and quietly.
"Malfoy is a fucking wanker. What the hell did he say to you this time?" Ron blurted out, as if he was ready to pounce.
"It's nothing, it's nothing, okay? Just forget about it." Harry muttered, a slight blush appearing in his cheeks.
Hermione put her hand on Harry's shoulder, "Harry…" she said.
"It's nothing, okay!" Harry swatted Hermione's hand off of him. "I'm going to take a walk, I'll see you guys later," Harry grunted, storming out of the great hall.
"Ah! There's good old mood-swinging Harry!" Ron chirped.
"Sorry Ron, I have to go." Hermione called, suddenly rushing off.
"Why does everyone always leave me?" Ron sighed, sitting down to eat his porridge.
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Hermione Granger knew Harry Potter better than anyone else. Whether it was because he was her best friend, or perhaps because she was quite the budding stalker, she wasn't sure, but nevertheless she could deduct his every thought and emotion from even the slightest facial expression. Hermione was certain how her raven-haired friend felt when his face turned to the color of a tomato. Knowing Harry would do nothing about it, Hermione decided to take it upon herself to bring two boys together.
Hermione spent a good hour searching the castle for that certain blonde Slytherin, but it seemed as if he was nowhere to be found. He wasn't in the library (which should have been obvious because no one but Hermione ever went to the library) or in the dungeons. Draco wasn't in the courtyard or in the great hall or anywhere else that she looked.
As she wondered, she thought about what events could have transpired between Harry and Draco that would cause him to be attracted to his most bitter rival. Honestly, after the all of the terrible things that boy had said to them; after every vile thing he'd done to them, Hermione could not see how anyone could feel anything but hatred toward that little shit. How could anyone like him at all? He was selfish, vapid, shallow, conniving, manipulative, and such a fucking douche bag that she couldn't comprehend how Narcissa Malfoy didn't just abort that abomination when she had the chance.
It was only when she was boiling with anger and distain did Hermione noticed the blonde-haired demon some meters away in a corner. As she moved closer, she noticed he was pinning another smaller Ravenclaw boy against the wall. At first, she was Draco was about to do something horrible to this boy, until she noticed that the boy's hand was dancing on the edge of Draco's pants, and their faces were pressed together.
After watching these two boys go at it like two rabbits in the springtime for some time, Hermione grabbed Draco by the hair, pulling the boys apart.
"You," she yelled, pointing at the Ravenclaw, "get out of here." He stared at her with wide-eyes, absolutely terrified. "Now!" she screamed, prompting him to quite literally run away. Draco also got up to leave but she grabbed onto the back of his cloak, holding him firmly in place.
"What the fuck is this?" he asked, completely astonished. "Get your hands off of me you filthy mudblood. "
"Don't," Hermione yelled, waging her finger between Draco's eyes, "call me that. I have something to say to you, and you are going to sit here and listen silently until I'm finished. Understand?"
"Ye…"
"SILENT." Hermione screamed. "Now, I have no idea what you said to Harry, or what you did, but for some reason that I can't begin to understand, he is completely smitten with you. Now, clearly, after seeing that display of teenage-male-hormone-induced affection, you do not feel the same way, so I want you to set Harry straight. I will not watch as some dickfaced douche bag like you breaks his heart. Okay?"
Draco nodded.
"Good." Hermione finished, affirmatively.
E/N: How did you like part two? Alright so I sort of lied, this is going to be three parts, so wait just a little bit longer for the ending. Review if you want to make me outrageously happy!