Hermione's love life is terribly horrific and seems to be getting worse.
Draco's love life is equally terribly horrific, although he is not short on female attention it is superficial.
They both despise each other, but are constantly thrown together by their mutual friends; what follows is a whole lot of amusement.
Hermione's POV:
People were still talking about it. A month after that bloody article and people were still talking about it. After that absolute humiliation, I've been off the scene for a while, no dating, no hook ups, no socialising at all apart from work; it's been lonely I'll admit, but I just can't bear to be out in public anymore and feel as though I'm an embarrassment to all my friends and family. Basically, I was moping. And would have continued to all day if Ginny and Daphne hadn't blasted my door down and I demanded I get dressed.
Apparently, drinking wine at 11am on your own, in your flat, is not socially acceptable and instead I am being forced on a 'girl's day out', woo! I could literally think of nothing worse. After two hours of protest and a hastily getting ready after losing the protest fight (Ginny and Daphne were scary considering their size) I found myself being dragged unhappily out of my flat and into public, my worst enemy now.
First stop – shopping. They dragged me round a total of 22 shops. Yes, twenty-two. If there's one thing Ginny and Daphne have in common, its their love of shopping, followed closely by their height and strong will power when they want something. At first, I was hating my life, but after a while of trying on silly clothes and laughing with my friends I began to relax slightly and the stares of passers by didn't bother me as much. I got into the shopping, I brought work clothes and a few nice classy dresses that my companions said I'd be needing soon, what for I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to, I was clueless.
Second stop – lunch. After so much retail therapy I was absolutely starving, and so we headed into Diagon Ally for a well needed lunch break. The stares and whispers still annoyed me, but not as much as they would have done without my friends, besides, I was too hungry to care. We spent half an hour talking and eating before heading off to our next stop.
The spa. I love the spa! First, I used the steam room, which brought all my pores out; lovely, then had a back massage, heavenly, got my nails done which made me feel more confident in myself than I had in a while and finally we all got facials and retreated to the jacuzzi which a bottle of wine to let the mud masks dry. Naturally, the only thing three girls could possibly want to do in a jacuzzi, with a face mask and wine, is gossip. And that we did. Ginny and Daphne filled me in on everything I missed, and due to my absence, I didn't have much gossip in return, apart from the real story of what happened with Nott, and they could not stop laughing. I was finally feeling like myself, and the incident with Nott didn't bother me at all now, I should have never of been so ashamed and isolated myself, it was silly.
With such a wonderful day coming to an end thy decided to drop one more bomb shell on me, dinner. Tonight. Daphne's. Wood would be there. Now if you couldn't already tell, I've been avoiding any sort of hook-ups and intimacy for a while, but I wasn't sure if I could resist Oliver. He's honestly just so attractive! And we were interrupted last time… but I couldn't. I wouldn't, I made a promise to myself and I fully intended to keep it. No hooking up with Oliver Wood.
Of course, as soon as I saw him all sense left my body and I couldn't even remember making that promise to myself anymore. Promise? What Promise? But I tried to play it cool. I just so happened (accidently on purpose) to be sitting next to the man himself at dinner, and I could not take my eyes off him. I'm 110% sure I was swooning, and he didn't even seem to be bothered in the slightest about the article and incident with Nott, he didn't bring it up once, unlike Malfoy who couldn't stop mentioning it every five seconds, asshole. It made me like him even more.
Once desert had been brought out I decided to be daring, I mean a few embarrassing hook ups shouldn't stop me having fun, right? So once Wood sat back down after he'd been to the toilet I boldly went straight in for it, gently caressing his leg, moving my way up slowly until I reached his bulge, all the while never looking at him to see his reaction. That is until he sat down directly opposite me and started eating his ice cream. I hastily removed my hand from whoever's penis I was molesting and unwilling turned my head (all the while cringing) to stare into the shocked and confused grey eyes of none other than Draco Malfoy.
Why me.
Draco's POV:
Why me.
Blaise and Potthead decided to interrupt my perfectly good lunch for a boy's day out. And by that, I mean they wanted to get plastered in the nearest pub before dinner at Potter's. Their excuse? The girls were on a girl's day. But none of them were my girls so I didn't really see why this should matter to me, but nevertheless I got dragged to the pub against my will anyway.
That's not to say I didn't have a good time. I actually really enjoy their company, we spent the whole-time drinking, laughing, gossiping like school girls, and did I mention drinking? By the time we got to Potter's I was steaming. Absolutely steaming. Daphne kept glaring at me the whole way through dinner, as I sat trying to avoid her eyes I couldn't help but draw her attention (and everyone else's for that matter) by shouting at Granger across the table.
I love winding up Granger when I'm sober, so you can only imagine what it was like when I was drunk, and after that awful incident with Nott I had the perfect ammunition. Of course, she ignored me. Why does she always ignore me? Her attention was on nothing other than Oliver Wood. After her last embarrassing encounter with him I don't know what she was thinking looking for a repeat performance, but each to their own.
So, I insulted her, she ignored me. I insulted her even more, she continued to ignore me. All the while her attention was on Wood. When he finally pissed off the toilet I saw it as the perfect opportunity to slip in next to her and whisper insults down her ear, that way she surely couldn't ignore me right?
But what I didn't expect when I sat next to her was to immediately feel a soft, delicate hand caressing my leg. Now I was stunned, to shocked to move and I'm also a man, I couldn't help the soft bulge growing uncomfortably in my boxers. And when that hand moved up to my bulge my eyes almost shot out of my head. But I was too shocked and drunk to move, or speak, my reactions were blurred and slow. All I could do is sit in that chair and gawp at the side of her head. And then Wood sat down in my previously vacated chair and I saw the realisation dawn on her, she quickly removed her hand and swung round to face me. And then anger and hurt clouded her eyes and this confused me, it wasn't my fault the silly bint didn't look who she was fondling under the table! But it also angered me, was I that disgusting? I didn't know how to feel, the whole situation left me utterly confused and lost, but oh well, I'll blame it on the drink.