28 Days Later
A Draco/Hermione Collection
iPod Challenge
Day 12
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Better to be hated, than love, love, loved for what you're not
-"You Are Not a Robot" by Hoodie Allen
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This was the last straw to her mental sanity. She should have never dyed her hair; a smart girl would have never dyed her hair such an opposite color without thoroughly thinking of all the consequences first. Obviously, Hermione did not think this through, so through reasoning, she was not a smart girl.
Staring into the mirror, all she could do was touch it, and watch it slid through her fingers, beautifully horrifying blonde locks that didn't fit her at all. She looked like a whole different person, and she didn't think she quite liked it.
But on the bright side, she did look more like Daphne, and that was her goal after all. Draco seemed to fancy her, and Merlin knows he fancied himself. The natural brunette turned blonde was getting desperate for his attention, as she really wanted to win this bet against the Gryffindor girls. Who knew seducing the King of Seducers would prove to be so difficult?
Hermione had tried the subtle flirting, the shorter attire (however, as she would have everyone know, she still kept her propriety and dignity intact as she didn't wear anything too risqué), even the classic hair-flip-and-smile. Granted not being a woman constantly on the manhunt, she had quickly run out of ideas.
If this didn't go over well, she wouldn't know what she would do.
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"Granger, what in Merlin's name did you do to your hair?"
Hermione smiled brightly, although inside, her inner self was still crying and dramatically mourning the death of her once semi-attractive hair, "I just wanted to switch things up."
Staring across from her, Draco Malfoy absorbed what was in front of him. Being this frank on a Saturday morning, when all Hermione was supposed to be doing was assist him with an essay was trying, "What in the bloody hell were you thinking? Change it back!"
Confused didn't even began to cover her range of emotions from that response, "You don't like it? I thought it was quite… charming."
He scoffed and leaned back in his chair. Although his posture seemed indifferent to the situation, his words were so very observant, "You hate it, admit it. I don't know who put you up to this, Granger, but honestly, whoever the guy is, he isn't worth your time. Plus, I like you brunette better."
Wilting a tad in her seat, Hermione hadn't expected this. Little did Draco know, she mused, he was the guy that she had tried to impress, and he had said he liked her better as herself. That was the nicest thing any boy had ever said to her. He liked her better when she was her and not a blonde-wanna-be.
The bet screamed loud in her head, she felt uncomfortable with herself for trying to use Draco, however mean he had been to her before, for her monetary gain. Affirming herself that she would change her hair color back to his normal chestnut shade by scrubbing out all of the non-permanent muggle rubbish out of her hair, Hermione also vowed to call of the wager with Lavender.
For the first time in her life, she genuinely smiled at Draco Malfoy, "Thank you, I'll let that boy know that I'm done with that nonsense. Now, shall we get started on that essay?"
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Author's Note.
Aww, the beginnings of what could be true love. First comes acceptance; then comes happiness! I'm running out of gas with these, but no matter what, even if it becomes March before I finish, they will continue to the end! And that's a promise.
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