Boy, she looks a lot like you

The whole school was filled with students babbling nervously. No one could really understand that the day was finally here, the day they had longed for since Christmas. The girls put on more make up than usual and the boys brought pictures around everywhere in the hope of getting them signed. It was a Saturday so there were no classes. All the students walked about the grounds, trying to catch the first glimpse of him. They knew that he liked to make spectacular entrances, no Floo powder for him.

Surely enough they were not disappointed. He was preceeded by about ten Veelas on winged horses. Then the fireworks began and anticipation hung in the air. Finally there was a huge explosion and he flew out of the smoke on his very own handmade broomstick, wearing the most exquisite robes the school had ever seen. He was followed by the rest of his band, who were content to be in his shadow, like always.

Hermione hurried over to his landingplace. She had been given the great honour of escorting him to the Great Hall. As she arrived she saw the fangirls making their way toward him. Luckily the spells kept them away.

"Mr. Spellright, my name is Hermione Granger. I am here to…"

He took her hand and kissed it.

"I didn't know Hogwarts had such pretty girls, Her-mion-eeeee. I am pleased to make your acquaintance."

Hermione was amused but didn't neglect her duty.

"Now if you'll just come along here, sir, we'll get you settled in."

"Now, love, you can call me Maverick. I think I shall call you Minny. Your name is so looong and foreignsounding. It's like your parents knew that you were going to be special when you were born."

"Yes, just move along here."

She finally managed to get him to the Great Hall, after millions of unflattering comments. She really didn't understand the fascination with this man. He was just another one of those things that Muggleborns would never really understand. Not that she really cared. She got him and his crew to the Great Hall and managed to get the doors locked. What was with everyone? It wasn't that big a deal? Maverick hadn't even really accomplished anything! She could empathize with people's fascination with Dumbledore and Flamell but celebrities like Maverick were only famous because of something extremely stupid…

"Minny! Come over here, babe!"

She groaned and rolled her eyes. She should never have allowed Ginny to bully her into bying hair potions. If she had just been her normal frizzy self he would have left her alone.

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An hour later everything was ready and the students were let into the Great Hall. The tables were completely gone and there was now a huge stage at the front. The students started singing his name and clapping. Anticipation was high in the air. She went to find Harry and Ron. Harry, at least, should be able to understand how she felt. She supposed Ron was over the moon though. He was such a wizard sometimes!

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It was impossible to get through the masses. She was stuck right at the back. She seriously considered going back to her dormitory. She was tired and frustrated. She decided to listen for a while at least. It wasn't every day a celebrity visited them. The band came out on stage and the whole crowd erupted in cheers. They started up their first song and the crowd sang along. Hermione wanted to throw up. Had the whole world gone crazy? She opened the doors and quickly exited.

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Outside the doors, Draco was sitting and eating cookies his great-aunt had sent him. Suddenly, Hermione came stumbling out. He was surprised to see her but offered her a cookie as soon as she noticed him.

"What are you doing here, Draco?"

He noticed that she was looking strangely at him.

"I've already seen him perform once. Not something I want to be reminded of…"

She sat down after casting a quick heating charm.

"What happened?"

She looked really interested.

"When I was ten, my father booked him for my birthday party." She gave him a knowing look. "Yes, Granger, I know I'm a spoiled little brat. Anyway, he came and sang a few songs but he didn't really have an interest in talking to me. I was heartbroken because I was used to being the joy of everyones existence."

Hermione snorted.

"Do you want to hear the story or not, Granger?"

"Sorry, Malfoy. Go on."

"Then my mum came to check up on us and he started flirting with her. She really wasn't interested but he kept on coming onto her. And then my father came as well…"

A smirk lit up his handsome face.

"And my father punched him. My father is quite protective when it comes to my mother… So then Mav attacked my father who aimed a few curses back at him."

He was nearly laughing now.

"And you can't really take a guy seriously after watching him crawl around on the floor looking for "his precious" and talking in baby language. It took his management team a month to get him back to "normal"."

"And to make a long story short, my father made sure that whenever I hear his music I only feel uncomfortable. I've never listened to him after that."

She looked pitying now. He groaned. He desperately hoped she wasn't going to have another one of those "traumatic childhood" talks with him again. Something in his face must have alerted her to his feelings as her face immediately slid back into its normal mask.

"So, Malfoy, are you just going to sit here and eat cookies for the next couple of hours?"

"Of course not, Granger. This is merely a precaution in case I get hungry later."

"What are you doing later?"

"I'm not telling you, Granger. You're such a prude you'd only report me."

She glared at him.

"I'll have you know that I'm not a prude. I was one of the founding members of Dumbledore's army in fifth year..."

"Yes, but that was noble."

"Will you tell me if I promise not to tell anyone else?"

He sighed, "All right, Granger."

She smiled at him and took another cookie.

"Okay. This is my plan…"

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A/N: Mohahahahahaha. So what do you think the plan is? I'll try to update every week from now on. I don't have much left to do in school now