Henry's opinion: First of all, thank you for pointing out the mistake!
Secondly, this is an alternative universe fanfic with no voldemort. He didn't exist. The Malfoys here, are not prejudiced because Lucius got hit on the head and started questioning his ancestors' views of muggleborns, blood-traitors, etc. This made him see the world in a new light. I was planning on informing this in the later chapters as an explanation to Draco's OOC behaviour. Draco, despite being arrogant here, is still a good and dedicated leader and that's what made him the head boy. He is also well-liked here among other houses too, except the Golden Trio. They hate him for their own reasons which would be explained later.
As for the Heads common room being different, thank you for pointing it out too. I had read it months ago but I sadly forgot it. I am now thinking of changing it into a common room for all the prefects and the two heads, so that they can hold their meetings there. They can also study and lounge there if they want peace; something like the prefect's bath in which only prefects and heads can go. They can also stay there for a night after getting the teacher's permission (which is very rare).
Once again, thank you for your constructive remarks!
P.S: It's a word in latin. Dinosaur species don't have such an easy name, lol.
cmmdwriter: The 9/10 percentage of the dramione fics are 'unreadable', because the writers are either new or they don't have good English. They all learn by writing more. If they don't write, critique themselves and correct themselves, then they won't learn. Plus, every reader has a specific taste. What you may deem as unreadable might be readable for others.
Writing a dramione pairing is my choice and even if one person is liking it, I would continue to write it for them. Others would too if they want to. It's your choice if you want to read them or not.
Hermione sighed, staring at the ceiling of her room, contemplating her rash decision of going on a date with Draco Malfoy. She was certainly sure that one of Malfoy's fangirl's soul had taken over her body at that moment; because what else could be the explanation. Hermione, of course, certainly wasn't interested in Malfoy, the great prat. He was arrogant; he hated Harry for no reason; he had pulled her hair when they were eleven; he had asked her out on a date a week after humiliating her best friend, Ron Weasley, in front of the whole school. There were many things wrong with Draco Malfoy. There was nothing that could make him likable for Hermione. Not even his dazzling smile whenever he saw her.
She sighed again and got up from the bed, feeling an unreasonable urge to have a heart-to-heart with someone. Hermione was certainly sure Ginny would be the only one to calmly listen to her. She won't interrupt Hermione, asking several questions in between (like Harry) or would be listening to her with whole attention (unlike Ron). But Ginny might be sleeping right now... Hermione whole-heartedly accepted that not everyone would be like her, waking up at three in the morning because of a late night f overthinking. Others had their own life too. Since she didn't expect anyone to be up at 2:43 in the morning - especially a sunday morning - Hermione picked up her novel from her sidestool and silently made he way downstairs, to the Gryffindor Common Room.
The Gryffindor Common Room, as always, was warm. The fire, even after two hours, was still alit, giving the room a small glow. Hermione thanked it for still burning, because if it hadn't, then she wouldn't have been able to see someone sitting on one of the red sofas. The person's back was facing her, so she couldn't recognise it. Treading towards the sofa carefully, Hermione could make out that it was a girl with red hair —
Ginny. It was Ginny Weasley.
Hermione stopped right behind her friend's sofa, peeking over her shoulder to see what Ginny was doing. Nothing much but scribbling something in a language more complicated than the oldest Runes of the Universe.
"Writer's Block?" She asked.
Ginny jumped off the sofa, turning around swiftly and putting her wand on Hermione's throat with one hand and she put the other hand on the back of the bushy haired girl's head. Ginny 's one knee was digging on the sofa, making her lean slightly towards Hermione. It was comical to see the way her eyes widened with recognition, finally realising who had ruined her peace.
"Bleeding Hells, Hermione," she said, bringing her hand back down and exhaling a sigh of relief. Ginny eyed the older girl wearily, as if expecting someone else to pop out of her. "Don't walk like a thief every again if you don't want to be blasted against a wall." She warned, plopping down on her previous place. Hermione joined her and they both remained silent, staring up at the ceiling.
"Oh, yes." Ginny suddenly chirped, scaring Hermione who was admiring the ceiling's design.
Ginny clutched the parchment she was writing on and clumsily passed it to her friend for inspection. Hermione read the hasty scrawl, understanding some of the words. The red-head girl was leaning towards Hermione, eagerly waiting for some kind of comment.
"It's..." Hermione said, clutching the parchment at an arm's length and rotating it around to find something only she knew about.
"It's...?" Ginny encouraged, scooting closer to Hermione until she was practically on top of her bushy-haired friend. Hermione swatted her away lightly, making Ginny pout.
"It's okay." Hermione said at last, handing the parchment back to her friend.
Ginny took the parchment, staring open-mouthed at Hermione. "Okay?" She repeated in disbelief. "Half-an-hour of inspirational writing and she says it's okay? Merlin kill her, please." Putting her elbows on her knees and dropping her head in her hands, she fisted her hair, her posture looking defeated, but then she instantly straightened up. "Leave killing, make her go on a date with Malfoy, please." She prayed in a playful manner.
The smile that was on Hermione's face, melted away at Ginny's last comment. Ginny noticed the change, growing worried.
"Hermione?" she asked carefully. "What happened?" Reaching a conclusion herself, Ginny laughed. "It was just a joke, Hermione! Merlin! I wouldn't even wish that for Romilda Vane and you know how much I dislike her." She again leaned against the sofa, not meeting Hermione's eye. "And it's not like you would ever say yes to that arrogant prat; I mean, he has been trying for the past three years and you have always said no to him. By the way, what was it that the great pratness had sent you yesterday?" A nervous chuckle, that Hermione didn't notice, left Ginny's throat.
"Just a letter," Hermione replied shortly, indecisive of whether she should tell her friend about her date or not. She wanted to tell Ginny about her date with Malfoy very badly, but was scared of how her friend would react.
Maybe something in Hermione's tone seemed suspicious to Ginny, because she narrowed her eyes and with suspicion in her voice, declared, "You're hiding something from me, Granger."
Uh-oh, Hermione thought. Better get it out.
"I -" Hermione cleared her throat, "I am going on a date with Malfoy on Saturday."
"On a date with -" Ginny's eyes widened. "Who?" She turned her whole body towards Hermione. "Malfoy?" A bright grin was taking residence on Ginny's face. Hermione stared at it with wide eyes full of surprise. "I knew it! I knew you would crack one day! Thanks to you, Hermione, I'm going to be rich now. A hundred galleons!" She practically squealed, and then started listing off the innumerable things that she wanted to do with that money, unaware of the gaping Hermione, who was trying to form words.
"Rich?" Hermione finally managed to sputter out. "A - a hundred galleons? What in the Godric, Ginny? What are you talking about?"
Ginny, who was busy listing off the fifteenth item of her list, stopped and looked at Hermione with confusion. She blinked. "You don't know?"
"What should I know?"
"The bet!" Ginny said in a 'that should be obvious' voice. "The one that Dumbledore had started with Fred and George when Malfoy had asked you out for the fifth time." When Hermione's confused expression didn't change, Ginny gasped. "Oh my harpies, you really were oblivious about that! Have you been living under a rock all this time, Hermione?"
"Ummm.. no?" Hermione said, more like asked. She should have known that Dumbledore would make a bet on her and Malfoy.
Ginny's expression turned weird for a moment then she turned back to normal. Well, as normal as Ginny could be at almost three in the morning. "Leave all of it." She waved a hand in the air, as if swatting away a bad smell. "I need to hear every minute detail about the second you started liking Malfoy."
The words seemed to have an immediate reaction on Hermione, and her expression instantly changed into one of revulsion. "Who said anything about liking Malfoy? I agreed on that date out of curiosity."
"Curiosity?" Ginny repeated incredulously, her voice shrill.
"Yes," Hermione said. "We were talking about something like me giving him a chance or something, so I did it. I gave him a chance. If he doesn't mess up the date, then we might even go on other one."
Ginny pondered it for a while, then in an unsure voice, she asked, "What if you deliberately make it bad?"
Would she? Hermione thought. Would she deliberately make her date bad? Hermione doubted it, but it was a possibility. A possibility which could turn out to be true. And Hermione was seventy-five percent sure that the possibility would turn out to be true.