Blind Date
Note: Blind dates, deception, muggle things, and a cool Hermione. ^_^ I don't even like Hermione.
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, or James Bond, or Different Strokes. :P
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"I can't believe you set me up, Hermione." Ron said incredulously. Harry and Hermione grinned from their seats in the common room. It was empty now, classes, naps, extracurricular activities, pranks, etc.
"Come on, you need to tell me! Who is it?" Ron had relunctantly reveled the fact that he was bisexual last year.
"You're going to have to wait and see."Hermione said in a sing song voice. Ron sighed, he was excited about his date, and it was one week from now! Wait a minute, it was the day after his quidditch match. Harry had been pushing them all week to practice their routines.
Hermione smiled to herself, last week Draco Malfoy had stopped her in the hall and apologized. She had been so surprised that she dropped her books. Something she rarely did.
~_~_~_Flashback~_~_~_~_~
"Listen, Granger, Um, sorry, Hermione. I need to talk to you."
"About what, Malfoy?" she frowned. She wasn't in the mood for this. Gryffindor had thirty points taken away from them in Potions because of some explosion. Crabbe, Goyle, Ron, and Harry had all denied that they had done it, yet that was were it came from. The four of them had been sent to the Hospital Wing to recover.
"Look, I'm s-sorry about what I've, um, done to you over the past six years."
"What 'choo talkin' Willis?"
"Ok... right...The name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
"Ooh, 007?"
"I, uh, huh?"
"Forget abou' id. It's a muggle thing."
"Right..."
"So what do you want, Malfoy?" She demanded impatiently.
"Like I said, I'm sorry about what I've done. And, and I'd like to be fr- friends." Hermione shook her head as if to clear it.
"I'm sorry what did you say? I don't think I heard you correctly."
"Dammit, Granger! You heard me!"
"Ok, so I did. What makes you think I want to be friends."
"I didn't think you'd want to, but could you possibly do a tiny favor before blow me off completely?" Hermione thought about this for a second. Perhaps Malfoy really did want to be friends, or perhaps he wanted to surrender them to his father and the rest of the deatheaters. Maybe she would give him the benefit of the doubt. Actually, she did.
"Oh, alright Malfoy. What can I do for you?"
"Yes! Thank Granger! Thank you! Yes!" Draco jumped up in an excited hop and grinned widely.
"Ok, fine, but calm down!"
"Sorry, Granger."
"Hermione."
"Right Hermione. Oh yeah, the favor, c-could you,uh, could you maybe set me up on a date uh.." Draco muttered the last word incoherently.
"Sorry, didn't quite catch that. Who?"
"Harry..."
"Wait a second. Harry? As in Harry Potter? Woah, you're gay?
"Yes, I'm gay, I thought it was pretty obvious. And yes, Harry Potter. Harry James Potter."
"But what about Pansy?" she asked quickly. The whole knew that they were going out.
"Pansy? I'm not dating her! She's disgusting. She's a simpering, stupid, pathetic excuse for a witch. Hell, for a human." Hermione bit her lip. Should she do it? She always thought that Harry liked Cho. Maybe he was lying. She thought about how Harry always seemed to be distracted in potions.
~Oh my God,~, she thought,~He likes Snape! No! That can't be! Wait, his eyes always seemed to be directed to the left... towards Malfoy. Ooh, he does like Malfoy. That explains the long, sad, sighs after class~
"Alright, Malfoy. I'll help you. Meet me tonight, at 9, in the library so we can plan this out. Harry and Ron, both have Quidditch practice this evening."
~_~_~_~End Flashback~_~_~_~_~_~
Hermione turned to Ron and smiled yet again. She was going to carry out the plan at the next Quidditch match and she knew exactly who would be willing to help. Dobby.
"Ron, don't worry about it. It's not like they're ugly or anything."
"Well, I still want to know."
"Fine, I'm still not telling and you and Harry need to do your Divination homework. Though, I don't see why you bother remaining in that class. It's useless. Nothing in there is real. It's all made up." Hermioned frowned. She believed what Professor McGonagall said. It was a useless branch of magic, and there was no real point.
Note: Blind dates, deception, muggle things, and a cool Hermione. ^_^ I don't even like Hermione.
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, or James Bond, or Different Strokes. :P
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"I can't believe you set me up, Hermione." Ron said incredulously. Harry and Hermione grinned from their seats in the common room. It was empty now, classes, naps, extracurricular activities, pranks, etc.
"Come on, you need to tell me! Who is it?" Ron had relunctantly reveled the fact that he was bisexual last year.
"You're going to have to wait and see."Hermione said in a sing song voice. Ron sighed, he was excited about his date, and it was one week from now! Wait a minute, it was the day after his quidditch match. Harry had been pushing them all week to practice their routines.
Hermione smiled to herself, last week Draco Malfoy had stopped her in the hall and apologized. She had been so surprised that she dropped her books. Something she rarely did.
~_~_~_Flashback~_~_~_~_~
"Listen, Granger, Um, sorry, Hermione. I need to talk to you."
"About what, Malfoy?" she frowned. She wasn't in the mood for this. Gryffindor had thirty points taken away from them in Potions because of some explosion. Crabbe, Goyle, Ron, and Harry had all denied that they had done it, yet that was were it came from. The four of them had been sent to the Hospital Wing to recover.
"Look, I'm s-sorry about what I've, um, done to you over the past six years."
"What 'choo talkin' Willis?"
"Ok... right...The name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
"Ooh, 007?"
"I, uh, huh?"
"Forget abou' id. It's a muggle thing."
"Right..."
"So what do you want, Malfoy?" She demanded impatiently.
"Like I said, I'm sorry about what I've done. And, and I'd like to be fr- friends." Hermione shook her head as if to clear it.
"I'm sorry what did you say? I don't think I heard you correctly."
"Dammit, Granger! You heard me!"
"Ok, so I did. What makes you think I want to be friends."
"I didn't think you'd want to, but could you possibly do a tiny favor before blow me off completely?" Hermione thought about this for a second. Perhaps Malfoy really did want to be friends, or perhaps he wanted to surrender them to his father and the rest of the deatheaters. Maybe she would give him the benefit of the doubt. Actually, she did.
"Oh, alright Malfoy. What can I do for you?"
"Yes! Thank Granger! Thank you! Yes!" Draco jumped up in an excited hop and grinned widely.
"Ok, fine, but calm down!"
"Sorry, Granger."
"Hermione."
"Right Hermione. Oh yeah, the favor, c-could you,uh, could you maybe set me up on a date uh.." Draco muttered the last word incoherently.
"Sorry, didn't quite catch that. Who?"
"Harry..."
"Wait a second. Harry? As in Harry Potter? Woah, you're gay?
"Yes, I'm gay, I thought it was pretty obvious. And yes, Harry Potter. Harry James Potter."
"But what about Pansy?" she asked quickly. The whole knew that they were going out.
"Pansy? I'm not dating her! She's disgusting. She's a simpering, stupid, pathetic excuse for a witch. Hell, for a human." Hermione bit her lip. Should she do it? She always thought that Harry liked Cho. Maybe he was lying. She thought about how Harry always seemed to be distracted in potions.
~Oh my God,~, she thought,~He likes Snape! No! That can't be! Wait, his eyes always seemed to be directed to the left... towards Malfoy. Ooh, he does like Malfoy. That explains the long, sad, sighs after class~
"Alright, Malfoy. I'll help you. Meet me tonight, at 9, in the library so we can plan this out. Harry and Ron, both have Quidditch practice this evening."
~_~_~_~End Flashback~_~_~_~_~_~
Hermione turned to Ron and smiled yet again. She was going to carry out the plan at the next Quidditch match and she knew exactly who would be willing to help. Dobby.
"Ron, don't worry about it. It's not like they're ugly or anything."
"Well, I still want to know."
"Fine, I'm still not telling and you and Harry need to do your Divination homework. Though, I don't see why you bother remaining in that class. It's useless. Nothing in there is real. It's all made up." Hermioned frowned. She believed what Professor McGonagall said. It was a useless branch of magic, and there was no real point.
