TITLE: Faking It
PART: 2/?
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Draco is on the run from the police when he is accused of murder. A chance encounter with Hermione is the only thing that saves him. Posing as her bookish boyfriend with the help of some glamour the pair find they have more in common than they would ever believe and it's only a matter of time before real feelings develop in a game of pretend.
DISCLAIMER: I disclaim
AN: This is my 1st Harry Potter fic. So please 4give any minor inaccuracies.... and major ones.... well it gives u a reason 2 review lol.
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Shake down you make me break
For goodness sake
I think I'm on the edge
Of something new with you
Shout, don't down the sound
I'll drown you out
You'll never scream so loud
As I wanna scream with you
Standing there with your smile blinding
Your eyes from seeing
My face as I'm dying
To figure out a girl
~Hurricane~ Something Corporate~
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Hermione Granger stared into the glass in front of her glancing up when her roomate entered the room.
Sleep tousled blonde hair, long legs flashing under an oversized dress shirt, Lavender Brown managed to look model-esque even at seven in the morning. Hermione quickly averted her eyes, not eager to catch sight of the shirt's original owner lacking said article of clothing and probably more.
"Oh you can open you're eyes 'Mione he's still asleep, lazy bastard." Hermione heaved a sigh of relief and turned her attention back to her morning soda. Not a coffee fan, she needed to get her caffeine fix through alternate methods.
Lavender sank into the seat across the table and picked up the wizarding news, scanning the headlines briefly. Seeing nothing of interest she tossed the paper aside and stole Hermione's glass taking a long swig from it.
"Hey," Hermione protested weakly when the glass was returned to her minus half the soda.
You know they put cow innards in that don't you?" Lavender said wisely, wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her shirt.
"They don't," Hermione replied, cradling the drink to her, the one staple in her college diet.
"Oh and chicken eyes," a male voice added as a hand grabbed the glass returning it almost empty.
" 'Morning Wood," Hermione acknowledged, ignoring the giggle the double entendre elicited from her flighty roommate.
"Same to you Granger," Oliver Wood replied, clad only in a pair of boxers. Not that Hermione had a problem with shirtless guys parading through her kitchen, especially those as handsome as Wood, but it wasn't exactly customary to oogle your roommate's boyfriend, even if she didn't seem to mind.
Lavender stood briefly, allowing Oliver to sit, before settling into his lap. "It's true though," she insisted, giving her boyfriend a chaste "good morning" kiss.
Hermione crossed the room and pulled a partially full bottle of soda from the fridge, her eyes ticking over the ingredients, "Carbonated water, high fructose corn syrup.... no cow innards."
"Well of course they don't put it on the nutrition label," Lavender sighed, linking her arms around Oliver's neck. Oliver brought her right hand to his lips and caught sight of the soda smeared on the cuff of his shirt and gave Lavender a reproving glare. Lavender smiled sheepishly and put on her best pout. Wood managed to look irritated for several seconds before a grin cracked his handsome face.
"You're a monster, you know that?" he chided, kissing Lavender on the nose. Hermione felt a brief pang of jealously shoot through her but quickly shrugged it off. She could have a boyfriend if she wanted to. Plenty of boys at school had taken an interest but she harbored no whimsical notions of butterflies and fireworks. All her romances ended poorly and none of her prospective boyfriends sent that thrill down her spine when she saw them.
"Well I better get ready if I want to keep my job," Oliver sighed, jolting Hermione from her self-pitying musings. She downed the last swallow of her drink and rose from the table, shouldering the knapsack hanging on the back of her chair. That was her cue to beat it while Lavender and Oliver spent an hour "getting ready."
She wrapped the pair in a one armed hug, "Behave you two," she instructed and exited the apartment. She darted to her car, cursing softly as she was caught for several seconds in the rain. She slammed the door to her car, dropping the satchel in the passengers seat and shaking out her now wet hair. The straightening charm on her hair wasn't resistant to outside forces and gold-brown curls were haloing around her face.
She scowled at her reflection in the rear view mirror, running her hands angrily through the unruly curls. She was a senior in her last year at a muggle university. Having attended an elite wizarding college for the first three years she was completing the last as an exchange student of sorts. The one drawback, no magic, the reason for her choice of transportation and her frantic efforts to will her hair straight through sheer mental force.
After chalking it up to a lose cause she started the car. She winced as gears ground and the engine stalled before the car roared to life. This was really not her day.
It was an uneventful first few miles, the road clogged with the normal rainy day traffic. It wasn't until she pulled off the main thoroughfare onto a relatively empty side road that the car began to falter. Several minutes of suspicious clanking culminated in the car's sudden sputtering death.
"No!" Hermione wailed, banging her forehead on the steering wheel. She sat for several minutes, listening to the metallic clatter of rain on the roof. She glared menacingly at the water sloshing down the windshield in a constant flow, the wipers rendered ineffective along with the rest of the car.
Realizing she was just postponing the inevitable she removed her keys from the ignition, shoving them into the pocket of her shorts before ducking out of the car and into the torrential downpour.
It was nearly a hour before she reached a gas station, unwilling to hitchhike even with several years of kickboxing under her belt. She darted under the building's plastic awning, eyeing the dirty line of payphones with obvious distaste.
She fished two quarter from a pocket of her sodden denim shorts, shoving the coins into the slot of one phone. Living nearly six hours of every day in the muggle world she made sure to keep a supple of muggle money on her.
She punched in the familiar phone number, hoping Lavender was still loafing around the apartment, late for class as was her habit. After four rings the answering machine clicked on and Oliver's familiar voice informed her that she had reached Lavender and Hermione's flat and they were, surprise, surprise, not available. Lavender had read somewhere that it was safer to have a male voice on the machine, not only did it discourage burglars, it also chased off overzealous admirers. Though the arrangement did leave a deal of confused callers wondering whether Lavender or Hermione was the male.
Hermione slammed the phone into the cradle without leaving a message after the beep. She glared at the offending machine and picked it up, slamming it down again, harder, just for good measure. Change clinked down into the coin return slot but Hermione ignored it, unwilling to fish through cigarette butts and petrified gum for twenty cents.
She whirled around, ready to enter the gas station and enlist the help of the clerk. Throwing herself at the mercy of a disgruntled convenience store clerk... exactly how she wanted to spend her Friday morning.
Sun was breaking through the clouds, slanting through the still steadily falling rain. Very bizarre weather patterns recently she had said to Oliver only yesterday. It was then her sandal caught on the edge of the curb, a pair of strong arms circling her waist, the only thing saving her from a wet collision with the pavement.
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TBC! Again again... I know no D/HG interaction but I promise it's coming next chapter! Reviews are my drug of choice.
Thanks so much to my reviewers... E.Stell, pervymalfoyfancier, laura, broom, the-true-cat (thank u so so so much! I need all the publicity I can get lol... I promise ill work on thouse DA stories 4 u this summer!!! Lemme know which one u wanna c more of), HarryPotterWanter (wow thanx 4 the long review, I think this chapter's a bit longer and I'll try to keep up the trend), L'eau Goddess (::blushes:: thank u! Hope I did as good a job w/Hermione), Blanche Dubois, Morgan, and DracoLegolasOliver r sexy!!!! Mucho kudos to all of u!
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