Opposites Attract

A/N: Parvati converts Ron to the dark side!!! MWAHAHAH! *sweatdrops* R/R!

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            As the minutes went by, Hermione grew even more uncomfortable. She knew that there was no way in hell that Parvati and Lavender would come and let them out. She guessed it was probably around midnight now.

            "Oh damnit, look what I gotten into now! I'll be late for classes, I won't get perfect on my chemistry test, Cedric Diggory is going to beat me for the top of the Honour roll since I won't get perfect, Mom and Dad will be extremely mad, I will break my record of my 2 consecutive "Top Student of the Year" awards and oh, oh this is so bloody horrible!" Hermione wailed, her palms pressing hard on her eyelids to keep from crying.

            "Ohmigosh, you can read the future?!" Harry asked in awe.

            Hermione glared at him in the dark. "No, you dimwi-"

            "Oooh, tell me Cho-ee, will I get to kiss you tonight?!" He rushed on in a bubbly tone.

            Yes, in fact, right now. A little voice at the back of her head answered and Hermione's eyes widened in horror. Did she really think that? Oh god, no, this can't be happening, she's falling for Potter, just like the entire Blackwood female population…

            Oh snap out of it! Hermione thought. You're dead tired and you are overanalyzing things too much. It was just a little naughty thought! Besides, Potter wouldn't flirt with you if all Hell breaks loose. He's just drunk and he thinks you're his girlfriend, Cho.

            Well…she could take this once chance to kiss him…no one will know… Hermione screamed out loud. She was going insane! Two consciences, one overanalyzing things and one naughty…

            "I take that as a yes." Harry said sweetly and then, even when it was pitch black in the closet, leaned over and kissed an overwhelmed Hermione on the lips. Hermione's heart fluttered and slammed against her chest as his lips brushed over hers. He then pulled back but Hermione took a hold of his shirt and tugged him near her, kissing him back. This time, they didn't hold back for a while, with Harry's hands caressing her back and Hermione ruffling his messy hair.

            For the whole moment, Hermione simply loved it. It was wonderful and she wished she could have stayed like that forever. But then her overanalyzing conscious took over and yelled out loud and clear in her mind, STOP! YOU'RE KISSING POTTER!

            She immediately broke away and gasped. What has she GOTTEN into?!

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            Hermione wanted out so badly. She banged into the closet doors, pummeling the oak frame with her balled up fists. She continuously slammed her body into the doors.

            "Let me out!" She screamed, her voice high and shrill. Then she slumped and burst out into tears. What did she do to deserve this?! Why did God decide to punish her like this?!

            She jumped as a soft gentle hand laid on her shoulder.

            "Don't be mad," He said quietly. "It's no use. Let's just go to sleep and wake up when someone gets the janitor to open the closet. They're bound to get their shoes and coats anyway."

            Hermione sniffed and nodded, choosing a pile of scarves and hats as her pillow. She laid down, shutting her eyes closed, letting sleep drift her away into her dreams.


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            Sunlight streamed through the slits in the closet doors onto Hermione. She opened her eyes and sat up, rubbing the sleep away from her vision. She looked around…where was she? Then her hands flew to her mouth as she remembered last night's events.

            "Oh, why god, couldn't you have just left me to die in my sleep?" She murmured. Now where was Potter...hopefully he wasn't still drunk. Hermione looked around and spotted Harry sleeping. His chest heaved up and down in a peaceful manner and he was snoring lightly. Hermione then realized his arm was draped around her shoulders and that when she was sleeping, her head was on Harry's chest.

            "YOU JERK!" Hermione kicked him in the ribs. "YOU DIRTY-MINDED LITTLE RAT!"

            Harry awoke, disturbed. He gasped and clutched his ribs, rolling over. "Ouch! Why…stop…kick…ing…me!" He wheezed. On top of his lack of sleep and his bruised ribcage, he had the absolute worst hangover he ever had in his life.

            Hermione was equally as grumpy. "Oh you know why I was kicking you! Don't ever touch me again!" She stormed over to the doors and tried to wrench them open but she remembered it was still locked.

            "Don't…walk…so…loud…" He moaned and curled up in a ball, his hands over his head.

            "Your fault for getting so drunk," She scoffed. "Now listen Potter-"

            "What now…" He complained and Hermione whacked him again.

            "LISTEN! Okay, whatever happened in this closet will not be told to ANYONE, you got that clear?!" Hermione said, sternly.

            "What do you care…you don't have no reputation like me. If anyone knows, I'm the one who gets it."

            "Oh, I don't care about that! But if anyone finds out that I've been kissing you, they're going to taunt me forever about me and you." Harry, realizing what could happen, grimaced.

            "Granger, you do know that I wasn't kissing you because you were…Granger…I was kissing you because you know…I thought you were Cho."

            Hermione rolled her eyes, her arm resting on the wall as she looked down at him. "You don't need to state the obvious, Potter."

            "Okay."

            "Please don't tell Cho about th-" Harry's sentence was cut off when the closet doors suddenly burst open. The sunlight blinded them both as they shielded their eyes. They looked up, directly at Filch, Seamus and Dean, whose jaws were dropped instantly. From their view, it looked like Hermione was covering Harry with her body and Harry was on the floor.

            Harry quickly realized. "No no, Dean, Seamus, it's not what you thi-"

            "Well well, Potter and Granger," Filch sneered. "Never expected you two to end up together. It's almost time for classes to start, so HURRY UP AND GET READY! And do me a favour, don't lock yourselves in the coat closet during the night to do some…business…"

            The two flushed deeply and ran out of the closet, not stopping to look at Dean and Seamus's astonished faces.

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            "Did you hear…Potter and Granger were caught in the coat closet…" Whispers of gossip were exchanged throughout the cafeteria that morning. Harry and Hermione were nowhere to be seen and a few guessed that they were hiding in their dormitories in embarrassment and shame.

            Parvati and Lavender were looking extremely smug during breakfast. Only the ones who were participated last night in the game knew why. The bell rang and everyone started to filter out of the cafeteria towards their designated homerooms.

"Hey, Lav, I'm going to be a few minutes late for History so I'll see you later," Parvati told her best friend as she spotted a redhead making his way out the cafeteria. Lavender nodded and Parvati swung her bag over his shoulder, running after Ron. Her heels made loud clicking sounds across the polished floor as she caught up with him, panting.

She dug her perfectly manicured nails deeply in his shoulder.

            "Ouch! What the hell…" Ron turned around to face Parvati. "Uh, hi Parvati, can we talk later…I have to go to English right now."

            "Pfft, Professor Gregory won't even notice you're late. He never does for anyone anyway." Parvati suddenly looked around as if she was doing something guilty and lowered her voice. "I have something I wanna ask you Weasley…"

            "Yeah well if you're asking me out on a date I'm already with April Hughes." Ron replied, checking his watch and fidgeting his way closer to the staircase.

            "Ugh NO! Of course I'm not asking you out!" She scoffed in scorn. "You see, it's about Potter and Granger and I had this idea that maybe you could help me hook them up together on a date." Parvati smirked then gave a little giggle.

            Ron raised his eyebrows. "Um, sorry, I'd rather not, if you haven't already noticed, Harry's my best mate." He turned and Parvati grabbed him again, flashing a fifty dollar bill in his face.

            "Oh come on," She teased, fluttering her eyelashes. "Money should do the charm. Besides, don't you want revenge on Potter for making you run around outside in front of everyone in a pair of hot pink boxers?! Don't worry, your mate isn't going to have it so bad…it's just one itsy bitsy date and they probably will flee after they see each other!"

            Ron sighed. "Double the 50 and we have a deal."

            Parvati gave him a too-sweet-almost-sickening smile. "Alright then, Weasley, nice doing business with you." She slipped two fifties down his shirt and winked seductively at him, strutting across the now deserted corridor. Her extra strong lilac perfume lingered in the air.

            "God, doesn't she know when she walks like that it looks like a bottle cap was shoved up her ass?" Ron muttered, tucking the crisp bills into his back pocket. But he felt guilty though for agreeing to participate in Parvati's plan.

            "Oh, stop fretting Weasley, it IS only one date that probably won't even occur and you DID promise to yourself that you would get Harry back for the whole boxer stunt." He shook his head and sprinted towards his English class.

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A/N: Ahh, sorry to all you Parvati fans out there, but Parvati is some rich snobby slut in my fanfic. I didn't really like this chapter, I thought there were way too many unnecessary scenes in it but what the heck. Next chapter will be better, I promise!


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