Title: Two Heads Are Definitely Not Better Than One

Subject: DHr

Genre: Romance/Humour

Rating: PG-13 just in case

Summary: Hermione is sick of Draco Malfoy. They are Head Boy and Head Girl, hence the name. She decides that she has had enough, and tries to get to know him better.

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Hermione Granger twirled a brown ringlet with the end of her eagle-feather quill. It was tough thinking of what to write.

"I'll finish it tomorrow," she sighed, putting the essay parchment in her folder. There was nothing much else to do, though. Being Head Girl could be so boring, sometimes. She thought of the Gryffindors in their common room, laughing, maybe drinking their way through the six crates of Butterbeer that Fred and George Weasley had sent Ron. Was it worth it? Ever since Hermione had become a Prefect in fifth year she had set her heart on being Head Girl. But there was a drawback to this honour, though. It came in the form of Draco Malfoy.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust when she thought of the sneer he always wore, and the fact that to him, she was 'Mudblood'. They even had to share a common room and a bathroom. He was always in the bathroom first, he took hours carefully styling his hair. Thankfully he had cut the gel in their third year, and now his hair hung over his eyes in delicate silver strands, matching his grey eyes. She remembered the chance encounter in Diagon Alley in the summer holidays, when he had tripped her on purpose.

"He is such an ass," Hermione muttered.

"I do hope you're not talking about me, dear mudblood of mine," a voice came from the back of the common room.

"As a matter of fact, I was," she said through gritted teeth. Malfoy drove her insane.

"Think twice before insulting your betters, Granger," he sneered. Hermione snorted. "Please don't," he said, snootily "it isn't very ladylike, is it?"

"Argh!" she exclaimed and went into her room. She picked up a copy of 'Teen Witch', the once-a-month magazine that Lavender Brown 'kindly' passed on to her. Apparently it was supposed to help her with all things 'girly'.

"Most of all, boyfriends," Lavender had said patronisingly, when handing Hermione the first of many copies to come her way. It wasn't all trash; it had helped Hermione with her hair problems. She no longer had a mass of frizz, but a head full of beautiful ringlets that had just been waiting to be discovered. Some of the articles were good. Hermione didn't have time for boyfriends, though. Or rather, she did, but didn't find any one intelligent enough.

Harry was pretty clever, but it was Harry. He was more of a brother figure than a boyfriend. Hermione envisioned herself kissing Harry. The picture was so preposterous that Hermione laughed.

The mirror coughed. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, I forgot that you could hear..."

"It's because I'm a mirror, isn't it? You're so insensitive! I have a good mind to resign! I never get talked to, and I have to reflect your unsightly appearance day in and day out." The mirror wailed. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"What's wrong with my appearance?" she asked, looking at herself.

"You have no sense of fashion, despite those magazines," said the mirror.

"By the way, the glass look went out years ago," Hermione said cuttingly, and strode out of the room, but not before checking herself in the little pocket mirror she kept in her nightstand.

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So, what do you think? I need to know whether or not to continue.