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.
A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! Here is the next chapter!
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The snow fell lightly on the Hogwarts grounds, encasing the Whomping Willow in a soft white shell. The Yule Ball was coming up, and Hermione knew she would be expected to dance at least one dance with Draco. After all, it was tradition for the Head Boy and Girl to share the first dance. If only Draco wasn't such a little snotrag. Hermione wondered if anyone would ask her to the dance. If so, they wouldn't be too pleased to see her dancing with the hottie of the school. Ever since the sixth year at Hogwarts all the girls had swooned over Draco. He had suddenly become 'the man'. They seemed to have dropped Harry and fallen for his archenemy. This had made Draco surprisingly bigheaded.
'Actually,' thought Hermione 'scratch that. Surprisingly bigheaded? It's not a surprise at all. Malfoy lives to be adored. It was obviously going to go to his head.'
Yet again, she had attempted to finish the essay. There was no point, really. She hadn't thought of anything clever to conclude it with. So yet again, she had put it away and looked at her Christmas list of things to buy.
Harry – some quidditch book Ron – sweets? Anything like that. Quidditch book, maybe? Ginny – that new lipgloss she keeps going on about Mum – self flossing string mints Dad – ditto.
There wasn't really anyone else. She had 12 galleons to spend. That would definitely be enough, maybe with some left over. There was a Hogsmeade trip tomorrow; she could get it all then.
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Hermione looked all around her at the Hogwarts students running around. One bumped into her, but she didn't have the heart to take any points, as it was Christmas. Besides, she didn't even know what house they were in – they were all in muggle clothes. She spotted her fellow Head sauntering down the street like the world was his own, in a pricey looking grey cashmere sweater and an obviously expensive pair of jeans.
"Hello Granger," he spat.
"Malfoy," she acknowledged his presence.
"Are you here shopping for the Weasel? Is he your new boyfriend? Do him a favour; give him a sickle instead so he can buy himself a box. To live in, of course."
"Actually, Malfoy, I was going to buy an expensive present for Harry. Him being my boyfriend, you see." That was a lie. But the look on Malfoy's face was priceless.
"You and Scarhead?" he stuttered. "For Merlin's sake, Granger, get yourself a decent looking boyfriend,"
"Who would you say was decent looking then?"
"Me, of course."
"Yes, Malfoy, like I'd go out with you."
"Pig's would fly sooner," he agreed.
"Come and get your flying pigs," said a witch in scarlet robes "newest thing for your magical farm!" They both turned to look.
"Well... just go away, Granger." He said.
"You talked to me first. And Harry isn't my boyfriend"
"Whatever," he walked into 'Quality Quidditch Supplies."
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A/N: You liked? There should be another chapter soon, and it's going to be quite long, hopefully. It's going to be Christmas and the Yule Ball. Well, until then!
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.
A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! Here is the next chapter!
......................
The snow fell lightly on the Hogwarts grounds, encasing the Whomping Willow in a soft white shell. The Yule Ball was coming up, and Hermione knew she would be expected to dance at least one dance with Draco. After all, it was tradition for the Head Boy and Girl to share the first dance. If only Draco wasn't such a little snotrag. Hermione wondered if anyone would ask her to the dance. If so, they wouldn't be too pleased to see her dancing with the hottie of the school. Ever since the sixth year at Hogwarts all the girls had swooned over Draco. He had suddenly become 'the man'. They seemed to have dropped Harry and fallen for his archenemy. This had made Draco surprisingly bigheaded.
'Actually,' thought Hermione 'scratch that. Surprisingly bigheaded? It's not a surprise at all. Malfoy lives to be adored. It was obviously going to go to his head.'
Yet again, she had attempted to finish the essay. There was no point, really. She hadn't thought of anything clever to conclude it with. So yet again, she had put it away and looked at her Christmas list of things to buy.
Harry – some quidditch book Ron – sweets? Anything like that. Quidditch book, maybe? Ginny – that new lipgloss she keeps going on about Mum – self flossing string mints Dad – ditto.
There wasn't really anyone else. She had 12 galleons to spend. That would definitely be enough, maybe with some left over. There was a Hogsmeade trip tomorrow; she could get it all then.
..............
Hermione looked all around her at the Hogwarts students running around. One bumped into her, but she didn't have the heart to take any points, as it was Christmas. Besides, she didn't even know what house they were in – they were all in muggle clothes. She spotted her fellow Head sauntering down the street like the world was his own, in a pricey looking grey cashmere sweater and an obviously expensive pair of jeans.
"Hello Granger," he spat.
"Malfoy," she acknowledged his presence.
"Are you here shopping for the Weasel? Is he your new boyfriend? Do him a favour; give him a sickle instead so he can buy himself a box. To live in, of course."
"Actually, Malfoy, I was going to buy an expensive present for Harry. Him being my boyfriend, you see." That was a lie. But the look on Malfoy's face was priceless.
"You and Scarhead?" he stuttered. "For Merlin's sake, Granger, get yourself a decent looking boyfriend,"
"Who would you say was decent looking then?"
"Me, of course."
"Yes, Malfoy, like I'd go out with you."
"Pig's would fly sooner," he agreed.
"Come and get your flying pigs," said a witch in scarlet robes "newest thing for your magical farm!" They both turned to look.
"Well... just go away, Granger." He said.
"You talked to me first. And Harry isn't my boyfriend"
"Whatever," he walked into 'Quality Quidditch Supplies."
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A/N: You liked? There should be another chapter soon, and it's going to be quite long, hopefully. It's going to be Christmas and the Yule Ball. Well, until then!