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: Short every day it is! Enjoy!
....................
The next few days were weird. Occasionally their eyes would lock, and they would stare at each other, as if sharing a secret.
"I can't believe I kissed Draco Malfoy!" Hermione whispered to Ginny, sitting on her bed. She was sleeping over in Ginny's dorm.
"Me either!" grinned Ginny, her hair in a high ponytail, wearing an oversized tee shirt for bed.
"I mean... it was fantastic. He is such a great kisser..."
"If I didn't know you better, Hermione, I'd say you had a thing for him," said Ginny.
"Me! And Malfoy? You're joking."
"Come on, you have not stopped talking about him since you got here!" Hermione tucked a loose curl that had escaped from the scrunchie behind her ear. She looked thoughtful.
"I don't know. I've been thinking about him a lot... maybe it's just a first crush kind of thing? I don't know if it's a crush. I definitely felt something when he kissed me. But then he was such an ass I realised all the bad things about him."
"But what about the good?"
"I haven't found anything good,"
"Yet," a mischievous smile played on Ginny's lips.
"You don't..."
"Oh yes. Hermione Granger, I think it's about time you got to know Draco Malfoy better."
...............
"So, what do you do in your spare time?" Hermione asked Draco, while stirring their potion five times clockwise.
"Quidditch..." he replied nonchalantly.
"Anything else?"
"What is this, Granger, 20 questions?"
"No, I just thought, working in close quarters, it might be best if we got to know each other better. To stop us from aggravating each other too much."
"Okay... what's your favourite colour,"
"Red. You?"
"Green."
"Oh," she added powdered mandrake root and stirred the potion counter- clockwise twice.
"Describe your ideal man," he said. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"I guess tall, dark and brooding." Draco snorted. "What?" she asked, annoyed.
"Typical girl. Like you're ever going to find him,"
"Who says I won't?"
"Me."
"Okay, what's your perfect girl?"
"Smart and funny. Oh, and she has to have long hair," it was Hermione's turn to snort. "What's so amusing? I have a thing for long hair,"
"Me too."
They worked on their potion in silence for a few minutes.
"Listen, Granger, normally I wouldn't ask you this, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I need a date for the dance. To be honest, you're the only girl slightly worth me. All the others are disgusting. You're not bad looking," he eyed her up and down "and I guess I would not be shamed to stand up with you. After all, we do share the first dance together,"
"Is that your idea of asking someone out? 'You're not good enough but you'll do'? Well I'm sorry, but if that is the case then the answer is no."
"Ah, I see. 'When I do myself the honour of speaking to you next on this subject I shall hope to receive a more favourable answer than you have given me; though I am far from accusing you of cruelty at present, because I know it to be the established custom of your sex to reject a man on the first application, and perhaps you have even now said as much to encourage my suit as would be consistent with the true delicacy of the female character'." He quoted.
"You read 'Pride and Prejudice?'" her eyes widened with surprise.
"Naturally. I am a well-educated man, Granger. So, in reference to my previous request, what will your answer be?"
"I'll think about it."
"Don't think I'm interested in you, Granger. You will just compliment me nicely, that's all." Hermione banged down the Potion book she was studying.
"What in the world makes you think I'd be privileged to go with you?! You are arrogant, conceited, and you have taunted me for years about my background! I will NOT go to the dance with you, infact, you would be a punishment for me to stand up with!" she had completely lost her temper.
"Miss Granger, pray, what is this outburst?" Professor Snape's lip curled. "50 points from Gryffindor. As Head Girl, I would have expected better behaviour from you,"
Hermione ignored Malfoy for the rest of the lesson.
.............
It was slightly longer, so maybe my poll was quite useless. At least you get an update daily!
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: Short every day it is! Enjoy!
....................
The next few days were weird. Occasionally their eyes would lock, and they would stare at each other, as if sharing a secret.
"I can't believe I kissed Draco Malfoy!" Hermione whispered to Ginny, sitting on her bed. She was sleeping over in Ginny's dorm.
"Me either!" grinned Ginny, her hair in a high ponytail, wearing an oversized tee shirt for bed.
"I mean... it was fantastic. He is such a great kisser..."
"If I didn't know you better, Hermione, I'd say you had a thing for him," said Ginny.
"Me! And Malfoy? You're joking."
"Come on, you have not stopped talking about him since you got here!" Hermione tucked a loose curl that had escaped from the scrunchie behind her ear. She looked thoughtful.
"I don't know. I've been thinking about him a lot... maybe it's just a first crush kind of thing? I don't know if it's a crush. I definitely felt something when he kissed me. But then he was such an ass I realised all the bad things about him."
"But what about the good?"
"I haven't found anything good,"
"Yet," a mischievous smile played on Ginny's lips.
"You don't..."
"Oh yes. Hermione Granger, I think it's about time you got to know Draco Malfoy better."
...............
"So, what do you do in your spare time?" Hermione asked Draco, while stirring their potion five times clockwise.
"Quidditch..." he replied nonchalantly.
"Anything else?"
"What is this, Granger, 20 questions?"
"No, I just thought, working in close quarters, it might be best if we got to know each other better. To stop us from aggravating each other too much."
"Okay... what's your favourite colour,"
"Red. You?"
"Green."
"Oh," she added powdered mandrake root and stirred the potion counter- clockwise twice.
"Describe your ideal man," he said. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"I guess tall, dark and brooding." Draco snorted. "What?" she asked, annoyed.
"Typical girl. Like you're ever going to find him,"
"Who says I won't?"
"Me."
"Okay, what's your perfect girl?"
"Smart and funny. Oh, and she has to have long hair," it was Hermione's turn to snort. "What's so amusing? I have a thing for long hair,"
"Me too."
They worked on their potion in silence for a few minutes.
"Listen, Granger, normally I wouldn't ask you this, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I need a date for the dance. To be honest, you're the only girl slightly worth me. All the others are disgusting. You're not bad looking," he eyed her up and down "and I guess I would not be shamed to stand up with you. After all, we do share the first dance together,"
"Is that your idea of asking someone out? 'You're not good enough but you'll do'? Well I'm sorry, but if that is the case then the answer is no."
"Ah, I see. 'When I do myself the honour of speaking to you next on this subject I shall hope to receive a more favourable answer than you have given me; though I am far from accusing you of cruelty at present, because I know it to be the established custom of your sex to reject a man on the first application, and perhaps you have even now said as much to encourage my suit as would be consistent with the true delicacy of the female character'." He quoted.
"You read 'Pride and Prejudice?'" her eyes widened with surprise.
"Naturally. I am a well-educated man, Granger. So, in reference to my previous request, what will your answer be?"
"I'll think about it."
"Don't think I'm interested in you, Granger. You will just compliment me nicely, that's all." Hermione banged down the Potion book she was studying.
"What in the world makes you think I'd be privileged to go with you?! You are arrogant, conceited, and you have taunted me for years about my background! I will NOT go to the dance with you, infact, you would be a punishment for me to stand up with!" she had completely lost her temper.
"Miss Granger, pray, what is this outburst?" Professor Snape's lip curled. "50 points from Gryffindor. As Head Girl, I would have expected better behaviour from you,"
Hermione ignored Malfoy for the rest of the lesson.
.............
It was slightly longer, so maybe my poll was quite useless. At least you get an update daily!