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 for your flattering reviews!
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(This chapter is the ball, but here's just a teeny flashback of before it)
Harry spat out his pumpkin juice.
"Malfoy!?" he exclaimed, wiping juice from his chin.
"Yes, Harry, Malfoy." Hermione said, looking at her sodden mashed potatoes.
"You're not going to go with him..."
"I don't know. He said that I'm the only girl slightly worth him. It's not like I'm going with anyone else,"
"It's MALFOY!"
"He's changed somehow. He's not much of an idiot anymore," Hermione reasoned.
"Just watch out, Hermione... if I know Malfoy (and I think I do) something is not right,"
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"You obviously like him, 'Mione!" Ginny sighed, painting her toenails with clear nail polish. It was their second sleepover in a week.
"I don't know if I like him, all I know is that I'm attracted to him,"
"Then go to the ball with him."
"That, I will never do."
"Whatever. But you should,"
(End flashback)
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It was Christmas Eve and Hermione walked into the Great Hall. She had decided to go stag. Nothing would have made her go with Malfoy. The Hall was certainly festive. She waited by the buffet until everybody had arrived. 'I'm going to have to dance with Malfoy,' she thought, dreading it.
Hermione looked awesome. Her hair was up with ringlets cascading down, framing her face. Her satin gown swept the floor; it was a pale lilac colour. Many people opened their mouths dumbly as they saw her, for she definitely didn't look like ordinary Hermione. Neville was talking to Seamus, but began stuttering as soon as he saw her.
Draco was not blind to her. It was obvious to him that he should have asked her nicely. What a piece of arm-candy she'd be... but he knew she would never be just arm-candy. She had a mind of her own. He liked that... yet loathed her for being so attractive in every aspect. 'At least I get to dance with her,' he thought. 'It's not a total loss,'
Draco was looking pretty good himself. It was muggle-dress theme, and he had a white shirt and black trousers, for the sake of looking smart. Pansy was fluttering on his arm in a lime-green strapless dress, giggling and pointing out people they knew. Unfortunately, he had had to take her, because otherwise she would have begged him to dance every dance with her anyway. At least she'd be quite satisfied if he took her. He told Pansy he had to go for a minute, and let go of her arm.
"Hermione, the music's about to start," he said, walking up to her.
"I realise that," she said through gritted teeth.
"Can I tell you..."
"How beautiful I am tonight? Please. You're like the fifteenth guy that's said that. Do you honestly think I care? You'd never appreciate me, Malfoy, let's leave it at that,"
"I just need to tell you..."
"Will the head boy and girl please take their places on the dance floor?" Albus Dumbledore's voice boomed, obviously under the 'sonorus' charm.
Draco took Hermione's hand. They danced slowly to the Weird Sister's 'Love At Yule-time,' and gradually couples began to join them.
"At least the focus is off us," Hermione sighed, leaning on Draco's shoulder as was expected in this particular dance.
"Yeah... listen to me for a minute," Hermione lifted her head off his shoulder and couldn't help but look into his eyes. At least if he said something she could tell if he was lying. It was easy. They either looked away or blinked constantly.
"What is it?" she said.
"I wasn't exactly courteous to you the other day,"
Hermione snorted.
"But I've been thinking about this," he paused "about us."
"There isn't an 'us' Draco," she said.
"There could be,"
"There will never be. What's up with this sudden change of character? One minute it's like 'mudblood I hate you,' and now it's all 'Hermione, let's get together,'"
"Are you sure there will never be? I mean, that kiss in the library... no one kisses like that if they don't feel anything."
"Okay, so maybe I liked you for a tiny second there but then you went and blew it! It always happens. I think maybe I'm falling for you and then you go and make a stupid comment and mess it all up! Anyway, you still haven't answered my question. Why have you changed?"
Before she knew it he had her in a lip-lock. She lost all feeling, all sense. She was just kissing him back. And liking it. Then suddenly all came back to her and she pushed him away.
"No, Draco! You can't just kiss me and think that I'm going to fall for you! It doesn't work that way! Sometimes first impressions last," she stormed out of the room, unaware of the people staring at her.
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Okay, this is a weird cliffie. It's not even really a cliffie.
I was a little unsure about this chapter. If you hate it, let me know and I'll delete it and write another one ASAP.
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 for your flattering reviews!
....................
(This chapter is the ball, but here's just a teeny flashback of before it)
Harry spat out his pumpkin juice.
"Malfoy!?" he exclaimed, wiping juice from his chin.
"Yes, Harry, Malfoy." Hermione said, looking at her sodden mashed potatoes.
"You're not going to go with him..."
"I don't know. He said that I'm the only girl slightly worth him. It's not like I'm going with anyone else,"
"It's MALFOY!"
"He's changed somehow. He's not much of an idiot anymore," Hermione reasoned.
"Just watch out, Hermione... if I know Malfoy (and I think I do) something is not right,"
...................
"You obviously like him, 'Mione!" Ginny sighed, painting her toenails with clear nail polish. It was their second sleepover in a week.
"I don't know if I like him, all I know is that I'm attracted to him,"
"Then go to the ball with him."
"That, I will never do."
"Whatever. But you should,"
(End flashback)
.....................
It was Christmas Eve and Hermione walked into the Great Hall. She had decided to go stag. Nothing would have made her go with Malfoy. The Hall was certainly festive. She waited by the buffet until everybody had arrived. 'I'm going to have to dance with Malfoy,' she thought, dreading it.
Hermione looked awesome. Her hair was up with ringlets cascading down, framing her face. Her satin gown swept the floor; it was a pale lilac colour. Many people opened their mouths dumbly as they saw her, for she definitely didn't look like ordinary Hermione. Neville was talking to Seamus, but began stuttering as soon as he saw her.
Draco was not blind to her. It was obvious to him that he should have asked her nicely. What a piece of arm-candy she'd be... but he knew she would never be just arm-candy. She had a mind of her own. He liked that... yet loathed her for being so attractive in every aspect. 'At least I get to dance with her,' he thought. 'It's not a total loss,'
Draco was looking pretty good himself. It was muggle-dress theme, and he had a white shirt and black trousers, for the sake of looking smart. Pansy was fluttering on his arm in a lime-green strapless dress, giggling and pointing out people they knew. Unfortunately, he had had to take her, because otherwise she would have begged him to dance every dance with her anyway. At least she'd be quite satisfied if he took her. He told Pansy he had to go for a minute, and let go of her arm.
"Hermione, the music's about to start," he said, walking up to her.
"I realise that," she said through gritted teeth.
"Can I tell you..."
"How beautiful I am tonight? Please. You're like the fifteenth guy that's said that. Do you honestly think I care? You'd never appreciate me, Malfoy, let's leave it at that,"
"I just need to tell you..."
"Will the head boy and girl please take their places on the dance floor?" Albus Dumbledore's voice boomed, obviously under the 'sonorus' charm.
Draco took Hermione's hand. They danced slowly to the Weird Sister's 'Love At Yule-time,' and gradually couples began to join them.
"At least the focus is off us," Hermione sighed, leaning on Draco's shoulder as was expected in this particular dance.
"Yeah... listen to me for a minute," Hermione lifted her head off his shoulder and couldn't help but look into his eyes. At least if he said something she could tell if he was lying. It was easy. They either looked away or blinked constantly.
"What is it?" she said.
"I wasn't exactly courteous to you the other day,"
Hermione snorted.
"But I've been thinking about this," he paused "about us."
"There isn't an 'us' Draco," she said.
"There could be,"
"There will never be. What's up with this sudden change of character? One minute it's like 'mudblood I hate you,' and now it's all 'Hermione, let's get together,'"
"Are you sure there will never be? I mean, that kiss in the library... no one kisses like that if they don't feel anything."
"Okay, so maybe I liked you for a tiny second there but then you went and blew it! It always happens. I think maybe I'm falling for you and then you go and make a stupid comment and mess it all up! Anyway, you still haven't answered my question. Why have you changed?"
Before she knew it he had her in a lip-lock. She lost all feeling, all sense. She was just kissing him back. And liking it. Then suddenly all came back to her and she pushed him away.
"No, Draco! You can't just kiss me and think that I'm going to fall for you! It doesn't work that way! Sometimes first impressions last," she stormed out of the room, unaware of the people staring at her.
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Okay, this is a weird cliffie. It's not even really a cliffie.
I was a little unsure about this chapter. If you hate it, let me know and I'll delete it and write another one ASAP.