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: Next chappie
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"Er- Hermione?" Draco pondered outside the door. Hermione enclosed the pillow tighter around her ears.
"Go away, Malfoy," she put emphasis on his last name.
"That was incredibly rude what you did at the ball,"
"Argh!" she tossed the pillow onto her bed and opened the door.
"You didn't let me talk to you properly,"
"Oh, I did, you just thought it would be better to talk to my lips," she said indignantly.
"Don't tell me you don't feel anything for me,"
"I don't," she insisted.
"I guess I'm just wasting my time then..."
"Draco? Do YOU like ME?"
"Well," he rubbed his nose, a nervous habit "I'd like to see what if. Even if it is with you,"
"This," she pushed him out of the door "is why I don't feel anything for you!" and slammed the door in his face. It was Christmas Eve, she shouldn't be stressing out. Hermione flopped onto her bed.
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The Christmas morning brought even more snow to Hogwarts. Hermione awoke and glanced at all the presents on her floor. She opened the one nearest, and found chocolate frogs from Ron. Harry's gift was a book about Transfiguration. She saw a small silver box on her dressing table. Opening it, Hermione found a silver wristwatch. It was perfect. There was a note.
'From an ass – Draco,'
She looked at the watch in disgust.
"He thinks this is going to win me over? He is so wrong," she said.
"You don't like it?" a voice said meekly from by the door.
"DRACO! I'm in my... nightclothes,"
"Don't worry, I won't stare," though she rather thought he was.
"I do like it – it's just that you ARE an ass,"
"I know. But you still want to kiss me,"
"You're just crazy."
"Am I?" he kissed her lightly on the cheek. She kissed him on his cheek. They looked at each other for a millisecond before they began kissing. She felt his soft green sweater with her hands. When they broke it off, Draco grinned.
"I think we've confirmed that I'm not crazy,"
"I- er, Merry Christmas!" she grabbed her clothes and ran to the bathroom.
"Hermione! No fair!" he banged on the door. Hermione began running the shower and blocked it out.
"Why did I kiss him?" she groaned.
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: Next chappie
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"Er- Hermione?" Draco pondered outside the door. Hermione enclosed the pillow tighter around her ears.
"Go away, Malfoy," she put emphasis on his last name.
"That was incredibly rude what you did at the ball,"
"Argh!" she tossed the pillow onto her bed and opened the door.
"You didn't let me talk to you properly,"
"Oh, I did, you just thought it would be better to talk to my lips," she said indignantly.
"Don't tell me you don't feel anything for me,"
"I don't," she insisted.
"I guess I'm just wasting my time then..."
"Draco? Do YOU like ME?"
"Well," he rubbed his nose, a nervous habit "I'd like to see what if. Even if it is with you,"
"This," she pushed him out of the door "is why I don't feel anything for you!" and slammed the door in his face. It was Christmas Eve, she shouldn't be stressing out. Hermione flopped onto her bed.
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The Christmas morning brought even more snow to Hogwarts. Hermione awoke and glanced at all the presents on her floor. She opened the one nearest, and found chocolate frogs from Ron. Harry's gift was a book about Transfiguration. She saw a small silver box on her dressing table. Opening it, Hermione found a silver wristwatch. It was perfect. There was a note.
'From an ass – Draco,'
She looked at the watch in disgust.
"He thinks this is going to win me over? He is so wrong," she said.
"You don't like it?" a voice said meekly from by the door.
"DRACO! I'm in my... nightclothes,"
"Don't worry, I won't stare," though she rather thought he was.
"I do like it – it's just that you ARE an ass,"
"I know. But you still want to kiss me,"
"You're just crazy."
"Am I?" he kissed her lightly on the cheek. She kissed him on his cheek. They looked at each other for a millisecond before they began kissing. She felt his soft green sweater with her hands. When they broke it off, Draco grinned.
"I think we've confirmed that I'm not crazy,"
"I- er, Merry Christmas!" she grabbed her clothes and ran to the bathroom.
"Hermione! No fair!" he banged on the door. Hermione began running the shower and blocked it out.
"Why did I kiss him?" she groaned.