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A.N.—the following drabbles aren't ever 100 words exactly. They're just for fun, so who's counting? Enjoy!
The Rules of Romance
"But…the books--"
"The books lied, Hermione. Face it."
"Ron, this is the GIRL'S dormitory. You shouldn't be here. It isn't proper. How did you even--"
"I can be brilliant when I want to be."
"Hogwarts: A History clearly states that if a boy tries to go up to the girl's dormitory, an alarm will sound and the stairs will-"
"Hermione, could you just shut it for a bit and think about what I've done?"
Silence.
"It is rather romantic, I'll admit. In an unorthodox way."
"Mm."
"I think I'm going to kiss you now."
"Yes, you should."
"I can't believe you seduced me, prat!"
"Shut up, 'Mione."
Payback
"Ginny! It's not what it looks like…"
"OH REALLY, DEAN?"
Dean Thomas winced at his girlfriends' tone.
"I SUPPOSE," Ginny continued, "THAT LAVENDER BROWN JUST STUMBLED INTO YOUR PANTS? PERHAPS SHE TRIPPED OVER YOUR ABNORMALLY LARGE FEET! AND THAT IS SO NOT A COMPLIMENT, PERV!"
"She wasn't in my pants…more like on--"
"IT'S OVER DEAN! YOU MAKE ME SICK! Now, excuse me, I have to get back at you." Ginny spun on her heel.
"What? How??"
"I'm going to…snog the first guy I see!" She declared over her shoulder angrily.
Ginny turned back around, only to find herself looking—
Directly into the cold, gray eyes of Draco Malfoy.
He smirked.
Kiss me, I'm Irish
"Lily, I love you. You know that, right?"
Lily raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend.
"What did you do, James?"
"Nothing!" He squeaked, darting his eyes away from her hair.
"Because that isn't at ALL suspicious." She drawled.
"Just…don't look in the mirror for a bit." James said.
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because, because."
"YOU ARE SO CHILDISH!" Lily irritably whipped out her compact and shrieked.
"Now, Lily-flower, calm down. It was an accident. I swear."
"MY HAIR IS BLOODY NEON GREEN, POTTER! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! FIX IT!"
"Can't."
"POTTER!"
"It's a St. Patrick's Day prank. Padfoot was going to use it on someone else, but you got in the way. The only way to reverse it is to…"
"What?"
"Snog someone who's part-Irish." He laughed.
"You better hope to Merlin that you're Irish, Potter."
"Sorry. Can't help you."
"I hate you."
"Love you too, my emerald haired sweet."
"You do realize," Lily smirked, "that Sirius is part-Irish."
James' grin dropped immediately.
"I do hear around the dormitory that he's quite the AMAZING snog…" She said thoughtfully, or evilly, in James' opinion.
"But—you're MY girlfriend."
"So it seems."
"He's my BEST mate."
"Better him than Snape. I have to snog SOMEONE. Oh SIR-I-US!" She called in a sing-song voice.