Clichés
by me (Phillippa)
¤¤¤¤¤ Phillippa here ¤¤¤¤¤
Here's my first HP fic, a Draco-Hermione one. I think it turned out pretty well. Review it and make me very very very happy!
Disclaimer -- I do not have: rights to Harry Potter, a big enough room, clean socks on, a clean room, or my own Zen garden.
part one (hermione)
How is it that in movies when the "bad popular guy" falls for the "nice unpopular girl," he totally changes his whole life around to show her his feelings?
That definitely isn't happening now.
It would be so easy if he totally rearranged himself for me. I would be able to tell if he liked me or was just making fun of me if he did that.
Yeah, me. I'm the other cliché here. A bookworm goody-two-shoes if there ever was one.
Harry says he might not know what to do with his feelings for me and that's why he's being such a jerk. Harry, by the way, thinks this whole thing is hilarious. Ron seems to agree with me about him and what he is doing. Anyway, I said to Harry, "Well, he sure knows what to do with his feelings about her."
She is his girlfriend.
(groan.)
I want to fit him into his cliché home and dismiss his actions as typical teenage want for attention. Except, I'm not sure if maybe he does like me.
(several groans.)
I'm not pretty. I know I'm not. Wild hair, awful skin, monster thighs and wide feet. I'm fairly short and don't like to wear tight clothes.
Why couldn't he just hang out with her and leave me alone? I'm content enough without a boyfriend. I don't want or need one. I want to get another person to be interested in SPEW, I want to get into Advanced Arithmancy, I want to get all O's on my OWL's. MY life is complete right now without a boyfriend, especially him. Maybe the summer will make him lose interest in me, and come our seventh year, we can ignore each other, hate each other again.
May they have an abnormally long relationship. May someone cast an irreversible spell on them so they are always connected. May she find out and get mad and make him stop.
Go out with me, Hermione. . .go to Hogsmeade with me, Hermione. . .you're so hot, Granger. . .you should go out with Draco. . .Draco really likes you, Hermione. . .dance with me, Granger. . .
No! No, no, no, no!
I don't want to go out with him. I don't want to dance. I don't want to be in Hogsmeade with him. I don't want a boyfriend!
I just want him to leave me alone and go bother her. After all, they are going out. . .
(g r o a n. . .)
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It's the last Hogsmeade weekend of the year. Ron and I are going without Harry, because he's going with Ginny instead. I finally convinced Harry to take her. It took the whole entire year, but it did work.
He hasn't asked me yet.
I can't understand why this bothers me. He is going with her, as far as I can tell. I should be delighted. I'm not. I hate it that I'm not. I want to be.
Has "no" finally leaked into that thick skull of his? Has he finally realized that I don't want to go out with him, that I don't want to be his girlfriend? Did she finally catch him flirting with me in the back of Potions class and tell him off for it? I don't know, and it's driving me crazy.
Could I actually like him?
(groan.)
Ron is worried about me. I'm antsy, I can't concentrate on my homework. Arithmancy isn't as interesting as it always was. I am starting to look forward to Potions classes.
Could I actually like him?
No! It's the end of the year jitters, it's going to my head. I'm only anxious because the exams are next week. . .not because he hasn't asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him like he did every other time. . .
I couldn't actually like him. I couldn't actually be thinking about saying yes if he asks me if I'll go with him to Hogsmeade. No, no, no!
Impossible. Not him, not my torturer of six years. Not the smirking, sneering, white-blond ferret! Anyone but him. I could take a crush on Seamus or Dean or even Neville. Even Ron! But not him!
It's the stress! I don't have a crush on him! I couldn't like him just because he spent a year making puppy dog eyes at me when they should've been directed at her and smiling at me when he should've smiled at her and sitting near me in the library when he should've been with her. . .
I couldn't actually like him. . .
I must be going crazy, because I just might. . .
(several groans)
part two (draco)
It all started out as a game. A game to annoy her. She was so fun to annoy. Her snappy comebacks and the way she blushed when I flirted with her made it all worth the trouble. It annoyed Pansy to no end, and annoying Pansy while annoying her was always a plus.
I had to get used to saying her first name instead of her last name. I bought flowers for her once, but that wasn't as much fun. She threw them right in the trash and didn't even have the decency to look embarrassed.
Pansy just about went crazy. "Draco!" she screeched. "What are you doing with that mudblood? You git! You are my boyfriend, stop flirting with Granger!"
I'm afraid Pansy's little outburst did the opposite of what she intended it to do. I started to hang out in the library by her. I started to send her letters and chocolates and jewelry.
It was -- in truth -- extremely fun. It was something interesting to do. Crabbe and Goyle stopped following me around everywhere. I received a letter home from Mother, who was confused by my change of friends. "I understand you are now in company with a certain witch you use to abhor," she wrote. "Do I know her parents?"
I almost laughed at that. Mother -- knowing muggles? I wrote back that she most definitely did not know her parents, because she was an orphan, and no one knew who her parents were.
Yeah, yeah, don't yell at me about a little white lie. I was keeping my outlet of fun safe.
I felt like such a cliché -- classic bully move to lie about it. Usually I could boast to Mother about that kind of thing, but this was different. While I bothered Potty when I was bored, what was happening between her and I, it was not just happening when I was bored. It was practically a hobby.
I was amazed by her strong will. She didn't eat one of the chocolates I got for her, she didn't read a single note, and she never even glanced at the necklaces and bracelets.
I should tell her it's all a joke, I should stop flirting with her in the back of Potions. I should stop sitting in the library and watching her study. I really should. I know I won't be able to.
What am I saying? I'm a Malfoy, I'm strong enough to conquer a weird feeling about her.
Could I actually like her?
She's been receiving torment from me for six years. She's best friends with Potter and Weasel. She's a Gryffindor. She's a bushy-haired, bossy, know-it-all mudblood.
Could I actually like her?
Impossible! It's all a joke, I don't really like her, I'm just confused because I've been acting like I do for the whole year.
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The last Hogsmeade weekend is coming around. I haven't asked her if she'll go with me.
Potty's going with Baby Weasley, so Brother Weasley and she are going to Hogsmeade alone this time. Why does this bother me, to have Weasel and her alone?
Pansy (as usual) is dropping hints all over the place that she wants to go with me.
I have to ask her first. Maybe she'll say yes this time. . .
Draco Malfoy, you can't have just thought that. You're acting like you actually want her to say yes. . .
Maybe I won't ask her this time. Maybe I'll just go alone and watch in agony as she and Weasel walk chummily through Hogsmeade.
No! I do not have a crush on her. I don't care even if she and Weasley start to make out in front of me while I'm at Hogsmeade. I don't care if they are girlfriend and boyfriend! I sincerely, absolutely, without a doubt, do not care!
I couldn't actually like her. . .
I must be going crazy, because I just might. . .
What do you think? I'm thinking about just leaving it at that and letting you decide what happens. Or should I keep going? Tell me what you think.
A) I think you have to continue it
B) I think it's fine as it is
review review review review review
by me (Phillippa)
¤¤¤¤¤ Phillippa here ¤¤¤¤¤
Here's my first HP fic, a Draco-Hermione one. I think it turned out pretty well. Review it and make me very very very happy!
Disclaimer -- I do not have: rights to Harry Potter, a big enough room, clean socks on, a clean room, or my own Zen garden.
part one (hermione)
How is it that in movies when the "bad popular guy" falls for the "nice unpopular girl," he totally changes his whole life around to show her his feelings?
That definitely isn't happening now.
It would be so easy if he totally rearranged himself for me. I would be able to tell if he liked me or was just making fun of me if he did that.
Yeah, me. I'm the other cliché here. A bookworm goody-two-shoes if there ever was one.
Harry says he might not know what to do with his feelings for me and that's why he's being such a jerk. Harry, by the way, thinks this whole thing is hilarious. Ron seems to agree with me about him and what he is doing. Anyway, I said to Harry, "Well, he sure knows what to do with his feelings about her."
She is his girlfriend.
(groan.)
I want to fit him into his cliché home and dismiss his actions as typical teenage want for attention. Except, I'm not sure if maybe he does like me.
(several groans.)
I'm not pretty. I know I'm not. Wild hair, awful skin, monster thighs and wide feet. I'm fairly short and don't like to wear tight clothes.
Why couldn't he just hang out with her and leave me alone? I'm content enough without a boyfriend. I don't want or need one. I want to get another person to be interested in SPEW, I want to get into Advanced Arithmancy, I want to get all O's on my OWL's. MY life is complete right now without a boyfriend, especially him. Maybe the summer will make him lose interest in me, and come our seventh year, we can ignore each other, hate each other again.
May they have an abnormally long relationship. May someone cast an irreversible spell on them so they are always connected. May she find out and get mad and make him stop.
Go out with me, Hermione. . .go to Hogsmeade with me, Hermione. . .you're so hot, Granger. . .you should go out with Draco. . .Draco really likes you, Hermione. . .dance with me, Granger. . .
No! No, no, no, no!
I don't want to go out with him. I don't want to dance. I don't want to be in Hogsmeade with him. I don't want a boyfriend!
I just want him to leave me alone and go bother her. After all, they are going out. . .
(g r o a n. . .)
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It's the last Hogsmeade weekend of the year. Ron and I are going without Harry, because he's going with Ginny instead. I finally convinced Harry to take her. It took the whole entire year, but it did work.
He hasn't asked me yet.
I can't understand why this bothers me. He is going with her, as far as I can tell. I should be delighted. I'm not. I hate it that I'm not. I want to be.
Has "no" finally leaked into that thick skull of his? Has he finally realized that I don't want to go out with him, that I don't want to be his girlfriend? Did she finally catch him flirting with me in the back of Potions class and tell him off for it? I don't know, and it's driving me crazy.
Could I actually like him?
(groan.)
Ron is worried about me. I'm antsy, I can't concentrate on my homework. Arithmancy isn't as interesting as it always was. I am starting to look forward to Potions classes.
Could I actually like him?
No! It's the end of the year jitters, it's going to my head. I'm only anxious because the exams are next week. . .not because he hasn't asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him like he did every other time. . .
I couldn't actually like him. I couldn't actually be thinking about saying yes if he asks me if I'll go with him to Hogsmeade. No, no, no!
Impossible. Not him, not my torturer of six years. Not the smirking, sneering, white-blond ferret! Anyone but him. I could take a crush on Seamus or Dean or even Neville. Even Ron! But not him!
It's the stress! I don't have a crush on him! I couldn't like him just because he spent a year making puppy dog eyes at me when they should've been directed at her and smiling at me when he should've smiled at her and sitting near me in the library when he should've been with her. . .
I couldn't actually like him. . .
I must be going crazy, because I just might. . .
(several groans)
part two (draco)
It all started out as a game. A game to annoy her. She was so fun to annoy. Her snappy comebacks and the way she blushed when I flirted with her made it all worth the trouble. It annoyed Pansy to no end, and annoying Pansy while annoying her was always a plus.
I had to get used to saying her first name instead of her last name. I bought flowers for her once, but that wasn't as much fun. She threw them right in the trash and didn't even have the decency to look embarrassed.
Pansy just about went crazy. "Draco!" she screeched. "What are you doing with that mudblood? You git! You are my boyfriend, stop flirting with Granger!"
I'm afraid Pansy's little outburst did the opposite of what she intended it to do. I started to hang out in the library by her. I started to send her letters and chocolates and jewelry.
It was -- in truth -- extremely fun. It was something interesting to do. Crabbe and Goyle stopped following me around everywhere. I received a letter home from Mother, who was confused by my change of friends. "I understand you are now in company with a certain witch you use to abhor," she wrote. "Do I know her parents?"
I almost laughed at that. Mother -- knowing muggles? I wrote back that she most definitely did not know her parents, because she was an orphan, and no one knew who her parents were.
Yeah, yeah, don't yell at me about a little white lie. I was keeping my outlet of fun safe.
I felt like such a cliché -- classic bully move to lie about it. Usually I could boast to Mother about that kind of thing, but this was different. While I bothered Potty when I was bored, what was happening between her and I, it was not just happening when I was bored. It was practically a hobby.
I was amazed by her strong will. She didn't eat one of the chocolates I got for her, she didn't read a single note, and she never even glanced at the necklaces and bracelets.
I should tell her it's all a joke, I should stop flirting with her in the back of Potions. I should stop sitting in the library and watching her study. I really should. I know I won't be able to.
What am I saying? I'm a Malfoy, I'm strong enough to conquer a weird feeling about her.
Could I actually like her?
She's been receiving torment from me for six years. She's best friends with Potter and Weasel. She's a Gryffindor. She's a bushy-haired, bossy, know-it-all mudblood.
Could I actually like her?
Impossible! It's all a joke, I don't really like her, I'm just confused because I've been acting like I do for the whole year.
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The last Hogsmeade weekend is coming around. I haven't asked her if she'll go with me.
Potty's going with Baby Weasley, so Brother Weasley and she are going to Hogsmeade alone this time. Why does this bother me, to have Weasel and her alone?
Pansy (as usual) is dropping hints all over the place that she wants to go with me.
I have to ask her first. Maybe she'll say yes this time. . .
Draco Malfoy, you can't have just thought that. You're acting like you actually want her to say yes. . .
Maybe I won't ask her this time. Maybe I'll just go alone and watch in agony as she and Weasel walk chummily through Hogsmeade.
No! I do not have a crush on her. I don't care even if she and Weasley start to make out in front of me while I'm at Hogsmeade. I don't care if they are girlfriend and boyfriend! I sincerely, absolutely, without a doubt, do not care!
I couldn't actually like her. . .
I must be going crazy, because I just might. . .
What do you think? I'm thinking about just leaving it at that and letting you decide what happens. Or should I keep going? Tell me what you think.
A) I think you have to continue it
B) I think it's fine as it is
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