Name Romeo doesn't love Hermione
Author Plot-bunny-diva
Summary When Dumbledore decides that the students should put on a play to promote inter house unity poor Hermione is cast in the leading role of Romeo and Juliet, opposite her most hated enemy, Malfoy of course. But something has gone wrong; Romeo and Juliet are supposed to fall in love, not Romeo and Mercutio!
A/N: this is my first fan fic so be nice with the flames (they will be used to light a fire under my muse) also I'm looking for a beta if anyone is interested, the first chapter could use some work!
Harry had never realized before just how resilient Hermione could be, she kept her head up and ignored all of the whispers of her classmates. Hermione was being forced to be in the spotlight but she wasn't about to let it stop her from devoting herself to her classes.
"Wow these people are brutal," Ron whispered to Harry as the trio walked down to care of magical creatures. "They've been going on about how Mione must have slept with a professor to get that part all day. I don't get it, everybody usually likes Hermione, but the minuet that she gets something others don't they all hate her."
"Gee I wonder how that must feel." Harry turned to Ron and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yea right, sorry Harry" Ron blushed and fiddled with his bag. "Wonder what kind of monster Hagrid has for us today?"
In all Harry thought reflectively the first rehearsal was not going all that well, actors lost their scripts, the prop department was haphazardly constructing several sets at one and some Hufflepuffs who had volunteered to make costumes were measuring everything in sight. It certainly didn't help that the supervising teacher, one Severus Snape, had snuck out of the great hall an hour ago and it seamed unlikely that he would return.
Hermione and Malfoy had settled down in a far off corner to practice and Harry and Blaise, who was playing Paris were left to sit by themselves and read there lines. Harry however couldn't concentrate and was spending most of his time watching some 3rd year Ravenclaws attempted to secure an 8-foot high column to the floor.
'BANG'
Most of the students jumped as the sound shock the great hall. The giant column had fallen over, landing squarely on a 3rd years leg. The small boy was attempting to pull the heavy column off of himself, desperately trying not to cry.
Harry hadn't noticed when Malfoy had lost his shirt but he certainly noticed when the shirtless blond raced up onto the stage in front of him, muscles glistening from exertion. Watching the slim body pick up the fallen set piece and carefully put it back in place, all the while wondering what it would be like to feel those hands on his body. Harry sat mesmerized, staring at Malfoy's ass until that ass turned itself around and Harry found himself very close to the annoyed Slytherin's face.
"Potter what are you doing?"
"Uh nothing." Harry stammered.
"Then would you mind not standing five inches away from me? Personal space is something I've come to value in this school" the blond stared coolly at Harry before turning and walking back over to the other Slytherin's.
'Oh god was I just checking Malfoy out? MALFOY?' Harry stared after the blond, panicking. 'No, just relax, you didn't know that he had all those muscles, you would have noticed any guy, even Dumbledore if he had a six pack like that' his inner voice reasoned away his feeling of panic.
He would have to take some time later to question why his inner voice sounded like Ron.
He shook his head and turned to the small boy, who pansy Parkinson was attempting to pick up.
"Here let me carry him," Harry suggested, scooping the boy into his arms. "Would you run ahead and tell madam Pomfry what happened?"
"Sure." Pansy replied with an almost smile at Harry.
"Put him down here Mr. Potter," madam Pomfry bustled over carrying numerous potions. "Yes your leg is broken young man, but no worries we can fix it right up. And I don't suppose you have injured your self as well Mr. Potter?"
"No Mam." Harry slunk out of the hospital, he wasn't about to subject himself to more of madam Pomfry's fussing, he got enough of that when he was actually injured.
Harry wasn't sure if the rehearsal was finished or not so he headed back down to the great hall rather reluctantly. On his way down the grand staircase Malfoy passed him going up. Hmmm he's wearing a shirt again, too bad…..ack! Shut up brain!
"Where are you going Malfoy?" Harry asked
"To the hospital wing to check on the 3rd year, not that it's any of your business potter."
"Oh, that's really nice of you." Harry blushed.
"Contrary to popular belief potter I am not a bastard and therefore can do any sort of 'nice' thing I wish." Draco turned away from him and strode angrily up the stairs
Harry watched his retreating figure in confusion. How come every time I say something nasty back to one of his insults her looks at me like I've murdered his mother? And why is he being so bloody nice!