Disclaimer: In no way shape or form am I related to J.K. Rowling -weeps- so therefore I have not inherited the seventh book or the right to call any characters used by me, mine.
A note: Thankfully I keep getting my ideas from practically nowhere and believe it or not the inspiration for the third chapter came when I was asleep. So if your curious how this fic has somehow survived ask the twisted mind that I have. Enjoy this chapter I believe it is my finest work yet (feel free to review and tell me I'm wrong/right). Just one thing I have a feeling the spell is spelt incorrectly so it is let me know and I'll fix it straight away.
Previously: "Depends entirely on what your prepared to do to find out my lovely little Hermione."
Hermione Granger returned from her job at Flourish and Blotts with a small pouch filled with knuts and galleons and an air of self-pity. The bookworm was contemplating quitting that day (after being refused a bigger salary) when to make things seem that little bit worse, Pansy Parkinson walked in. She had scanned the shop almost like a carnivore targeting her prey using only her nose to sniff out Hermione's scent (this gave many customers a disgusting view up her nostril). When finally, after many agonising minutes of avoiding the mud blood hater, Pansy closed in on her. It would appear to a person watching them converse that the two were well acquainted and good friends (they couldn't hear what the two were whispering to each other).
The conversation seemed to go on for at least a quarter of an hour then they both left with a polite goodbye and a whispered: "good riddance".
So when she finally arrived back at her cottage, which seemed to have been somewhat ruined by the number of green and silver items invading the peaceful atmosphere. She practically knocked over her favourite vase when a sight that should never be seen reached her vision. Turning away and almost vomiting Hermione began to choke quite loudly which Draco heard instantly. When he finally approached he saw that the choking had turned to somewhat hysterical laughter and Draco thought about calling a mediwitch. Only to be stopped by her first comprehensible words:
"You…you wear mascara?"
He jumped away from shock almost instantly, 'she couldn't have seen the rest could she?' Trying to hide the hair rollers behind his back Draco began to recall what he had been doing before she had interrupted. Malfoy had spotted the muggle make-up on her bedside table (he was snooping around trying to find incriminating items which he could use for blackmail) and had wondered what could be done with it. Pulling out what appeared to be a mini wand with a brush on the end he began to fiddle with it. After trying to brush his hair with it Draco had reached the conclusion that it was meant for eyelashes (it didn't work well on eyebrows). So deciding that this stuff might actually be used by both sexes, Draco began to experiment with hair rollers with mixed results and so she had found him. He decided to respond because by the looks of things she was about to start laughing at him again:
"How did you know?"
"Oh I don't know maybe its got something to do with the fact that your eyelashes were originally blonde. You do realise you look like a pretty boy?"
Draco not knowing exactly what she was implying replied quite confidently: "Hell yeah, I'm am very good looking." With a gentle flick of his hair he struck a pose and began singing: 'Your simply the best' replacing the your with I'm. This only resulted in Hermione laughing at him and by the looks of her blue face, choking on her tears of mirth. When finally he had finished the improved version of Tina Turner's song he noticed that Hermione was trying to drink a glass of water without spilling it everywhere. The girl having filled the glass only half way turned round and poured it all over Draco Malfoy's newly clean hair.
Not only was Draco worried for her sanity but right now he was gazing at the water jug from which she had filled her glass. Giving Hermione a somewhat mischievous smirk he reached into his pocket fully intent on levitating the jug right above her. By the looks of her face it would appear that she was still acting like a drunken teen (with a very odd sense of humour).
"Wingardium Leviosa"
Splash!
"Get over here pretty boy your about to find out what happens when you mess with Hermione Granger!"
Draco who had found a towel a few seconds after successfully showering Hermione with water gave her the most irritating smirk ever and replied:
"Why Hermione I wouldn't have it any other way."