A/N: Yoh Guys~ :DDDDD …yeah XoxO Alisia

Dramione Fanfic: Another Weird Love Story

Chapter 6: God Save the King, For He Has a Stick up his Arse

I spent last night making a full-proof plan.

I bake cookies and gently slip in a little poison and hope he eats them. :D Oh yes! …But then the ministry might send me to Azkaban for murder. I sighed and rubbed the back of my head.

I looked across the room for Malfoy, but luckily didn't see any sign of him.

Herbology began with Professor Sprout reviewing the significance of each plant grown in her greenhouse. I leaned against my chair totally bored out of my mind, until a note flew onto my table. It stated To: Hermione, From: Harry. Harry and Ron were leaning from their seats on the other side of the room to see if I had gotten their note. I nodded back at them and opened it

Dear Hermione,

Have you come up with any ideas to get back at Malfoy?

I looked back at them and shrugged before writing back,

Dear Harry and Ron,

Not a clue, I was going to poison his food, but I think that's illegal even in the Wizarding world.

I paused to look at Sprout before passing it to them. They wrote back instantly,

Well we'd know that git deserved it. Poor Ginny…-H and R

What do you suggest we do? - Hr

I eyed the blonde git, who was sitting silently next to me.

We should ruin his hair, he'll be crying to his mommy about that. Or maybe throw something at his head, if we're lucky he'll go mental! - H and R

Oh no Harry, we ruin his hair…we die. And that would not be something to laugh at. He might not kill us, but those rabid fan girls of his will. - Hr

Hermione shivered at the thought of thousands of pointy heels pouncing on her face. Harry and Ron shrugged and went back to taking down notes.

Lessons progressed slowly, my eyes wondered to Draco Malfoy who was sitting in the desk next to me. His head was on his desk and he was sleeping, facing my direction. He was wearing a white button up which had two unbuttoned buttons, showing off his strong flat chest. His blonde soft looking hair was messed up and some of the strands were in his eyes, giving him a mysterious look. He didn't put on his lip piercing today so he looked more innocent. He looked like an angelic prince. Of course I would never agree to anyone calling him a prince…but when he was sleeping he lived up to that name. 'Sigh if he wasn't such a git…' My eyes trailed over his peach colored, perfect looking lips. And to his pale, satin cheeks. And to his blue/ silver speckled eyes and how they just make me go weak in the---….

….wait

Eyes?

…His eyes aren't supposed to be staring at me…

I suddenly jumped and faced the other way. A voice interrupted the craziness of my brain,

"Miss. Granger…Is there anything you'd like to share with the class?" Sprout asked me.

"Oh yeah Professor Sprout, I was wondering what happens to the plant Aphemyl when it's mixed with witchgrass leaf. I've heard the side effects to be critical to the user's health." I smiled at her, hoping the teacher's pet act would fool her. She widened her grin and laughed,

"Oh yes Hermione, what a good question to ask! 10 points for Gryffindor! Now when the plant is mixed…" 'blah blah blahhh, I already know what happens.'

Suddenly a hand pulled my hand off my desk. I looked over at Malfoy to see he was sleeping again but this time he was holding onto my hand like a precious toy. Wait, why is he holding my hand!?!!! I stared wide-eyed at him. I tried snatching my hand back, but his grip was too strong. I tried stepping on his feet, but it didn't work either. I glared at him, but was slowly undone by his child-like appearance. I sighed and gave in, letting him hold onto my hand.

Sigh… with him sleeping so peacefully while holding my hand, he seemed like a vulnerable little kid. His grip seemed to loosen as I stopped struggling. His hands were gentle and warm, but somewhat callous. His fingers were long and smooth, like pianist fingers. He moved his head closer to my hand, placing his head above my palm and cuddled his cheek into it. I blushed at the affectionate gesture. I gave him a small grin and was about to raise my other hand to stroke his soft looking hair but…

Hmm a strange negative aura seemed to suddenly permeate the air… I looked around me to see at least 20 pair of eyes, glaring holes at my skin. 'Holy crap…' I hesitantly smiled at them.

I shook Malfoy awake and snatched back my hand.

"Mmm…why'd you pull back your hand?" He asked tiredly, his eyes only half open. "WHY!?" I glanced around me. He looked around and his fans changed their expression from the 'KILL HER!' face to the 'WE LOVE DRACO MALFOY' face. Oh all those fans can go light themselves up and 'BURN' 'BURN I SAY!!!'

"I thought you were my mother…now that I actually look at you, I feel saddened at my choice." Draco sighed. I didn't have a chance to retort before he replied, "Your hand is rather soft though. It feels good to hold." With that he fell asleep, again. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks, hell I was redder then those sun burnt blondes in America! Why am I blushing over this idiot!? Well he is perfect…His hair is flawless, his face is sexy, and the whole sloppy, messy bad boy look works great on him! I bet whoever he falls for; she would be the luckiest girl in the world.

An idea suddenly got caught in my head. Oh this is just crazy enough to might work.

"Hey, are you coming Hermione?" Lavender said as the class bell rang, signaling next period.

"Oh…yeah just give me a second." I finished drawing my master plan onto a paper, folded it, and carefully placed it into my pocket. I gazed at Malfoy as he exited the room with one of his comrades. Prepare to have a taste of your own medicine Malfoy. I smirked and walked away with Lavender.

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"Hermione you can't possibly be thinking of going through with this!" Harry said as he trailed behind me.

"Don't you see Harry, this is brilliant! Not only do I get to break his heart for all to see, but I also get to avenge Ginny. And if that doesn't get the git to bugger off that I don't know what will!" I hollered trying to get past people, heading towards the owlery.

"I know that Mione, but you already know that he doesn't open the gifts that he gets anyways! And besides he gets hundreds of gifts every day, you won't even have a chance!" Harry shouted over the many voices.

"Well we won't know until we try, isn't that right?" I suggested over my head.

I had just finished learning how to bake cookies from Ginny, without her knowing my plans. It took a lot of work, but I got a batch that didn't look as horrible as the last 10 (although still very horrible…and coal looking). I remember the last time I cooked was for my father's birthday. A big chocolate cake that looked wonderfully decorated, but I guess I did something wrong because after one bite he spat it out and dashed into the bathroom. He was in there for an awfully long time; I still don't know what I did wrong.

"Jamie, are you confessing to him today too?" A girl said to her friend as they walked up the steps to the owlery. The owlery was filled up with girls from first through sixth year trying to get to one letter box belonging to Draco Malfoy. They carried with them boxes and bags of treats along with a small letter. Some of the boxes were humongous and were carried by little first years. How interesting…

"Yeah, I hope he accepts them." Jamie kissed her letter before throwing both it and a bag of mini chocolate chip cookies wrapped with an expensive looking ribbon into the huge letter box labeled Draco Malfoy.

Harry and I waited and hid under the steps until all the girls disappeared.

"Hurry up Hermione! I'm freezing out here!" Harry yelled after me as I slowly made my way up the steps, cautious of more girls coming up the owlery.

"Who told you to follow me Harry?!!" I whispered furiously back at him. I took out a bag of 'somewhat' burnt chocolate chip cookies and took out some pretty stationary paper (It had flowers on it. Pretty, pink flowers :3). I quickly scribbled down,

I have fallen for you- Hermione Granger

I packed it into its envelope and wrote to and from's, and for extra measure I wrote in bold ink, I love you Draco Malfoy on the front of the envelope with hearts around it. I quickly took out the lip gloss that I supplied for this plan. 'Vanilla and butterscotch' I read and quickly put it on. I gently stamped my lips onto the opening of the envelope and let it fall into the devil's letter box. I skipped to the cafeteria happily dragging along Harry. As I was about to round the corner I accidentally ran into someone's chest. Is my face a magnet for people's chest!?

It was strong and flat, covered in expensive looking satin robes. I looked up to see the owner of the expensive robes, Draco Malfoy, sneering down at me. His high prodded chin and high cheekbones gave off an aristocratic expression of distaste.

I pursued my lips and gave off a "Dreamy" pout, "I'm sorry Dracooo."

He raised an eyebrow, his sneer staying in place. "Get out of my way." He grunted before pushing me to the side and walking off with his cronies. Some of his men, while passing, gave me winks and signaled for me to call them.

Harry, still standing to the side, shook his head in disapproval.

Dinner went by smoothly, without problems.

As I sat in bed at night I started thinking 'Hmm, I wonder if he even looked at my card before throwing it away…probably not, I'm nothing special to him.'