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Hermione, or who others would today call 'Draco', made it to class on time and sat in her usual seat. Sighing in contentment she thought to herself can this day get any better?
That was until she saw herself walk through the door of the classroom. Stiffly she left her seat and walked to Proffesor McGonagall's desk with feigned calmness.
"May I use the restroom, proffessor?"
"Be back before class starts this time." Hermione shook her head in confusion at her teachers frosty behaviour and ran to the nearest girls bathroom. Nothing felt off, she still felt like Hermione Granger muggleborn know-it-all extraordinaire. To her extreme relief the door to the restroom was now insight and after she a few more steps she stood in front of it. The Gryfindor princess hesitated momentarily. It felt wrong to go into the girls washroom. She didn't know why it felt wrong, but it did. Suddenly she heard footsteps and glanced behind her to see who they belonged to. To her great displeasure Pansy Parkinson was strutting toward her. The look on her pug-like features however was one of...longing?
Hermione pushed open the door to bathroom and ducked in, hoping Pansy hadn't seen her. Seeing a mirror Hermione hastily scrambled infront of it, and then staggered back at her reflection. Draco Malfoy was starring back at her. Fuming the Gryfindor princes went to leave and collided with Parkinson.
"Drakie! Oh how I've missed you, when was the last time we were together? No matter, you lured me here to re-initiate our whirlwind romance didn't you! Oh I accept, now kiss me you hot piece of wizard!" Hermione was sure her eyes would fall out of her head from how wide her eyes were.
"Um-what?"
"Kiss me! I need you Drakie! I know you feel the same, playing hard to get as you have been, it must be killing you! It's okay though, I want you even more now!" This gave the Gryfindor an idea. Draco clearly wanted to be rid of her, so why not help her?
"Well Pansy my dear, meet me at lunch in the head dorms, ok? I suppose we need to catch up and I've m-missed you too." Hermione could for some reason barely force out the words. All she was doing is setting up Draco with Pansy. She was in no way jealous, right?
"Yes Mr Malfoy? What do you have to say now? First you compliment my dress, my hair, and my shoes. Then you ask if you can sit with me at lunch and share a glass of fire whiskey, you keep staring at me, WHAT can you have to say now?"
"McGonagall I'm in love with you and want to marry you." On the opposite side of the room a very out-of-character Hermione smashed her head onto the desk.
"Mr Malfoy! That is unacceptable! Stay behind after class to discuss your behaviour!"
"Sure thing Minerva! Call me Draco, future Mrs Malfoy!" The real Draco was now repeatedly crashing his head onto the desk in front of him moaning 'kill me now.'