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Bad Romance	By : Astrid-Lemons Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14480 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling or make any money from this story. I do not own the song 'Bad Romance' by Lady Gaga or make money from its use.

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A/N: This is my first fan-fic. I would love it if you guys left me some reviews whether they be positive or negative. I've already started chapter 2 which will bring us back to Hogwarts. Thank you so much in advance!
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Draco sauntered through the door of Malfoy Manor looking unlike his normal pristine self. His perfectly pressed khaki slacks were wrinkled, his expensive brown leather belt was unbuckled leaving his slacks to hang precariously off of his hips. His once crisp white button up Oxford was creased and unbuttoned revealing a tight white tank top that clung to his broadening chest. His hair was in disarray but he still wore his trademark Malfoy smirk. He ran a hand through his unruly hair and walked into the kitchen in hopes of finding some coffee to help relieve the pounding headache bestowed upon him from a night of fire whiskey, loud music, and women.
"Draco! Where have you been all evening?! I have been worried sick!" Narcissa jumped from her high backed mahogany chair, bumping the kitchen table, and almost upsetting her cup of tea. Her eyes were bloodshot, and tired. She was still sporting her silk bathrobe. Sitting next to her tea was a slimline cigarette holder just freshly used. "It is almost noon! You shouldn't be sporting about with all the turmoil and politics your father has to tend to!"
Draco let out a moan and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "I'm home now, Mum. I'm fine. Can we lower the volume a few decibels?" Narcissa walked over to her son and smoothed his hair out of his face. Her nose wrinkled as the pungent aroma of liquor assaulted her. "Draco, you need to get control of yourself." She gently moved his face to make eye contact. "What would your father say if he saw you like this?" Draco yanked his face from his mother's hands. "He isn't ever home so what does it bloody matter?!" He bristled. Narcissa reached out to touch his shoulder. He swept past her, grabbed his mug of coffee, and stomped off to his room.
With the Dark Lord back things in the Malfoy home had become a whirlwind of pure chaos. His father, Lucius, was now working double time at the ministry while having to answer to the Dark Lord whenever he was called upon. It seemed like the moment Lucius would cross the threshold into the house the dark mark on his forearm would burn and he would be gone just as soon as he had entered.
Draco threw his shirt onto a deep burgundy arm chair as he entered his room. He hissed at the onslaught of bright sunshine pouring into his room. He made haste in walking over to his large plate glass window and violently closed the curtains. Sighing, he flopped down on his bed and tossed an arm over his eyes. A light tapping on his door frame announced his mother's entrance. He let out a groan before opening his mouth in anticipation of a continuance of the conversation had in the kitchen. "The post has arrived. I thought I would bring it up to you." She laid a stack of envelopes on his night stand and a vial of potion to help ease his headache. She ran the back of her hand across his cheek. "It will be okay." She whispered before making her exit.
Draco sat up, put his head in his hands, and started rubbing his temples before sifting through the envelopes his mother had left. Heavy perfumes wafted from a majority of the letters sent by his not-so-secret admirers back at Hogwarts. He tossed them onto the floor. The smells made his head throb with more severity. He uncorked the small vial and choked the potion down. He could go through those letters later when he didn't feel like death. A large envelope with the Hogwarts seal caught his eye. It was much larger than normal. He dumped its contents out on the bed in front of him. A small black velvet box with an official looking letter toppled out. Draco ripped open the letter and smirked. He greedily snatched the box and flipped it open to reveal a silver and green prefect badge. "Wait until Potter gets a load of this."
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Hermoine opened her eyes and jumped. She had been staying at Grimmauld place for 2 weeks and still wasn't used to waking up in the dark, dusty, eerie house. She wiggled out of her sleeping bag, attempting to smooth out her unruly curls. It was a lost cause. She pulled a hair tie from her wrist and put her hair up into a messy ponytail. Ginny stirred from beside her sleeping bag on the floor. "What are you doing up so early?" Ginny moaned rubbing her eyes. "Harry is supposed to arrive today. I know he is going to be furious when he gets here. He sent that last letter 2 days ago." Hermoine nodded at the letter sitting on the dingy dresser across from them. "We never even sent Hedwig back to him!"
"You need to relax." Ginny yawned. She stood up stretching her arms over her head. "We'll fill him in when he gets here. Stressing about this is just going to make matters worse." Hermoine nodded. She knew she was over reacting but it felt so wrong to keep so much from one of her best friends whose life was was in the balance of it all. "It's bad enough having to deal with that greasy git downstairs." Ginny added screwing up her face. Hermoine laughed and started going through her trunk. "Harry is going to have a coronary when he sees Snape." She said over her shoulder while she pulled out a pair of jeans. Ginny shuddered as she began changing.
"Ron totally has a thing for you." Ginny changed the subject. Hermoine lost her footing as she was attempting to pull on her jeans and fell into the wall. "Where the hell did that come from?" Ginny giggled. "You haven't seen him mooning over you? Not to mention, him doing absolutely everything you say and more? I have to threaten his life just to get him to put the toilet seat down!" Hermoine pulled a tank top over her head and laughed. "I think you need to be committed, Ginny. I've seen him ogle other girls. I'm not exactly 'hot' as Ron would put it." Ginny stomped over to her and drug her towards the full length mirror in the corner of the room.
"Take a look at yourself. If you can honestly say you aren't attractive or 'hot' I will not hesitate to slap you silly." Hermoine did as she was told. Her face was soft with large brown eyes and deep pink pouty lips. Her body had filled out in a way that made her slightly uncomfortable. Her waist had remained slim while her chest and hips seemed to widen. "I would also like to bring notice to that spectacular bum you are sporting!" Ginny grabbed Hermoine's shoulders and forced her to turn side-ways. She let out a wolf whistle. "Better be careful. Soon you'll have guys like Malfoy chasing you down!" She let out a howl of laughter as Hermoine stuck her finger in her mouth and made a retching noise.
"Harry's back!" Ron swung the door open and noticed Hermoine standing sideways in front of the mirror. His jaw dropped. "Don't you know how to bloody knock?!" Ginny yelled throwing a shoe at him. Ron ducked just in time then made a run for it. Ginny followed after him yelling obscenities. Hermoine took one last look in the mirror and shuddered. The thought of Malfoy being within 10 feet of her was nauseating, let alone him being in any intimate situation with her.
"What the fuck is Snape doing here?!" Harry was on his way upstairs and he wasn't amused.
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