Why Should I Care. | By : Kyrian Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Did you hear who he’s with now?” Lavender Brown shrieked, storming into the seventh year girls dorms.
Pavarti Pavil pushed her sleek blond hair out of her eye, and nodded sympathetically. “I know sweetie.”
Lavender stormed straight to the young women sitting on the rooms extra bed. The witch in question sat with her head down, her attention rapped up in a rather large tomb in her lap.
When the attention was not immediately drawn to her, Lavender stopped loudly and huffed.
Hermione closed her book slowly and said quite clearly. “Jealousy does not look good on you Lav.”
Lavender let out a squeal and dropped beside the brown haired girl on the bed. “I just don’t understand it!” she sighed. “I’ve made my interest blatantly clear and he still doesn’t notice me.” Looking at Pavarti she asked, “I’m pretty aren’t I?”
Pavarti smiled and replied, “Of course Lavender, you know you are.”
Both girls turned to give meaningful looks to Hermione. “What? Oh, yes you are gorgeous Lavender.”
Lavender nodded in approval with Pavarti while Hermione rolled her eyes.
“You live with the gorgeous man, Hermione, how come you didn’t tell me he was with-” Lavender shuddered, “-Randleson!”
Eyes narrowed at the accusing tone, “I don’t keep track of the sticks with no brains that he brings home.” Hermione snapped.
The disbelieving looks followed her as she stood, shaking her head, and left the room to go down to lunch.
It’s true though. Hermione mused. The wealth of witches that Malfoy brought back to the Heads dorms boggled her mind. She long since stopped asking who they were, they rarely ever came back.
Malfoy, the renowned Slytherin Sex God.
After fifth year, free from his father’s tight hold, most thought that he would change and turn into…well, a blond Harry Potter. The wizard was bright and quick witted, with an affinity for less popular branches of magic. It was no surprise that he received Head Boy this year.
His grades were second best in the year. After, of course, Hermione Grangers. However, despite his courage for turning his back on the now dead Voldemort, he was still the bad boy of Hogwarts. And with six years of playing as a Quiddich seeker and enough money to buy a small country, he was beautifully handsome.
The problem was he knew it. He was the worst play boy to ever grace Hogwarts halls. And Hermione had the misfortune to have to live with the conceited git for their final school year.
The turning to the good side seemed to have absolutely no affect on his favourite hobby, torturing Harry, Ron, and herself. Becoming a second Harry was just out of the question for this blond bad-ass.
Not that we need another Harry! Hermione laughed at the thought. After the defeat of the dark lord Harry had turned into an over protective brother, right along with Ron. Harry was still of course, hounded by girls and other admirers.
The situations Ron and her had to pull him out of were hilarious.
Reaching the great hall, Hermione was pulled from her thoughts as Ginny caught her eye and motioned for her to join the group of Griffyndors for a bite.
“Hey ‘Mione” Ron greeted around a mouthful of muffin.
“Hullo Ronald. Swallow then talk.” Ron smirked and elbowed Harry in the side.
Harry however didn’t notice, for he was too busy nuzzling Ginny’s neck. The two had finally hooked up at the end of sixth year, much to everyone’s relief.
“Urg!” Ron made a disgusted face. “Man, that’s my baby sister!”
Everyone chuckled at the normal scene.
Ron reached over and tucked a piece of her wavy brown hair behind her ear before she bit into her bagel with peanut butter. “You’re going to get your hair dirty.” Ron said shrugging.
Hermione smiled, Ron tried so hard to act normal around her. It was hard with almost the entire student body assuming he was in love with her, when in fact he was pining quite lovely over Lavender Brown. “Thanks, Ron” Hermione said with a small smile.
“Granger!” Malfoy snapped from behind her, causing her to jump.
Ron whipped around to glare at the blond bad boy of Hogwarts.
“Yes Malfoy?” Hermione answered trying to circumvent a fight between the two boys.
Ron hated how Malfoy talked to her, and Malfoy seemed to be terminally pissed off whenever he saw Ron touch her in any way. Whether that be in friendship or not.
Hermione didn’t understand it, but she chalked that up to inexperience with guys. Viktor Krum was the first, last, and only relationship she’d ever had. Which had screeched to a halt when she had refused to stay behind- like a good girl, Victor had said- during the final battle. Instead she had run headstrong into the fray to help Harry and Ron.
Which was a good thing, Hermione thought smiling to herself, since she had helped Harry, Ron, and Draco kill Voldemort for good.
“What are you smiling at him for Hermione!” Ron demanded staring dumbfounded at his best friend from across the table.
Hermione snapped back to reality to see both boys looking at her funny. Ron in confused shock, and Malfoy in confused pleasure.
“She’s smiling at the man with some sense not to yell at her in front of the great hall you dimwhit.” Draco sneered.
“What is it you needed Draco?” Hermione asked, ignoring the current train of conversation.
“Head business.” He said with a pointed sneer at Ron, “Things we have to discuss away from-” he seemed to pause for a second, probably thinking of a word that wouldn’t piss Hermione off. “-Non-Heads”
“She’s eating right now if you haven’t noticed Ferret.” Ron said haughtily.
“No, no it’s fine.” Hermione said, standing up and with a longing look at her bagel said her goodbyes and followed Draco out of the Great Hall.
Draco lead the way up the grand stairway towards there common room. He was silent the whole way. Once they were in the room Draco waved his arm and a plate with a plain bagel and crunchy peanut butter appeared along with a tall glass of pumpkin juice.
“Thank you.” Hermione said happily sitting down to eat the food in her arm chair.
When Draco still remained silent, Hermione gently reminded him that classes started in half an hour. He shrugged.
“So what was the head business you wanted to discuss?”
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