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What A Classic Cliche	By : goldensnitch18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 2450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: What a Classic Cliché
Pairing: Draco Malfoy / Hermione Granger
Original Summary: I’ve decided to take all the ‘classic’ D/Hr FF moments and complie them into a massive horrendous lump of fluffy/smutty/laugh at yourself for reading this fanfiction. Read. Enjoy. Laugh. Cry. Review! I’m acknowledging the sixth book, but not the seventh really.
AND NOW … I wrote this story forever ago for another site. I want to update it and it’s going back to being WIP. I will be fixing small things like grammar and large things like adding in extra chapters and scenes!
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The Sudden Beauty
The bustle of the shop startled Hermione as the door chimed above her, alerting the staff to her arrival. Immediately an uncountable number of heads, nearly all perfectly groomed, turned in her direction. Upon seeing her, they all turned back to their jobs at hand, whether it be cutting, styling, coloring, or sweeping. The only eyes which remained upon her were the two creamy silver orbs staring at her from behind red glasses. The nose beneath these eyes was slightly upturned, the mouth stuck in a perfect 'O'.
It took one glance around the room for Hermione to reconsider her former decision. She had so many better things to be doing right now. She could be reading her Standard Book of Spells, Grade 7 for example. There was no reason to be here. She gripped the cold metal door handle and prepared to shove it back to offer her an exit, when her eyes fell on the mirror across the room. She sighed as her image became clear and she remembered exactly why she was here. It was for Ron, of course. The git had mentioned her 'reliable bush of a head' when he had been talking to her and Harry the night before. She had decided that if she wanted Ron to ever come around and get down to asking her out, she would have to make concessions. She would need to become more, for lack of a better word, girly.
The thought alone nearly made her cringe. "Bloody Hell." She murmured to herself as she crossed the shop, littered with children and disheveled husband's. She marched straight up to the girl who was still staring at her and put on what she hoped was a cheery smile. "Hello!"
"Welcome to Sabrina's Salon and Day Spa. Who are you here to see today?" As she spoke, Hermione took in her appearance in further detail. It seemed that she was nearly mannequin. Resentment began to grow in Hermione's stomach for this girl even though she had no idea who she was. Her hair seemed to fall in all the right ways. Her nails were perfectly manicured down to the very last trimmed cuticle. Her lips were glossed evenly from edge to edge. Her face was clear of any signs of teenage stress. Her body seemed to be that of Aphrodite herself.
"I, actually, was hoping to be able to walk in." Hermione said politely, dragging her attention back to the task at hand, Ron.
The girl sneered and even this appeared to be attractive on her perfect face. "Actually, we don't do walk-ins. But, since this is obviously a..." She trailed off here for effect and flicked her eyes across Hermione's hair once more, "emergency, I'll see what I can do. Go ahead and sign in and I'll try to find you a stylist." She didn't wait for Hermione to respond before she swiftly turned and headed away from the main desk.
Hermione wrote her name on the register and watched the girl drift from desk to desk, talking to each stylist, male and female alike. Each time she spoke, two sets of eyes would wander in her direction, the stylist would shake their head no and the girl moved on.
After the fourth time this happened Hermione was losing her nerve, but she suddenly saw the girl smile and a stylist that hadn't refused her immediately. Instead, he grabbed a calendar and flicked through it. They spoke for a few more minutes and then the girl returned to the desk. "Can you wait for thirty minutes? Jacques said he'll take you but he has an appointment right now. He should be done by eleven."
"Okay. Yes." Hermione said meekly and picked her way between the children playing in the waiting area. She found a plush red chair and picked up a magazine with various hairstyles in it. Most of them were two high maintenance or just plain scary, but there were a few natural styles she liked. She spent most of the half hour thinking about how Ron would react when she returned to the Burrow that night with her new hairstyle. What would she do if he hated it? Or if, worse, he didn't even notice?
"Her-my-knee Granger?" Her head shot towards the desk and her eyes fell on the stylist who had agreed to take her on. He looked at her like a child who had found his lost dog and Hermione considered apparating out of the room full of muggles for a single moment before following him to his chair. "So, Darling, What are we looking for today?" He asked and if she hadn't been so preoccupied with her nerves she would have laughed at the cliché of a man standing before her in leather pants that made his butt look better than any girls' ever had, holding a comb, and speaking with a slur.
"I, actually, I don't really know. I was just hoping … something different." She watched him again and followed him as he set the comb down to grab a cover for her to keep the hair from her clothes.
"Different is imperative, we both agree on that one. Do you have any ideas about length?" He asked adjusting her hair, holding it back and then pulling it up and letting it fall down, giving her the image of a lion covered with a mane of unkempt curls.
"I want it long!" Hermione said quickly as if terrified that he was going to shave her head and hand her a wig.
Jacques nodded behind her and patted her hair back down to its previous state of bushiness. "We can work with that, but what exactly do you do about the frizz normally?"
"Um … Nothing, really. I'm pretty busy, so I don't take much time to …"
"Sweetie, We need to have an important talk then." He cut her off without even bothering to try to listen to her. "I can fix your hair and make it sleek and straight, or give you frizz free bouncing curls, but if you aren't willing to put a little maintenance into it, you will end up with this mane back in less than a month, okay?" He shook his comb at her as he spoke and she was almost scared of him.
"Oh, I can do that. But I go to, um, boarding school, so…" She trailed her sentence off on her own that time and waited for him to get what she was implying.
Jacques smiled at her then and shook his head. "Don't worry babe, when I'm done with you, you're going to be a bloody genius at your own hair. We can more than tide you over until you get back on break."
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The Inevitable
Hermione tried to sneak into the Burrow when she got back that night, but unfortunately Harry saw her just as she was disappearing up the stairs and yelled for her. She considered ignoring him and racing up the stairs, but prolonging the reaction would only make it worse, so she yelled back and stayed in her place on the stairs. "Hey, Harry." She called and bit her bottom lip. 'Just go back to chess.' She whispered to herself and then cursed under her breath as he showed up at the bottom of the staircase and narrowed his eyes at her.
"Hermione?" He asked and she blushed. She could feel the heat spreading through her cheeks. "What in the world?"
"I, uh, got a haircut." She told him, too embarrassed to acknowledge that she had done much more than get a haircut. Harry was only a friend, but he was a boy and she knew that he still could look at her as a girl. What if he hated it? How would she even face Ron?
Harry climbed the few stairs to be even with her and broke into a smile, that made her smile as well, relief flooding her body. It was rare to see Harry smile these days. "You look really good. Wait till Ron sees you. He's going to choke on his own words."
Hermione felt her cheeks heat again and pulled a hand through her curls. They were bouncy and sleek, two words she had never attributed to her hair. Jacques had turned her hair into another creature altogether and she had stared at herself in the mirror for several long minutes before she could speak. "Thanks, Harry." She said simply and he seemed to break out of his shock long enough to realize he hadn't meant to be talking about her hair.
"I stopped you because Ron's been looking for you for three hours. He and Mrs. Weasley haven't stopped pacing since you disappeared. He's in his room, if you want to let him know your back." Hermione blushed again and turned to climb the stairs to Ginny's room. Once there, she deposited her things on her bed and sat next to them for a moment. It took her nearly five minutes to work up enough courage to make herself get up and walk to the door. She took the stairs two at a time after that to get to Ron's door and once there she held her fist in front of it. After a few seconds of composing herself she knocked softly and heard Ron shuffle off of his bed to come open the door.
It swung open quickly, quicker than she had expected and Hermione was thrown off by the combination of this and Ron staring at her wordlessly. "Hey, Harry said you were looking for me."
This seemed to wake Ron up. "Yes, I was looking for you.” And then he was angry. “We're in the middle of a bloody war and you went out to get a haircut?"
"Well, I mean, I went to Muggle London, and it's not like You-Know-Who is looking for me in Muggle London. I had Harry's cloak, too, and I apparated, so..."
"So, You could have been killed, Hermione! What am I… What are we, supposed to do if you go get killed for getting a bloody haircut?" Ron was shouting now, and Hermione was sure his family could probably hear him, no matter where they were all hiding in the house. She pushed her way past him because of this and he shut the door, spinning to stare at her in continuing disbelief. "He killed Dumbledore, Hermione, and all you can think about it getting a new …"
"Ron! Shut up! I know it was stupid, okay. I know, just stop yelling about it, okay?" Hermione pleaded with him, touching his arm to get him to come back to earth.
"Why? Why would you even do that?" He couldn't come up with a single sane reason for why his best friend would have run off for this when she obviously wasn't a fashion conscious girl. Besides the Yule Ball, Ron had never really seen Hermione care about her appearance at all.
She mumbled something inaudible and Ron stared at her, his mouth falling open. "I said," She began, louder this time. "You said my hair was a bush." She stared at the floor and kicked it with the front of her socked foot.
"Since when do you care what I say about your bloody hair, Hermione?" Ron ran a hand through his own hair then, disbelief etched across his face very clearly.
"Since always, you idiot." Hermione replied, shaking her head. Her new curls bobbed around her head and Ron smiled for the first time.
"It looks really… nice." His voice was soft and his cheeks were less red. Hermione hadn't hoped for much and this was better than she could have expected.
"Thanks, Ron." She grinned at him and her hand moved down to grip his hand.
He sighed and squeezed her hand in his. "I was just worried about you, I mean you just vanish and Ginny says you're off to get your hair done."
"I'm sorry I worried you." She said even though she was actually ecstatic that he had worried.
Suddenly, He seemed very uncomfortable and he squeezed her hand again. "It's only, that, well …" Hermione could hardly contain the giant grin fighting to come forth. This was it. This had to be it. The moment that everyone had been waiting for since, well, forever. The moment that she had been dreaming of for a good three years. "It's just that I really, I really care, a lot, I mean, I like you, Hermione, and I don't want anything to happen to you."
He was no Shakespeare, that was sure, but it didn't really matter to her. She didn't love Shakespeare, she loved the boy standing in front of her right now, and she had been waiting for this since she was thirteen years old. "Ron, I really like you, too." She said, tracing circles on the back of his hand with her thumb.
"Yea? I mean, yea." He grinned, the big grin that she herself had been holding back, and hers escaped, too. The next thing she knew they were both laughing, and then standing there, together in an awkward, but happy, silence. "I, I want to kiss you." Ron said suddenly and Hermione felt her stomach disappear and excitement flutter in her heart.
"Okay." She said and then in the most amazing moment of her life, his free hand was on her cheek and his lips were on hers. Hermione's hand found it's way to his back and then moved together as a fire spread from their lips through their body's. Ron backed away, there forehead's still together, and she felt his breath as he spoke.
"We have time before dinner." He told her, and she immediately giggled, one of those stupid giggles she had heard idiot girls give boys, but when it came from her in that moment it didn't seem so idiotic, and Ron didn't seem to think so either. She led the way to his bed and they sat down next to each other, still holding hands. At first they were happy just to be by each other, aware now that they had finally put everything out there, that they were finally a pair, Ron and Hermione.
Then Ron's free hand moved from her shoulder, grazing her waist and then resting at her hip. Hermione scooted closer to him and kissed the corner of his mouth softly once and then responded eagerly to the pressure he applied. The same anxious fire filled them as they explored the first stages of their relationship. After a few moments, Ron bit on her bottom lip softly and she opened her lips as a moan of pleasure escaped her in response to his roaming hand reaching her breast. His tongue started on her lips, requesting permission she would have given ages ago, and then made its way into her mouth, teasing her own tongue. Everything about the moment was perfect.
"Ron," Someone was knocking on the door. "Mum says it's time for dinner." Fred, or maybe George, Hermione was too preoccupied to care.
"Okay, Coming." Ron called back, his voice a little heavier than usual.
"Do you know where Hermione is?" The twin called back and Ron smiled as Hermione fought the urge to laugh.
"No, I'll try to find her." Ron called back and then he swooped back down to kiss her one last time.
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