Draco: This is a little hard to say.
Hermione: What is it?
Draco: We've been friends for about a month now, But I've known you since first year... and...
"Please let it be what I hope it is! Please let it be what I hope it is!" She thought.
Draco: Will you go to the ball wi-
Hermione: Yes.
Draco: Hm?
Hermione: Yes I will.
They hugged each other.
Little did they know who was lurking, eavesdropping.
Play the song, folks!
Some Slytherin.
Some female Slytherin.
The same female Slytherin who used to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy,
But doesn't know how to take a friggin hint, so the result of this is her thinking that the relationship in question still exists.
PANSY. FRIGGIN. PARKINSON.
Pansy: Drakeykins! Are you okay? Did it hurt you? That filthy blood traitor?
"Don't call her that, Pansy" he spat.
Pansy ignored Draco's not-so-friendly piece of advice.
Pansy: Get away, filthy mudblood. This is my Drakey. Isn't that right?
She kissed him on the lips. It didn't feel right. It was sparkless. Emotionless.
Pansy ( To Draco ) Now, Drakeykins, aren't you glad that I scared it away? Now we can go to the ball! It's so disgusting! That filthy mudblood creatu-
Draco: No.
Pansy: What is it my Drakey?
Draco: She might be a muggle-born, but she's my muggle-born. Sod off, puglette.
Pansy: Your muggle-born?
Draco: If this doesn't repel you, then maybe this will.
Draco and Hermione:
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Short...I know, but, CONFLICT!
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Yule Ball
FanfictionHermione doesn't have a date for the Yule Ball. That's exactly when a certain blond-haired Slytherin walks into her life.
