|Good and Evil
Author: ohgdoublehockeystick PM
Dramione fanfiction, Owl posts and Hermiones Pov. Did not copy anyne, charaters belong to J.K RowlingRated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Adventure - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,592 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 07-14-12 - Published: 07-13-12 - id: 8317792
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A/N: This story is set in the trio's sixth year. After the Draco incident. Draco and Hermione are Head Boy and Head Girl. They share a dorm together. Sometimes it will switch to Hermione's Pov.
Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. In case the other 30,000 some fanfiction on this site hasn't clued you in, let's make clear on that, okay? Now, on to the story. – Luna.
You STILL have my arithmancy textbook! Give it back! Stealing doesn't reflect very well on your Gryffindor house, does it? Or your reputation. Like you have one. Anyways, I'm in the Potion's Lab making that blasted Veritiserum. Get your studious little mudblood self here immediately when you get this note!
PS: Do make sure you keep the hidden content, well, hidden. You get what I'm saying?
I didn't steal, I borrowed. Learn the difference, unless you finally proven you really are blonde and stupid. And, I borrowed that book from you last night! I doubt you would be in such a hurry to get it back, if you didn't accidentally leave "something utterly disgusting in the book which I don't want to name" in it. No wonder you never fall asleep in Professor Vector's class.
Gryffindor-Hufflepuff match starts in ten minutes and I'm gonna go root for my house. I'll be studying in my room tonight, come to pick up your textbook then. I'm sure you can survive without "something utterly disgusting in the book which I don't want to name" for another five hours. And if you do get desperate, there is always Parkinson.
Fine. I will stop by tonight. And drop that scowl on your face. Even though I can't see it, I can bloody well feel the temperature drop all the way here from the dungeon. It's not like this dump isn't drafty enough, thank you very much.
What were you up too last night? Who was it? Potty or Weasel? Because that yodeling of yours was REALLY painful to the ears. I wouldn't have stayed in my room, but Pansy got in our head dorm in my room, so I was busy hexing her.
Malfoy you bastard!
I was SINGING, you sodding git! Do you REALLY think I would do such a thing with the headmaster over our shoulders? No wonder you are so desperate for you know what– you obviously don't get laid enough. Your imagination takes such wild and totally disturbing turns, it disgusts me.
Merlin's bathrobes Granger! You were SINGING, What kind of singing is that? But Do tell me Potty was there with you? Or at least one of the Weasels? Dammit if I had to suffer through that, so should they! They are the ones claiming to be your friends!
But you know, maybe you are right. Maybe I don't get laid often enough. Want to help in that aspect? Let's take a detour on our next patrol, what do you say? In the astronomy tower, just you, me and my wand.
How about not? Better yet, how about you, me and MY wand instead? A nice incendio to the crotch should do the trick. The astronomy tower? No... Its ment for watching stars, not for wands. I prefer to plot my star charts from the Quidditch field instead. The amount of snogging going on in that blasted tower is fully disgusting. Leave me to watch the rest of the game in peace!
Incendio? OUCH! You are a cruel, cruel woman. Fine, go watch Potty fall off that broom, if you are so inclined. But I better get my book back tonight, or I'm recording your next musical performance and blasting it in the Great Hall.
Get yourself back here on the 3rd of January. Don't be late. Heads duty.
It'll be nice to see you again, Granger.
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