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Hermione stomped back into the common room biting her lip. She ran up the stairs to the dormitory, ascending two steps at a time. She flopped on her bed, kicking off her shoes. She slid under the covers as she fought with her own emotions. She sat there for what seemed like hours, tussling with herself, until she heard the door click open. 

“Hermione?” 

She peered out from under the covers to see Ginny standing in the doorway, eyebrows raised. 

“What’s up with you?” the redhead asked. “Is something wrong?” 

Hermione frowned, pulling down the covers. “Can I trust you Gin?” 

“Course, Herm,” she replied. “What’s going on?” 

“Well....” 

Hermione told Ginny about Malfoy and Pansy. 

“Yeah... I’m confused,” interrupted Ginny. “So Pansy’s with Draco? How does this have anything to do with you?” She paused for a second. “Uh-oh. I know exactly how this has to do with you.” 

Hermione bit her lip. “You’re probably right then.” She took a deep breath. “I have a teensy-weensy crush on Malfoy. There, I said it.” 

“Wow. I never thought I’d see the day. And yet here we are.” Ginny smiled. “It’s okay. You don’t think he knows, do you?” 

“Well... I don’t know. I sure hope not...” 

“Um, Herm?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Is it okay if I tell Harry? He is my boyfriend after all...” 

“No! Most definitely not! You can’t tell Harry anything, promise?” 

“Okay, fine.” Ginny paused a moment. “So what are you going to do?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, he’s with Pansy and you like him? Hello, you need a plan!” 

“Well I don’t know! How am I supposed to get Malfoy’s attention?” 

“I think I know just the boy... er, boys for the job.” 

... 

“Fred! George! I’ve got a job for you!” 

The redheaded Weasley twins bolted down the stairs. 

“Blimey Ginny, you don’t usually want anything to do with us at Hogwarts. Must be important, hey George?” 

“Perhaps some Skiving Snackboxes are in order? Or an Extendable Ear? Maybe even a Portable Swamp?” 

“No,” frowned Ginny. “No mischief, we just need to make Hermione more... obvious.” 

“Well, a Headless Hat would make her stand out,” mused George. “Generally people without heads make an impression.” 

“Or you could try some Ton-Tongue Toffee,” added Fred. “Makes your tongue turn purple and swell up. Very noticeable.” 

“No, no, no! In a good way!” huffed Ginny, but she couldn’t help but smile. 

“Well then you’re looking at the wrong blokes, Ginny. We specialize in making people look ridiculous, horrendous, weird, or downright goofy. Pretty’s not our area of expertise,” explained Fred. “Sorry.” 

Ginny sighed. “Well, I think you’re going to have to get his attention yourself.” 

“How? I’m not a flirty girly girl like Pansy! And that’s what Malfoy seems to like so... is that what I have to be? I don’t think I can pull this off Ginny! I’ll never catch Malfoy’s attention! Pansy’s the perfect flirty girly girl. How do I compete with that?” Hermione flew into a panic. 

Ginny frowned. “You’re not gonna like this but... you’re going to have to be a flirty girly girl.” 

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