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Beta’d by the lovely WeasleyWench.
A/N: Whilst watching Emma Watson in Ballet Shoes, Shadowsamurai and me set ourselves the challenge of writing a drabble or double-drabble including Bitch!Hermione and the word ‘rollers’. Oh, and it had to be written in fifteen minutes.
This is dedicated to Quill Lumos in Lieu of a proper hug and cup of hot chocolate with much love.
Of Balls and Rollers
Hermione Jane Granger charged into the seventh-year boys’ dorm room, her hair full of rollers, looking furious.
“Ron’s just told me that you’re not coming to the ball! How could you do this to me, Harry? After everything, you’re just casting me away.”
“Hang on a minute, Hermione; I never actually agreed to go with you tonight. Anyway, you only want to go with me because Ron is going with Pansy, and I won’t be used like that.”
“How dare you? If it wasn’t for me, you’d have been dead years ago!”
“How many times do I have to thank you for that?” Harry asked angrily. “Anyway, if you cared about me, you’d know why I can’t go with you.”
“Go on, then. Do you actually have a reason? Other than being a reclusive fool who doesn’t value his friends, of course.”
On the other side of the room, Neville’s bed hangings parted and Draco Malfoy stepped away from the four-poster. “Actually, you pathetic cow, he does. Tonight is our six month anniversary. Now, I would appreciate it if you would piss off so we can celebrate in private. Oh, and by the way, rollers are so not your thing.”