Rebel.
Another Dramione Drabble for HiH. This one is...a bit OOC, but hey, I had fun with it. Hermione gets her rebel on at a Slytherin Party.
Title: Rebel.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13ish.
Characters/Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Summary: Hermione gets her rebel on with the Slytherins.
Word Count: 1170
Author's Notes: For Challenge #57: Poetic Prompts, Song Lyrics: Rebel Rebel, David Bowie
Granger,
You said you wanted to rebel a little? Here's your chance. Party in the Slytherin Common Room, tomorrow night, 11pm.
-DM
Hermione had been staring at the letter for the past hour. Granted, it's what she got for telling Draco Malfoy, in a drunken stupor no less, that she hated her reputation as the Goody Princess of Gryffindor. He was right, she could change that. This party would be just the thing to do it...if she went...and she hadn't decided yet if she was, and it was already nine o'clock. A knock on her door broke her out of her indecisive haze. Malfoy peeked his head in.
“I'm leaving to help set up for the party...though I see you still haven't gotten ready yet.” He smirked at her. “Just remember, Granger, you'd look good in green.”
He closed the door, leaving her back to her indecision. She had thought being Head Girl with Malfoy as Head Boy would be a horrific experience, but day by day he was proving it could be a rather pleasant one.
She made up her mind. She was going. Diving into her wardrobe, she found a shirt she hadn't worn in a very long time, but she knew it would be perfect. A little transfiguration on some of her jewelry and she would be ready to go.
~
She had charmed her silver pumps quiet, otherwise her clacking heels would have no doubt attracted the attention of Mrs. Norris, and being a Gryffindor going to a Slytherin party, that was the last thing she needed. She made her way down to the dungeons and opened her mouth to say the password...when she realised Draco hadn't told her what it was. Digging up every ounce of Gryffindor bravery she had, she knocked in the door.
She let out a sigh of relief when she saw a familiar face open the door.
“Well well well...Hermione Granger. Draco said you might turn up. The party just started...can I escort a beautiful woman in?”
Taking the proffered arm, Hermione smirked.
“Always the charmer, aren't you Blaise?”
“Hasn't failed me yet...let me get you a drink.”
As they crossed the room, people began to stare. Hermione was quick to notice that more than Slytherins were here, she saw Hannah Abbott and Ernie MacMillan over by one of the couches, and Terry Boot was chatting up Daphne Greengrass. She smiled, noticing no other Gryffindors were here. Perfect. Breakfast would be all the buzz in the morning. Blaise handed her a pink bubbly drink, and at her look of doubt, he urged her to drink it, claiming it was delicious and that she would be. Apparently Draco would have his head if he'd given her anything that would hurt her.
She looked across the crowd for the blonde Head Boy, but she couldn't find him. Downing her drink, she took Blaise's hand and dragged him onto the dancefloor as a song started up. They were the first ones out, as the party had just begun and few wanted to be the first to move to the floor. It would also make a bit of a scene, Hermione Granger and Blaise Zabini grinding on the dance floor in front of everyone.
Exactly what she needed. Other people began to filter onto the floor, forming a tight circle around Blaise and Hermione. The party had truly begun now, drinks were flowing and the music was blaring.
Draco stood at the top of the stairs watching it all happen with a smile. He made his way down into the crowd, people parting so he could get by. He made his way onto the dancefloor, tapping Blaise on the shoulder, who stepped aside with a wink at his best friend. Draco took Blaise's spot, hands on Hermione's hips, and nuzzled against her neck, whispering in her ear.
“I said you would look divine in green. Potter and Weasel wouldn't even recognize you right now, would they?”
All eyes were on them, it was hard not to notice when two long time enemies were in an insanely intimate position, neither flinching away or throwing curses.
The music changed, an old rock song with a steady beat, and Hermione spun around in his arms with a smirk on her face.
“Probably not...but everyone else does it seems.”
He pulled her closer with a smirk of his own.
“Good...we'll have you rid of that reputation by morning.”
Hermione pulled out of his arms, much to his surprise, heading toward the stage where Theo Nott was DJ'ing the music. She climbed up on the stage, Theo giving her a hand and pulling her up, and starting working the crowd. Clapping along with the beat and singing along.
You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Draco stared on in awe as Hermione turned around and proceeded to fall backwards into the crowd. They all carried her for a few minutes before sending her back up to the stage, but they were all going wild. Hermione Granger, crowdsurfing at a Slytherin party. This would go down in the history books.
Draco pushed his way up to the stage, grabbing her hand and pulling her down into the crowd. She smiled, looking more than a little tipsy, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“You were right Draco...this was the perfect place for me to rebel a little.”
He didn't have a response for that...at least not a verbal one. He kissed her. In front of his entire house, and a variety of other Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. No one but the two of them saw it coming, but by morning, everyone would know. One thing was for certain though.
This would not be Hermione's last Slytherin party.
She had guessed right. The next morning, after waking up next to Draco and begrudgingly getting up and going down to breakfast, everyone knew. One look at the Gryffindor table was all it took to confirm that her plan had been successful. Well, and walking in hand in hand with Draco probably helped to confirm everyone's suspicions of the rumours floating around. The gossip mill had begun, and those who hadn't been at the party couldn't believe what they were hearing...well, they did now.
Giving Draco a peck on the cheek, Hermione casually walked over to the Gryffindor table, where everyone was staring at her in awe.
“Well, good morning everyone. What's for breakfast?”
Title: Rebel.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13ish.
Characters/Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Summary: Hermione gets her rebel on with the Slytherins.
Word Count: 1170
Author's Notes: For Challenge #57: Poetic Prompts, Song Lyrics: Rebel Rebel, David Bowie
Granger,
You said you wanted to rebel a little? Here's your chance. Party in the Slytherin Common Room, tomorrow night, 11pm.
-DM
Hermione had been staring at the letter for the past hour. Granted, it's what she got for telling Draco Malfoy, in a drunken stupor no less, that she hated her reputation as the Goody Princess of Gryffindor. He was right, she could change that. This party would be just the thing to do it...if she went...and she hadn't decided yet if she was, and it was already nine o'clock. A knock on her door broke her out of her indecisive haze. Malfoy peeked his head in.
“I'm leaving to help set up for the party...though I see you still haven't gotten ready yet.” He smirked at her. “Just remember, Granger, you'd look good in green.”
He closed the door, leaving her back to her indecision. She had thought being Head Girl with Malfoy as Head Boy would be a horrific experience, but day by day he was proving it could be a rather pleasant one.
She made up her mind. She was going. Diving into her wardrobe, she found a shirt she hadn't worn in a very long time, but she knew it would be perfect. A little transfiguration on some of her jewelry and she would be ready to go.
~
She had charmed her silver pumps quiet, otherwise her clacking heels would have no doubt attracted the attention of Mrs. Norris, and being a Gryffindor going to a Slytherin party, that was the last thing she needed. She made her way down to the dungeons and opened her mouth to say the password...when she realised Draco hadn't told her what it was. Digging up every ounce of Gryffindor bravery she had, she knocked in the door.
She let out a sigh of relief when she saw a familiar face open the door.
“Well well well...Hermione Granger. Draco said you might turn up. The party just started...can I escort a beautiful woman in?”
Taking the proffered arm, Hermione smirked.
“Always the charmer, aren't you Blaise?”
“Hasn't failed me yet...let me get you a drink.”
As they crossed the room, people began to stare. Hermione was quick to notice that more than Slytherins were here, she saw Hannah Abbott and Ernie MacMillan over by one of the couches, and Terry Boot was chatting up Daphne Greengrass. She smiled, noticing no other Gryffindors were here. Perfect. Breakfast would be all the buzz in the morning. Blaise handed her a pink bubbly drink, and at her look of doubt, he urged her to drink it, claiming it was delicious and that she would be. Apparently Draco would have his head if he'd given her anything that would hurt her.
She looked across the crowd for the blonde Head Boy, but she couldn't find him. Downing her drink, she took Blaise's hand and dragged him onto the dancefloor as a song started up. They were the first ones out, as the party had just begun and few wanted to be the first to move to the floor. It would also make a bit of a scene, Hermione Granger and Blaise Zabini grinding on the dance floor in front of everyone.
Exactly what she needed. Other people began to filter onto the floor, forming a tight circle around Blaise and Hermione. The party had truly begun now, drinks were flowing and the music was blaring.
Draco stood at the top of the stairs watching it all happen with a smile. He made his way down into the crowd, people parting so he could get by. He made his way onto the dancefloor, tapping Blaise on the shoulder, who stepped aside with a wink at his best friend. Draco took Blaise's spot, hands on Hermione's hips, and nuzzled against her neck, whispering in her ear.
“I said you would look divine in green. Potter and Weasel wouldn't even recognize you right now, would they?”
All eyes were on them, it was hard not to notice when two long time enemies were in an insanely intimate position, neither flinching away or throwing curses.
The music changed, an old rock song with a steady beat, and Hermione spun around in his arms with a smirk on her face.
“Probably not...but everyone else does it seems.”
He pulled her closer with a smirk of his own.
“Good...we'll have you rid of that reputation by morning.”
Hermione pulled out of his arms, much to his surprise, heading toward the stage where Theo Nott was DJ'ing the music. She climbed up on the stage, Theo giving her a hand and pulling her up, and starting working the crowd. Clapping along with the beat and singing along.
You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Draco stared on in awe as Hermione turned around and proceeded to fall backwards into the crowd. They all carried her for a few minutes before sending her back up to the stage, but they were all going wild. Hermione Granger, crowdsurfing at a Slytherin party. This would go down in the history books.
Draco pushed his way up to the stage, grabbing her hand and pulling her down into the crowd. She smiled, looking more than a little tipsy, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“You were right Draco...this was the perfect place for me to rebel a little.”
He didn't have a response for that...at least not a verbal one. He kissed her. In front of his entire house, and a variety of other Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. No one but the two of them saw it coming, but by morning, everyone would know. One thing was for certain though.
This would not be Hermione's last Slytherin party.
She had guessed right. The next morning, after waking up next to Draco and begrudgingly getting up and going down to breakfast, everyone knew. One look at the Gryffindor table was all it took to confirm that her plan had been successful. Well, and walking in hand in hand with Draco probably helped to confirm everyone's suspicions of the rumours floating around. The gossip mill had begun, and those who hadn't been at the party couldn't believe what they were hearing...well, they did now.
Giving Draco a peck on the cheek, Hermione casually walked over to the Gryffindor table, where everyone was staring at her in awe.
“Well, good morning everyone. What's for breakfast?”