hermione drabble
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jaebilityHermione had had her fair share of crushes, of course. Like any teenager she yearned for romance, and yes, even sex, but she had always remained prudent. Boys had shown little interest in her and she little interest in them in spite of her fleeting daydreams and night fantasies.
There was something about random, rapid gropings in the dark and sloppy, sticky stolen kisses that repelled her. Her man would be debonair, sofisicated, and mature, not anything like the hormonal idiots that roamed the halls of Hogwarts.
Lupin had intriqued her for a while. All the girls seemed smitten with him, a few boys admitted to admiring him as well. It was merely an example of puppy-love, however, and he soon left her mind. He was too common a crush, Herminone sniffed.
Thus she had no date for the upcoming dance; this year she couldn't rely on either Ron or Harry, the two had found partners already, the wankers. Even Neville, Neville!, had gotten a date. Ginny had encouraged her to go stag, and why not? she didn't need a man around to make her feel important, but half the fun in the dances were the mock-marriages. And it *was* fun, strutting about like a peaock. It was all nonsense, Hermione knew that, but still, it was jolly good nonsense.
She tried not to feel rejected but her days were numbered and she found not a single male who would accompany her. She cursed the entire gender, declared to Crookshanks that, goddammit, she was an independent woman, and she could go to a dance by herself, thank you very much. Crookshanks seemed to approve of her decision, or, at least, he had not voiced any doubts about it.
Thus, on the eve of the occasion, she dressed with the rest of her girls friends and giggled and simpered with the best of them, determined to not only have a good time, but to have a fucking fantastic time.
She marched from her room, marched down the long staircase, and marched through the darkened halls. Look out world, Hermione Granger was on the prowl.
There was something about random, rapid gropings in the dark and sloppy, sticky stolen kisses that repelled her. Her man would be debonair, sofisicated, and mature, not anything like the hormonal idiots that roamed the halls of Hogwarts.
Lupin had intriqued her for a while. All the girls seemed smitten with him, a few boys admitted to admiring him as well. It was merely an example of puppy-love, however, and he soon left her mind. He was too common a crush, Herminone sniffed.
Thus she had no date for the upcoming dance; this year she couldn't rely on either Ron or Harry, the two had found partners already, the wankers. Even Neville, Neville!, had gotten a date. Ginny had encouraged her to go stag, and why not? she didn't need a man around to make her feel important, but half the fun in the dances were the mock-marriages. And it *was* fun, strutting about like a peaock. It was all nonsense, Hermione knew that, but still, it was jolly good nonsense.
She tried not to feel rejected but her days were numbered and she found not a single male who would accompany her. She cursed the entire gender, declared to Crookshanks that, goddammit, she was an independent woman, and she could go to a dance by herself, thank you very much. Crookshanks seemed to approve of her decision, or, at least, he had not voiced any doubts about it.
Thus, on the eve of the occasion, she dressed with the rest of her girls friends and giggled and simpered with the best of them, determined to not only have a good time, but to have a fucking fantastic time.
She marched from her room, marched down the long staircase, and marched through the darkened halls. Look out world, Hermione Granger was on the prowl.
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Date: 2005-01-13 06:43 am (UTC)