The Hoax (Dramione Story)

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“Whoa, hey, Zabini, where were you?” Ginny asked leaning her whole body against the side of the door with her arms crossed across her chest. She had been waiting for him to come arrive to their dorm since she got back.

“Me?” Blaise asked, completely caught off guard to see her there. “Well, I was here and there . . . everywhere.”

“Like where?”

“Well, where were you?” He questioned as he crossed his arms across his chest, staring at her, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t try to turn this to me.” Ginny told him quickly with a slight glare.

“Ladies first.”

“I was with Harry, obviously.” She said as she rolled her eyes annoyingly. “Now, where were you?”

“Why do you want to know so much?” He asked as he walked over to the couch, sitting down.

“Well, I’m just curious.” She said as she walked over to him, sitting on the edge of the arm chair beside him.

“Why? Do you secretly like me?” He asked with a smirk. “Is that why you want to know where I am so badly?”

“Ha-ha, you’re funny.” She faked a laugh and smacked him in the arm. “Tell me.”

“No, maybe some other time.” He said as he let out a big yawn, stretching. “I’m really tired . . .”

“Fine, I’ll leave it alone for now.” She said sternly as she got up from her seat, still glaring at him. “I expect an answer next time, Zabini so you best be ready to spill.” She said and walked off. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Zabini called out and once he heard her door slam, he let out a deep breath that he didn’t know he was holding. “That was close . . .” He said and let out a sigh, shaking his head as he placed his hand over his chest. “I need to be more careful next time . . .”

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Hermione got into bed and shut her light off. She sighed and sank into her bed, relaxing almost immediately. She pulled the covers over herself and nodded. “It’s been a long day . . .” She told herself and groaned. “What was I thinking agreeing to that absurd bet and the . . . outcome of it?” She scolded herself as she squirmed in her bed, frustrated with herself. “There’s no point in winning or losing . . . in the end, we’re going to kiss.” She told herself with a sigh. “But, he thinks I can’t be fun . . . I might as well prove him wrong. There’s nothing to lose . . . except my pride, dignity, and my brain in the process of proving him wrong.” Hermione shook her head and let out a deep breath. “Tomorrow’s a new day . . . tomorrow is the first day of the bet.” She said and slowly calmed down. “I just need to put up with him for three weeks . . . just three. Twenty one days with Malfoy . . . well, no it’s twenty days. Twenty days to make Malfoy fall in love with me . . . twenty days until Ron realizes his mistake . . . twenty more days with him.” She corrected herself and slowly drifted off the sleep thinking about the bet.