The Hoax (Dramione Story)

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Hermione looked over at Draco with a smug grin as she cracked her knuckles. “Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked as she fixed her scarf and hat.  “I just don’t think you’re ready for this.”

“I was born for this.” Draco told her with a small scoff as he fixed his scarf, pushing it out of his way.

“Oh, let’s not get too cocky now. I’ve been doing this my whole life.” She said as she raised an eyebrow.

“I believe I’m the champion.” He retorted back.

“Okay, fine, I guess we’ll find out right now, then.” She said and smiled as she tugged on Draco’s scarf, pulling him towards the center of the field that was covered in a thick coat of white--snow. “Okay, let’s begin our snow fight.” She told him and smiled. “And remember no magic. Simply hands.”

“Okay, but just so you know I don’t throw like a girl so the snowballs will come at you hard and I have excellent aim—“ Draco suddenly got cut off as he got hit right in the face with a pile of snow and he hated to admit it but it did hurt a bit. The snow slid off his face with his mouth still open, mid-sentence.

“You were saying?” Hermione asked with a smirk. “I’ll have you know, I grew up with two boys my entire life. I know everything I need to know.” She said and smiled as she placed her hands on her hips.

“Oh, I bet Potter and Weasley threw like girls when they played with you.” He shrugged and raised an eyebrow. “They aren’t even worth the competition.”

“I’m not going easy on you.” She said, ignoring his remark.

“I’m glad we’re on the same boat, then.” He said as he threw a snowball at Hermione, hitting her in the face as well.

Hermione screamed and felt the snow slide off her face. “Alright, that’s it! I will absolutely pulverize you!” She yelled angrily as she started to pile up snow into her hands.

“Yeah, go right ahead—if you can.” He said with a complacent grin as he threw another one at her but to his dismay, she dodged it.

And so . . . their snow fight battle began.

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Ginny stopped looking at the books and looked over at Blaise. “So . . . how much does the bitch know?” She asked curiously, leaning against the bookshelf lightly.”

“According to wart-head, Pansy knows everything about Granger and Draco. She knows that they’ve been together and absolutely inseparable this whole break. She knows that they’re practically dating.” Blaise informed Ginny as he stopped looking at his book. “Pansy knows what’s been happening in Hogwarts. She knows about the fight between Weaslette and Granger, Brown and Draco. She has some devoted spies.”

“Does she know anything at all about us?” Ginny asked, furrowing her eyebrows with worry.