A/n Okay, my fav. book is Kiss me, creep by Marian Woodruff (besides Harry Potter). So I decided wouldn't it be cool to use the plot of Woodruff with the HP characters. So here is the product.
Disclaimer: I own nothing it all belong to Marian Woodruff and JK Rowling
A/n it is Hermione who is telling the story.
"One – two – three – KICK!"
I jumped up, kicked my legs out in a midair split, and landed neatly in a squatting position with my weight on my toes. A neat trick that I'm sure wouldn't have qualify me for Hooters, (a/n have you seen Big Daddy it's in there) but it was ambitious enough for the head cheerleader of a school where in Muggles never ever heard of.
Lavander, Parvati and Ginny tried it, then collapsed onto a stack of mats with a chorus of groans and mutinous mutterings.
" I like you, Hermione," said Lavander, rubbing at a sore muscle in her thigh, " but my legs hate you. I'm not exactly Jo-Jo Starbuck, you know. You could try taking it a little easier with us once in a while."
"Hermione doesn't know the meaning of taking it easy," Ginny said groaning dramatically and tossing her long silky red hair over one shoulder.
True, taking it easy wasn't exactly my style. According to my grandfather, Hank Granger, I'm the proverbial cyclone on wheels. I don't know about that, but once I could walk, they couldn't stop me. At a very early stage, I learned how to climb out of my crib. At night my mother would raise the sides of the crib as high as they would go, but I would manage to get out. Sometimes I wonder why I can't fly a broom but can be a very good cheerleader. Unfortunately, I don't remember any of that stuff. These days, my energy is channeled into more constructive activities than covering walls with lipstick graffiti.
"Is it my fault you are a bunch of lazy slobs?" I asked, teasing. " Come on let's run through the routine one more time. We only have a few more minutes before the Slytherin tem take over the field, so let's hurry."
Parvati moaned " Listen to her. A walking Geritol commercial. Okay, slave driver, just remember, if I die during this practice it will be your fault."
I giggled " Don't worry. We'll tell everyone you died for the glory of your house."
We all found that particularly hilarious, since none of us could imagine sacrificing ourselves for the good old Gryffindor house. I mean it is a great house and all, but it isn't certainly something to get choked up about.
Lavander her hair out of her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh as she scrambled to her feet. Ginny and Parvati followed the suit, falling behind me.
"First," I said, " you've got to close your eyes and imagine that Harry is diving for the snitch and so is Malfoy, and then…"
" The most gorgeous bloke, Draco Malfoy got it." A male vioce boomed across the field.
My eyes flutter open. Malfoy – I should have known! I figured he was expecting me to do something dumb like turn red or fidget with the zipper of my warm ups. Well, he is so wrong! I stood my ground, giving him a defiant look.
"What do you want?" I snapped at him forgetting it was their turn to use the field.
He pointed to the clock over the scoreboard. " Time's up, girls. The locker room natives are getting restless."
" Mind if we finish of our last routine?" I asked stiffly.
My fellow cheerleaders didn't help; they broke in a fresh chorus of groans. It turned around and gave them my famous Prof. McGonagall glare. That one stopped them.
" Be my guest," said Malfoy with a grand sweep of his arm, " but better make it quick. I take no responsibility that might occur in the event of a stampede."
" Thanks so much." I replied in my most sickening sweet voice.
I must have kicked too high because all of a sudden the floor was sliding out from under me. I landed with a 'thud' in the most ungraceful position.
"Owww," I groaned, more from embarrassment than pain.
A pale hand appeared in front of me, I took it without thinking.
"You okay?" Malfoy asked. His hand was warm and very firm as he hauled me to my feet.
" Thanks." I muttered " I'm alright."
He was still holding my hand, and for a second I could have sworn he was genuinely concerned. Then the mocking grin was back.
" If that was the preview, I can't wait to see the actual."
I yanked my hand away. He'd done it again. He made me feel like a complete fool. How could a guy be so infuriating?
" Fuck off."
An innocent expression was on his face; Malfoy turned to my friends. " See what I get for trying to help a damsel in distress? I'm telling it doesn't pay to be polite this days."
" Then better watch who you picking." Ginny said.
I put on my phoniest, brightest smile and then took a deep breath. " I just hope I can return the favor someday." I said through gritted teeth.
" I'll be waiting," he said "…mudblood."
With that he tossed his backpack over his shoulder as he sauntered off in that casual I'm – in – no – hurry way of his.
From what I had observed, Malfoy seemed to affect all girls.
All girls except me, of course.
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