Authors' Note: Yes, an s-apostrophe dears. It's because this is a group account and this is a collab fic, with three authors working together to write it. Two of us are on the site as fancyacupoftea and psychoticphoenix so if the original characters are the same, then not to worry. We hope you enjoy this story which came about to us in a moment of hilarious brainstorming.
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"What a funny bunch we are." Antoinette Montesquieu commented to her friends. 5 pairs of eyes turned to look at her. "This is what they call House Unity in the flesh." She continued, blushing as her friends continued to stare.
Isabelle Van Doren was the first one to divert her gaze from her best friend. "A Ravenclaw, a Hufflepuff, a handful of Gryffindors and a Slytherin." She drawled out, chuckling. "I see what you mean."
The rest of their company gave their own laughs at the realization. "Who'd 'ave thought we'd hang out with a bunch like this, huh, Fred?" one of the two guys in the group asked the other who looked exactly like him.
"Right you are George." His twin replied with a grin.
Nixxy Nott, the third Gryffindor present, narrowed her eyes at the Weasley twins. "You can't fool me that easily," She addressed them, smirking. "Stop switching your names." What she got as a reply were identical grins.
The last member of the said 'bunch', Vienne Zabini, spoke up. "Really Belle, you sound like Malfoy when you speak like that." She admonished the Ravenclaw with a teasing smile.
Isabelle rolled her eyes and faked a shudder. "Bloody annoying, that one is." Almost as soon as she finished saying that, the Gryffindors guffawed their agreement. It wasn't a secret that Malfoy, or most of the Slytherin house for that matter, got on the nerves of the Gryffindors (and mostly the other Houses too).
"How many times have you gotten in a row with him, Belle?" Antoinette asked, trying hard to suppress her own laughter for the sake of Vienne, who's the cousin of Blaise Zabini, one of the said Slytherin's closest friends.
She didn't get to answer the question since at the exact moment, Draco Malfoy passed by along with Crabbe and Goyle. The twins silently made a wager while the other three girls waited for the inevitable.
"Speaking of the git." Isabelle hissed, which didn't go unnoticed by the blonde. He whipped his head back and eyed the brunette with loath. Fred gave three knuts to George.
"Well if it isn't the blood traitor." Malfoy sneered. Crabbe and Goyle barely had two brain cells to snicker. He took a few steps toward the group. Noticing Vienne for the first time, he eyed her for a moment then drawled, "What are you doing with this lot Zabini?"
Vienne shrugged then stalked off to the other direction. She looked back to Isabelle and the others and gave them a hidden wink.
Malfoy squinted his eyes at the exchange. There's something fishy around here and I'm going to find what it is out. As Vienne turned her back, he spat, "Zabini! I'm not finished with you!"
The Slytherin just smirked at her house's so called 'Prince' and walked away. His eye twitched. The nerve of that girl. He was brought out of his thoughts by the hardly suppressed laughter from the lot. He glared at them.
"You think that's funny do you?" He sneered.
They erupted into waves of continuous laughs. Fuming, Malfoy motioned for Crabbe and Goyle to follow him as they walked away from the bunch of laughing students.
Isabelle's POV
Bored. I am bored. That little encounter with Malfoy and his two plush buddies got the wheels turning in my head though. That's right, the gears in this Ravenclaw's head started to work and the result may not be appeasing to all. It's not that I don't stand the pure-blood, (I am way above being unable to stand people and whatnot) it just sounds really appealing at the moment to put him in a situation hecannot stand. First, I need a person Mister Draco Malfoy would rather kill himself than be with...
'Harry Potter?' No, we'll be needing someone more... interesting. Potter's best friend, the twin's brother Ron, isn't giving me anything ideal. Hm... Parkinson? No, she's not the worst he could be with.
"Y'know, I saw Malfoy and Hermione Granger earlier at the Great Hall. Bantering like the fate of the Wizarding World depended on it." Antionette piped up oh-so-helpfully.
"Really, do they ever stop?" Vienne asked, approaching the group once more and catching Antoinette's statement.
'Hermione Granger, exactly!' I smiled mischievously, the beginnings of a plan forming in my head. I temporarily disconnect myself from the conversation my friends were having and searched through my mind for more ideas.
"Say, are there any hollow trees out here?" I ask after a few moments.
"Huh?" came the unanimous bewildered answer at the sudden change of topic.
I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I was thinking of a prank and... yeah."
"A prank?" The twins echoed, a glint forming in their eyes.
That got the other's attention too. No questions asked. We all thought of pranks once in a while, just for the hell of it. "Go on." Vienne prodded. I started to tell them of my plan. They listened and grinned at the possibilities.
"It's inspired by some muggle chant."
Blank faces. Luckily, Nixxy knew what I was talking about. "That the one that goes 'someone and someone sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G'?"
I nodded, grateful that at least one of them knew what i was talking about. "It just struck me once that it used the preposition 'in' instead of 'on'. I mean, you don't sit in a tree, you sit on it."
I have no idea if muggle grammar was part of the staples of their lives pre-Hogwarts, but they seemed to understand what I was talking about and nodded. "Say, why do you know so many muggle related things anyway? Aren't you pure-blood?" Antoinette suddenly asked. Everyone's heads turned to look at her sudden question. She blushed.
I laughed. "More on that later, maybe. Pure-bloods, yes. And I already have an idea on who our first victims might be."
"Malfoy and Granger, I believe." Nixxy said.
"Yes. The only thing we need now is a venue."
The twins were whispering to each other and grinning so widely they were starting to look like Cheshire cats (don't ask). "We know a place." they said simultaneously. Then they started to explain how they found out about this place, but we were impatient.
"Tell us that afterwards, where is this place?" Vienne asked.
"Well, the Shrieking Shack is a truly wondrous place." Fred answered promptly.
"That's a shack, not a tree." Antoinette pointed out bluntly. We all looked at her again. She blushed for the nth time.
"Antoinette's right." I supply, wondering what in the world the twins were trying to say.
"True." George shrugged. "But do you know where it leads to?" Fred continued, smiling even wider now.
"Leads to?" The rest of us asked.
"The Whomping Willow, missies," They said, once again simultaneously.
We all smiled mischievously as this new information sunk in.
"Well..." I said, standing up.
"Let's get started then." Nixxy said, following suit.
Vienne grinned. "This is going to be... fun."
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