Disclaimer: I don't understand the point of this. If I owned Harry Potter, which I don't, I wouldn't write these fan fictions. And if I really owned Harry Potter, which I still don't, I wouldn't tell anyone online. But, hey, if I have to write a disclaimer, better make it interesting.
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A/N - This is a gift fic for Taito-sterone. He won my Digimon contest (he was the only entry), and this is his prize. He requested that I write about an embarrassing revenge that Hermione gives Malfoy. I was given a time (5th year), but I got to choose most of the details. It was really fun to write, so please R&R. Taito-sterone, I'm sorry this took so long. I had the worst case of writer's block. But it's finally done, and not half-bad. I hope you like it.
Revenge is Sweet
By: Hopeful Writer
"Hey, Potter. I see you survived the summer. Too bad."
"Shut up, Malfoy." 15-year-old Harry Potter slumped against the seat of the Hogwarts Express. Every year, Harry went to learn magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And every year, Draco Malfoy was his perpetual rival. Last year, though, Malfoy had pushed it too far. Besides his usual pain-in-the-butt antics, Malfoy had, instead of feeling sorry for the late Cedric Diggory, ignored the moment of silence the school had in the murdered boy's honor.
Harry shuddered as he remembered Cedric's death. It had come from Voldemort, an evil wizard that was bent on killing Harry and taking over the world. He had had his reign of power before Harry was born, killing everyone who opposed his evil ways. But Harry had been the survivor, the boy who lived. When Voldemort tried to kill him, Harry had walked, actually crawled, away with a scar on his forehead and no knowledge of his family or his past. But now Voldemort was at full power again, and Harry didn't provide nearly enough of a threat to keep the wizard at bay. Though he would never admit it to Malfoy, he was also surprised he'd survived the summer, and he had the feeling Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster at Hogwarts, had something to do with it. It was rumored that Dumbledore was the only person Voldemort was afraid of.
Voldemort had devised a trap for Harry in his fourth year. Through one of his loyal followers, he planned it perfectly so Harry would win the third task of the Triwizard Tournament, a competition held at Hogwarts last year. Unfortunately for Harry, the winner's cup was a Portkey, or a magical device that would transport anyone who touched it to a specific place. What Voldemort hadn't counted on, though, was Cedric. Cedric and Harry made it to the cup at the same time and both took it. They were both transported to Voldemort, where he promptly killed Cedric. Harry blamed himself, though everyone else claimed they didn't. Harry knew some people, especially the Hufflepuff's, Cedric's house at Hogwarts, did blame him, and that thought only made him feel worse.
Where are Ron and Hermione? Harry wondered, thinking of his best friends. They're usually here before I am, especially Hermione.
As if on cue, Ron and Hermione barreled through the compartment door, knocking Malfoy to the side as they did so. "Sorry," Ron cried, turning around to glance at the blond boy. Upon realizing who it was, his look of forgiveness turned to a scowl. "Oh, it's just you. Never mind, then." Malfoy gave him a malicious smirk, then left, too quietly for Harry's liking. Something must be up, he thought, but his best friends diverted his attention.
Hermione dropped into the seat next to Harry. "How was your summer, Harry?" she asked, happily stretching out on the seat.
"Like any other summer with the Dursleys. Long and miserable. What about you?"
For some reason, Hermione blushed, but promptly answered, "It was good. Remember how I told you last year that my parents adopted a little boy?" She didn't wait for a response. "Well, he's absolutely darling! We spent most of the summer together. He's seven and he couldn't be sweeter."
"That sounds nice." For a brief moment, Harry wished he had a brother or sister, anything except a cousin named Dudley. "What about you, Ron?"
Ron leaned back on his seat and smiled. "For once, my summer was almost peaceful. Now that Percy left home to marry Penelope, it's just Fred, George, Ginny, and me. Besides the joke shop plans that have Mum furious, the house was nearly quiet. Fred and George got their own rooms now, so the explosions are fewer. One's usually trying to get the other to fall for a prank. So far, Ginny's fallen for the most."
"Well, I'm the youngest," a small voice commented from the door. "And they do the most to me."
"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed, jumping up to hug the younger girl. Ron's little sister had the same flaming red hair as her brother. She was fourteen, a fourth year at Hogwarts. She had been nursing a crush on Harry for five years, ever since she saw him at the train station for the first time. She was always rather withdrawn around him, but she was slowly feeling more comfortable.
"Hi, Hermione. Hi, Harry. Can I stay in here?"
Ron sighed dramatically. He caught Hermione's eye, and she glared at him. "Fine, fine. You can stay. Sit down."
Suddenly Malfoy was back, with his sidekicks, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. "What do you want?" Hermione demanded.
Malfoy had a very devious smile on his paper-thin lips. "I have a question to ask Potter."
Harry was taken aback by this statement. He knew he couldn't trust Malfoy, but what was he supposed to do? Especially with Crabbe and Goyle glaring at him menacingly through beady eyes. "What is it, Malfoy?"
His grin widened. "What's it like to watch a friend die, and know it's all your fault, but you can't help him? I've always wanted to meet Voldemort. I need to congratulate him on killing your parents." With that, he disappeared, and his gooneys followed stupidly.
TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N - The next four chapters are already up. I posted them all at the same time. Please review and read Taito-sterone's fic: Wake up to a New Day. It's a Digimon fic (Yamori) and it was really good. Bye for now!