A/N: Well, here it is - the third part of the Pigwarts Trilogy. To all of those who haven't done it yet, I strongly suggest that you go and read "The Founding of Pigwarts I: Recipe For Chaos" and "The Founding of Pigwarts II: Cooking Chaos" first.

To all of my devoted fans and readers, nice to see you again. :) Hope you will be happy with this chapter.

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Disclaimer: Now listen well because I'm going to say this once and only once. Everything in this story that you can recognize from the Harry Potter Books belongs to J. K. Rowling, and does not belong to me. Capisce?

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The Founding of Pigwarts III – Chaos Is Served

Chapter 1: Le grand soir

Everything started with a party. But first, they had to get the party started. And now that was when the real chaos began.

Funny how sometimes you figure that everything is almost ready and all you have to take care of are some minor details like a statue and a slogan, but then comes Hermione and tells you that you have done everything wrong. This was not one of those times, however. Hermione didn't tell Ginny that she had done everything wrong, and she didn't mention this to Daphne either. But when the redhead was away on her honeymoon, and the Slytherin girl was kept busy by Dean, Hermione stealthily assumed the rights to make changes, so that when Ginny returned and went to greet her dear Pigwarts, she found things so completely different that she spent the following three days on undoing almost everything her friend had done, and being mighty angry at said friend.

Compromise was needed, but the solution came from a rather unexpected source. Draco Malfoy, acting oddly self-sacrificing, gave Hermione full rights over his library, on the condition that she spent at least all her nights somewhere else. He went even as far as offering to share his own room (and bed) with her, but she had replied with a rather poisonous remark about having her own apartment, her own room, and her own bed. In the end, though, she stayed, unable to argue with Draco's observation that his room was much closer to the library than hers. Of course, the self-sacrificial aspect of this whole situation could be debated over, since Ginny and Hermione had managed to burn down one of the rooms of the manor, that is, the castle during their redecoration fight.

But once the sneaky bookworm got her books, Ginny got her peace, and was so happy about it she would have given Malfoy a kiss, had she not contemplated first just how wrong that might go, and had he not run away from her when she thought to give it a try anyway.

As it came out, the Castle of Pigwarts wasn't as ready as it pretended to be. True, the Houses were done and redone and undone and redone again, but classrooms were still nothing more than rooms, or bedrooms, or living-rooms, or something in between, or something completely different.

That needed a remedy, which came in the shape of a bunch of young witches and wizards, who were to become Professors. One day they were all gathered together, taken to the castle, and told to find themselves a classroom and decorate it the way they'd like.

Everything had gone well, everybody had found a room they liked, duelled with the person who had got there before and claimed it as theirs, won and done a victory dance, or lost and gone away stomping their feet and come across an even better room.

Decorating it was a piece of cherry pie (which also happened to be just the thing Crabbe accidentally turned a bed into), and it wasn't even dinner time yet when everyone was finished, ravenous (for the bed-cherry-pie had looked every bit like a cherry-pie, and tasted every bit like a bed), and very agreeable of the idea to go and loot the kitchens.

The next day Dean the Ex-Cow had climbed above the main portal, and Daphne the Ex-Cow's Girl had got her beloved bathrobe back. Which resulted in her needing a bathroom to make sure her beloved bathrobe hadn't been hurt during the ordeal and still looked as pretty as ever, which in turn resulted the two of them occupying one of the castle's bathrooms for the next two hours. But nobody minded too much for there were still lots of free bathrooms left, and they had remembered to cast a Silencing Spell. And if they had also remembered the Locking Spell, everybody else would have been robbed of the wonderful chance to make fun of Neville's seemingly ever-lasting blush. But after that they got back to work, and added the school's motto under its name. And no one was stupid enough to question what lawn-carts had to do with anything, or what a sneaky lawn-cart would look like. (Sneaky. A sneaky lawn-cart would look sneaky.)

After preparing the classrooms, and looting the kitchens, they did the same with teachers' offices and living-quarters, and then went to attack the kitchens once again, for decorating makes one hungry, and so does running around the castle and fighting for the best rooms.

And so, things progressed.

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The Grand Opening fell on August 12 because everyone had agreed that it would be rather symbolic to open the school exactly one year after the first plans had been made for it.

Now that the big day had arrived, and all the future teachers had arrived and were giving the last-minute finishing touches to the appearance of either the school or themselves, Ginny Potter had arrived as well. But instead of finding herself a mirror or a bathroom (which, of course, had mirrors), she was currently storming through the castle like a rather upset hurricane. And while the dark blue robes complimented her everything, as two gentlemen by the names of Harry Potter and Vincent Crabbe had told her, the frown on her forehead made her look very dangerous indeed.

And all this hazardous beauty had to be blamed on the library. She should have known nothing good could every come out of a library, but after freeing her from Hermione, she had let her attention be lulled to sleep, and now the beast had struck out again.

By being empty. And full of books. But the books didn't scare her, whereas the emptiness did. Because it meant that Hermione wasn't in the library. And at the moment this realization had hit Ginny, she could have sworn she had heard the desperate cries of rubber ducks and polka dots. Because if Hermione wasn't in the library, she could be anywhere doing anything. Like destroying those poor innocent ducks.

Ginny picked up the speed. She had to save those ducks!

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"You really think it's going to work?" Hermione frowned.

"It might, if you lost that scowl and did something with your hair," the mirror advised, receiving a glare and a chuckle for its troubles.

"I'd listen to Lola if I were you, she knows what she's talking about."

"Lola?" she raised a brow. "Should I get jealous? You do spend more time with her than with me."

"That's because you have practically moved into the library," Draco retorted with a frown of his own.

"Someone had to take care of it, and no one else volunteered. Most of those books can be rather corrupting to young minds."

"Ah," he smirked. "You must mean my mother's romantic novels."

"Those too," Hermione turned back to Lola.

"That's a nice blush," the mirror commented. "Gives some colour to your cheeks. You should use it more often."

"Shut up," she muttered, while Draco let out another chuckle.

"I would have thought that with everything we have done, you'd find those books rather boring."

"Shut up," Hermione snapped again. "And I didn't mean that. Do you really think this school will work?"

"If not, you can always found another one," he shrugged.

"I'm serious, Draco. Seriousness – that's exactly what this school needs. All I can see are intrigues, and silly pranks, and fights, and nothing but childish behaviour."

"So? Every school has those. You can't expect a bunch of children to behave, can you?"

"I was talking about the teachers," Hermione declared sharply. "Children need discipline. But how can they have any if their professors are worse than them?"

"You worry too much," Draco noted casually, and came over to wrap his arms round his lover and kiss her deeply. "Everything will go fine on its own, and if not, there are no problems you can't solve."

"You are probably right," Hermione relented, wondering how he always managed to calm her down. Well, not always since some of his past tries had ended with a lot of yelling and banging of doors, but more often than not.

"You are rather optimistic, though," she added after a while, when he had let go of her, and she had started to fix her hair into something that mostly reminded of a crow's nest, but it was better than having it loose.

"What, can't I be in a good mood?"

"Because of the Grand Opening?" she inquired.

"Among other things."

"What other things?"

"Well, for once you're spending the night with me instead of books."

"I spend all my nights with you," she winked, then let out a cry of irritation as another hairpin was defeated by her very uncooperative hair.

"Leave it down," Draco suggested.

"I can't, it'll be everywhere."

"Then braid it."

"I can't go to the party with a plait," she snapped, becoming frustrated again. "It's not elegant enough."

"Don't be silly, of course it is. Here, give me the brush."

She glared at him, but he didn't back off, until she finally huffed and handed him the brush.

"And close your eyes."

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"You're not on the list," Vinny frowned, sending away yet another wannabe gatecrasher. The party hadn't even started yet, but so many people had already tried to get into the castle, and found all the entrances blocked by either spells or Crabbe.

"Hello."

"Hiya!"

Vinny raised his glance, and looked at the two people standing in front of him.

"Hey, I'm Fred," one of them said.

"And I'm George," the other added.

"And we are the Official Punch-Spikers!" the first announced proudly.

"You are Ginevra's brothers, aren't you?" Vinny inquired, taking in their flaming red hair.

"That's right, we are."

"So you better let us in…"

"… unless you want Ginny mad at you."

"You're early. The party hasn't started yet."

"No worries," one of the twins clapped him friendlily on his shoulder.

"We'll just go and see if anyone needs our help," the other added.

"We are family, after all!"

"Ginny will be happy to see us!"

"Well, you are her brothers," Crabbe admitted.

"Thanks!"

"Cheers!"

Vinny, who had not been warned of the Weasley twins, gave a shrug and forgot all about it.

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"You can open them now."

Hermione opened her eyes and gasped. A heavy plait was hanging down her left side, long enough to almost reach her waist, the dark curls interweaved with ribbons of gold and silver, decorated with tiny gleaming pearls. She turned her head to get a better look, and admired the way it glittered and sparkled in the soft light of the candles.

"Don't you try to tell me you are not beautiful," a voice full of passion whispered into her ear.

She didn't argue with him, knowing it would only get her in trouble, and they didn't have that much time before the party started. So she simply smiled and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her robes were blue, just like Ginny's, only a few shades lighter. She had picked it to wear the colour of her House, not Gryffindor, but Granger. He had followed her lead, looking now more delectable than ever in the green and silver.

Hermione quickly removed her eyes from him, a familiar blush creeping up her cheeks, knowing that they didn't have the time. Trying to get her mind off it, she appraised her appearance again, feeling rather vain but not minding too much at the moment. It was an important party, after all, and she had to look good.

"I don't think I need any more jewels," she commented, more to herself.

"Less is more," Lola agreed.

"Perhaps you'd consider wearing one more," he spoke, his voice full of meaning which she unfortunately let past her, fallen into other thoughts.

"No, I think I'm good."

Draco, realizing that that approach brought him no success, tried another, a more straightforward one.

"Hermione, these last months you have shared my house, my room, my bed. Would you like to share my life as well?"

"It's not your house anymore," she replied absently, starting to worry over the details of the party once again. What had Ginny and Daphne planned for it? Perhaps she should have exited the library and overviewed all their ideas?

"And with the start of school, we will be all sharing each others' lives," she added, thinking how great an idea it was to be living with Ginny and Daphne, who were intent on oversneaking them, and a bunch of other Slytherins, who were probably up to no good, as well.

"That's not quite what I meant," Draco remarked, wondering whether she was playing ignorant or really had no idea what he was hinting to. She was too smart for her own good, but she did seem distracted and nervous.

"Oh? What did you mean then?" she questioned, wakening from her ponderings and giving him an inquiring look.

"What I'm trying to tell you here… Hermione…"

"Hermione!" another voice rang from the opposite direction, followed by three loud knocks against the door.

"What do you want, Ginny?" she called in return.

"Are you in there?"

"No, there's nobody here," Hermione drawled with sarcasm, rolling her eyes.

"Oh. Good. Good."

"What did you want, Ginny? And do you have to talk to me through the door?"

The door opened, revealing a panting redhead, the blush on her cheeks clashing with her hair so horribly that it would have made Lola yell, or faint.

"What is it? Something wrong?" Hermione frowned, taking in her appearance.

"No!" Ginny cried too quickly. "Nothing is wrong. Just wanted to make sure you were ready."

"We are. Is it time?"

Ginny glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece, next to a rather angry-looking Draco who was giving her his evil glare, which she managed to miss. It was indeed almost time.

"We should go down."

Hermione nodded, and followed her friend out of the door, Draco's attempts to tell her something completely forgotten.

He, left alone, took a deep calming breath and hurried after the two women, the one he loved more than anything and the one he really hated at the moment.

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The first half an hour of the party went well. The guests arrived, exchanged greetings with their hosts and hostesses, made compliments about the castle and everything they had seen so far, then proceeded to mingle with other people to find out the general opinion of this whole thing and agree to that.

The hosts and hostesses moved around the room, took part in some conversations, simply listened to some others, answered a couple of questions, threw in a few well-chosen remarks, or simply found themselves a corner to stand, gossip about the guests, and wonder what evil was going to happen tonight.

"I say Daffy gets bored and floods this place over again," Marcus suggested.

"Or she hears you calling her that and blows you up," Adrian snickered.

"Or Weasley gets drunk and announces very loudly his endless love for Granger," Theodore offered.

"And then gets beaten up by Draco," Marcus added.

"No way," Millicent shook her head, a very knowledgeable smirk on her lips, "I say Hermione beats him up, mostly for ruining the party."

"You are all wrong," Blaise announced confidently. "What really happens is Potter finding out about Draco and Hermione, and scaring all the guests away with his rather explosive anger."

"He still doesn't know?" Theodore sneered.

"They keep him in the dark. Afraid of his rather explosive anger," Millicent winked.

"That's true," Blaise agreed. "I just hinted this to him the other day, and he said that I was more of a fool than he thought if I believed what the Daily Prophet wrote about them."

"Did you tell him he was more of a fool you thought for not seeing something that was right in front of his nose?"

"Not really. He's just as big of a fool as I think."

"You might be on to something," Millicent mused. "But I don't think these people will be driven away by just one little boy and his rage. They are far too curious for that. I think they all stay to watch the scandal, and all tomorrow's papers write about is the famous little boy and his rage. And the only mention Pigwarts gets is one or two sentences somewhere toward the end of the 9th page."

"Are you willing to bet for it?" Adrian smirked.

"You think I told you this for free?" Millicent smirked right back.

"Now," she turned towards Blaise once they had been left alone. "Are you going to inform Potter about this secret carefully kept from him, or should I?"

"You want to cheat?" he feigned shock.

"And fast because Theo has already found Ron."

Blaise considered this. Not that he had anything at all against cheating, but… Well, actually there weren't really any buts.

"Let's hurry then, Theo can be rather persuasive when he chooses."

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A/N: Okay, this was it. Sorry for the rather cliff-hangerish ending. But REVIEW anyway, and tell me what you think of it. :)