"Malfoy...what are y-" Harry started before he was hit with a tripping jinx. "What the fuck Malfoy!" Harry yelled, pulling out his wand and aiming at the Slytherin.
It wasn't long before both boys were shooting hexes across the semi-crowded corridor. Unfortunately, they both repelled their respective stinging hexes at the same time, only noticing what they did when they heard two high pitched squeals.
"...Shit." Malfoy stared at the two witches who caught the bad end of a very painful stinging hex. "I'm so sorry Pans...it's all Potter's fault though! If he hadn't been such a git this would have never happened." Malfoy cringed at the glare he received back from his fellow Slytherin.
A few feet over from the verbal lashing Malfoy was getting, stood a very distraught Potter. "Oh my god Hermione...you're hurt. I'm so so so so sorry...we have to get you to the Hospital wing" Hermione, sporting a very unGryffindor glare herself but nodded her head anyway.
Madam Pomfry checked the girls over and deemed them well enough, but insisted that stay at the hospital wing for another hour or two, or at least until the swelling goes down.
Harry sat at the edge of Hermione's bed apologizing profusely. "That's enough Harry, I know you're sorry and I'm okay I promise"
"i HEXED one of my best friend Hermione! How is that okay? I mean I know it's not like I meant to hit you or anything, but that doesn't make it okay"
"You meant to hit Malfoy." Hermione said with a thoughtful expression on her face, one all too similar to the one she gets when Snape asks a particularly challenging potions question.
"Well yeah of course...that's...just what we do"
Hermione shrugged, seemingly content with that response. Although Harry didn't fail to miss a smirk that vanished just as fast as it came.
They were interrupted by loud coughing and an annoyingly dramatic sigh "DRAAAACOOOO. I'm cold...and hungry"
"Pansy, it was a bloody stinging hex. You're not ILL."
"Whatever Dray...I don't care. I'm lying in the stupid hospital wing next to GRANGER no less. I demand to be waited on hand and foot" Draco scoffed "Poor baby. Maybe you'll need a blood transplant too...you know...since you're so sick. And then they'll have to take Granger's blood because she's closest." Draco had to pause to breathe as he was laughing to hard. "And then you'll be a mudblood too. AHAHAHHA"
Pansy attempted a scowl but ended up laughing alongside Draco. "Holy shit Draco, don't even-don't even joke!"
Harry stood up from where he sat on Hermione's bed and made his way over to Pansy's side. "If you're done making fun of my friend Malfoy, I'd like to leave."
"And what the hell's stopping you potter?"
Harry scoffed, "As if I'm leaving Hermione here alone...with you two none the less"
"Potter, I hate to inform you, but I'm as entitled to be here as Pansy is. Lucky for you, I have to get going anyway-" Pansy pouted "-just so you know I'm not leaving because you told me to. Pansy, love, I'll see you later this evening." Malfoy strode out of the room and left for the library."
"Stupid Malfoy, stupid hexes,...Slytherins" Harry mumbled under his breath. He turned around, facing Pansy again "Bye Parkinson. I'm sorry about your arm, I really am. It's not like you had anything to do with it, you or Hermione." And Harry left for Gryffindor tower.
A few beds over, Hermione pulled out a book and starting the reading for the Defense Against the Dark Arts Assignment.
"...Granger?" Hermione heard a barely audible whisper come from Pansy's side.
"Um...yes?" Hermione cautiously replied.
"Doesn't it piss you off? The way Draco and Potter are ALWAYS going at it. It's not like this is the first time we've felt the repercussions of a miss thrown spell."
"Of course it does...I hate that they fight. I could care less that they hate each other but they're fighting is endangering other students- not to mention their school work as well. It's like they're both too focus on hurting each other...Harry seldom takes sufficient notes in potions anymore."
"Leave it too you Granger to think about the academic benefit of their cease fire"
"..What- No! I care about Harry's happiness too! Parkinson, are you saying you actually CARE about their well being?"
Pansy smirked "Not Potter's. Draco's? Well that's irrelevant, plus I'm pretty sure fighting Potter makes him ecstatic. But I also know a secret of Dray's that he'll never in a million year admit too. So I figured this would be a perfect opportunity to abuse this knowledge and use it for my benefit."
"I'm not doing anything that would hurt Harry, so you can forget it."
"Shut up Granger, this won't hurt your little savior. In fact, I think he has a secret too...one frighteningly close to Draco's."
Granger narrowed her eyes, trying to read the girl in front of her. "I'm agreeing to anything or even saying I'll consider it, but what exactly is your idea?"
Pansy laughed. "Simple Granger! This." She held out a green leather book with a golden trim outlining the edges of it.
Hermione did have to admit the notebook, though quite simple, was very pretty. She reached out for the book and flipped through the first couple of pages.
"It's just blank parchment...How is a journal going to stop them from fighting?" Pansy rolled her eyes and snatched the book back.
"Its' not just a journal Granger sheesh I though you were supposed to be the smart one out of the "golden trio" Pansy replied with obvious distaste.
"It's obviously-" Pansy continued, "-magic! My uncle gave it to me for my fourteenth birthday and I haven't found a good enough reason to use it yet. Or at least not one worthy of it's power. We're going to have to do some research to find what spell activates it though, my daft uncle died before he had a chance to tell me...idiot. Anyway, there's a spell that activates it but it also needs a drop of blood from two consenting parties. Which in our case will be two...obliviously consenting parties."
Hermione, now thoroughly intrigued about this rare artifact. "That shouldn't be too hard, they both trust us, but you haven't even told me what it does?"
Pansy, clearly please with Hermione's sudden interest, continued, "It's all very mundane Granger. You write in it like you would any other journal. It's parchment."Hermione rolled her eyes but let Pansy explain, "except everything we write actually happens." Pansy smirked at Hermione's bewildered expressions "only to the two people whose blood is in the journal though. It's not like one of could write 'Potter defeats the Dark Lord' and that actually happens. It can only be things that affect Draco and Potter. For example, if I wanted Draco to punch potter in face...he would be forced to punch potter in the face."
Hermione looked affronted "What! That's-that thing has to be illegal... It sounds like the imperious curse, we would be torturing them! And there's no way the ministry would allow an artifact like that be available to anybody who wanted one." Hermione took a moment to breathe, although clearly still distressed.
"For heaven's sake Granger, it's not Dark Magic or anything like that. It's just a fucking journal." Pansy smirked "I must have forget to mention that we wont be able to write anything in the journal that both boys don't want to do. Maybe not consciously, but they do none the less. So if I wrote, 'Draco punches Potter in the Face' and it didn't erase right away, then it means that both Draco and Potter wants Draco to punch potter in the face."
Hermione studied Pansy for a few moments, as to ensure there were no other catches or lies being thrown her way. "That...that may actually work Parkinson. I'm a little sorry I didn't come up with it myself though."
Pansy smiled, clearly happy with the praise she was receiving. "Well then, I take it you approve. Meet me in the Library tomorrow evening and we can discuss our plans. I imagine if you tell Potter to prick himself with a needle and bleed on a journal he'd shrug, bleed, and walk away. Draco on the other hand is going to have a hissy fit about it 'ruining' his flawless skin blah blah blah. Plus he's going to want to know why and he can see straight through my lies. We're going to have to sneaky and more deceptive than I'm sure you've ever been, can you handle it?" Pansy stuck out her hand waiting for Hermione to meet the challenge.
And she did.
