Hey All! So I know that I have been away for a VERY long time, but a recent like of this story brought it to my attention again. I figured that creative writing could be exactly the relaxing task I was searching for! Thanks for all who are still interested! As always I don't own anything but the ridiculous plot; if I did, I would not be writing fanfiction I can tell you that! Let me know what you think! :)
Yes, something was definitely wrong. For the past week all I can think about it Granger; and all she was doing was glaring in my general direction. I mean, would it hurt to throw a comment my way...even a hex? But no, she was giving me the 'silent treatment;' which honestly doesn't bother me, not at all. It was about time that I make her talk to me, so I of course came up with an ingenious plan – irritate Granger to the extreme.
Step one: Stalk her in between classes (menacingly of course).
Step two: Insult her blood, boyfriend, intelligence, anything really.
Step three: Administer various pranks.
Step four: Sit back and relax. Nothing will worry her more than when I just stop bothering her. She will kill herself with curiosity wondering what I am planning next!
Honestly, this was an amazing plan, all that was left was to implement it. I just don't understand how it went so wrong.
Four days earlier:
Step one of the plan was already under way. I have been creeping up on Granger, stalking her between classes – I've seen the nervousness in her face as she looks over her shoulder! As you could tell, my plan was well on its way to working. Whenever she would stop near me I would make sure to throw an insult or two her way – nothing as bad as the last comment though, I don't need to end up in a dress again. Then for the pranks, I turned her hair pink for the day (she knew the spell to change it back almost instantly), I made her teeth revert to their bucktooth stage (which she had fixed right away), and I made it so that whenever she entered a room a bucket of water would be dumped on her head (she soon just used a spell to stop the water from hitting her). Just because the pranks didn't work according to plan didn't mean they didn't have some effect. After all of my pranks were finished I just completely stopped; this took its toll on Granger. She kept looking over her shoulder, expecting to find me there, but of course I wasn't.
What I didn't notice, was the looks Granger was sending my way. I really wish I knew what was going to be in store for me – I may have tried a different way to bother her, maybe I would have done something else. When I woke up the day after my pranks were implemented I went about my daily routine. It wasn't until I went down for breakfast that I found something was amiss.
Walking into the Great Hall with my usual smirk I head towards the Slytherin table. I didn't notice the chuckles at first, but I couldn't help but to hear the annoying sounds that Crabb and Goyle were making. Blaise looks up and suddenly spits out whatever he was chewing and stares open-mouthed at me. That is when I realize something was wrong. As I take my seat at the table suddenly water splashes the top of my head, drenching my entire body. As I splutter through the water I hear Blaise say, "Honestly, that isn't even the worst of it." I turn to him and he holds out a mirror to me. My hair was bright red, as I looked into the mirror my teeth grew twice their normal size. I stood up and looked over at the Gryffindor table, and saw Granger smirking a very Slytherin smirk; she then turned back around and continued eating. Grabbing my wand I changed myself back to normal and tried to think of ways to get back at Granger. After eating I stood up and started to walk away, not realizing the words, "I love Hermione Granger" were painted on my back. This was unacceptable, to even suggest I could ever like a mudblood was ridiculous.
Granger has thrown down her gauntlet, it's only fair that I should pick it up. She should know better than to mess with a Slytherin.
