Title: P4
Last Chapter: Hermione felt a surge of betrayal and crumpled up the letter, ripping it to shreds. She looked coldly at Ginny, her once best friend that left her because of some stupid piece of paper. Speaking of paper, she reached behind her and ripped off the paper stuck to her back. She looked at it in anger, the silver words looking at her, almost with a smirk.
She ripped it up, adding it to the pile of shreds on the table. THEY were the one that everybody was scared of. THEY were the one that made everybody's life miserable. THEY were the one that was making her life horrible and THEY were the one that she was going to get even with.
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Hermione walked over to the pay phone, she had exactly the right amount to make a call to the sweet shop she worked at. Why? She needed ideas to get back at P4. And unbelievable or not, Lavender had good ideas.
Reaching for the phone, she pulled it off the hook and got ready to put in her change when she felt her skin pulled. Quickly placing her change back into her pocket, Hermione used the free hand to get the phone off and it was stuck fast. What? Suddenly the bell rang which caused Hermione to jump slightly. Oh no! I'm late for class! Pulling at the phone she quickly yanked at the cord, in attempt to get it off she wrenched the cable out of the outlet.
Hermione groaned. Wretched phone.
" Seems to be in a bit of trouble, mudblood." She closed her eyes. It's a dream it's not real. Wake up, Hermione.
" Mudblood, I'm talking to you." Hermione whirled around and by some sort of mixed up fate, the cord slapped Pansy across the face, earning her a red line across the face and Hermione a one-way ticket to Hell. Hermione examined Pansy's open-mouthed, wide-eyed surprise and grimaced when her high-pitched scream echoed the corridor.
"MY FACE, MY BEAUTIFUL FACE! HOW DARE YOU, HOW DARE YOU, YOU FILTHY MUGGLE-BORN MUDBLOOD! I'LL KILL YOU AND RID THE WORLD OF YOUR STUPID EXSITENCE!" Wow, I never knew Pansy knew such big words. Hermione couldn't help the snicker that escaped.
"HOW DARE YOU LAUGH AT ME! JUST YOU WAIT! I'LL GET YOU!" With that said, Pansy stomped off down the hall. After Hermione was sure that she was out of sight, she burst into a fit of giggles. That was hilarious, as her laughter rang through out the school; many of the students avoided her even further.
It had taken several minutes but Hermione finally rid herself of that stupid phone. Looking at her watch she noticed that it was indeed almost time for the end of class and time for a break. She shrugged, might as well head on outside.
Almost as she reached the double doors she heard a distant shout behind her. "There she is! It's Granger, let's go get her!"
Not knowing where she was going, Hermione rushed out the door and onto the sidewalk. Where to go, where to go? Her head looked left to right, then right to left. She could hear the pounding feet behind her. No time to decide! Rushing to the left she ran through the trees, dodging the balloons filled with unfertile bubotuber pus. Running behind some bushes she narrowly escaped a flame spell.
She tried to catch her breath but held it in as she heard the feet pass by the bushes. Merlin! I have to get out of here! Shifting her weight she leaned a little sideways from the way that the offenders took and sprinted into the school.
When Hermione reached the stairs she heaved a sigh and sat on the bottom step. "Well, well, well, look at what we have here, a mudblood." A voice sneered behind her. "Enjoying your day?" Hermione didn't bother to look back, already knowing who was talking to her.
"Enjoying the cut on your face." She sneered back.
"How dare-"Pansy was cut off when there was a shout.
"There she is!" A carefully aimed balloon sailed through the air, but Hermione already dodged, and hit Pansy in her stomach.
"M-my dress! It cost ten thousand galleons! It's ruined!" Pansy went hysteric and Hermione made an escape, followed by the mob. What did I do to deserve this?...Oh yeah...
The door opened with a click and shut just as quietly as Hermione made her way back home. Looking to make sure the coast was clear she hurriedly ran to her room, slamming the door, Hermione peeled off her wet smelly jacket and through it into the hamper. Taking some clothes with her, she made her way to the bathroom, eager to take a shower.
" Ah! That's better!" Hermione fell onto her bed, making the springs squeak. She closed her eyes, but they soon cracked open. What a day! She groaned and rolled over, into her fluffy pillow. Closing her eyes, she was almost asleep when...
"Hermione! Are you there? Hermione, come downstairs...DINNER!" Moaning, Hermione flipped back over and got up. Dinner? Sighing she proceeded down the stairs, clearly annoyed...yet hungry.
As Hermione entered the room she could already see that her dad and mom as already digging in. "Oh, hi dear. Come on, come on tell us about your day." Her mom gestured to a seat right in front of her.
With a weak smile, their daughter sat down and picked up her fork. "Uh...today was the same as always." She heard her mother sigh as she ate a piece of fish.
"No catch?" Hermione shook her head. "No catch."
"So...then how were your classes?" Father had asked, changing the subject, her stomach turned. "Uh...same as always." Looking at her plate she took a grain of rice and ate it.
After dinner she slowly climbed up the stairs, dragging her feet as she continued to her room. She fell against the comforter, muffling her groan. Stupid life, stupid school, stupid Malfoy, stupid P4! Her rage was taken out on a poor defenseless pillow that lied on her bed. Time for a little payback.
It had taken her almost the whole night, but it was completed. Perfect! Now just for the master plan! P4 wouldn't know what hit them!
Hermione found them at lunchtime, and calmly walked to their table ignoring the glares from the students and the bubotuber pus filled balloons hidden in their hands. She continued walking toward them.
"Malfoy!" It rang out through the cafeteria and everybody quieted, a deathly silence settling in.
Draco stood up and turned around, only to back up when a force was pushed upon him. " P4, I challenge you. This is war." With that, she turned around and walked away.
Looking between his eyes he found himself staring at a piece of red paper and in his moment of shock his friend, Blaise Zabini, snatched it off his forehead, leaving him staring at nothing but Ganger's back. There was a chuckle behind him.
"Ha, never in our life as P4 have we ever gotten a challenge." It was ripped out of Blaise's hands as Ron snatched it.
"Damn! It sure is ugly. Oh cool! Look!" He shifted the paper up and down watching the light gleam of the golden skull, terribly drawn by the way, on the blood red paper. Harry just rolled his eyes and continued eating his meal, ignoring both of his friend's amazement of the gleaming skull. Draco finally snapped out of it and smirked.
If a challenge is what you want, a challenge is what you would get. Be prepared for the worst, Granger.