Chapter 4 - Last Piece Of The Puzzle
After the bell at the end of charms, Hermione ran to the entrance to her common room to wait for Ginny.
"Hey Hermione!" Ginny called.
Hermione turned around and saw Ginny running towards her. "Hey Gin, did you get them?" she asked.
"Sure did." Ginny replied taking a small plastic case out of her pocket. "But why do you need Harry's contacts?"
Hermione whispered the password and stepped into her common room. "Come in and I'll tell you." she said, motioning for Ginny to follow her.
Hermione took a seat on the couch while Ginny sat on the chair next to her. "Promise not to tell?" she asked, looking at Ginny.
"I promise." Ginny replied.
Hermione got up, walked over to Ginny, and whispered her plan in her ear.
Ginny looked at her friend. "Hermione," she said with a shocked look on her face, "That's one of the best plans of revenge that I've ever heard!"
"So you'll help me?"
"Of course." Ginny said, getting up and giving Hermione a hug. "Harry needs to be taught a lesson for doing something like that!"
"Thanks Ginny. I really appreciate it." Hermione replied, hugging her friend back.
Hermione then took Harry's contacts and cast the same spell she cast on his glasses. She handed them back to Ginny and and said "You know what to do right?"
"Yeah, at eleven o'clock tomorrow night, make sure he's wearing either his glasses or contacts, and that he's sitting down."
"Right." Hermione said as she walked Ginny to the door. "And be sure that he doesn't find out that it was me who cast the spell."
"I'll do that. Bye Hermione."
"Bye Gin."
Hermione watched Ginny walk down the hall and was about to close the door when Draco walked in. "What was the Weaselette doing here?" he asked, flopping down on the couch.
"Excuse me." Hermione said, standing in front of him, "Her name is Ginny, and it was with her help that I was able to put the mirror curse on Potter's contacts without it looking like we had anything to do with it."
"I'm terribly sorry." Draco said sarcastically, throwing his hands up in defence. "So, when's this whole thing gonna happen anyway?"
"Eleven o'clock tomorrow night is the big show."
"So are you sure that Potter's gonna be wearing his glasses?" Draco asked, giving Hermione a puzzled look.
"Yeah, Ginny told me that a bunch of the Gryffindors are staying up to play 'Truth or Dare' or something like that."
"Perfect time for Potter to freak out and start claiming that he's seeing things." Draco laughed, "But what if someone else puts on his glasses?"
"Not to worry." Hermione said as she sat down. "If someone else puts on his glasses, they wont see a thing. The spell only works if the owner of the item is using it."
"Good." Draco replied getting up. "But if you'll excuse me, I have Quidditch practice."
"Wait a second and I'll join you." Hermione said, taking out her wand.
"Uh, Hermione, do you have a decent broom? Cause most of the team have Firebolt 2's and we want to keep up our image." Draco said, giving Hermione a puzzled look.
"Just wait and see Draconis." Hermione said with a wink.
"Accio broom." Hermione shouted as she raised her wand.
They waited for a few seconds and Hermione's broom came soaring into the room and came to a stop infront of it's owner. Hermione grabbed her broom and put it on her shoulder.
"Is that an Icestorm Twothousand?" Draco asked, mouth open in disbelief.
"It sure is." Hermione said proudly, "And for what I paid for it, it better be the best broom out there."
"But the Icestorm Twothousand isn't due to be on the market until next year." Draco said as he and Hermione left the common room and made their way to the Quidditch pitch, "So how did you get it?"
"I had a job at the Quidditch supplies store in Diagon Alley, and my boss gets the first of every new broom model. So one day I asked him what he would be charging for the Icestorm Twothousand, which was close to 1800 galleons, so, I spent the summer working and paying for my broom."
"What the fuck is the mudblood doing here?"
Draco and Hermione looked up and saw Pansy Parkinson and the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team standing in front of them.
"Watch your mouth Parkinson!" Hermione shouted, " Because in case you have forgotten, I'm Head Girl and if you don't want a months detention on clean up duty with Hagrid, you'll keep your comments to yourself."
"You wouldn't dare." Pansy snapped.
"Oh, you bet I would." Hermione said, crossing her arms, "And if you insult me again, it'll be two months detention."
Pansy mumbled something under her breath and walked away.
"Ok, now that that's taken care of," Draco said, after Pansy left, "I would like to introduce our new chaser and co-captain, Hermione...."
"Why is the mudblood even on the team?" a voice asked.
"What's your name?" Hermione asked the fifth year.
"Magdelaina McGreggor."
"Well, Miss McGreggor," Hermione said as she approached the now terrified fifth year, "You just got yourself a nights detention of scrubbing the showers in both change rooms."
Hermione turned to face the rest of the team. "Anyone else wanna call me a mudblood?" she asked, shooting an icy glare at everyone.
Everyone shook their heads, and Hermione stood next to Draco. "You were saying?" she asked.
Draco looked at Hermione and said "As I was saying, I would like to introduce you to our new chaser and co-captain, Hermione Valdoy."
"Valdoy? I thought your last name was Granger." Magdelaina asked timidly.
"I was adopted by the Grangers, but my biological parents are Mark and Jenna Valdoy, owners of two professional Quidditch teams." Hermione said, somewhat bitterly.
"Enough with the questions." Draco said, coming to Hermione's rescue. "We've got a game against Gryffindor in a few weeks and we need to practice, so Crabbe, Goyle get the ball crate and the rest of you follow me."
The team followed Draco and Hermione onto the pitch. Once there, Hermione took a quill and piece of parchment out of her pocket. "Before we begin," she said getting everyone's attention, "I would like to make a list with everyone's name, position, and type of broom they use, alright?"
Everyone nodded.
"Ok," Hermione said, kneeling down infront of the ball crate, "Line up and I'll take you name."
Hermione looked up and said, "Name?"
"Vincent Crabbe. Beatter. Firebolt 2."
"Thanks. Next."
"Greggory Goyle. Beatter. Firebolt 2."
"Thank you. Next."
Magdelaina McGreggor. Keeper. Nimbus 3000."
"Next."
"Lisa Downing. Chaser. Firebolt 2."
"Next."
"Charles Marr. Chaser. Firebolt 2."
"Thank you. Next."
"Draco Malfoy. Seeker. Silver Lightning."
"And, last but not least," Hermione said, making sure everyone could hear her, "Hermione Valdoy. Chaser. Icestorm 2000."
Hermione rolled up the parchment and put it in her pocket. "Let's practice." she said, "Gryffindor has some good players this year and we need all the practice we can get."
Everyone nodded, then mounted their brooms and took off into the sky to practice.
