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Chapter Four

More from the pink power ranger.

Hermione woke up the next day feeling much better and headed into the common room, where Draco was sat listening to some muggle band on his stereo. A large bruise was visible on his face, and Hermione smirked when she saw it.

"Thanks for the bruise, bitch," snarled Draco, switching off his stereo as Hermione sat down and removed her power ranger helmet.

"Anytime," she said, running her fingers through her straight hair.

"Wedding's set for next week," said Draco.

"But Draco, I'm busy next week, I wanted to go into Hogsmeade to do some shopping."

"But there isn't a Hogsmeade weekend for at least a month!" said Draco, throwing up his arms exasperatedly.

"And your point is?"

"What about lessons? You can't just go wandering from the school!"

"Do I look like I give a shit?"

Draco stared at Hermione's power ranger outfit, and decided not to answer.

Five minutes of silence passed by. A bleep sounded from Draco's robes. He reached inside them and pulled out a mobile phone (Draco was now a big lover of muggle technology).

"What is it?" asked Hermione.

"It's a message from Pansy," said Draco. "I'm supposed to be marrying her next year, by the way. I forgot to mention – "

WHACK!!!

Draco sat up and rubbed his head, thinking it would be a good idea to get it checked after Hermione's punch.

Hermione was on her feet, her power ranger outfit shining madly from her continuous polishing.

"You bastard!" she screamed. "You can't marry Parkinslut! You're marrying me, remember?"

"Of course I remember," snapped Draco. "Get off my case, will you? I've got enough on as it is, what with being betrothed to you and then there's Potter – "

"Harry's my boyfriend, not yours, so leave off him!"

"Get lost, me and Potter have loved each other for ages!"

"Yeah well you can't have him. And you can't have Ron either."

"Why the fuck would I want Weasley?" said Draco, a disgusted look on his face. "That's the most disgusting ship ever. I don't mind being paired with you, or Potter, or occasionally Snape, but Weasley? Blech!"

"And you can leave off Snape," said Hermione, shaking her pink power ranger fist. "He's mine as well. I plan to marry him someday."

"Whatever," said Draco. "Just remember to be at the wedding next week. And I need to talk to you about something after lessons."

Hermione snorted from underneath her power ranger helmet.

"Lessons? What the fuck? You don't think I actually go to lessons do you, Draco? What the hell do you take me for, some kind of bookworm?"

Draco stared at Hermione's fist, thinking that the best way to avoid being killed by a pink power ranger would be to keep it sweet.

"Of course not. Just be here at about five o' clock, okay? I have to go now, it's potions first thing."

"Give Snape a kiss from me," said Hermione.

"Love you," said Draco, leaning forwards and planting a kiss on Hermione's helmet.

"Love you too," said Hermione.

As soon as Draco had gone, Hermione decided to wander down to the kitchens to get some food.

She punched (not tickled) the pear, and the portrait opened up. Hermione entered the kitchen and snorted at the sight of all the house elves scurrying around.

"GET ME SOME FOOD YOU LITTLE SHITS!" she bellowed, causing a moment's silence to spread over the room. Once the moment of silence was over, the house elves were already queuing up with trays of food.

"Miss Granger!" squeaked Dobby. "Dobby is most – "

"Oh shut up, you stupid bat eared freak!" said Hermione, ripping open a packet of biscuits. "I haven't got time to listen to you! Get back to work!"

Dobby bowed low and scurried off. Once Hermione was stuffed, she walked through the kitchens, disturbing the house elves by flicking their ears as they tried to work. When she reached Winky, she pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey, said "here, try this, works much better than butterbeer", then laughed as Winky drank the whole bottle and began to start a fight with every elf that walked by, eventually ending up with her passing out into a giant bowl of stew (possibly dead from the amount of alcohol consumption).

After that, Hermione decided to head back to her dorm, once again feeling much better.

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