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Chapter 4: SHUT UP!

Hermione made her way quickly and expertly down to the library. She knew where everything was located in the library therefore, no one was surprised that she knew where to find all the baby books. Unhurriedly, the Gryffindor girl walked into an aisle with dusty volumes and pulled off the first book she saw. Taking a seat on the floor, she began to read.

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Draco after finishing his shower walked into the bedroom and began putting his clothes away.

A few minutes later there was a tap at the window and Draco looked over to find his owl Demon sitting on the window sill.

There was only one person who would owl him at this time of day.

Sighing, Draco walked over to the window and opened it, letting Demon fly in. He removed the letter from the owl's foot and stroked the bird's feathers before letting it fly off. Opening the letter, Draco began to read:

I'm bored. Parvati is driving me up the wall. She won't stop complaining and I almost avada'd her. Save me my fellow Slytherin or I will have to kill myself! I'm serious Draco, this bitch doesn't know the meaning of peace and quiet. What the hell is wrong with these Gryffindors?

Blaise

Draco snickered, let him rot after what he did to me, he thought. Throwing the note into the wastebasket, he continued to unpack. As he slowly began removing his articles of clothing he thought about the assignment some more. Could the headmaster have really lost his marbles? After all, this project was no laughing matter. There were good reasons why wizards and witches were are afraid of having kids.

Number one they poop and cry all the time, who wants to deal with that?

Number two, they take up way too much time.

Number three, they have to feed it and that sometimes takes ages.

And number four, they wake you up at all hours of the night! Just thinking about all that made Draco want to consider transferring schools. He didn't want to have kids- even 'fake' kids, especially with Granger. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it when there was a knock on the door. Draco had half the mind not to open it.

It could be Blaise or worse…Parkinson.

Frowning, he grit his teeth, "What am I? A bloody Gryffindor?" Muttering to himself, he strode to the portrait and swung it open. There to his surprise stood Ron. "What do you want Weasel?" He said, his patience already pretty thin.

"Malfoy, how do you live with that bitch? She's driving me crazy and not only that, she's talking about how much you guys shag and let me tell you, I had half the mind to avada her!" Ron said crossly, eyes narrowed.

"Oh go ahead and do it, not like anyone's going to miss her anyway," Draco shrugged cruelly and was about to close the portrait when Ron shouted out.

"I'll do anything you want Malfoy, anything if you just shut her up!" Ron begged.

The wheels in Draco's head suddenly began to turn and he grinned evilly at Ron who stood there, knees trembling.

"You'll do anything if I shut her up, Weaselbee?" Draco asked. Ron nodded his head vigorously, knowing he practically just sold his soul to the devil. Draco shook his head, "Nah, I'll just watch you suffer...it's more entertaining then helping you."

At that precise moment, Blaise walked over to Draco's doorway looking downright murderous.

"What are you doing here, Weasel breath?" He snapped, his eyes however glaring at Draco.

Ron huffed, "Trying to get Parkinson to shut her trap! It's driving me crazy, and Malfoy here said he wasn't going to help me!"

"Why don't you use the silencing charm on her? Works for Draco and me every time," Blaise said offhandedly.

Ron opened his mouth then shut it again thinking, "Now why didn't I think of that?" Jumping off Draco's porch, Ron made a run for his house. The two Slytherins watched as the Gryffindor approached his portrait. Upon opening it, the shrill sound of Pansy's voice assailed their eardrums.

Then they heard Ron holler, "SHUT UP!" And all went silent.

"You know," Draco crossed his arms, "It would have been quite fun to watch him suffer, but you just had to tell him didn't you," Draco glared and turned back to walk inside, Blaise followed close behind.

After shutting the portrait behind him, the dark haired Slytherin began to holler at the top of his lungs, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU LEFT ME TO DEAL WITH THAT WITCH! DRACO, I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY BEST FRIEND!"

"Nice to see you too," Draco said simply as he sat down on the couch.

"AREN'T YOU GOING TO SAY ANYTHING FOR YOURSELF?" Blaise yelled, shocked.

Draco shrugged his shoulders, "Well I could say that I'm sorry but number one that's not true and number two, I would never admit I was sorry anyway."

Blaise just stared dumbfounded at his best friend, "Has Granger come back yet?" He asked changing the subject.

"No, but who cares? I have the whole place to myself now and I'm not looking forward to this evening anyway. It's not like you're going to be the one sleeping next to her," Draco said as he shuddered.

"Well actually…I wouldn't mind sleeping next to her. Granger isn't bad looking you know...even thought she is a know-it-all," he shrugged, "Got any butterbeer?"

"In the kitchen," Draco said faintly, what is the world coming to? KILL ME NOW BEFORE HE SAYS SOMETHING EVEN MORE STUPID!

"She's really not that bad Draco, you're the only one she really hates," Blaise said simply as he poured himself a mug of butterbeer.

THAT'S IT AVADA ME!

"Blaise, are you even listening to yourself?" Draco stammered as he stumbled off the couch and ran into the kitchen to find a dead serious Blaise.

"Draco, have you ever noticed that you're the only Slytherin she hates? Hell, she even stood up for Moon and that girl is almost as bad as Parkinson." Blaise drank his butterbeer down in record speed, then gave Draco a satisfied smirk. This was pay back for what he had done to him this morning. And he knew exactly how to ice this cake off, "You never know mate, after all...they do say opposites attract..."

Draco stared daggers at his best friend, then sucking in all the air his lungs could contain he managed to yell one word at the top of his lungs that sent Blaise running for the door.

"OUT!"

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Hermione looked at the clock hanging on the wall and sighed, time for dinner and time to face Malfoy. She marked her place in her book and took it to Madam Pince to check out. Five minutes later she was running as fast as her legs could carry her to the dining hall. When she arrived she took a seat at the Gryffindor table -as far away from Ginny as possible. Harry and Ron quickly scooted over to her and began speaking in hushed tones.

"Hermione just so you know, you missed Dumbledore's announcement. Starting tomorrow morning the seventh years are going to be eating with their neighbors to produce inter house unity. We're going to be eating with Parkinson, Malfoy and Zabini for five days a week! Just thought you might want to know…"

Hermione's heart dropped, of all the times Merlin could have cursed her, did he have to do it all in one day?

"Why me?" She yelled, banging her head against the Gryffindor table. Everyone in the near vicinity stopped eating and turned to look at the out of character Hermione. She was usually the most optimistic, enthusiastic one from the whole bunch! "I have to sleep near the git, I have to take care of our baby with the git and now I have to eat with the git? Is their anything else you would like to tell me?"

"Miss Granger, I see no reason for you to raise your voice. Everyone could hear you perfectly..." Hermione internally cursed her bad luck, "Now I have to see you and mister Malfoy after dinner about the Christmas ball," McGonagall said as she turned around and walked calmly back to the staff table.

Hermione was abashed.

Harry gulped, "Before you take your rage out on us we thought you might like to know that we get our timetables tomorrow." Hermione's mouth shifted up into a little smile, "But the thing is…we're going to have classes with four other neighborhoods…meaning that you're going to be seeing a whole lot of us," Harry swallowed hard before finishing his sentence, "And Malfoy."

That was the last straw. Hermione stood from the table and briskly walked over to where Ginny was sitting chatting with Lavender and Parvati about facials and what not.

"GINERVA MOLLY WEASLEY, I HEREBY AM NOT TALKING TO YOU UNTIL MERLIN KNOWS WHEN!" Then she almost made it to the big doors of the dining hall but Ron and Harry grabbed her by the arms and pulled her back to the table before her fingers could graze the oak finish.

"Heal Hermione, heal!" Cried Harry as he tried to dodge Hermione's fists.

"Bloody hell, woman! Just hold tight for a second! Just one blasted second!" Ron growled as he tried restraining Hermione by holding her tightly around the waist and jumping left and right to avoid her swinging legs of doom.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER AND RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY, LET ME GO THIS INSTANT, YOU HEAR? OR I WILL TURN YOU BOTH INTO FUZZY WHITE RABBITS AND YOU COULD ALL JOIN FERRET FACE AND BOUNCE OFF THE WALLS!" She screamed.

Ron shot Harry a worried look. He didn't want to look like a fuzzy white rabbit now or ever. Biting his lip, Harry cast a helpless look in Lavender's direction. The golden haired Gryffindor girl rolled her eyes as she stood up, wand raised, and pointed directly at Hermione.

"Stupefy," she yelled.

Hermione stopped moving and Harry and Ron both took much needed breaths of air. Then together they gently sat her down at the table.

"Now listen, Hermione," Harry fixed his glasses that were askew on his face, "Lavender will take it off if you promise to be a good girl and sit and eat your dinner peacefully, understand?"

They couldn't tell whether Hermione was agreeing to their tad bit of wisdom or not. All they could do was hope for the best as Lavender took the charm off Hermione. Holding their breath, they watched wearily as Hermione began to move. The doe eyed trio member fidgeted a little in her seat then picked up her fork and began to eat. All the Gryffindors sighed in relief and continued with their meals.

"I'm sorry for the way I had acted," Hermione said after finishing her meal, "It was wrong of me to behave like that." Ron and Harry smiled at her warmly.

"It's not your fault. I think I would have reacted the same way, maybe a little worse if I were in your shoes," said Harry comfortingly.

"Yeah, what he said," agreed Ron.

Hermione decided that that was enough talk about her so she changed the topic over to Ron.

"So how are you and Pansy getting along, Ronald?" She asked.

Ron grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye, "Let's just say...Parkinson won't be giving me any trouble for a while."

"You shut her up well, mate." Harry shook his head in disbelief, a smile on his face, "I don't think she'll be able to talk for the rest of the day and half of tomorrow. That was some silencing spell you did."

"Yeah" Ron sighed, "She just wouldn't shut up."


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