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Metamorphis : Draco, how do you feel about your life being portrayed as a romantic comedy, especially opposite one certain Miss Granger

Draco: I have no idea what you're talking about. Wait, this wasn't in any of the books! You mean me and Granger? You've gotta be kidding. (looks around) I WANT OUT!

Metamorphis: Now now Mr. Malfoy, no need to get upset, this isn't part of J.K.Rowling's work you see. This is merely a work based on hers and in no way belongs to the author

Draco: (crazed look) LET ME OUT

Metamorphis knocks him out with an expert punch and stuffs him in the closet, with other characters.

(the moral of the story is that Metamorphis does not own Harry Potter ,associated characters, settings or plotlines)

NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME SWEAR WORDS, READ AT OWN RISK!

Hence, this story's rating has been changed to "T", sorry for any inconvienience this may cause.

Keep Guessing

Chapter 6

By Metamorphis

They stared into each other's eyes, engrossed in thoughts about each other.

The space between them sizzled with energy only the two of them could feel, almost everyone else in the room oblivious to it, fuelled by a deep passion.

This passion was the mutual hatred of each other, of course. So imagine poor Draco's distress when he realised that antagonizing the Mudblood (sorry, Gryffindor) would do little to improve his chances of winning the bet against Blaise. However, if he suddenly turns over a new leaf – highly unlikely, since that Gryffindor wench is possibly the most infuriating female in the entire of the student population. Which says something, since Pansy did dump him, a most heinous crime in his opinion, by the way, for some equally shallow (as Pansy), Wizard Net (zero) personality. And he wasn't even good looking!

Draco comforted himself with the fact that this 'Dylan' is an empty headed twit and that even Granger was more interesting than him. Anyway, Draco mentally slaps himself, back to his line of original thought; if he does suddenly turn over a leaf, the know-it-all would immediately suspect some cunning act or another from his behalf, which means she would be on guard and he would have no hopes of sweeping her off her feet in order to gain her trust and then to stuff her into a revealing looking ball gown and put make up on her and take her to the ball and… The entire thought of going though all that made him feel sick in the stomach. Granger probably wouldn't be enticed by the prospect of looking pretty, or at least, remotely decent. She was probably the type who though wearing oversized; bulky robes that made her look like a cross between Crabbe and Goyle the fashionable thing to do. He was so doomed.

Hermione's thoughts were, most ironically, no way near as complicated as Draco's. She knew she hated him more than ever, and that was about as deep as it got, thus, as her thoughts weren't altogether that engrossing, she snapped out of her trance and looked away from Draco's eyes, blinking rapidly. The noise from the rest of the class, which she had unconsciously blocked out during her space-out period, immediately engulfed her in a wall of sound. Malfoy still seemed to be engrossed in his unintelligible thoughts, Hermione smirks inwardly. She experimented on casting the spell on herself a few more times and even though she could never tell whether or not he spell worked (the spell is supposed to show the caster the deep emotions of the victim, and since Hermione is casting it on herself, she already knows her deep emotions, spell or no spell), she believed that she was as close to getting it right as could be, without another human being to cast it on.

Which gave Hermione her great idea of the day: casting the spell on Malfoy! She cackles inwardly at this new turn of course, since Malfoy is so puny brained she seriously doubted whether he could even harbour any deep emotion, apart from anger, and she already knew that much about him. Taking a deep breath to calm her slightly shaking nerves (she's never performed this spell on another human before, after all), she concentrated her mind on penetrating the thoughts of one Draco Malfoy.

Draco brooded over the fact that he would probably never succeed in winning the bet against Blaise, as he was a conniving, sly, evil Slytherin who's life's joy is to make everyone else miserable (never to the point of making the victim consider suicide though, that would be dreadfully un-classy and cliché) or scandalously humiliated (this was done preferably in front of a large number of people). And to think! He pulled probably one of his cruellest bets ever on her best-est, oldest friend Draco! Draco felt deeply cut over this betrayal (as he termed in his head. The fact that he was under no obligation to enter the bet was, of course, excluded from his line of thinking). They were bosom buddies! It was then Draco realised that he was being a drama queen, and promptly scowled.

And then found his face was frozen in that position.

Hemione snorted with laughter (yet again, grimaced Draco inwardly, really, that girl should learn some manners – another bloody thing he has to teach her. Damn it.), she hadn't realised the Effusio Internus charm also had a sense of humour, and gleefully thought to herself that freezing in a permanent scowl was sure to teach him not to pull faces in the future – that is if he still could.

"Bravo! Bravo! Everybody, this is how the Effusio Internus charm should be performed!" Dumbledore gathered the other students in the room and herded them towards Hermione and Draco. The other students peered intrusively at Draco, who seemed to be trying to blush but finding he was unable to rearrange his facial features. He settled for gesturing threateningly at Hermione when Dumbledore's back was turned. Hermione replied by smiling smugly and poking her tongue out at him. Draco's blood flamed with indignation: How could IT tease him? The nerve of IT!

"Counter-charm me now", he managed to croak out (it is frightfully difficult to speak when one's vocal chords were frozen in position, "or else"

Hermione looked innocently around the room, glancing everywhere apart from Draco's face, which was now beetroot purple with rage. Really, she thought, it wasn't her fault that he had no other emotions to show other than anger and annoyance, so it isn't her fault that his face was stuck like that. If the spell was cast on her, on the other hand, she was sure she could summon up a nice expression for her face to reflect and be frozen in forever, she smirked at Malfoy's little misfortune, feeling very smug indeed.

And found she couldn't un-smirk herself.

"You little piece of shi-" Hermione felt as if her vocal cords were being painfully scraped with a set of assorted sized Stanley knives. The urge to cough was phenomenal.

"Not so cocky now Mudblood" Damn the stupid ferret seems as if he got the control of his vocal cords back, even though his face was still displaying the (hopefully) permanent scowl. No wonder he was able to mutter the spell without her hearing it. By now most of the group, including Dumbledore, were staring interestedly at the both of them, as if they were guinea pigs in some mad wizard's experiment. The Headmaster did not seem to mind the insults, so Hermione forged on, even though she could barely croak:

"Watch your mouth, blondie."

"No thanks, but you can watch mine." He then mouthed haha. Hermione realised that she could actually walk, which was rather relieving, and decided a sharp slap to a certain Draco Malfoy's face was in order.

The slap echoed loudly in the room. Most of the students were engrossed in the drama playing before their eyes, and therefore made no movement to stop the prequel to a fight. Dumbledore, however, being the sensible old man that he was, held his hands up in a conciliatory gesture.

The rest of the tuition ended rather badly for both Hermione and Draco when they were told the Effusio Internus charm would be in effect for at least another few hours.

Draco stalked back to the Slytherin dormitories, scowling to everyone who passed him. Not that he could help his facial expression. That Gryffindor (he now refused to acknowledge her by name, whether given or surname) just had to try-out the stupid charm on him. Why would anyone use that charm anyway? So that they opponents will be scared to death when they see their own reflections? Draco nearly did a Granger and snorted. He then reprimanded himself for nearly snorting by repeating to himself that Malfoys never snort.

This manta lasted him until the coldness of the dungeons crept up to him, dragging him down to the common room and through to the boy's dormitories. He sat on his bed and tried to reposition his features to no avail. The door of the dorm opened momentarily letting in the soft shimmer of candlelight that was slightly darkened by a silhouette through the doorway, before closing again leaving Draco, and the newcomer, Blaise alone in the darkened room.

"How was the tuition?" That was typical, Draco thought, Zambini never bothered with any greeting whatsoever. Which made him wonder, did Blaise ever get taught any manners? Is that why he was such an asshole and made everyone else's lives so miserable? (Draco once again ignored the fact that he was also an asshole to nearly everyone else in the school that wasn't a Slytherin). Blaise impatiently waved a hand in front of Draco's face to get his attention.

"And hello to you too." Draco scowled.

"Chill man, no need to get all bitchy over greetings." Blaise wasn't all that good at conciliation either. Draco continued to scowl.

"What are you? The anti-thesis of the sensitive guy? Determined to win everyone over by scowling at them?" Blaise peered intently at Draco's face, as if searching for an answer.

"I know I'm good looking, but stop staring at my face! I don't need you on top of most of Hogwart's female population gawking at me," Draco scowled heavily, he now figured out he had two different expressions: a normal scowl and a heavy scowl. "And do you really think I would really contort my features like this to win people over? I mean, even Pansy's smarter than that, and look who she's going out with! Dylan what's-his-face."

Draco was becoming rather the expert at scowling.

"Woah man, still stung about the split? That was ages ago!" Blaise wasn't too good at cheering people up either. Coming to think of it, he wasn't really good at anything, apart from embarrassing the hell out of people and pranking people so bad that it would cause even the Devil to blush.

"That 'ages ago' was more like 37 hours ago, twit."

"Hey no need to get touchy about it."

"Shut up."

"Fine."

"Fine."

Draco scowled at the wall opposite him, imagining, for some reason, Granger dressed like a normal person FOR ONCE IN HER LIFE. Damn it, why couldn't the bet benefit him, and not the mudblood? Sure if he wins, Blaise will be publicly humiliated in front of the entire school, but still, what was in it for him? Getting yelled at and hexed by Mudblood Granger? And if he looses… Draco didn't even want to think of the consequences.

"How's the bet coming along?"

"How do you think?" Draco was thrilled; he could fit sarcasm into his voice! The charm must be wearing off!

"You mean Granger hexed you?" At least Blaise was relatively insightful, compared with the rest of the idiots at Hogwarts.

"No shit."

"Have fun trying to give her a makeover."

"Will do."

"Sure" Draco hated sarcasm when it didn't come out of his mouth. "I hope you don't mind losing, because that's what's gonna happen." Blaise was being sincere? Is hell freezing over? Draco scowled, wondering why on Earth he was friends with Zambini. Still, he thought with a smirk to himself, it wouldn't be that bad to get lose and get revenge against Pansy would it?

Draco was so engrossed in cackling insanely in his head that he did not realise the charm had worn off.

Hermione, meanwhile, was contentedly dozing on one of the couches in the Gryffindor common room, having already completed her homework for the day. It was in that position that she could hide her smirk from everyone else, since she didn't particularly want everyone to think as if she was replaced by her evil, smirking twin or anything. Which lead her to the well worn thinking path of 'I hate and absolutely detest Draco Malfoy'. That little rat! Lying to her like that telling her he didn't know how to perform the charm and turning right back and perfoming it on her!

The nerve of him.

A/N: Ta Da! The end of yet another chapter! I am so happy! Anyway, I'll stop using the exclamation marks now….

I know that this chapter might seem somewhat confused what with Draco casting a charm he didn't know and all. If you want it to be explained, please feel free to tell me so. Yeah… twiddles thumbs Oh! Thanks to the lovely people who read this fic (currently over 1300 hits only I don't know what is counted as a 'hit'), and who continue to read it. Also thanks to everyone who reviewed since the last chapter: (in no particular order)

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