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Disclaimer: I was born not to own Harry Potter but to write semi-serious fanfics…
Okay, here's a recap:
Harry and Ron sneaked into the Slytherin dorms and found out Draco fancies Hermione. Hermione is under the effect of a love potion. Draco confesses his love for Hermione at breakfast. They are now together. Hermione and Ron used to be together. Draco fell off a broom. What a mess.
AND IT GETS WORSE!
PRANK AND PUNISHMENT
Chapter 6: Plotting and making deals…
Blaise Zabini sat in the hospital wing. The cause of his visit was lying in the bed in front of him, right now oblivious to the world thanks to a dreamless sleep potion. The dark haired Slytherin sighed. Madame Pomfrey had informed him Draco had broken three ribs, but he would be okay once he had gotten himself a little rest. Actually he should be able to leave the hospital wing by tomorrow. Blaise eyed his friend. He was really lucky to land on the quidditch stands instead of the ground 30 meters below.
In the other chair sited on the other side of the bed slept Hermione granger. She hadn't left Draco's side, not even to eat, or even more unbelievable, go to classes. She must really like him, then.
It was quite odd actually. One day she hated him and the other they snogged in front of the entire great hall. Girls and their stupid emotions.
Speaking of girls… he couldn't help but wonder how his prank turned out this morning. Well, obviously Pottie and Gingerella didn't eat the chocolates given to them, but maybe some house elves did. That would be hilarious. Blaise made a mental note to check the kitchens later.
What if one of the stupid gryffindorks ate one? Like, what if Granger would have eaten one and then gone and told some random boy she liked him, and what if that random boy would have been secretly in love with her! And then they got together and… Wait a minute.
Oh no.
That night Blaise Zabini was found in his dorm writing his testament.
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Hermione woke up with a feeling of loss in her head. She tried to remember what she had lost. Oh, right. She couldn't. Her memories of the day. Gone.
She opened her eyes and found herself in the hospital wing. Had something happened to her? No, she was sitting in a chair. So she was visiting someone. But who? Maybe if she took a look… wait! Draco Malfoy!
And then she remembered.
Waking up.
Breakfast.
Chocolate.
Malfoy.
Kissing.
Quidditch.
Fretting over Malfoy in the hospital wing.
But if she had been here all day that meant… she had missed all her classes.
Whoever had done this was a dead man! She was really lucky the potion hadn't had a long effect! The first thing she would do now was to tell professor McGonanagall, or even Dumbledore, and then they would find out what terrible person did this awful thing to her. Yes! And then she could carry on with dedicating her life to school! Brilliant!
Why do you have to be such a buzz kill Hermione?
Where did that come from? A little voice in her head? I reminded her awful lot of Harry and Ron… Although, even if she didn't like to admit it, the voice vas right. She was a buzz kill. But someone had to be, right? They wouldn't have survived the war if she hadn't been there to talk some sense into her friends…
But the war is over.
Once again the voice in her head had a point. She could afford being a little reckless. Earn a little respect from Harry and Ron. Prove she wasn't the little goody two-shoe bookworm head-girl they thought she was… Maybe then they would let her participate in their plans! But if she didn't tell any teachers, what could she do?
Think logically.
Sure. Okay, someone had given her love potion. The whole school thought her and the Ferret were madly in love. That's it! Hermione grinned to herself. Malfoy had had some love potion too! Why else would he act in love with her!
So, she had Draco Malfoy, with the help of love potion, madly in love with her. The question was not what to do, but what not to do!
She leaned back in her surprisingly comfortable chair and waited.
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Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley had once again come up with a "brilliant" plan. The knew the Ferret usually liked to boast to his friends about his schemes and ideas, so why not ask one of them what Malfoy had done to Hermione? And by ask, they meant kidnapping and blackmailing.
The opportunity actually came to them before they even had the plan properly thought out. Ron and Harry were washing their hands in the boys bathroom on the third floor, and in walked no one else than Blaise Zabini himself. The golden boys didn't think more about it though, until they heard the door to one of the bathroom stalls close with a loud BANG.
Harry nudged Ron, and when Ron looked questionably at him, Harry then tilted his head at the door where the Slytherin had disappeared. Ron seemed to understand, what an opportunity, really, there was no one else than the three boys in the bathroom right now. But no surprise there, the boy who lived usually had the all the odds ever in his favor.
Both boys drew their wand simultaneously and Harry locked the toilet door from the outside while Ron secured the entire bathroom, making sure no other students would walk in. It would have looked comical if not the situation had been so… Well, it looked comical.
"What the devil?" The Slytherin had found out couldn't open the door.
"That's right!" Harry said triumphantly."And now we would like to know what the Ferret has done to our Hermione!"
Blaise couldn't believe it. "Pothed? Weasel-bee? You locked me in a toilet? For interrogation? Seriously?"
Ron didn't catch the irony in Blaise's voice and stated proudly; "Yeah, so you better tell us!"
The dark-haired Slytherin raised an eyebrow, although the other boys couldn't see it through the door. "Or what?"
"We will newer let you out! You will die here and the only girl you will ever see again will be Moaning Myrtle!"
Blaise suddenly felt a bit nervous. An eternity with Moaning Myrtle? Swallowing nervously he asked:
"So what was it you wanted to know?"
Ron and Harry both smirked at the door that blocked their view of the Slytherin.
"What did Malfoy do to Hermione to make her like him back?"
Blaise felt like panicking. He couldn't confess, right? Although he still had to finish that testament… But wait a minute!
"How did you two know Draco fancies Granger!"
Now it was the Gryffindors turn to lock nervous.
"Eeerr… Internet?" Harry suggested.
Blaise was confused. Whatever this internet was it must be a very powerful source of information. There was really no use to hide anything from them then.
"I did it, okay!" He screamed a little bit too loud to seem sane. "You were supposed to eat them!"
"Eat what?"
"The chocolate!"
"Ehhh… Harry? I think we should jut let him out…"
"NO! Let me explain! I placed to pieces of love potion spiked chocolate on your plates so you two would eat them but Granger ate one before you had the chance and now she's in love with Draco! Wait… Let me out?"
Ron was furious. He was the reason his girlfriend adored a Ferret? Because a stupid Slytherin couldn't handle a simple prank?
Suddenly Blaise was very happy about the door separating them.
"Not bloody likely now! Harry, let's leave him here!"
"Calm yourself Ron! At least we now know what's wrong with 'Mione. I'm sure we can find a cure in Slughorns potions storeroom."
The boy locked in the bathroom stall suddenly felt sorry for his friend. Sure, Slytherins were supposed to be backstabbing jerks, but what to do? He had come to take a certain liking to the blonde. It's pretty sad, really, the only day Draco's crush doesn't hate him and he spends it lying unconscious in the hospital wing… If only…
"Wait!" Blaise yelled, then hearing Weasley and Potter stop moving outside. "What about a deal?"
"A deal?"
"Let Draco have Granger for a month, and none of the Slytherins will try to make a fool of any you Gryffindors for a whole term!" Gryffindors were always fools anyway … The Slytherins would survive…
Harry and Ron looked at each other. It was a pretty good deal but…
"A week. He can have her for a week."
A sigh o defeat was heard from the other side of the door.
"A week it is."
And without realizing they had just used their best friend as commodity, Harry and Ron left the bathroom in high spirits, letting Blaise out of the small toilet with some last flicks of their wands.
WOHOO! Chapter 6 DONE!
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