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In an empty classroom:

"Today, I have called for this meeting so we can find out who's the mystery guy with Hermione." called out Ginny.

"But why are we in an empty classroom?" inquired Harry.

"You're always thinking of plans to defeat the dark lord, but you can't figure out why we're here? God, you're dense! We're here because we don't want Hermione to find out!" yelled Draco.

"Dude! Why are you yelling? And since when did you start calling her Hermione?"

"I'm yelling because I'm trying to put some sense into your thick head! And I'm calling her Hermione from now on, not that it's any of your business!" Harry and Ron glared a little at him.

"Sorry guys! He's a bit sensitive now." Ginny apologized shyly.

"Guess it's that time of the month, huh?" whispered Ron to Harry, who chuckled in return.

"What did you say!" Draco raised his fist as if he was ready to slam his fist down on Ron.

"Chillax! We're just playing around. No need to get violent." Ron and Harry were raising their arms in a surrendering position. Red was all Draco saw. He started to wave his fist around. Others tried to hold him down, but it was no use.

"Stupefy!" yelled out Ginny. "Lock him in that closet until the end of this meeting!" Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan, the guys that were holding Draco down, complied. Ginny sighed. "Now, where were we? Ah, yes. I need all of you to find out who's that mystery guy Hermione's been hanging with. Any future information on this mystery guy, report to me immediately. Understand?" With a nod of all their heads, they all began to leave.

Three hours later:

Draco woke up startled with no memory of how he got there. The last thing he remembered was that he's in a meeting on Hermione. Then he almost got into a fist fight with Harry and Ron. Then realization daunt on him. Ginny had stupefied him! That bitch! How dare she! Then Dean and Seamus had locked him in here. Those bastards! Wait until he gets out. They will hear from him! He tried using spells on the door, but it was useless. The door could only be opened from the outside. He tried pounding on the door and screaming for help. The chance that someone would hear him was extremely small as this empty classroom was in a deserted hallway. He stopped to save his energy from wasting. Draco sat there in solitude and was thinking pensively until he heard some far-away foot steps. He put his ear against the door to hear if someone was really coming. After his answer was verified, Draco started to pound and scream with all his might, hoping whoever it is will save him from this horrid closet.

"Malfoy?"

"Granger?"

"What are you doing here? They've looked all over for you."

"Someone pulled a nasty prank on me."

"On you? That person must have wanted to die a painful death."

"Exactly. And I'm going to give them that painful death right now!"

In the Great Hall:

The Gryffindor students were eating their suppers peacefully. That is until Draco came in. He had transfigured something into a scythe and was wielding it around. Swinging to the left and to the right, the scythe broke quite a few things.

"Come out Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan! You'll pay for locking me in the closet." roared a currently blood-thirsted Draco.

Dean and Seamus quickly scrambled out of their seats and ran. Draco spotted them and chased after them.

"You bastards! Stop right there!"

"If we stop, we'll be killed!" panted Seamus who is afraid of looking behind his shoulder.

Draco, still wielding that big scythe of his, showed no progress of slowing down. Determined to make them pay, Draco did not care about his surroundings.

Just as Dean and Seamus was about to turn, they spotted their beloved professor.

"Professor Dumbledore, help!"

Professor Dumbledore turned to them and asked, "what's wrong," with twinkle in his eyes.

"Malfoy's gone crazy and is going grim reaper on us!"

Professor Dumbledore saw Draco and he was, indeed, going grim reaper on them.

"My, my, he is. However, I cannot intercept for the reason being that I've seem to have left my wand back at my chambers. I apologize, my dear students." Then he walked away briskly.

Dean and Seamus looked at each other briefly before they kept running and yelled out help. Draco was still behind them, swaying that dangerous weapon of his and catching up. His scythe slashed through the Bloody Baron.

"Oh! Argh! Watch where you're going!" complained the Bloody Baron before disappearing through the walls.

Unable to harm them, Draco aimed his scythe at them. The scythe flew through the air in slow motion as everyone watched. Dean and Seamus turned around at that exact moment. The scythe went right between them and cut the right and left side of their hair respectively. They were scared shitless, but they also wetted their pants. Neville and Ron carried them back to the Gryffindor Tower.

"Ah. That feels much better." Draco sighed contentedly. "What are you looking at? Go back to your own meals!" A lot of students were murmuring among themselves.

"Malfoy's crazy!" murmured one.

"Bloody hell! That was awesome!" murmured another.

"Where did he get that scythe from?" questioned one.

"Maybe he bought it from the grim reaper himself." answered his friend.

"Nice one, Malfoy."

"That scared me to death."

"I'll have to think again about arguing with Malfoy."

"You don't think he will do the same to me, right? I am his girlfriend." said a worried Ginny.

"Of course not. Maybe. It's possible. I don't know." said a nervous Harry.

Suddenly, there's a hand on Ginny's shoulder.

"Don't worry, Ginny. I won't kill you." Draco whispered right next to her ear.

"Ah!" Ginny fell on her bum. There was this evil gleam in his eyes that makes him look somewhat suspicious.