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REVENGE.

Hermione wrote the seven-lettered word on the blackboard in the Heads common room. She then pulled out a bit of parchment from her pocket.

"What, did you study for this too?" Draco feigned innocence.

Hermione frowned and shook her head. "No. I just… wrote a few things down."

She read from her parchment with purpose. "So, I have a few key questions that we must answer if we want this so called 'revenge' plot to go well. First of all, what do we want to achieve out of this 'revenge'?"

Draco shrugged. "I don't know, whatever you want to achieve?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and continued. "Second of all, who are we targeting exactly?"

"I don't know," Draco said.

Hermione took a breath. "Third of all, how are we going to execute this revenge?"

"Well, I've got a few 'key things' to say," Draco cleared his throat and put on a high-pitched voice in an attempt to mock Hermione.

"First off, you do know that this is about you and not me right? Shouldn't you decide how this plan will go? Second of all, this is not a homework assignment. This is revenge. In case you've never heard of it in the millions of textbooks you've read in your time, revenge is when you're finally getting even on somebody that you hate. Somebody who hurt you. Weasel King hurt you."

"Weasel didn't hurt me. I am far from hurt." Hermione tried to defend herself.

"Then why are you here, right now, planning this revenge?"

Hermione bit her lip. She was rarely outsmarted.

"Whatever," she said, "Let's just get started."

It took them almost the whole night to plan the 'revenge'. Both Hermione and Draco were exhausted, but their untouched, mountain load of homework seemed to loom at the back of their minds.

Draco let out a loud yawn. "I better get started on my homework. If our revenge works, we've got ourselves a lot to wake up to tomorrow."

To this, Hermione gave a tight nod and the slightest smile. She heaved her bag onto her shoulders and left the common room.

Hermione was woken up by Ginny Weasley, who looked shamefully amused.

"Hermione, wake up, wake up!" Ginny said, trying to shake her awake.

Hermione rubbed her eyes. "What is it?"

"I'm surprised Lavender's scream didn't wake you. You have got to see what someone's done to her forehead. Merlin's beard, it's bloody hilarious. I don't know how, but some brilliant wizard tattooed the words 'I Love Weasel King' on her forehead. It's probably not permanent, but it's crazily funny."

Hermione nodded, trying to hide her excitement.

Ginny stroked her invisible beard. "Come to think of it, I can only think of one person who uses the nickname 'Weasel King'."

Hermione's heart pounded. She had to think fast. "That's very true, but it wouldn't work. I mean he can't go up the girl's stairs and neither does he know the Gryffindor password," she quickly pointed out.

Ginny nodded. "I guess that's true." She raised her eyebrows at Hermione. "But I can't help but think that Draco was somehow part of this scheme."

Their conversation was interrupted when the said tattooed girl, Lavender Brown, entered the room. Hermione's eyes crept up to the top of Lavender's head and sure enough, the words 'I Love Weasel King' were there in a blood-like colour. Lavender let out a bloodcurdling scream. It was so deafening, that the boys in their dormitories began to stir. During all of this, Parvati was trying to calm Lavender down, but to no avail.

Ginny tried not to laugh, turning her giggles in to a half-convincing cough.

Lavender burst into tears which only made Ginny laugh more. "Seriously Hermione, if we aren't careful, she's going to flood our whole dorm," she whispered to Hermione.

At the word 'Hermione', Lavender shifted her gaze and pointed at Hermione, who was still sitting on her bed.

"HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER. IT WAS YOU WASN'T IT? YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DID THIS TO ME."

Hermione froze, Lavender's accusing shrill made her hair stand on end.

"YOU DID THIS TO ME BECAUSE YOU'RE JEALOUS OF ME AND WON WON, DIDN'T YOU? HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU, HERMIONE. HE NEVER DID," Lavender spat.

Ginny, along with the many other girls in the room, gasped. Ginny stood up, much to Hermione's distress. "Ginny, don't worry abo-"

"That is no way to treat Hermione. She saved your life," Ginny cried.

Lavender waved her hand, as if swatting away a fly. "What, that time she waved her pretty little wand and got rid of that werewolf, who by the way, was doing barely any harm to me? That wasn't that big of a deal. I could've done perfectly fine without her help."

Hermione gnashed her teeth in rage, her fingers gripped at the edge of her bed.

She opened her mouth, about to fight back at Lavender, but the tattooed girl didn't let her. Before Hermione could utter a word, Lavender grabbed a red bandanna and tied it around her forehead so tightly that one may fear of her losing blood circulation. And, without a word, she turned her head and left the dormitories, leaving only the pungent smell of perfume and shocked disbelief to linger in the air.

After the first incident, Hermione decided to give Lavender a rest before continuing with the plan. The words on her foreheads were nearly gone, and that was when Hermione knew it was time to start part two of Operation Revenge.

"Hermione, are you alright? You seem a little shaken up," Draco asked.

She shook her head. "No, I'm fine. Let's just, finish what we started."

Draco nodded, "Said like a true Slytherin." He noticed Hermione wince at his words, but chose to ignore it.

Draco held up a bottle containing a clear liquid. "Something I snagged on the way here."

"Is that Mudwagotter? Once I got it on my finger and I was stuck to the door handle all day."

Draco nodded. "That's exactly why I have this. A little drop into Lavender Brown's lip gloss and…"

Hermione brightened. "You're bloody brilliant!"

"Of course I am, my love. Now, let's get started."

Draco had been right. Just a drop of the sticky substance turned Lavender's lip gloss to a dangerously sticky super glue. The first thing that her lips would touch… well, they weren't going to be separated for a while.

So, what was the first thing Lavender's lips touched? Yes, you guessed it- Ron Weasley.

The gossip in the Great Hall the next morning was like a game of Chinese whispers. Nobody was sure that what the person was telling them was true and the person telling them wasn't sure if it was true either.

"Did you hear that Lavender Brown's lips are glued to Ron?"
"Ron? Ron Weasley? As in Harry Potter's best friend?"

"Yes!"

"But isn't Ron dating Hermione?"

"Urgh, didn't you hear? They broke up a while ago."

"So if all of this is true, then where are the pair right now?"

"I'm not too sure."

"Madame Pomfrey's I think."

"Or a spare broom cupboard. You know what they say, just cause your lips are together doesn't mean you can't snog."

"A spare broom cupboard? That doesn't sound too glamorous. And no one says that."

Just at that moment, the topic of conversation waddled into the hall. A cacophony of whispers erupted amongst the tables, as Lavender and Ron walked into the hall together, both literally and figuratively speaking. There was an awkward side-shuffle, which got a lot of people staring. Lavender and Ron looked mortified, though it was hard to tell since their lips were stuck together. Despite everything that Ron and Lavender had done to Hermione, she couldn't help but feel shame. And… was it pity? Hermione wasn't sure. Maybe revenge and evil schemes weren't for her after all.

Lavender and Ron sat themselves on a seat and wondered how they would eat. This got another fit of laughter from around the hall. Ron's cheeks became redder and redder.

Seamus, who was sitting beside them, shouted, "Guess it's somebody's lucky day. You know what I'm saying, brother?" he nudged jokingly at Ron. This got another fit of laughter and a small chuckle from Hermione. Lavender looked furious. Then, before anyone could see it coming, she leaned in and began snogging Ron like she never had before. Many oohs and aahs came from all areas of the hall.

This made Ron stiffen, before he too returned the kiss. Soon, the couple were kissing so much and so passionately that their audience grew uncomfortable, turned around and continued their breakfast, that's if they still had an appetite.

Harry turned to Hermione. After Ron and Hermione's break up, his best friend of seven years had turned into a bomb. Harry felt as if she would go off at any second.

"Hey, Hermione, are you ok there?"

Hermione was so confused. She had been the one who had helped plan the scheme, she had dropped the Mudwagotter into Lavender's lipgloss herself. So why didn't she feel any satisfaction?

"Hermione?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just… realised that I have a lot of homework to do. You know Professor Squirrel."

Harry half-believed Hermione's words. "I see. Do you want to go up to the library to work on it?"

Hermione stood up. "No, it's fine. I'd prefer to work alone right now."

Harry's eyes followed her as she walked out of the hall.

Hermione needed to escape to somewhere where she could gather her thoughts, but she wasn't sure where. Her feet seemed to lead the way more than her mind. Somehow, Hermione was walking up the stairs leading to the Head's common room.

She was shocked to see Draco sitting on a chair, reading a book.

"Oh… I didn't expect you to be here."

Draco smirked. "Hello. Did the plan work?" He noticed Hermione's expression. "Are you alright? Did something happen?"

Hermione had hoped that her mood wasn't so obvious. "No, nothing happened. The plan worked well, better than we'd imagined," there was no joy in her words.

"That's… good. Hermione are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine." Hermione began to organise her books onto her desk. She took out a quill and began to write.

"How did that stupid Weasel King look? Was he humiliated?" Draco leaned back in the chair.

"He was mortified. And he's not stupid, nor is he the king of weasels," Hermione snapped.

Draco closed his book. "What's going on here? Has Granger had a change of heart?"

"A change of heart about what?"

"I'm not sure. You tell me."

"No, Draco, I haven't had a change of heart about anything. I just think that maybe we should go easier on Ron."

Draco let out a dry laugh. "Has a book dropped on your head, Granger? Did you get struck by a memory charm? Have you forgotten what he did?"

"What he did," Hermione paused. "What he did… was not right, but I still think that humiliating him in front of the whole school isn't going to change anything."

"Is that right, Hermione? Ok then, since you're always right about everything, I'll take your word for it."

"Draco, what we had planned for Ron is not right. We can't…"

"Ok, I get it, Granger. You don't want to continue the revenge. I thought that your heart was stronger than this, Hermione."

"You don't understand."

"Don't understand what, Hermione? What could have possibly made you change your mind? Yesterday, you were perfectly find with the plan, and today, you've suddenly had a change of heart. I think I deserve to know why," Draco snapped.

"I want Ron back!" Hermione burst out.

There was a painful silence. Hermione clasped her hand on her mouth. She couldn't believe what she had just said. Draco looked at Hermione with a hint of hurt in his eyes. He left out a nervous laugh. "Haha, real funny, Granger. Tell me what's really going on."

There was a pause.

Draco's face dropped. "But could it really be? You really want Ron back?"

Hermione nodded with certainty. "Seeing him kissing Lavender like he'd never kissed me, seeing him spend time with Lavender and looking at her in a way he never had to me before, I've realised that I… I want my boyfriend back."

Draco's book dropped with a loud thud on the floor. "What did your Muggle parents teach you as a child? Did they teach you anything? First you tell me that you hate Ron, then you tell me that you want to get even with him, and now you tell me that you don't and that you want him back. Make up your mind, Granger!"

Hermione didn't reply. Her eyes were on the floor.

"After all of the trouble I've gone through for you, this is how you thank me?"

Hermione was furious and this time, she couldn't contain her anger. "Thank you? Why in Merlin's Beard would I thank you? You were the one who dragged me into this mess in the first place. If you hadn't brought up the whole plan for revenge, all of this mess never would have happened. I never asked for your help."

She took a deep breathe and started again before Draco could interrupt her. "Thank you, Malfoy, for being an inconsiderate and obnoxious git. Since you really wanted a thank you from me, there you go."

And with that, she left the room.