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Chapter Ten: Where Hermione Puts Work In Front of Politeness On her Priority List, Draco Finally Loses It, and He Gets A Taste Of Irony.

Hermione breathlessly rushed out the door. She had so much to take care of, with that stupid Halloween Planning Committee piling work on her an all. I mean, the meeting was only yesterday, but already they had her filling out charts, composing letters, and organizing lists of costs.

Hermione rubbed her eyes. Yes, she defiantly needed more sleep, that was a given. But right now she needed to get this work done, and find time after to classes to get her homework completed. And to top it all off, it was Tuesday, and by Merlin, it was her busiest day so far.

Hermione ran out the portal door of their common room, and as she did she brushed past Malfoy and Pansy.

"Hey Granger, a little apology is in order!" he yelled after her, while Pansy sicken-ly sweetly lounged on his arm, alternately smirking at Hermione, and shooting looks of eyelash-curling simpers at Malfoy. How disgusting.

She turned around. "Huh? No time, have to get work done, seven charts, four diagrams, eight lists, and five letters to write. I can't really apologize right now." And she started to run off again.

"Work for what? And aren't you supposed to be at lunch?" he called again, making her turn around rather hurriedly, so her curly hair whirled about in the air, and came down rather disheveled onto her head. She absent mindedly patted it down.

"Lunch can wait. And what about yourself?" she stopped mid-sentence, and checked her bag confusedly. "Halloween Planning Committee….and what's Pansy doing with you?" she continued.

"Ha-ha…so you're stuck with all the work? Figures. And to think, I though Finch would have lessened the work load on you, seeing as how he is shamelessly in love with you…" then he smirked.

"Funny, Malfoy. But can't really….have to go…bye!" and she ran off again, mumbling about a particularly difficult chart. Deprived girl. She really needs some rest.

Malfoy yawned again as he surveyed his recently finished homework. Well, he didn't really finish it. He just copied it off the homework Granger had left on the table. And speaking of Granger…

Malfoy pulled out the potions book form underneath his bed. He flipped to the page, and started to read, "Ingredient Four: The liver of a long-toothed pumpkin." Malfoy leaned his head back. "Sounds simple enough, all I have to do is…wait a second!" he double checked that last sentence. "A pumpkin with teeth? Oh brilliant and I though this day couldn't get any worse."

Yes, Malfoy has had a bad day. He only got to terrorize kids three times, his lunch was only mediocre, and a hair of his handsomely tousled head was out of place. Talk about rotten luck.

But I digress. Malfoy finally laid his head down on the pillow wondering how the bloody hell he would the liver, (if they even had one) out of a long-toothed pumpkin. How spiffing.

Wednesday the 27th dawned bright and early, and due to the fact that most of the teachers had gotten the flu, (it had been a rainy week), classes were called off. Of course, Hermione Granger found all this really annoying, and complained whenever she could to Harry Potter and Ronald Weasly, and whenever Draco was present, how utterly horrible classes couldn't continue.

After thethirteenth time in five minutes she had stated that, Draco blew his top. "Okay, Granger, I bloody well GET IT! I'm sorry your classes got canceled, but there's nothing I can do about it! Bloody hell, Mudblood, get a LIFE!" and he stood there panting, and hand running through his hair and his eyes took on a mad, desperate look.

"You're sorry that my classes got canceled?" asked Granger.

Apparently she hadn't heard a word he had said.

"What do I have to do to get you to shut up?" he asked "Got to the library, take you on a relaxing walk, because frankly you're running on 200cc caffeine, get you some extra work...?"

"A walk! That it! Take me on a walk? Maybe we will meet at teacher who can help us get some extra homework." And excited at that prospect, she jumped off the couch, took Draco by the arm, and practically bodily dragged him out the portal hole.

"What have I gotten myself into?" he asked over and over again under his breath as Hermione chattered away as she searched the hallways. Every. Single. One.

Finally, tired and bored, (at least on Draco's part) they made there way to the front hall. And lo and behold, there stood Hagrid, that giant oaf.

"Err, hello, Hermione, and you, Malfoy, what you up to? Happy classes got canceled?"

"No, Hagrid , actually we're looking for work. We're terribly bored, you see." said Granger before Draco could answer. Figures. But when he tried to explain that he didn't need any work, he was cut off by Hagrid.

'Really? Then do have the job for you. Come down with me to my hut."

"But its raining." stated Malfoy bluntly. How wonderfully blunt he is.

"I know, the task I need ya to do works better in the rain. Washes it away, and soothes those savage beats."

While Granger dragged him through the front doors, he pondered those last few words. "Err, Professor Hagrid?" he asked suddenly, "What exactly are we doing?"

"I gots some savage little things I need to be cleaned, and some need ta be slain. Need some o' them for Professor Snapes potions, and some for the house elves new pie."

"Okay…" said Draco quietly. And then he wondered the next question that came to his mind. And it will be a surprise to him. And not one he will like. "Err, and what are these so called…savage beasties?"

"Why, glad you asked," said Hagrid jovially without turning around. "Long-toothed pumpkins, the feisty variety.

Oh, the irony of it all.

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