Hi. I'm putting the author's note at the beginning of the story for this chapter. I'd like to apologize for the poor quality of the last chapter. You see, I have this stupid cancer thing (It's kind of confusing... I don't actually HAVE a tumor, but my body thinks that there's one) and I've been on this weird medicine to get rid of it for a few months now. The only problem is that it makes it so I get sick really easily. And unfortunately, my brother had strep throat, and my mom had the flu, so I got both. And I was REALLY out of it. As a matter of fact, I don't even remember WRITING the last chapter. But when I saw I had reviews, and I went and read them, I realized that I must have written something. So I went back and read it, and it SUCKED. I'm thinking of rewriting it now that my fever's gone down. Sorry for the long author's note! ON WITH THE STORY!
Blackmail
where-my-heart-resides
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to SiriuslyFunny because she gave me input on my three stories, and just because she rocks! Love ya Kiki!
The next day, Draco got out of bed wearily. He was deeply anticipating what was to come. He waltzed out into the common room, expecting to see Hermione. But she wasn't there. Instead, there was a short note resting on the couch.
Malfoy-
I already went down to breakfast. See you there! ; )
-Hermione Granger
Draco sighed. This was not good. Especially that little wink down at the bottom. Maybe he should just skip breakfast... But what if that was part of her plan! That he wouldn't come to breakfast, and something would happen to him out of the Great Hall. "Ha," Draco laughed to himself, "I outwitted you this time Hermione!"
He got dressed, after checking to make sure nothing was in his clothes, and walked down to breakfast. He sat down at his table, and looked around. Hermione was sitting with her friends, not looking at him. What was going on?
Malfoy was very confused by this point. As far as he could tell, Hermione wasn't going to do anything. But, like most times, he was very wrong.
He made it out of breakfast completely unharmed. So he must have been right. Hermione wasn't expecting for him to show up. He looked at his schedule, and saw that he had Quidditch practice. So, he would be surrounded by all his Slytherin classmates, and Hermione couldn't do anything to him. He smirked, satisfied,and headed out the door.
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Where was his broom? Draco kicked at the ground angrily. The rest of his team was up in the air, but his broom had 'mysteriously' disappeared. Stupid mudblood... So, he went out to get one of the cruddy school brooms.
He took off into the air, surprised at how smooth this broom flew. But then something happened that made him contradict himself.
The broom began to whistle. Loudly. The rest of the team stared at him. Suddenly, there was a bright poof of smoke. When it disappeared, he was wearing a... leotard? What?
But it was true. He was wearing a bright pink, skin tight, leotard, with a skirt around the waist. Half of the team started to laugh. The rest were too stupid to do anything.
Draco blushed, crimson pooling over his cheeks. He flew down to get changed. But it wasn't over yet. Just as he was about to hit ground, the broom took off into the sky.
It flew high into the air, spinning around, when all of a sudden, to Draco's horror, it burst into song.
"I'm a little tea pot, Short and stout, Here is my handle, Here is my spout!" The broomstick blurted out.
Draco's face turned even more red than it was before (if that's possible...). He only had one hope. To jump. So he did. He jumped off the broom, into the air. He was falling, going closer and closer to the ground. He was just about to hit the ground, when a giant pink parachute flew down and pulled him back onto the broom. Evil little mudblood! She was going to pay! Draco was forced to stay on the broom until the song ended.
He flew down, sparkles shooting out of the end of his broom. He jumped off, and walked away angrily.
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"GRANGER!" Draco yelled as he got into the common room.
"Yes?" Hermione smiled innocently.
"Why... won't... this... stupid... thing... come... off?" He questioned, furious, pulling desperately at the fabric between each word.
"Awww... what are you talking about? You look so pretty!" Hermione said.
"NO I DON'T!" Draco yelled.
"Fine then. Be that way. Give me the photo, and change my hair back, and I'll get that thing off of you." She said.
"No." Draco said, his teeth gritted.
"Fine! Have fun in that outfit!" Hermione squealed, delighted, as she strode from the common room.
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"What are you talking about? This is the hot new fad..." Draco said with a deadly glare at anybody who asked what he was wearing.
"Hey, Malfoy! Wait up!" Hermione called.
"What do you want?" Draco asked, extremely irritable.
"To ask if you've reconsidered." Hermione smiled sweetly.
"No, I have not." Draco said.
They pushed open the doors to the Great Hall, and their jaws dropped. (A/N: This is for you lilmissgullible! Thanks for the idea!)
Nearly every person in the Hall was wearing pink leotards, and had glowing green hair. Hermione and Draco looked at each other, looked back at the crowd, and gaped. Everyone in the hall turned in silence and looked at the newcomers. They continued to gawk.
One of the Ravenclaws spoke up. "What's wrong guys? You said it was the new fad..."
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DC: Not mine.
A/N: Hi ya. I hope this chapter is better, considering that I'm mostly better... Okay guys. I took down the last three stories, and now I have another three up. This is an opportunity for all of you who didn't vote last time to vote this time! Just go to my profile, go to the "To be Announced Stories" section, and tell me what you think! I want to be at 180 reviews before I update again!
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