Hermione wasn't entirely sure how she was going to perform the illusion charm again without Malfoy noticing and spent half of her afternoon skulking round corridors attempting to catch him from behind but to no avail, every time she managed to find him he would notice her, which brought her to the conclusion that she probably wouldn't make a very good secret spy.
She had to wait until they were back in their common room before she could get a good shot at him while he was attempting to light the fire to warm the room for the party.
She felt that same tingling in her arm and noticed Malfoy twitch slightly indicating that the spell must have taken effect, 'excellent, this party will be extra interesting now' she thought smirking.
Therefore she was extremely surprised to hear a familiar scream come from the bathroom half an hour later while they were both getting ready.
"What the fuck?! Arghhhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!… Granger!!"
"What?!" she asked opening the bathroom door, genuinely confused
"You messed up that's what! Your stupid spell, it's worn off or something… I've shrunk again!" he almost cried at her whilst holding his pants in his hand and standing in his not so bulging underwear.
'Oh crap' she thought, 'I must have messed up the spell the second time around'
"One minute" she mumbled and entered her room again.
"Wha…" he stepped forwards but she had shut the door in his face and began rummaging in her bag.
She flicked a few pages and then found it…
The illusion charm
A spell to bring about dreams, fears and abolitions of the truth.Will last usually for about 24 hours and makes the person receiving thecharm extremely gullible to the charmers wishes However, misuse of this particular charm can bring about disastrous events so think carefully about what you are doing.
-and printed at the bottom of the page…-
Cannot be cast upon the same person until a minimum of 48 hours has passed.
Fuck!
She had really messed up now, he was going to actually kill her… that probably wouldn't help their boyfriend/girlfriend ruse huh…?
She opened the door again "look Malfoy, calm down, I know what's happened, everything's ok"
"Everything is FAR from O fucking K!" he yelled spitting a little.
Gosh he was mad.
"Listen to me" she soothed while pushing him steadily backwards into his own room where he could sit on his bed, he let her lead him, obviously in some kind of shock, poor thing...
"The effects of the sweets will wear off in 4 more days, I just cast a temporary fix for 24 hours to help you out, it was the best I could do, there is no other solution!"
"Well cast it again woman! I need my full self back!"
"I tried… apparently the spell cant be cast on the same person without a 48 hour break in between… it has some other err… odd effects to take into consideration"
"What sort of effects?!"
"Oh, nothing to worry about, just the sort that make you want to write poetry" she suppressed a giggle, but he couldn't miss the smirk on her face, and he began to understand that he had never promised to write her a poem, she had tricked him.
"You bitch" he moaned dropping his head into his hands, he had no fight left in him after soaking up all this new information.
"But look" she added cheerfully, trying to lift his spirits "it doesn't mean anything, we'll give it 48 hours then I'll cast the spell again, and before you know it the 5 days will be up anyway and you'll be fixed permanently"
He nodded his head, at least she assumed he did, it was still rested in his hands. And she gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Just forget about it for tonight and have fun at the party, there's no point being miserable at a party after all!" and with that she sauntered out of the room and continued getting ready for what she hoped would be a fabulous night.
Well it appeared that quite a lot of people from the great hall had felt bad about their 'behaviour' earlier, either that or they just wanted an excuse to party, the latter probably made more sense. But, either way, Hermione was glad.
Her common room was full of people all laughing, drinking and having a good time and she was stood with her two best friends by her side giggling her head off at a joke Harry had just told her.
Draco, however, was in a bit of a sorry state. He had decided that the best way to get over his dilemma was to get absolutely blind drunk and was now sat in a corner, clutching an empty glass… he had spilled the remainder down himself making it look unattractively like he had wet himself.
Hermione noticed him out of the corner of her eye and decided it was time to take pity on him and help him to bed before he embarrassed himself further, he had already told Pansy to fuck off and mumbled something about her being shit in bed which had made her cry, much to Hermione's delight, but now it seemed he would be incapable of much more than vomiting.
She excused herself from Harry and Ron and walked over to the lump in the corner.
"Come on, you need to go to bed" she said, holding out her hand to help him up.
His glazed eyes searched her face for a second before he realised who she was and he gingerly grabbed hold and attempted to pull himself up.
"Whoa!" They both screamed as Draco almost pulled Hermione to the ground, she managed to stabilise them both by wrapping her arm around his waist and holding a little of his weight.
"You nutter, why did you have to get so drunk, your gonna miss out on all the fun"
"yoo look verrry pretty" he stammered back.
She giggled "yeah well, thanks, but your not looking so well if I'm honest" she was smiling at him but he was looking across the room. Hermione followed his gaze and saw Ron look at Draco, shake his head then turn away.
"Whas ee looking at?!" Draco almost fell over again from the effects of his outburst but Hermione managed to control him.
"Nothing, he's just having a conversation with Parvati look" but she was hardly convincing and Draco struggled to free himself from her grasp.
"Geroff me! Im gonna go short im out! Lookin at me like that… mud blood scum…" his words drifted as he fought hermiones hand off his arm and started towards the weasly stood feet in front of him.
"Oi you" He pointed an extremely unsteady finger an Ron and attempted to poke him in the nose when he turned around to look but missed and got his eye instead.
"Oww! You twat!" Ron yelled flinging his hands up to cover his sore eye. "What are you playing at?!" and with that he pushed Draco in the chest causing him to fall backwards straight into Hermione.
"Ooof!" they landed with a clatter on the carpeted floor, Hermione crushed below Draco's dead weight, he almost looked as if he had fallen asleep, the drunken fool, she thought.
"Shit, sorry Hermione" Ron rushed over, pushed the slimy slytherin sideways off his friend and helped her up.
She brushed herself off "no worries, nothings broken, I'm fine" she smiled at Ron "I really have to get him to bed now though, look at the state of him!" she laughed loudly as she looked upon Draco slumped face first on the floor, drooling ever so slightly.
"Yeah I'll give you a hand" and with that they heaved him together into his room and laid him on the bed. Hermione even managed not to laugh when Ron came out a few minutes later, after undressing Malfoy and putting him under the covers, and informed her that, even though he had been wearing boxers it was obvious Malfoy had a small package, and that he had known that must be the case all along, the rumours he had heard from those slytherin girls couldn't possible be true!