In this Chapter, we see a seriously pissed off Hermione, I warn you now. To my lovely reviewers, thank you. I'm glad you thought Prank #1 was good, but to be honest, Prank #2 is nowhere in its league. I'm thinking that it'll be half term in the next Hermione chapter, but there will be a lot of angry and upset Draco in the next chapter.

Anyways, enjoy.

Dear Moony and Padfoot,

I'm writing to you by your Marauder nicknames, because I carried out Prank #1. I hit Draco with the Levicorpus jinx and Vanished all of his clothes. So after that, (and I think, Padfoot, you may be rather proud of me for doing so) I let him down, whilst he was still naked and conjured a load of snowballs, which I bewitched to repeatedly hit him, and then reform to hit him again. It was brilliant breakfast entertainment, watching him run from the snowballs as fast as he could, all while he was in his 'birthday suit'. It was priceless.

Merlin, that reminds me, while I was under the Cloak, I heard McGonagall telling Dumbledore that the prank was "worthy of the marauders". See, she was proud of your schoolboy antics! Prank #2 comes into action tomorrow, I think. I'll send you an owl letting you know how it went.

Have you any plans for the wedding yet? I'd love to hear them. Actually, because I'm a prefect, I've got permission to leave the school during half-term and I was wondering if I could come and stay with you two? It'd be really nice to see you both again, and I would love to take full advantage of your library, Remus, if I could?

Anyways, I hope, as the Marauders, you approve of the prank I pulled. I must say thanks to Padfoot for even giving me the idea, I just exaggerated it. Hopefully, I'll hear from you two soon.

Love
Hermione.

Hermione tied the parchment to Hedwig's leg and sent her off to Remus and Sirius. She looked down at the books on the little wooden desk in the corner of her personal library. The book she was currently looking at listed a number of jinxes, hexes and curses that would come in handy were you planning to severely humiliate your opponent. Prank 2 was being planned, and it had her more excited than a five-year-old at Christmas. She looked at her watch, and discovered she was out past curfew again, so she ran as fast as she could back to the dormitory and into her bed.

The next morning, Hermione woke up to a tapping on the window by her bed. Hedwig was perched on the windowsill, impatiently tapping the window with her beak. She wrenched the window open, and the snowy owl perched on her bedside table, sticking out her leg. Hermione untied the parchment and Hedwig flew back out of the window again. She looked at the parchment, recognising Remus' cramped handwriting.

Hermione,
The prank sounds like a work of genius, and we are both very impressed with your creativity. I personally really wish I could be there, and Sirius says (looking rather grumpy, might I add) that he wishes he'd thought of that while we were at school. I reckon he's annoyed that your prank was a lot better than his idea originally was, but I know he's proud of you for elaborating it like that.

As for staying during half-term, we'd be delighted to have you here. I assume that Harry and Ron will stay at Hogwarts? I seem to remember that only Prefects were allowed home during the half-term holidays, and it annoyed the others no end. So in between reading and doing your holiday homework, we can talk about the wedding. Tell Dumbledore you're coming here for the holidays, and we'll arrange the rest. Good luck for Prank 2.

All our love,
Remus (and Sirius)

Hermione grinned and got in the shower. She dried her hair with her wand, taming it with a spell she had learnt the previous year from a book she'd found in the Room of Requirement. She was still smiling as she dressed. She walked down to the Great Hall, walking straight up to the Head table instead of sitting with her fellow Gryffindors. Professor Dumbledore smiled at her enquiringly.

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore. I would like to ask you a question, if that's okay?" Hermione said, smiling back at the old man.

"Good morning Miss Granger. Well, you've already asked me a question, but yes, you may ask another," said Dumbledore, chuckling. Hermione shook her head bemusedly. That joke was almost as bad as the serious/Sirius one, Hermione thought.

"I was wondering… Would it be okay for me to go and stay with Moony and Padfoot during the half-term holiday? I wanted to peruse Moony's private library."

"And discuss their wedding plans? Ah, yes, I know all about it. Besides me and Professor McGonagall, you are the only one who knows about their engagement. Only a very few others knew about their actual relationship, though I understand that was a rather amusing story." Professor Dumbledore said quietly. Hermione's eyes flickered to Professor McGonagall, who frowned at her. She gulped.

"Actually, no Professor, that certainly was not amusing in the slightest. I couldn't look them in the eyes for days. And I never felt quite comfortable sitting on the sofa in the drawing room, either." Hermione blurted, covering her mouth and blushing furiously after speaking.

Professor Dumbledore started laughing delightedly. "Ah, I suspect that would be Sirius' doing. I understand he rather embarrassed Remus while they were at school with his uncontrollable public displays of affection. Hmm, where were we before talking about Remus and Sirius' wonderful news… Ah, yes, you may go and stay with them."

"Thank you, sir! Much appreciated. Will you want to let them know, or shall I?"

"Oh, I'll do it, Miss Granger. I have wanted to speak to Remus for a while. I'll set up the Floo Network for you so that you can leave from my office."

"Brilliant, sir, thank you so much!" Hermione smiled, genuinely excited to see her friend again. Because no matter whether Remus was nearly twenty years older than her, or the fact that he was her Professor back in Third Year, Remus Lupin was one of Hermione's best friends. He was the only person that she could talk about books with, and he wouldn't get bored. They were both perfectly comfortable sitting in silence together, and they did that rather often, when they weren't talking about new potions, or theories, or new laws regarding Werewolves. Remus had also helped Hermione with a lot of her problems over the past three years.

"Not at all, Miss Granger," said Dumbledore, interrupting Hermione's thoughts. "Oh, and I should tell you, Professor McGonagall is disappointed in you for the prank you pulled yesterday, but you are still very much in the running for Head Girl-ship. It's good to release control sometimes, Miss Granger, and despite the… delicate nature of the prank, it was rather amusing. You may go and eat now."

"Thank you, Professor." Hermione said. As she sat down at Gryffindor table, she was still thinking about Remus. She knew that their friendship blossomed from the crush she'd had on him whilst he was her teacher. She'd constantly be in the Defence classroom, discussing essays or new topics. They would often have conversations on the way to classes from breakfast, or lunch. It was in the summer before her Fifth Year that they had truly become friends, discussing the latest paper in Transfiguration Today. He had challenged her opinions, and they had a full debate at the kitchen table in Grimmauld Place, capturing the attentions of the entire table before everyone realised that they weren't discussing anything interesting at all.

"Hermione!" Harry yelled in her ear. Hermione jumped violently, hitting her knee very hard on the underside of the table.

"Fuck! What were you saying, Harry?" Hermione asked, gritting her teeth as she rubbed her knee. She poured herself a bowl of cereal and retrieved a Charms book from her bag.

"I was asking if you're going to see your parents during half-term. I know you normally go, but if you weren't going to go this time, Hogsmeade is officially open for Sixth and Seventh Years for the entire holiday and we plan to make the most of it." Harry said excitedly. Ron nodded in agreement, his mouth full of sausage.

"You can." Ginny grumbled. Hermione shot her a sympathetic glance, which was returned with a small smile.

"Actually, no, I'm not going home, or staying here. I'm going to Grimmauld Place." Hermione said. Her three friends fell silent.

"What? You're going to see my godfather?" Harry asked quietly.

"Hey, don't get so possessive. You spent all summer there, and you're going to stay with them for Christmas. I'm going because I want to see Remus. He's one of my closest friends and I haven't seen him since last Christmas. Plus, I want to take full advantage of his library and I'm itching to talk to him about the newest paper in Transfiguration Today. None of you want to talk about any of that stuff. Remus is the only person that likes talking about books, or new laws, or anything like that. Besides, I need to thank Sirius anyways. He's the reason Draco was running around the Great Hall naked yesterday, getting pelted by snowballs." Hermione said. She turned back to her breakfast and her Charms book, ignoring the silence that persisted between her and her friends.

"Hermione, do you have a crush on Lupin?" Ginny asked, without looking at her.

Hermione burst into peals of laughter, attracting the attention of the entire Gryffindor table. They didn't often hear Hermione laugh like that. "Are you mental? Of course I don't! He's one of my best friends. I feel for him how I do for Harry and Ron." Hermione was still laughing, and Ginny visibly relaxed, as did Harry and Ron.

"Sorry I reacted like that, Hermione. It's just that we barely see you anymore. You're always studying, and if you're not doing that, you're with Draco. Not to mention the fact that I really miss Sirius." Harry whispered to her. Hermione patted his arm gently.

"It's fine. You'll see him soon enough anyways; Christmas is only a month and a half away. Do you have your Cloak, Harry? I've just seen Draco come in, and I want to leave before McGonagall suspects me of another prank. I'm still going to do it, but I don't want her to pin it on me, which she won't if she sees me leaving." Hermione winked at Harry, who grinned back at her.

"Sure. I can't wait to see what you do to him next." Harry passed her the silver Cloak, which she stowed in her robes before anyone could see. She finished her cereal and waved to all of her friends, telling them loudly that she'd see them in Charms, which was their first class of the day. She strode out of the Great Hall, and she thought she could almost feel McGonagall's gaze on her back. She noticed as she walked that no one seemed to remember the prank she had pulled yesterday, except herself, her friends and presumably, Draco.

Once she had climbed up to the second floor, she hid behind a suit of armour and put on the Cloak. She ran back down to the Great Hall to see that it was mostly full, and that Draco was still there. I think it's time to put my plan into action, Hermione thought.

"Wingardium Leviosa," whispered Hermione. She was standing in the middle of the Great Hall and within seconds, Draco was levitating over Hufflepuff table to land just in front of her. He looked confused, and Hermione smiled. "Sorry," she whispered, and he jumped.
"Colloshoo," Draco's shoes stuck to the ground.
"Tarantallegra," Draco started dancing, awkwardly, because his shoes were still stuck to the floor. Hermione muttered the counter curse to stop him dancing, and he looked relieved.
"Rictusempra," Draco was crying with laughter, wriggling to try and stop the tickling sensation. Hermione cast the jelly-legs jinx, which made him wobble like jelly while he was still wriggling against the tickling jinx.
"Steleus," Hermione whispered, and Draco started sneezing furiously, whilst still wobbling, causing his legs to bend horribly every time he sneezed.
"Anteoculatia," She whispered, and then hit him with the Leek jinx, so while his hair turned into large white-blonde antlers, his ears were also growing large, green leeks.
"Densaugio," Hermione whispered. Draco's teeth started to grow, and Hermione felt a surge of smug delight fill her. So this was what it was like to watch. She'd never truly forgiven Draco for making her teeth grow uncontrollably, although she had let Madam Pomfrey shrink them so that they were completely even, and she wasn't really defying her parents if she claimed to forget to tell Madam Pomfrey before it was too late.

Hermione had taken a step back to admire her handiwork. Draco had huge white antlers on his head instead of hair, and the colour contrasted with the huge leeks growing from his ears. He was still sneezing and his legs bent absurdly, causing a ripple to roll through his body, thanks to the jelly-legs jinx. Between every sneeze, he was laughing weakly, thanks to the tickling jinx, which was starting to wear off before her eyes. But Draco's teeth were still growing. She countered the jinx that stuck his shoes to the floor, and the jelly-legs jinx, and he sprinted as fast as he could towards the hospital wing.

Hermione frowned. Although the entire Great Hall was laughing as hard as Draco under the tickling jinx, she felt unsatisfied. The prank she had just played on Draco was nothing next to the one she had performed yesterday. Why does it always sound so much better inside my head? Hermione wondered bitterly. She walked to Charms, and while the corridor was empty, she took off the Cloak, folded it and put it in her bag, ready to give back to Harry. Hermione stopped outside, pretending to close the book she had in her hand, and was just putting it back in her bag when Professor McGonagall stopped beside her.

"Oh, good morning Professor," Hermione said glumly. McGonagall narrowed her eyes at her.

"Miss Granger. Are you responsible for what happened to Draco Malfoy this morning?" McGonagall wasted no time, did she?

Hermione sighed. It was an epic fail, anyways, she thought. "Yes, Professor, it was me."

"I expected it really, Miss Granger. It wasn't until you casted the tooth-growing jinx that I knew it was you. I remember when Malfoy hit you with it; I assumed you would want payback eventually." Professor McGonagall sighed.

"Are you going to give me detention?"

"No. It was rather funny, to be honest. However, it wasn't as funny as when James Potter and Sirius Black cast almost exactly the same sequence of spells on Sev- on a student, in their Fourth Year. Do have fun at Grimmauld Place in the holidays, Hermione." McGonagall patted her arm and wandered off, back in the direction of the stairs.

Hermione felt glum for the rest of the day, and she decided after Defence, which was her last lesson, that she would skip dinner and go down to the kitchen instead. Twenty minutes later, she was sat at the small table with a huge slice of chocolate cheesecake in front of her. As she ate, she thought about Remus and Sirius' engagement. It had taken them long enough; after all, they were together when they were at school. She smiled as she thought about their wedding, and Harry's reaction to the news.

"Hi, Hermione, nice prank earlier. Though I don't believe it wasn't as good as yesterdays." Draco said nonchalantly.

"Draco! Oh Merlin, you scared me. I see your teeth are returned to normal. I've wanted to get you back for that for years." Hermione smiled warmly, and indicated the seat opposite her.

Draco sat down and smiled at her. "Yeah, and the antlers are gone too, though they were actually kind of cool. You mind if I have some of that?" Draco pointed to Hermione's dessert, and she nodded at him. He conjured a silver spoon and dug in.

"So, what are your plans for half-term?" Hermione asked. Draco swallowed a mouthful of cheesecake before answering her. Hermione grinned at the smear of chocolate at the corner of his mouth and was going to tell him, before deciding she'd just let it be.

"I was going to stay here and spend as long as I could with you. What are you doing?"

Hermione felt her gut drop. "I'm going to stay at my friend's house. I haven't seen him since last Christmas, and I really wanted to go."

"Oh. Who is it? Are you going to stay with a muggle friend? Or is it someone who has already left Hogwarts? I can't imagine you doing your holiday homework in front of muggles who don't know about magic." Draco said venomously. Hermione recognised why he was acting how he was. Jealousy was radiating off of him.

"It's really none of your business, but your second guess is correct." Hermione said tiredly.

"Have you got history with him?"

Hermione felt her temper flare up. She pushed the rest of the pudding towards him, standing up so fast that her chair fell over. "No, I don't. Not that it would be any of your business even if I did have history with him."

"So who is it if you don't have history with him?"

"It's Remus fucking Lupin!" Hermione exploded. Then she realised what she said. "I'm going there to study! I need help with Defence and he's one of our old teachers! It's not like I can go to Snape for help, is it? Remus is the best teacher we ever had for Defence! An ex teacher, Draco, of course I have no history with him. That's not even mentioning the fact that he's engaged to be married. But like I said, it's none of your business."

"So you're going to stay with a werewolf!" Draco sneered.

Hermione gave her boyfriend a withering look. "And there I thought that you had changed. When you're ready to be mature and you deflate your ego a bit, we can talk. However, I have nothing else to say to you if you're going to go back to being a childish wanker. Fuck you, Draco."

Hermione stalked out of the kitchens, ignoring the little house-elves that clung to her robes, desperate to get her something else. She felt her eyes prickle with tears, and she rubbed her eyes angrily.

"How could he be such a dick?" Hermione muttered venomously, "I can't believe he'd think I had something going with Remus! I swear to God, if Draco carries this on, I'll kill him."

Hermione carried on grumbling to herself all the way back to Gryffindor tower, where she stormed to bed, ignoring all of her friends. She could feel bad about it in the morning, but for now, she was just too pissed off.

So, what did you think? I tried to make up for the crappy prank with a good old argument. Will Draco deflate his head, do you think? We'll just have to wait and see, huh?

Feel free to review.

Lottie.