Chronicles of The Muggleborn Mafia

by violetvolpe

Influence talked in this country. Influence was power and power came from money. - When Hermione decides to take matters into her own hands to fix Magical Great Britain, the first thing to come to mind wasn't creating a mafia but man if it didn't work just fine. [A 500 words or less series] [Cross-posted on Ao3]

40. Chapter 40

"Hey, Dean. Colins."

Dean fell down to the seat with me. "Got as much as we could."

"But will it be enough?" Colins asks.

I scoff. "Of course not. But it doesn't have to be enough right now it's all an incentive."

"Speaking of incentives: what's up with the Hufflepuffs carrying your shit?"

"Getting other people to do my work. Duh."

Dean took a swig from his "water" bottle. The smell of whiskey was a strong one. "Everyone's talking about it. Saying you're hosting some sort of tournament."

I knew my gamble would pay off. "I am. A one hundred percent dry UNO tournament with some snacks and drinks provided. Unfortunately," I smirk, "it's only open to Gryffindors which is the only house that knows how to play."

"You're being very open about it." Colin narrows his eye. "Too open."

"The key to doing illegal stuff is having a very much legal version."