Disclaimer: For the last time, Harry Potter is not mine! I'm just a kid with absolutely no life and a bad case of writer's block. But you can have the writer's block if you want.

A/N - This is the final chapter to Taito-sterone's prize/gift fic. He won my Digimon romance (Yamori) contest. Read his fic Wake up to a New Day. It's good. But first finish this. The last chapter described Hermione's plan for revenge. Now watch her carry it into action. But the question still remains, "Why didn't she pick something less dangerous?" You will find out.

Revenge is Sweet

By: Hopeful Writer

Hermione waited patiently outside the Great Hall for Malfoy to come out. When she saw the familiar blond boy, she immediately ran over to him. "Draco! Could I talk to you?"

Malfoy was taken aback. First, Hermione had called him Draco. Second, she was actually talking to him. "S—Sure," he answered, following her outside.

Piece of cake, Hermione thought happily. She gave half-smiles to Ron and Ginny, who were each in different locations making sure Malfoy didn't give her any trouble.

Once Hermione had led Malfoy outside and to the tree, she began a speech she had prepared early in the planning stages. She had used her skill at flattery. "Draco, I have to talk to you," she began earnestly.

"Go ahead," he prodded eagerly.

"I know we've had our differences in the past, but we must stop fighting. I simply can't bear it anymore. Because, Draco, I truthfully love you. Ever since we first met all I've thought about is being with you, near you. I always hoped you would feel the same way. Tell me you do, Draco." Hermione threw herself at him, pushing him into the tree. While Malfoy fumbled for words, Hermione slid the hook into his belt loop.

"Are you… serious?" he stammered, unsure of what else to say.

"No!" Hermione cried, cutting the rope, sending Malfoy flying into the air. She began to laugh as she pulled out a Polaroid camera and snapped the picture.

"You'll be in so much trouble when I tell Professor Dumbledore," Malfoy threatened angrily.

"You wouldn't, or I'll tell him about the Bludger incident last week."

"You wouldn't," he growled, as his belt loop tore and he landed, face-first, on the ground at Hermione's feet.

"Oh, yes, I would."

"What do you want, Granger?"

"Tell Harry that you didn't mean what you said on the train. He's still upset about that."

"Never," Malfoy hissed.

"Do it, or this picture goes everywhere," she bargained, holding the picture just out of his reach.

Malfoy sighed. "Fine, Granger, but you'll regret doing this."

* * * * * * * *

"You really didn't mean it?" Harry asked Malfoy for the fifth time.

"No, I really didn't mean it, Potter. You take things too seriously."

"Now, go away," Hermione ordered. Malfoy disappeared, glaring at the girl sharply as he did so.

Harry looked up sheepishly. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you guys when you told me," he apologized.

"Don't worry about it," Ron replied breezily. "Just don't let him control you anymore."

"Yeah, okay. Thanks a lot for getting me out of that. I just have one question. Why did you do something so risky, Hermione?"

She grinned. "This trick was pulled on me a few times when I was younger. I've been dying for the opportunity to do it to someone else. And, more seriously, Malfoy deserved much more than a slap in the face or a warning. He deserved this badly. I don't think he'll mess with any of us for quite a while."

"That's good."

"Hey, Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Who do you trust more? Us, or Malfoy?"

"You guys, Ron. Definitely you guys."

"That's what I like to hear."

THE END

A/N - I'm done! This took me really long and I'm really sorry, Taito-sterone. I hope you liked it. It didn't turn out nearly as good as I anticipated. I'm not very good at coming up with embarrassing moments. I'm not very good at following criteria, either, so this was a challenge. It was a good idea, though, and fun to write. So, everyone, please review and tell me what you think. Flames accepted, criticism appreciated, and compliments worshipped. Thanks!