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Third Chapter. I feel so proud of myself.
"Chicken Feathers?"
"Check. Twenty-four hour glue?"
"Check."
"This is going to be so great, Trin. Where'd you come up with this stuff?"
I shrugged, "Oh you know, here and there." Actualy I made it up on the spot, it was just my luck that they really liked it.
"Okay. Going over the plan now." Ron said. "First thing tommorow, before breakfast Me and Hermione set up the glue bombs set to go off after Dumbledore makes his morning announcements. While Trin, you sneak into the kitchen and pour the potion into the pitchers of pumpkin juice for the Slytherins and Snape only. Gin and Harry wait in the hall behind the Goblin Statue and say the magic words making the chicken feathers float down on to the screaming heads of the students and the professors."
Hermione was biting her bottom lip with a timid look on her face. "I can't belive we're doing this to the professors, we're going to be in so much trouble."
I grinned. "That's if we get caught. And you won't because you'll be in there with the little chickies, right?"
She nodded reluctantly still biting her lip.
"Alright guys, we've got a long day ahead of us. Get to bed." I said and gathered my books and stood up. They followed my example and started heading to their dorm rooms.
I didn't follow however and just as I was about to reach the portrait hole, Ginny called out, "Where are going?"
I turned around laughing a little. "Oh no where. Just to the Owlery, you know, to owl home. John must be worrying about me." I couldn't look into their eyes but just smiled all big and left them to stare after me.
I truly was going to the Owlery but not to owl John. I had to owl Draco. As much as the others hated him, he was still my friend and I couldn't let him be humiliated knowing I was a part of it.
I pulled out a torn sheet of parchment and quickly scribbled on it,
Meet me before breakfats in the Library. It's important. ~ Trinity.
I attached the piece of paper to a large barn owl and let it free out the window. I knew it would get to him before he went to sleep so I walked back to my room as quickly as possible whistling a little tune that I'd heard on the radio in muggle studies.
I was just about to get into bed when Ginny opened her bed curtains and said, "Who were you really owling?"
"What?"
"I know you didn't owl your uncle. So who were you really owling?"
I coudn't believe it, I was getting interogated by my own roommate. "What makes you so sure I didn't owl John?" I asked testily.
"Well for one, you said your uncle hated you as much as you hated him. And then you say he would be worrying about you? Second, the way your face turned red and you didn't look anyone in the eye when you said you were going to owl your uncle, sort of gave it away."
I groaned and snapped, "Can't I have any secrets around here?"
"Of course you can. I was just curious that's all."
"Well you win, I wasn't owling my unlce. But I'm not going to tell you who I was though. It's late, I'm tired and I won't be eating breakfast tommorow."
"Wait a second, " She said. " You said we were all going to get feathered."
Oops, I forgot about that. "Um, well, Madam Pince wants me to dust books because I forgot to return one. I've been putting it off for days, there's no way I can get out of it." It was partly true at least. Madam Pince had threatned me if I didn't return the book by tommorow then I'd have to dust books for a month. I figured I might as well get it over with because I had no idea where I had last placed, "Terror Through the Ages, A Telling of the Dark Wizards from the Twentieth Century."
"You're lying. You don't do it very well you know."
"Ugh, just drop it. I have to talk to someone tommorow and you guys weren't supossed to know. But seeing as though you have to keep butting into my buisness, then fine. You want to know so bad, I'm going to see Draco."
"Draco Malfoy?"
"Yes, Draco Malfoy. He's my friend and I can't let him get turned into a chicken and humiliated by my other friends."
I saw Ginny shake her head and smile a little. "I don't see how you guys can be friends when he's treated us like crap all these years. But you are allowed to have friends you know. We can't stop you," She took a deep breath and said rather reluctantly, "so if Draco is a great guy to you, then that's okay." I sighed in relief at least someone understood.
"Thanks." I said.
"No problem." She was silent and then she laughed. "But Draco?"
I threw a pillow at her. "Ginny, it's not funny."
She laughed harder and then she crawled under the covers with me on my bed. "So how did you meet him?" She asked.
I told her that I had met him at a family dinner. And John had made me dance with him and sit next to him. And how I told him I was going to be in Gryffindor. Ginny wanted to know how he had taken that so I said, "He didn't seem to like it at first but he did offer to help me."
"Help you with what?" She asked.
"I don't know." I lied. "Later that night we walked around the library and talked a bit." I yawned. "I'll tell you more later. I'm tired."
She rolled out of my bed and stumbled in the dark back to her own bed. "Goodnight Trin."
"Goodnight."
I snuck into the kitchen around seven thirty the next morning a half an hour before breakfast actualy started. House elves were running around frantically carrying tray of food in their arms above their heads. I was under the invisiblity cloak so they didn't notice me.
Taking care to walk on the outskirts of all the commotion, I searched for the table with the five barrels of pumpkin juice. It was all the way in the back wher no one was about. I could have laughed, how convenient.
I walked up to the table and eased the lid off the one that read, Slytherin, to dumpped part of the the vial's contents in. I was just about to leave when I heard a house elf shout in a screechy voice, "Scrappy! Don't forget that pumpkin juice barrel that says Slytherin is really the Gryffindor's barrel."
I stopped in my tracks. "Crap!" I yelled. The elves around me looked around for the source of my voice but didn't find it so they wentback to work.
I looked at my watch, Seven-fifty. Ten minutes until breakfast. I ran back to the table with the barrels and pulled the lid of the closest one to me, forgeting that they were labled. I dabbed a drop into it. I sighed, but then I saw the name on the side. Ravenclaw. Ugh, two minutes there wasn't time to find the right one. I was going to be so dead but I had no choice. I lifted every lid off the remaining barrels and put in the last little bit of the potion. They were definately going to kill me. The potion was supposed to make the person act and sound like a chicken. Well, at least I wouldn't be there. And neither would Draco. And the best part was there were cameras set up to take pictures of the scandle. Gryffindors, Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and professors alike would all be tranformed partialy into chickens and I had it all on camera.
I was so dead. I ran as fast as I could back to the Library hoping that Draco had listened to me and would be there waiting for me. He was. I burst into the Library laughing. He just stared at me.
"What's so funny?"
I leaned over with my head between my knees and held up my hand. I couldn't stop laughing.
"I got it-- I got..." I couldn't say it.
"Got what? Trin, got what?"
When I could breath again I told him.
"Well it's a good thing I signed up before I went to the kithen, otherwise I'm going to be so dead."
"People are going to hate us, just because we didn't get chickenized." He said between gusts of laughter.
"'Chickenized'?"
He shrugged. "Well you know. After today this day will become a schoolwide celebration. Trin, you just made history. They'll call it, 'Hogwart's Annual Celebration of the Chicken: The day Trinity Nation cuckoled every one.'"
I shrugged and said with an impish smile, "Well, you know."
He laughed.
I said, "Do you want to help me with the books? I have to have the history section done by the time they come looking for us."
"Alright." He said and stood up stretching.
"Draco?" I asked from on top of the ladder a little while later.
"Yeah?"
"What's your girlfriend's name?"
"Chelsey?"
"'Chelsey', you been together long?"
"Practically all my life."
"Truly?"
"No. Our parents are old friends and they decided that it would be good if we became a couple."
"Do you like her?" At the first dinner I got the imprsesion that he didn't.
"I guess I did at first. I mean, look at her, she's gorgeous. But that's not all there is to her. Underneath she's a cruel heartless girl, I just don't like her."
I could have cried I was so relieved.
"Does she always carry around that notebook? I never seen her without it."
"Oh yeah. Doesn't leave her room without it. She wants to be a reporter when she leaves Hogwarts."
"How nice. Watch out!" I just dropped a large dusty book. He ducked in time and the book hit the ground with a crash, sending up clouds of dust particals.
I laughed I couldn't help it.
"What's so funny?" he asked indignantly.
"You should have seen your face." I laughed as I came down the ladder to pick up the book.
He glared at me and I picked up the book. As I turned around, I felt his arms around my waist.
"Draco! What are you doing?" He tryed to pull me off the ladder but I held on tight.
He grunted. "I'm trying to get you to let go of the ladder so I can take the book up to it's shelf while you sit down here and laugh."
He still hadn't let me go so I turned and faced him, "Why would you want to do that?" I whispered.
He smiled teasingly, "So when I drop the book, I can laugh at your face." I laughed quietly and he kissed me.
I wasn't expecting him to do that. Everything in me wanted him to stop because he has a girlfriend, but instead my arms went around his neck and I deepened the kiss.
He groaned and pulled away kissing my closed eyes at the same time. There was a thump and three audible gasps from behind us, we whirled around.
There stood three giant chickens and one on the floor. Harry, Hermione and Ginny. Ron had fainted. Harry's emerald eyes, so like mine, snapped in furry while Hermione just looked shocked and hurt. Ginny smiled a little and grabbed Harry's sleeve to hold him back.
*** Ahhh! Cliffy. What will Harry do? I think I told you that I'd stop with the cliffies, but once again, I couldn't think of what should happen next.
The whole kissing thing just sort of happened. I totaly was not intending for them to kiss in the third chapter but I guess they were just in the right place at the right time.
A.N.: Read my other fic, Phoenix Tears. It's about Hermione going back twnety years to retrieve something but she falls in love with Remus. I love it, you should too, so read it and review. And while you're at it, You see that little button just under this? I know you do. Click on it and leave me a message. Toodles!
Next Chapter up very soon, I promise.
Third Chapter. I feel so proud of myself.
"Chicken Feathers?"
"Check. Twenty-four hour glue?"
"Check."
"This is going to be so great, Trin. Where'd you come up with this stuff?"
I shrugged, "Oh you know, here and there." Actualy I made it up on the spot, it was just my luck that they really liked it.
"Okay. Going over the plan now." Ron said. "First thing tommorow, before breakfast Me and Hermione set up the glue bombs set to go off after Dumbledore makes his morning announcements. While Trin, you sneak into the kitchen and pour the potion into the pitchers of pumpkin juice for the Slytherins and Snape only. Gin and Harry wait in the hall behind the Goblin Statue and say the magic words making the chicken feathers float down on to the screaming heads of the students and the professors."
Hermione was biting her bottom lip with a timid look on her face. "I can't belive we're doing this to the professors, we're going to be in so much trouble."
I grinned. "That's if we get caught. And you won't because you'll be in there with the little chickies, right?"
She nodded reluctantly still biting her lip.
"Alright guys, we've got a long day ahead of us. Get to bed." I said and gathered my books and stood up. They followed my example and started heading to their dorm rooms.
I didn't follow however and just as I was about to reach the portrait hole, Ginny called out, "Where are going?"
I turned around laughing a little. "Oh no where. Just to the Owlery, you know, to owl home. John must be worrying about me." I couldn't look into their eyes but just smiled all big and left them to stare after me.
I truly was going to the Owlery but not to owl John. I had to owl Draco. As much as the others hated him, he was still my friend and I couldn't let him be humiliated knowing I was a part of it.
I pulled out a torn sheet of parchment and quickly scribbled on it,
Meet me before breakfats in the Library. It's important. ~ Trinity.
I attached the piece of paper to a large barn owl and let it free out the window. I knew it would get to him before he went to sleep so I walked back to my room as quickly as possible whistling a little tune that I'd heard on the radio in muggle studies.
I was just about to get into bed when Ginny opened her bed curtains and said, "Who were you really owling?"
"What?"
"I know you didn't owl your uncle. So who were you really owling?"
I coudn't believe it, I was getting interogated by my own roommate. "What makes you so sure I didn't owl John?" I asked testily.
"Well for one, you said your uncle hated you as much as you hated him. And then you say he would be worrying about you? Second, the way your face turned red and you didn't look anyone in the eye when you said you were going to owl your uncle, sort of gave it away."
I groaned and snapped, "Can't I have any secrets around here?"
"Of course you can. I was just curious that's all."
"Well you win, I wasn't owling my unlce. But I'm not going to tell you who I was though. It's late, I'm tired and I won't be eating breakfast tommorow."
"Wait a second, " She said. " You said we were all going to get feathered."
Oops, I forgot about that. "Um, well, Madam Pince wants me to dust books because I forgot to return one. I've been putting it off for days, there's no way I can get out of it." It was partly true at least. Madam Pince had threatned me if I didn't return the book by tommorow then I'd have to dust books for a month. I figured I might as well get it over with because I had no idea where I had last placed, "Terror Through the Ages, A Telling of the Dark Wizards from the Twentieth Century."
"You're lying. You don't do it very well you know."
"Ugh, just drop it. I have to talk to someone tommorow and you guys weren't supossed to know. But seeing as though you have to keep butting into my buisness, then fine. You want to know so bad, I'm going to see Draco."
"Draco Malfoy?"
"Yes, Draco Malfoy. He's my friend and I can't let him get turned into a chicken and humiliated by my other friends."
I saw Ginny shake her head and smile a little. "I don't see how you guys can be friends when he's treated us like crap all these years. But you are allowed to have friends you know. We can't stop you," She took a deep breath and said rather reluctantly, "so if Draco is a great guy to you, then that's okay." I sighed in relief at least someone understood.
"Thanks." I said.
"No problem." She was silent and then she laughed. "But Draco?"
I threw a pillow at her. "Ginny, it's not funny."
She laughed harder and then she crawled under the covers with me on my bed. "So how did you meet him?" She asked.
I told her that I had met him at a family dinner. And John had made me dance with him and sit next to him. And how I told him I was going to be in Gryffindor. Ginny wanted to know how he had taken that so I said, "He didn't seem to like it at first but he did offer to help me."
"Help you with what?" She asked.
"I don't know." I lied. "Later that night we walked around the library and talked a bit." I yawned. "I'll tell you more later. I'm tired."
She rolled out of my bed and stumbled in the dark back to her own bed. "Goodnight Trin."
"Goodnight."
I snuck into the kitchen around seven thirty the next morning a half an hour before breakfast actualy started. House elves were running around frantically carrying tray of food in their arms above their heads. I was under the invisiblity cloak so they didn't notice me.
Taking care to walk on the outskirts of all the commotion, I searched for the table with the five barrels of pumpkin juice. It was all the way in the back wher no one was about. I could have laughed, how convenient.
I walked up to the table and eased the lid off the one that read, Slytherin, to dumpped part of the the vial's contents in. I was just about to leave when I heard a house elf shout in a screechy voice, "Scrappy! Don't forget that pumpkin juice barrel that says Slytherin is really the Gryffindor's barrel."
I stopped in my tracks. "Crap!" I yelled. The elves around me looked around for the source of my voice but didn't find it so they wentback to work.
I looked at my watch, Seven-fifty. Ten minutes until breakfast. I ran back to the table with the barrels and pulled the lid of the closest one to me, forgeting that they were labled. I dabbed a drop into it. I sighed, but then I saw the name on the side. Ravenclaw. Ugh, two minutes there wasn't time to find the right one. I was going to be so dead but I had no choice. I lifted every lid off the remaining barrels and put in the last little bit of the potion. They were definately going to kill me. The potion was supposed to make the person act and sound like a chicken. Well, at least I wouldn't be there. And neither would Draco. And the best part was there were cameras set up to take pictures of the scandle. Gryffindors, Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and professors alike would all be tranformed partialy into chickens and I had it all on camera.
I was so dead. I ran as fast as I could back to the Library hoping that Draco had listened to me and would be there waiting for me. He was. I burst into the Library laughing. He just stared at me.
"What's so funny?"
I leaned over with my head between my knees and held up my hand. I couldn't stop laughing.
"I got it-- I got..." I couldn't say it.
"Got what? Trin, got what?"
When I could breath again I told him.
"Well it's a good thing I signed up before I went to the kithen, otherwise I'm going to be so dead."
"People are going to hate us, just because we didn't get chickenized." He said between gusts of laughter.
"'Chickenized'?"
He shrugged. "Well you know. After today this day will become a schoolwide celebration. Trin, you just made history. They'll call it, 'Hogwart's Annual Celebration of the Chicken: The day Trinity Nation cuckoled every one.'"
I shrugged and said with an impish smile, "Well, you know."
He laughed.
I said, "Do you want to help me with the books? I have to have the history section done by the time they come looking for us."
"Alright." He said and stood up stretching.
"Draco?" I asked from on top of the ladder a little while later.
"Yeah?"
"What's your girlfriend's name?"
"Chelsey?"
"'Chelsey', you been together long?"
"Practically all my life."
"Truly?"
"No. Our parents are old friends and they decided that it would be good if we became a couple."
"Do you like her?" At the first dinner I got the imprsesion that he didn't.
"I guess I did at first. I mean, look at her, she's gorgeous. But that's not all there is to her. Underneath she's a cruel heartless girl, I just don't like her."
I could have cried I was so relieved.
"Does she always carry around that notebook? I never seen her without it."
"Oh yeah. Doesn't leave her room without it. She wants to be a reporter when she leaves Hogwarts."
"How nice. Watch out!" I just dropped a large dusty book. He ducked in time and the book hit the ground with a crash, sending up clouds of dust particals.
I laughed I couldn't help it.
"What's so funny?" he asked indignantly.
"You should have seen your face." I laughed as I came down the ladder to pick up the book.
He glared at me and I picked up the book. As I turned around, I felt his arms around my waist.
"Draco! What are you doing?" He tryed to pull me off the ladder but I held on tight.
He grunted. "I'm trying to get you to let go of the ladder so I can take the book up to it's shelf while you sit down here and laugh."
He still hadn't let me go so I turned and faced him, "Why would you want to do that?" I whispered.
He smiled teasingly, "So when I drop the book, I can laugh at your face." I laughed quietly and he kissed me.
I wasn't expecting him to do that. Everything in me wanted him to stop because he has a girlfriend, but instead my arms went around his neck and I deepened the kiss.
He groaned and pulled away kissing my closed eyes at the same time. There was a thump and three audible gasps from behind us, we whirled around.
There stood three giant chickens and one on the floor. Harry, Hermione and Ginny. Ron had fainted. Harry's emerald eyes, so like mine, snapped in furry while Hermione just looked shocked and hurt. Ginny smiled a little and grabbed Harry's sleeve to hold him back.
*** Ahhh! Cliffy. What will Harry do? I think I told you that I'd stop with the cliffies, but once again, I couldn't think of what should happen next.
The whole kissing thing just sort of happened. I totaly was not intending for them to kiss in the third chapter but I guess they were just in the right place at the right time.
A.N.: Read my other fic, Phoenix Tears. It's about Hermione going back twnety years to retrieve something but she falls in love with Remus. I love it, you should too, so read it and review. And while you're at it, You see that little button just under this? I know you do. Click on it and leave me a message. Toodles!
Next Chapter up very soon, I promise.