Disclaimer: Nope I don't own anything. Nope not at all…
(A/N: This story is actually a challenge fic given to me by a Dear friend called Caz, who I shall embrace the hell out of during the course of this fic. Basically it's a good ol' Hr/D fic, set on Valentines Day during their sixth year at hogwarts and Hermione has to send Malfoy a card. An Inscription has to appear in it, which is " Roses are red. Violets are blue. Shut your trap. 'cause I'm better than you!". Also Harry has to stay single till the end of the fic. If you want to take part in this lil' challenge, feel free. I am sure Caz would be interested! Now, on to the main event!)
That One Day Where Things Happen…Random Events Just Don't Happen When Dumbledor's Involved!
It was a cold winters day at Hogwarts School Of Witch Craft and Wizardry. The grounds were still covered with a thick blanket of snow, even though it was February and nearing the end of winter, and the castle windows glistened with the icicles that adorned them. But it was February and the cold weather couldn't be considered a bad thing, well not after this mornings breakfast any way.
The main all was heaving with students, big and small, that morning. All complaining about this that and the other, with two or three students commenting on the bewitched ceiling every once and a while. They had all managed, just about, to get out of their warm beds and had made their way through the cold dark corridors of the icy castle, to the loud and not so warm surroundings of main hall. All looking for some warm and wonderful Hogwarts food. Unfortunately they weren't to find any. Much to the dismay of everybody, including some Sixth year Griffindors.
"Dude this is weak!" a certain red head boy cried out as he flung himself into his seat, who was closely followed by a bleary eyed looking Green-eyed boy.
"You're telling me. I was looking forward to some really nice hot bacon or hot sausages… or something that had been heated by an oven!"
Both boys heard a small "tut tut" as a small-ish red head, who happened to be female, sat down happily in between them.
"Oh, come one you two! It's not the end of the world and here's me thinking the great Ron Weasley and the Harry Potter could survive without having breakfast yet." The girl smiled.
Ron coughed and glared at his little sister Ginny.
"Listen here you! I wouldn't be complaining if I were you. If it wasn't for the fact we, meaning me and the boy who you fancy…"
"Hey!" Harry growled.
"… Weren't up half the night trying to find your damned charms essay on objects that have a life of their own, We wouldn't need the delights of a warm mouthwateringly huge breakfast!"
Ginny sighed and rolled her cute little eyes.
"It's not my fault Fred and George switched my usual parchment for their home made, walk about stuff."
Just then the little Weasleys stomach gave a large growl, which in turn caused her to blush, which of course caused her older, and slightly sadistic looking, brother to give a triumphant smirk.
"Oh my! Look who's growling now?"
There was a small curse word, which was followed by Ginny smacking her older brother around the head at full force. After her random act of older brother bashing, Ginny narrowed her eyes and looked thoughtful for a minute.
"Hmmmmmmm, although I can't say I'm not worried about the lack of service around here." She said in a rather matter of factly way and then looked to Harry, who was currently seeing if his best friend was still in the land of the living, and asked. "What do you think is going on?"
"Well" Said Harry whilst poking Ron in the arm with his wand. " I don't really know Gin." He smiled suddenly and looked at her, his eyes lit up with humour. "Perhaps Hermione managed to get the House elves to strike!"
They both let out a good loud laugh, which lasted for a few moments until they stopped and looked at each other quite seriously. Their eyes full of panic as they looked around the hall trying to find any table with food, which of course were non existent. Then they both managed to breathe
"No way…"
That was until Hermione made her appearance at the Griffindor table, which caused both Harry and Ginny starred at the bushy, well not so bushy, haired one, who had just sat down directly opposite them. As she finished piling her notes and books into a neat stack she suddenly got the feeling someone was starring at her and gave both Griffindors the famous Granger raised eyebrow.
"What?" Hermione shrugged.
But as both Harry and Ginny were about to ask the brainy wonder herself where the food was a loud clinking sound could be heard coming from the teachers table. The hall fell into a complete tomb like silence as the great, yet strangely happy; Professor Dumbledor prepared to greet the school.
"Hello everyone" He smiled, in his usual "I am so much cunning than you" way. "Do not fret about the breakfast, it'll be along here shortly, I just wanted to make sure I had your complete attention. Since what I have to say is rather… important and I don't think even I could compete with the wonders a good English breakfast can offer."
Nearly everyone, except Ron, who was a tad spaced out at that point, all thought the same thing. DAMN STRAIGHT!
"But, since I have your attention now, I shall try to keep this short and sweet, so you can enjoy a delicious warm and savoury meal."
Mouth's had begun to water.
"Well, as you all should know, tomorrow is a wonderful day!"
The students looked at each other with the look of complete and utter confusion, which was written all over their little, innocent, or in some cases not so innocent, faces. Dumbledor just sighed happily.
"It's VALENTINES DAY!"
A great "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" followed.
"Since it is such a special day, a day in which all should share, I have therefore decided that…"
And as his blue eyes began to sparkle in that way which meant something either good or bad, but probably bad, was going to happen a loud mental "Uh-Oh" Could be sensed from all the people in the room, that went for teachers as well.
"… This year you are all going to send each other Valentine cards!"
A loud "Phew" Could be heard, especially from the teachers' table aka Professor's Snape and McGonagall.
"You'll only have to send one mind." The old wizard continued with a thoughtful yet humours tone. "It'll be like a Secret Santa! Yeah! But… that means, you don't get to choose whom you send your card to. Nope, the person who you shall send that card to shall be chosen at random by my new gizmo that the Ministery have just sent me!"
And with a quick wave of his frail yet agile hands an odd looking machine appeared, which looked suspiciously like a lottery machine with lots of glitter glued onto it.
"Doesn't it look spiffy?" The rather too cheerful grey haired wizard grinned. "Now, all you have to do is walk up to the machine, point your wand at it and the machine shall pick your Secret valentine and it's all totally random!"
At this point most of the older students were just about ready to try and commit suicide, knowing that practically all of Dumbledor's schemes were not just random events and that they had some hidden meaning that only he would reveal right at the very end of their torment. While the younger years just wanted their food and the teachers just wanted to retire.
"Well then, you shall all use the "RANDOM-ATOR 4000" at break time, which gives me plenty of time to read the manual and have Mr Filch set it up outside the library. So until then, Happy eating!"
With Dumbldors, somewhat, scary speech over the familiar hand movements followed and gave the students what they really wanted. Lots and lots of very hot and simply divine food. As they all tucked in, or rather started to eat like pigs at a pig trough, a certain few started to get the feeling the not so random or for that matter original event was going to turn out in their best interests. Needless to say, they were afraid. Very afraid.
(A/N: Next chapter coming up real soon, but if you like it so far, please feel free to review. Go on, before I start learning the unforgivable's! Lol. Pies!