Disclaimer: Nope I don't own anything. Nope not at all…

(A/N: Wheee, this fic is actually getting quite good reviews! Which is surprising since this fic is nothing more than a warped version of an old format D/Hr fic. Never the less, I am very happy you lot seem to like it so far. My only hope is that you continue to enjoy it, even though it's not very original. I am trying to keep it slightly original by adding some of my own random weirdness, but it's a real task to do. So any way enough of my rant. Lets get on with it!)

That One Day Where Things Happen…

By The Redundant Goddess!

From The Mouth's Of Babes, Which Lacks Originality!

Up in her warm, cosy room, which was magically separated from the rest of the girls dorms, Hermione lay on her bed. Not crying, not smiling and not looking like she was going to murder the entire world single-handed. Nope. She just lay there, her feet just poking off the end of the rich red four poster bed, with a look of complete and utter shock, mixed in with a bit of despair and sprinkled on top with a large portion of "Can't be arsed"-ness.

She sighed as she rolled over onto her back and let her strained chocolate coloured eyes stare at the claret drapes that covered the roof of her enormous bed. She wasn't having a good day so far. Not only did that little S.O.B ruin my work, which doesn't look like I can repair now, but also NOW I have to send the ferret a bloody valentines card! A low annoyed hiss escaped her lips as she reached for a pillow to hug.

"Someone pinch me…" She groaned. "This has to be a nightmare brought on by too much study and other such delightful stuff. Me of all people getting to send Malfoy a card… How unoriginal is that for a punishmen-OWWWWWWWW!"

Hermione's grumblings were cut short when her faithful loveable, well not so loveable at that moment in time, cat Crookshanks decided to dig her claws into the troubled teen's dangling toes.  She sat up and glared at her odd-looking sidekick, groaning as she did.

"Jesus, Crookshanks! That was a RETORIHICAL QUESTION! Besides that wasn't even a pinch!"

Just as she finished scolding her cat, a certain red head girl popped through a painting, which hung on the wall directly opposite Hermione's bed, looking pleased as punch, which had been spiked with the entire contents of an Essex brewery, which believe you me is A LOT of alcohol.

"Hello there grumpy Gus, what's up with you then?"

 A very cheerful looking Virginia Weasely chirped. Her fiery hair, which had been tied up into two hair pony tails, seemed to bounce as she plonked herself onto the bed next to the miserable looking Miss Granger.  Hermione just sighed and rolled her eyes as she turned to face her younger friend.

"A better question, Miss Weasely, would be why you are out of lesson?" Her eyebrow raised, ready for a good grilling of the younger girl.

However Ginny just smirked and shrugged her shoulders.

"Potions looked boring, so I complained about having cramps, you know, women's problems, to Professor Snape. Bless him, he just doesn't like handling such, as he puts it, "Delicate" Issues, so he sent me to Madame Pom Pom's, who told me to go back to the dorms and rest awhile and that next time I should break a leg or something if I wanted to get out of potions." A cheeky wink followed. "And what's your excuse Miss Granger? Not like you to skive a lesson now, is it?"

The bushy haired one just gave a small smile to her friend. And collapsed back onto the bed.

"I have a free period, which has been cleared by Dumbledore himself. Just like this room being all mine and only mine. It's all above board and legal. Unlike some people I know."

Which was perfectly true. Since Hermione had gotten such a good score on her OWLS, Dumbledore thought it best that if Hermione wished to obtain the best NEWTS score at Hogwarts and beat the school record, it was a good idea to let her have her own room. So they did. Of course it wasn't as grand as what a Head girl would have gotten, but at the moment she was happy with it. At least it saves me from the chatter of Lavender and her mob…

The young girl just laughed and patted her friend gently on the arm, while letting Crookshanks sit on her lap.

"Come on." She smiled. "You can tell me what's up 'mione, you know that! I can probably guess what's wrong, but I don't want to contract Foot-in-mouth disease like my dear brother Ronald. So tell me in your own time. But make it quick because I have Herbology next and I don't want to miss that, now do I?"

Hermione couldn't help but smile. She let out a shakey, weak chortle and glanced at Ginny, who was busy stroking the tubby tiger with the grace of a cement mixer.

"I'll give you a hint. Valentine's day sucks."

Was all the brown haired girl could muster, without giving into the urge to go on a massive rant about how shit her day had been so far. However, it was enough for Ginny to, literally, pounce on what had been said. Her eyes lit up and squealed with delight, causing the poor robust ginger kitty to fall face first onto the floor.

" AH HA!" Ginny grinned. " I KNEW IT! Okay, spill it, who'd you get? Huh? Huh? Huh?"

Oh, great! The brainy wonder girl winced. An excited Ginny, this isn't going to be fun…

Hermione felt the urge to squeeze her pillow to the point of it exploding, but resisted and went for the strangle hold of death squeeze. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she breathed the person's name. Which of course Ginny didn't hear.

"Who?"

There was a snort before a, slightly, louder voice said that name again. Yet again, Ginny didn't hear.

"Say what? Come on girl speak up…"

There was a loud snarl before…

"DRACO BLOODY MALFOY!"

Poor little Ginny actually fell off the bed this time altogether and left Hermione wide eyed and panting heavily on the bed

"Geez, 'Mione, chill!"

The bushy one let out a long and breathless sigh and shrugged her shoulders in defeat.

"Sorry Gin, but I haven't really had a good day today and it's only half gone now. It can only go down hill from here."

As soon as the little Weasely managed to drag herself up from the floor and dust herself off, she plonked herself, yet again, back onto Hermiones bed. A strange silence fell between them both before it was broken by the sound of someone nearly pissing herself with laughter.

"HAHAHAHA…. Oh my God!… HAHAHAHA… You got… Hehehee…"

Hermione just let out a growl of annoyance and was very tempted to push Ginny off the bed, but decided not to. Think of clear blue crystal lakes… calm sea's…nice summery days…  Killing Malfoy…

"What's so funny?" The bushy haired one asked in a slightly disgruntled fashion.

But, Ginny just continued to giggle insanely.

" Malfoy! You got the most… how can I put it …er…"

Miss Granger slightly butted in.

"Annoying, pig head, egotistical, evil piece of…"

However, the young girl just waved her hand in a dismissive fashion and continued.

"No, no no." She coughed, trying to stop herself from laughing any more than she had to. " You know… he's…"

Suddenly our poor brown-eyed girl got the feeling she wasn't got to like Ginny's answer.

"What?" She cringed. This is going to hurt, I just know it is…

"…He's.. Cute."

Hermione gasped with shock as she heard Ginny utter those words that would later on, lead to her ultimate demise. She shook her head. Blinked a couple of times and then looked at her little friend as if she had transmogrified into ol' Voldie himself.

"I beg you pardon?" She said with a hint of a smile. This has to be some kind of joke. A sick twisted joke, but a joke it must be…

Ginny just smiled.

"You know, Cute. As in "Nice". Cute, meaning fitter than… oh I don't know, say Harry, Oliver Wood and that new DADA teacher put together. Cute as in… dare I say it, he has a nice bum!"

At this point in time Hermione didn't care if she let Ginny see her shudder with disgust or pull a face that look familiarly like a house elf being asked to go on strike. Her mind was working over time, due to anger, and now all this new information was turning her Nightmare into an absolute Terrormare!

"DEAR GOD!" Hermione cried. "That is foul, depraved and above all else… JUST WRONG!"

The little Weasely just giggled, as per usual, and shrugged her shoulders and replied.

"Oh come now! Haven't you noticed the certain "Bady Boy" appeal to master Malfoy of late? Plus the fact that he looks a lot like that blonde Vampire from that film we watched in DADA last week, you know Interview With A Vampire, does help him in the fit stakes. It's that hair that does it. Mmmmmm tasty…"

Hermione quickly jammed her fingers in her ears and ran out of the room singing "La la la!" Fearing her young and pure mind might have been tainted and warped by Ginny's, rather, disturbing set of statements. Of course, Little Miss Weasely didn't notice and continued to talk about Malfoy to a very bored looking Crookshanks.

Meanwhile, a rather, yet again, pissed off 6th year Griffindor girl pushed her way through the library, much to the dismay of Madam Prince, to her favourite study place. Grrrrr, Bloody Ginny! I knew this day couldn't get any better, but this is just ridiculous! Her legs moving quickly and her eyes dangerously narrow. It's just my luck I have to find out that Ginny is a secret Malfoy fan! How and where did she ever come up with that crap? Seriously! I am really considering telling Ron about it. I think Gin might need a trip to St Mungo's if she's not careful. I fear for her sanity, not too mention mine!

But luckily the Brainy-ac had made it to her secret sanctum of bookdom, which was basically a disused part of the library that usually held most of the spider population of Hogwarts. I say "Usually" due to all the Spiders fear of Miss Grangers ability to transfigure arachnids into anything she wished and at the moment that wish seemed to be a large arsenal of weapons.

As Hermione plonked herself down in an old, dusty wooden chair and opened up a page from "Day's That Go Down Hill: A Curse Or Something More Sinister?" and tried to settle herself. Unfortunately her mind wouldn't let up. Anger was coursing through her veins.

Stupid Dumbldore, Stupid Malfoy, Stupid Ginny, Stupid… RANDOM-ATOR 4000! I know this shouldn't be a big deal, but to be honest, it sucks! I hate the idea of having to give someone who is a total racist bastard something that is supposed to have a romantic meaning! Okay, giving Viktor a card was a bit of a mistake I agree, but Malfoy? What the hell is up with that? Life sure does stink when you're me…

However, although Hermione had made it to her other secret place of rest and study, things really weren't going to get any better. Especially then and there, just as our favourite student was finishing up a passage in her book.

"…Day's like these are commonly caused by events that the victim wish to change by any means possible and can also be projected onto one or more persons. Thus the persons become the Agent of a downhill day, which historically can lead to wars and such. For example the Great Pub Brawl of 1806 between Boggarts and Giants, which was caused by one Owl sent to both races from the Ministry, stating that Magical Creature Pubs were to stop serving alcohol and other narcotic substances at eleven PM sharp…"

Damn, poor things. I know how they feel though… She thought to herself with a small apologetic smile on her lips. She felt somewhat more relaxed and at ease, but there was always a chance that her urge to kill could rise again. I can defiantly understand the agent part. Wonder where he is?

"My my my!" A Drawling sarcastic voice called out. "If it isn't my favourite little Mudblood!"

Urge to kill… Rising!

(A/N: Yet again a not very original chapter, but still it was pretty messed up. *Grins* But if you liked the end of this chapter, the next one should not disappoint! Of course it still won't be original, but who cares! So till next time. PIES!)