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(A/N: Yes, the plot kicks up a bit now! YAY!)
That One Day Where Things Happen…By The Redundant Goddess!
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After the Library incident, our dear sweet innocent Hermione Granger was less than pleased. In fact she was down right pissed off. She missed lunch due to her futile efforts to calm her down and then in herbology she was so full of anger and annoyance that she didn't really take any notice of a poor Hufflepuff boy trying to have a conversation with her.
"…And then he goes into this really rather superb bass solo that's just sheer genius. It's a little basic, but it's really effective. Father says that if I do really well in the mocks this year then I can go see the Queens Of The Stone age live 3 times when they're here in the UK this summer Oh and… er…" Justin Finch-Fletchly had just spent the last half hour talking about his favourite band in this universe to a girl who was quite happily stabbing a depressed Da'tina bulb. She shook her head quickly and gave him the most evil looking glace known to existence. He gulped and then went back to his work in silence.
It seemed that Hermione was wrapped in her own thoughts and he decided not to talk anymore in fear of getting stabbed himself. Which was just as well, due to what thoughts were going through her mind at that point in time. That Git! How dare he! Putting me through all that! Dissing my Bravery and then chickening out at the last minute! That Git! Grrrrrrrr When I get my hands on him I am gonna rip him limb from limb. I'm gonna KILL HIM! Plus I have to send him a card! ARGH!
Luckily our dear bushy haired girl had calmed down just enough to sit through dinner without using the cutlery to kill certain people in the room. She ate quickly and retired to the Gryffindor common room, were everyone was baffled about the Valentines Day problem. As she walked in to the hustle and bustle of the warm and inviting common room she could hear her best friends talking openly about their predicament.
"I dunno." Said Harry, who looked rather glum slouching on one of the more comfortable armchairs. "This thing smells a bit fishy. I don't mind having to send a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw a card, but I dunno about a Slytherin. Not to say that I got to, mind. It's just isn't romance lost on a bunch of snake wannabe's?"
His red head friend, who was currently being pecked to death by his small little owl, nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. But I guess if you cursed the card they'd take it as a sign of affection as well." He chuckled and the whole room chuckled with him, apart from Hermione who was sitting on a windowsill considering her fate.
The black haired boy sighed. "You know its times like these, I think I would rather face Voldemort." He heard a couple of gasps but then he heard the chirpy voice of Ginny.
"Pfft, you are kidding? You-Know-who wouldn't touch you now. Not when Dumbledores in a lovely mood. It's probably the reason why he fears the old codger!"
The room was in an uproar of laughter, expect Hermione who yet again was wrapped in her ever-worrying thoughts.
Did I give him a challenge? Why the hell did he bother? What am I gonna do? Why do I care? Grrrrrrrrr what am I gonna do about this stupid card!
Meanwhile the common room was still in a loud fit of laughter. Even Neville was wetting himself so much so he didn't notice someone stamping on his foot.
"So who got who then?" Asked Seamus.
"I don't think we should tell. We'd only start taking the mick out of each other and that's hardly what I call fun. " Said Dean.
"Yeah good point." Ginny nodded.
"Though I pity the person who gets Malfoy" Grinned Ron.
Hermione flinched slightly, but no one but Ginny noticed, who was at the very second choking on a small sandwich she had pinched from dinner.
Harry tutted. "Na'h, who ever gets Malfoy should have a blast cursing and hexing the card they send him. Of course he probably won't mind, since probably knows all the counter curses for every dark spell known to man due to his popularity. I guess the only thing a person could do to him would be to scare him." He gave a shrug as looked at the roaring fireplace, while Hermione's grief stricken face was filled with an ever-growing evil smirk.
That's it! I'll play him at his own game! Muwahahhahahaha! Why kill the bastard when I can cause him long term psychological damage. I love my brain…
Suddenly she jumped up from the windows and grabbed the little Weasley and dragged her into her private room.
"Er… hi Hermione, hope your not still angry about earlier…" squeaked the poor fifth year. She obviously thought that Hermione was going to beat the living crap out of her. But before she could go on any further with her rushed apology Hermione cut her off.
"Shush!" She smiled. " Ginny I need your help, you're a good artist aren't you?"
Ginny nodded.
"Good, I'll get you some nice parchment and I'll tell you what I want drawn."
And so as Hermione set out to get her revenge on Malfoy, things seemed to be going all right for her.
Meanwhile…
In the dark depths of the Hogwarts dungeons, hidden in the darkest and scariest part, lay the Slytherin house Dorms. Where, in the almost empty cold common room, one Draco Malfoy sat reading a very familiar looking book.
"Dear god!" Screeched a bleach blonde girl. "What on earth are you reading Draco-kins?"
The natural blonde boy just gave a soft chuckle to the silly Pansy girl. As annoying as she was, Draco couldn't help but like her. In a friendship sense and nothing more you understand… Although it seemed that the young Malfoy heir and the odd nosed, well you couldn't really call her that any more, since her parents had given her a nose job for her birthday… Parkinson were very close, aka going at it like rabbits, there were, however, no truth to the rumours. They saw each other as equals on that front. Plus the fact both of them couldn't really stand each other's company for very long.
Draco rolled his cold eyes and glanced over his copy of "Hogwarts: A history." to look at his interesting "friend" who was wearing a very small amount of pink clothing.
"Why, my dear Pansy-poo." He smiled. "Just catching up on our fine school's history."
Pansy smirked.
"Yeah right, your up to something! I know you are! You always read and sit in that chair when you're up to something. Any way, why's the common room so empty?"
My, she really is quite dense…"Why do you think?" He drawled as he turned another page of his book.
Pansy did a quick look round to see the younger years peering out of some cracks in the walls, all shaking with fear.
"BOO" Shouted Draco and all the little eyes went screaming away like little mice running from a giant three-headed cat.
"Ohhhhhh." Whispered the scantly clad girl as she sat down opposite our favourite Slytherin Seeker.
Draco had gone back to reading his book and Pansy just starred at him. There was a silence. A long silence. Where Malfoy just lay there and read while Miss Parkinson just stared at him and starred at him and starred at him. Unitl…
"What?" He asked with an air of annoyance.
Parkinson just blinked.
"WHAT?" he asked again, this time letting his emotions get the better of him.
She smiled.
"So, you gonna tell me?" She asked in her sweetest voice.
"Tell you what?"
"Tell me what your up too?"
Draco smirked, having calmed down a bit.
"No."
The bleached blonde girl rolled her eyes and gasped.
"Oh come on!"
"Nope!" Was Malfoy's simple answer. He has started to grin, since he knew Pansy didn't like to be left out on his, somewhat, evil schemes.
Her eyes started to water a bit as she put on her best pout.
"Could you at least give me a clue? I'm guessing it's something to do with this silly idea Dumbledork's got and what your going to do to the person you got's card?"
Draco gave her a coy look.
"Maybe." He chuckled.
She sighed, again trying to look upset, when really she was getting frustrated.
"Awwwwwwwww, come on! One little clue. Like who is it you've got!"
"No."
"PLEASE???" She was practically on her knees at that point.
The young Malfoy smirked. How he did love to see people from a wealthy background begging him for some silly piece of information. Yet he just couldn't resist sharing some part of his evil scheme to his little sidekick.
"Oh fine then." He huffed and sat up, enjoying every minute of his little torture game.
"YAY!" She beamed.
"Okay, here's a little tiny hint, that I bet you'll get wrong any way."
"No I won't!" Pansy pouted.
He gave a small chuckle before whispering his clue.
"Bushy…"
"BUSHY?"
"Yes, Pansy –Poo. Bushy. As in hair."
Draco could see the sadistic grin of Pansy Parkinson playing on her pouty lips. It wasn't a particularly pretty expression Pansy was wearing and it made him a little nervous, but then, to his relief, she hopped up out of her seat and started to bounce up and down with glee. The grin completely wiped of her face and replaced with a demented look of cheerfulness.
"I know who it is!" She sang in a small, high-pitched sing songy voice. "And you thought I wouldn't be able to get it. NER NER NE NER NER!" She stuck her tongue out at him, which made the longhaired boy smile. It was his turn now.
"So." Smiled Malfoy. "Fancy telling me who you got from that stupid machine?"
But as soon as he had said that, the bouncy non-pug faced girl stopped bouncing and blushed to the badly dyed roots of her hair. A triumphant smirk spread across his face as he saw Pansy glare at him and run off to her dorm. With his peace and quiet restored the Sneaky Slytherin went back to his reading.
"Ah… peace at least." He breathed. "I don't know how Granger can read this book all the time, it's bloody boring." With that his eyes sparkled with merriment. Remembering what had happened earlier that day. He felt a small blush creep across his face when he remembered what he and his favourite mudblood nearly did, although he didn't get one thing. "Why was she so pissed off? Hmmpf must be that time of the month. But still… she is kinda cute when she's in a homicidal mood." An evil grin quickly replaced his blush. "I just can't wait for tomorrow…"
A little while later….
Once everyone in the Gryffindor common room had finished there business or had returned from going up to the owlery to give their owls the cards they had made, and had gone to bed. All was quiet. That was until one Hermione Granger, under one stolen invisibility cloak, stubbed her toe on a large box of Neville's forgotten underpants that his Grandmother had sent him. After a curse or two later, the sixth year quickly made her way to the owlery where she was about to set the final phase of her evil plan to get back at Malfoy into action. She grabbed the nearest looking school owl and attached a small white envelope to it's claw.
Hermione backed up slightly and looked at her handy work. Yes, she was in a good mood now. A very evil, yet good mood. She looked at side and saw the shadow ridden castle grounds. She smiled. For tommorow I will have my vengeance! The likes of which shall be known through out Hogwarts for many centuries to come… or until I leave school any way. Then she let a small dark chuckle before making her way back down to her warm bed, thinking tomorrow would be a good day. Little did she know, what horror she would have to go through…
(A/N: I have seen the Chamber of Secrets and I have to say it was a vast improvement on the first one. Although there were things I didn't like, for instance the spiders. HOW SCARY ARE THEY??? Dear god I nearly died when I saw those things running along after Harry and Ron at top speed! Any way it was all good, especially Lucius Malfoy, Mmm Mmmmmmm. Tasty! Any hoo, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and review it well. For the next one should be better! Hehehe. So until next time. PIES!)