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(A/N: It's the beginning of the end… MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!)

That One Day Where Things Happen…

By The Redundant Goddess!

The V-Day Landings!

Morning had made its way to the large castle of Hogwarts and the sun was shinning brightly, although it was still bloody cold. It's students waking to the horror that was Valentines Day. Now normally Valentines day wasn't really much too shout about, but since Dumbledore's brilliant, if a little, misguided idea to use the "RANDOM-ATOR 4000" for a special holiday use, everyone lived in fear of going to down to breakfast and receiving they're mail. Apart from the odd one or two students, who had come up with brilliant plans to… make their day go down well. One student in particular would be one Hermione Granger.

The now awake miss Granger smiled as she got out of bed. Knowing that today of all days, the day which had got her so pissed off the following day, would not phase her one bit, even though she did have to send a card to someone who was not in her good books and never would be by the looks of it. Her plan was simple yet effective. Her weapon was not magical in any way, but the real sting was clever and had a personal edge to it. It's just so… me!

So as Hermione made her way down to the great hall for, hopefully, a nice warm relaxing start to the school day. She felt nothing but sheer… smugness. She was dripping smugness everywhere. Nothing could spoil her mood. Or could it?

Once all the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had sat down to, thankfully, a large hot breakfast of sausages, bacon and all the other fatty components needed for a good full English breakfast. Each and every one of the teenagers waited nervously for the owls to arrive with the post.

Of course the hall was decked out with a whole load of Valentines decorations. Pink and red hearts everywhere the eye could see. Even Dumbldore was dressed in a red and pink outfit, with his hat pinned with a small blushing cupid. Of course all of the other members of staff were normally dressed and were trying to avoid eye contact with their rather odd employer. Especially Professor Snape.

But apart from that everything was just peachy. Then it happened. A hundred or more owls flew from the lofty ceiling and down to the waiting people below. Not that anyone would mind on another day, but today the sounds the owls made as they delivered their "Precious" cargo made everyone jump, scream and possibly cry. Apart from Hermione, who was currently dipping a sausage into a large dollop of tomato sauce with the same smug look on her face. La la la la… I am so great. Ner ner ne ner ner Malfoy!

Hundreds of brightly coloured pieces of parchment and other assorted bits and pieces fell into the laps of the unsuspecting witches and wizards of Hogwarts. Some of them sang on arrival and some blew up and the smoke from the explosion formed pretty patterns. But most just made people either blush, cry or smile and that went for the teachers as well. Hermione was sure she saw Professor Sprout blush to her rots when she saw her card burst into a beautiful bunch of exotic flowers. From Neville no less…

 For instance a very pink card that one Ronald Weasley received created such a reaction he had to leave the room holding his nose, which appeared to be bleeding. Hermione raised and eyebrow and glanced over to the Slytherin table, since they where the only table quite happy to send hexes to anyone, to find one Pansy Parkinson blushing from head to toe. Oh dear god! That's just wrong… The same symptoms could be found in Harry Potter, as he read his red card out his eyes bulged from their sockets and he nearly jumped for joy. Looks like some poor girl is offering to be his girlfriend even though he has a very short life expectancy. Go Harry!

Everyone seemed to be reacting differently, however as Hermione would soon discover, she would be one of the few that wanted to commit murder after she had read hers.

A small-ish browny black owl swooped down and carefully landed on Hermione's head with a hoot and a peck, which the bushy haired one thought was quite cute. After carefully removing the very expensive looking envelope from the owl's leg she watched it take off before studying the card further. It was a very clever design. Nice parchment with little red hearts that would flash at random. Who ever did this would have to be pretty damned smart to pull of a charm like this. It's quite difficult even if I do say so myself…When she opened it a puff of sweet smelling reddy coloured smoke wafted out and the card was even more impressive. A brilliant goldy colour that kind of looked like it was made of pearl and the writing on it looked so detailed and intricate, although Hermione could tell that it had in fact been hand written then charmed. However what was actually written was what pissed off our dear Miss Granger.

" I've got a secret I cannot say,

Even though you were mad,

I'll forgive you for yesterday.

Happy Valentines Day to the smartest witch ever!

Love

???"

Hermione could feel her face burn and her body shake with anger. Her eyes filled with an unholy flame of supreme anger known to the living world. She gripped the card tightly in her hand. She was pissed off. Actually she was beyond pissed off. She was…Very very very furious. And that's how Hermione's happy Valentines Day turned into a worse version of the day before. However it was the end of breakfast and the beginning of that day's first lesson, which happened to be Care of Magical creatures with Slytherin…

After a few minutes of the extremely, scarily in fact, happy Hagrid talking about what they were going to do for that lesson, which was pet some lonely baby winged weasels known as Essex Imps, Hermione sat down with her partner, Harry, since they didn't have enough imps for everyone, and started to stroke the blue-ish looking rodent. She found her anger leaving her as the imp lovingly purred at her attentive fingers petting it's velvety soft fur, although her annoyance wasn't leaving any time soon. That was due to Harry's incessant talking about how he might actually get a girlfriend out of this whole experience. However relaxing stroking the cute little weasel kit was, Hermione couldn't help but have that card's words in the back of her mind. It was bugging her like hell.

Who would send something like that? It can't have been Harry or Ron or anyone else. Those charms and spells that were used on the card were way to advance for them, not being rude or anything. Nope it has to be someone who is very intelligent and studies a lot… or not I guess. No it could be him.  The brown-eyed girl gave a shudder, which shook the little fur ball on her lap that it gave a small yelp, No… he wouldn't. Although. No. Malfoy wouldn't bother he'd do something much worse or would he? He has been acting weird lately. He wasn't his usual self last night I mean he nearly… Yet again Hermione felt her cheeks heat up, only this time to blush.  er… better not think of that.

Unfortunately the calming lesson of petting the cute little Essex Imps had finished, which Hermione was kind of glad of since Harry wouldn't shut up, Ron and Pansy just kept blushing as they stroked their giggly little Imp kit and Hagrid kept looking at two cards. One of which had pair of handcuffs on the front and the other… well she didn't want to know quite frankly. However he thoughts on Malfoy were interrupted by the boy himself when Ron accidentally tripped up and landed in front of Malfoy after he though Pansy had just blew him a kiss.

"Oh look." The familiar drawling voice said. " A Weasley on dirty ground beneath my feet. Why doesn't that surprise me?"

Of course the usual thing happened. Ron jumped up and Harry, Dean and some others had to hold him back before he could get a chance to touch Malfoy, which of course caused the Slytherins, expect Pansy and Malfoy, to laugh.

"And here's me thinking Malfoy's knew what is was like to be low and dirty and to roll around in the mud!" Shouted Seamus.

"Please." Scoffed Malfoy. "Come up with something more original."

"Fine." Shouted Harry. " Who would have thought a rich and supposedly powerful wizard would get banged up in Azkaban for tax evasion? I thought you were supposed to be rich and not cheap!"

At this Malfoy just laughed.

"Do you really think I give a damn about my idiot of a father? My Potter, your insults become worse everyday." He sneered, but as he walked away with the other Slytherins he turned round to Hermione and gave her a quick smile and a wink. His face completely drained of all malice. This left her very confused and yet again annoyed. What the hell was that about? He didn't even start on me? GRRRRRRRRRRR…

Arithmancy was next and all she could think about, besides from numbers and so forth, was Malfoy and that card. What the hell is going on? This card is freaky and could have been written by him, but I mean… he couldn't of? That's just too unoriginal for words. Although that wink did seem to indicate something. Although what I have know idea…

Luckily break followed soon after her deep and meaningful lesson. She had finally decided that it whoever made the card was indeed talented, but it wasn't Malfoy and she was only jumping to that conclusion due to his weird behaviour yesterday. Although the lines did seem to point out that the someone who did write the card knew she was in a foul mood. However her reason or denial told her that anyone could have known she was in a foul mood yesterday.

But as Miss Granger considered all the factors behind the card and it's possible origins she was knocked over by another person.

"Sorry." She muttered to the person she had collided with, who happened to be one Pansy Parkinson, who was just straightening her skirt.

"Geez Granger!" She snarled. " Don't you ever watch where you're going?"

But Hermione was too busy picking up her things to worry about what the bleach blonde tart was squawking at her. More importantly she was looking for that damned card. Of course when Pansy saw her finally pick up the wretched bit of parchment, she gave a hideous smirk.

"My my, Granger! Got a boyfriend?" She teased with an annoying high-pitched tone. Hermione just rolled her eyes.

"Grow up Pansy please…"

But Pansy just giggled.

"Bet you don't know who's it from do you?"

" Er Pansy I think that's the point of this whole secret Valentine thing."

Yet again the blonde girl just gave a horse like giggle.

"But what if I told you I know who sent it too you, Bushy!"

Hermione stopped dead. She looked at the girl, who had an insanely stupid grin plastered on her face, with a sharp and piercing glare.

"You what?"

"I know something you don't know." Pansy chanted to herself until Hermione whipped out her wand and pointed it at her.

"Pansy…" She growled. " If you don't tell me…"

"Geez Granger!" The irritating blonde whined. "No need to point that thing at me, although I am sure Draco would love that kind of thing. I am sure he wrote something like that in your card. Toodles!"

And with that Pansy left Hermione to be with her thoughts. And those thoughts were along the lines of…

Kill Malfoy!

(A/N: Oh my, Do you really think Hermione is gonna kill Draco or is something else going to happen? Who knows, Well I do, but then I know the ending so…. Yeah. Well any way if you liked this chapter then you'll probably like the next one. So please do review by clicking the box below. If you do not review I will set a whole load of my own personal supply of fully-grown Essex Imps upon you. Either that or I stop writing this thing. Either way I hope you enjoyed. So until next time. PIES!)