I know, I know, it was evil of me to leave you on such a cliffhanger, but
trust me it's about to get interesting, so enjoy!
"Cho!"
The Ravenclaw smiled mischievously. "Draco!"
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Draco demanded in absolute outrage.
Cho began to giggle uncontrollably. Draco glared at her. "I'm glad you find this funny, you maniac, but I would like an explanation!"
Hermione placed a calming hand on Draco's shoulder. "You should have seen your face!" Gasped Cho. Suddenly all the lights came on and a single pair of hands clapping together slowly reached their ears from the entrance.
"Bravo Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore emerged from the blackened hallway to stand, illuminated, before the infuriated blonde. "You requested an explanation and so here it is." He gestured toward the dining table and from underneath came Professor McGonagall.
The Deputy Headmistress strolled curtly to the couple and amused 'killer'. She cleared her throat and Cho stopped her mirth fest. "This whole ball was a setup to test Miss Granger and your own skills, Mr. Malfoy."
"But our peers are dead!" Draco enunciated.
"Don't count your chickens before they hatch Malfoy." Caroled an all too familiar voice.
Draco whirled around "Potter!"
Sure enough Harry strode into the Hall trailed by Ron, Pansy, Neville, Crabbe, Ginny and Goyle all still adorned with their respective weapons and fake blood.
Rage lit Hermione's eyes when they rested on Harry. "Harry Potter! I am going to kill you! For real!" She lunged but Draco restrained her.
Dumbledore's blue eyes were sparkling with amusement as were McGonagall's. Hermione eventually gave up against Draco's strength and spun around to give McGonagall the full censure of her chocolate eyes.
"Wait a minute. Why test us? For what?" Minerva was unable to suppress a smile now. "I am glad you asked Miss Granger, you see you and Mr. Malfoy were chosen candidates to be head girl and head boy. This, of course, means that in a state of crisis you would know what to do. You handled the scenario quite well. You planned and even caught the murderer, very impressive."
Draco's silver eyes went frigid as they caught the gaze of his faithful servants. "Crabbe, Goyle? You went along with this?"
Goyle shrugged "They gave us food."
Draco rolled his eyes. "I sure to God hope that no axe murderer comes across you two and just happens to be carrying food, you two would go, 'Sure, you can chop my head off if you give me food'.
Hermione's brow furrowed "Speaking of which, I saw your head get chopped off Crabbe. How'd you pull that off?"
"Magic." Replied Dumbledore, obviously prepared for this inquiry. "With our help, the students quite masterfully faked their own deaths."
Draco's tension eased slightly "So, we're head girl and head boy now?"
Minerva nodded. "For next year, Mr. Malfoy."
"Was that really necessary?" Hermione asked before she could stop herself "Couldn't you just choose us for our academics?"
McGonagall laughed "No, believe it or not we run similar tests each year of course, we swear the ones who pass the test to secrecy."
"What about the ones who don't pass?" Draco mused aloud.
"We merely. . . . dispose of them." Replied McGonagall, with an evil glint in her eyes.
THE END!
Well, what'd ya think? I'm writing a romance next! I'm aiming for every genre if you can't tell! Thank everyone! Bye!
"Cho!"
The Ravenclaw smiled mischievously. "Draco!"
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Draco demanded in absolute outrage.
Cho began to giggle uncontrollably. Draco glared at her. "I'm glad you find this funny, you maniac, but I would like an explanation!"
Hermione placed a calming hand on Draco's shoulder. "You should have seen your face!" Gasped Cho. Suddenly all the lights came on and a single pair of hands clapping together slowly reached their ears from the entrance.
"Bravo Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore emerged from the blackened hallway to stand, illuminated, before the infuriated blonde. "You requested an explanation and so here it is." He gestured toward the dining table and from underneath came Professor McGonagall.
The Deputy Headmistress strolled curtly to the couple and amused 'killer'. She cleared her throat and Cho stopped her mirth fest. "This whole ball was a setup to test Miss Granger and your own skills, Mr. Malfoy."
"But our peers are dead!" Draco enunciated.
"Don't count your chickens before they hatch Malfoy." Caroled an all too familiar voice.
Draco whirled around "Potter!"
Sure enough Harry strode into the Hall trailed by Ron, Pansy, Neville, Crabbe, Ginny and Goyle all still adorned with their respective weapons and fake blood.
Rage lit Hermione's eyes when they rested on Harry. "Harry Potter! I am going to kill you! For real!" She lunged but Draco restrained her.
Dumbledore's blue eyes were sparkling with amusement as were McGonagall's. Hermione eventually gave up against Draco's strength and spun around to give McGonagall the full censure of her chocolate eyes.
"Wait a minute. Why test us? For what?" Minerva was unable to suppress a smile now. "I am glad you asked Miss Granger, you see you and Mr. Malfoy were chosen candidates to be head girl and head boy. This, of course, means that in a state of crisis you would know what to do. You handled the scenario quite well. You planned and even caught the murderer, very impressive."
Draco's silver eyes went frigid as they caught the gaze of his faithful servants. "Crabbe, Goyle? You went along with this?"
Goyle shrugged "They gave us food."
Draco rolled his eyes. "I sure to God hope that no axe murderer comes across you two and just happens to be carrying food, you two would go, 'Sure, you can chop my head off if you give me food'.
Hermione's brow furrowed "Speaking of which, I saw your head get chopped off Crabbe. How'd you pull that off?"
"Magic." Replied Dumbledore, obviously prepared for this inquiry. "With our help, the students quite masterfully faked their own deaths."
Draco's tension eased slightly "So, we're head girl and head boy now?"
Minerva nodded. "For next year, Mr. Malfoy."
"Was that really necessary?" Hermione asked before she could stop herself "Couldn't you just choose us for our academics?"
McGonagall laughed "No, believe it or not we run similar tests each year of course, we swear the ones who pass the test to secrecy."
"What about the ones who don't pass?" Draco mused aloud.
"We merely. . . . dispose of them." Replied McGonagall, with an evil glint in her eyes.
THE END!
Well, what'd ya think? I'm writing a romance next! I'm aiming for every genre if you can't tell! Thank everyone! Bye!
