"Are you serious?" Draco Malfoy laughed, "Hermione Granger, that trash bag? Have a crush on me? Oh that is rich." He exclaimed to Crabbe and Goyle. They really weren't as stupid as everyone thought them to be, it was a part they were forced to play by their fathers. It was really because Crabbe and Goyle's fathers had lost a bet to Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, and thus having the two children be a slave to Draco.
"Quite serious. We heard her in the bathroom talking to Parvati." Crabbe said, smiling mischievously.
"Wait a minute, what were you two doing in the girls bathroom?" Draco said, raising an eyebrow.
"Checking the faucets?" Goyle said, blushing.
"Yes, I am certain of that." Draco sighed. "Well, what can we do to her to make miserable?" Draco raised an eyebrow, "We should fill the girl's showers with Veratisium Potions and let her make her love for me an announcement." Draco started laughing, a mental image of his prank playing in his head.
"But how would we know to get her, not the other Gryfindor?" Crabbe asked, smiling.
"We could lock her in once she got there and that would assure that no others would suffer the effects, although that would be quite amusing." Goyle spoke up.
"Quite indeed." Draco said quietly, "So this plan of ours, it goes into play tomorrow, ok?" He looked around at his two "slaves" and an evil smile spread across his innocent looking face.
"Tomorrow it is." Crabbe and Goyle replied at the same time.
***
Hermione Ange Granger's eyes fluttered open as she woke up. She winced, why is it that my bed has to always be under the direct sunlight in the mornings? She complained. The hot sun was beating down on her face and she could feel her Anti-Sun Burn spell wearing away. She must have overslept. She ran to the common room and found it deserted; her hair was frizzy and flying into her eyes. She muttered a quick frizz-less spell and ran to the showers.
"Accio special shampoo." She yelled as she ran into the showers. Her shampoo appeared right next to her and she smiled, at least she could do something right. Hermione glanced around the room and then realized that she had forgotten her towel. She ran out of the showers in a robe and went down to the laundry for towels.
***
Ginny pushed open the shower room door, delighted to find it empty. She quickly locked the door and turned on the steaming hot water. She undressed and glided into the shower, much to her surprise, the water tasted funny. She heard laughing, probably a class that I am late for laughing, just my luck, we have a fun class when I'm not there, she thought. She gulped down the odd water, it was quite tasty, but it made her heart hurt.
After her shower was over she got dressed and then saw a Magic Mic by the sinks. What the hell? She eyed it from afar and was creeping next to it when someone behind her moved.
"Who's there?" Ginny said, not turning around.
"Who do you want to be there?" a drawling voice answered.
"Draco Malfoy." Ginny gasped as she said that.
"You don't sound like Hermione." Draco whispered. Ginny gasped and she unraveled the towel that was hiding her hair, her scarlet hair. She heard Draco breathe in, hard.
"What the hell?" Draco said, loudly.
"Excuse me? I believe I should be asking the questions." Ginny said defiantly.
"That may be true, but how do you know that I will tell the truth? I know you will." He said, smiling evilly. Damn, that smile must be trademarked, Ginny thought.
"Well, I guess I can make the best out of this situation, in honest truth, I wanted Hermione hear, not you, oh sister of Weasel." Draco smirked. Ginny just glared, she knew what kinds of questions were coming.
"Do you love anyone at this school, no family does not count." Draco looked up waiting for an answer.
"Yes." Ginny bit her lip; she did not want to be in this situation. She grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room, first fumbling with the lock. Draco stared after her, he ran out of the bathroom.
"Who is it?'" he asked, he knew she could still hear him.
"You." Came the reply of Ginny and her hair, bouncing up and down as she run, showed her shoulders sinking. Damnit, now he knows…he knows… she thought.