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Chapter 6: The Final Act of Cruelty
"Ouch."
I had fallen asleep on the table and now my neck was paying the consequences.
I smiled as I folded up the blanket Ron and Harry had placed on top of me.
I looked around for Draco's fan mail box. It wasn't at the place I left it last night.
I gave a relieved sigh as I read the note on the table.
"Passed the box to Draco's cronies. Laundry was a success."
I looked at my watch. Well, there's still time for a quick nap.
I gave a rueful smile; I would certainly need it for later.
"It feels just like Christmas," Ron squealed gleefully as we made our way to the Great Hall.
"I don't know. I feel like I'm walking to the execution block," I said sardonically. "And it's my neck that's going onto that stand."
"Come on, Hermione," Ron said shaking my arm furiously. "You loved the idea!"
"Yeah, I still do," I gave a small smile. "But I'm just thinking about how much more I love my sanity."
"Draco is going to slaughter me when his robes turn pink," I said, shaking my head. "And that's me being optimistic here."
Harry gave me an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry, he will have to get through us first."
Ron nodded enthusiastically, "Besides, after the embarrassment of the pink robes, he will probably migrate to Siberia. And we will never have to see him again."
I gave a wide smile to Ron. "Now that feels like Christmas."
Fred and George were already at the Gryffindors' table. I had never seen them so happy before since Percy graduated from Hogwarts.
"Look at my hands!" Fred cried as we sat down.
He gestured his hands wildly in front of us. "My fingers are trembling; I can't wait to see the pink parade!"
George nodded in unison. "We are calling it Operation Pink Flamingoes."
Fred looked at me like I was a goddess. "Hermione, this is the best gift anyone has ever given us. And for that, we promise to never play a single trick on you."
I gave a small smile. "You wouldn't have much fun playing tricks on a dead body anyway."
"Hermione!" Harry cried annoyed. "Didn't we discuss this?"
"Yes, I'm just joking," I rolled my eyes at Harry.
Although the truth was I was not joking at all.
Soon the news had spread across the Gryffindors' table, despite several efforts to keep it a secret.
Everybody in the Gryffindors' table were looking eagerly at the Slytherins as they ate their breakfast.
Fred gave us a triumphant smile, "I think most of them are wearing the cloaks we washed."
George looked at his watch. "In about a minute, all the robes worn will turn pink and Fred and I will go around shouting, "it's raining pink flamingoes!'"
I put down my fork.
I didn't think it would be very wise to eat anything, and then choke to death.
I scanned the Slytherin's table for Draco.
There he was, looking as smug as ever.
I wonder how smug would he be in pink?
"Ok! Now!" Fred cried and George and he jumped up from the table.
"POP!"
Everybody gasped, shocked, except for the Gryffindors of course. The Gryffindors all rolled around, unable to contain their glee.
Like fireworks, half the table of Slytherin flashed pink. Some robes looked like baby clothing and there were many "Gryffindor Rules" and "DM sucks" robes too.
I smiled as I saw that the other half of the table, all the girls either had the most awful colour of beige for their robes or prison stripes. It was indeed a fashion disaster and a major calamity for the Slytherin girls.
"It's raining Pink Flamingoes!" Fred and George chanted as they did a weird dance, turning around in circles and clapping their hands wildly.
All the Slytherins turned to the Gryffindor table, they looked venomously at us.
At first the Slytherins were horrified and shouted vulgarities, but the table turned silent as Draco stood up and walked towards me.
I sighed; well it was nice being in this world. I only wished my stay could have been longer.
Hermione looked at me with wide-eyed innocence. "Is it Halloween, Malfoy? Why are you dressed up like a cotton candy?"
I gave Hermione a cold smile. "I pity you, Granger. I really do."
"You may think this is very clever," I continued maliciously. "Elaborate maybe, I will give you that. But ultimately childish and very silly."
"You want to know why?" I said icily. "Look at all the Slytherins behind me, look at how you have offended them. Trust me, many of them have very very twisted minds."
"Is this the part where I tremble, shrivel up and die?" Hermione asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
I bent down and whispered into her ear. "I'm afraid it wouldn't be that easy."
I felt the slightest shiver from Hermione.
Satisfied I turned around and started to walk back to the table.
I froze as I heard Hermione chuckling from behind.
"Now that I think of it, it could have been the detergent." Hermione said, giving me an easy grin.
"I promise to use something else next time I wash your laundry," Hermione continued smiling angelically. "Something much stronger."
For a moment, I felt the strong urge to slap Hermione. Yet, I restrained myself.
I never believed in hitting a woman.
Even if that woman was Hermione, who could not possibly qualify as a woman. She was more a weird hybrid between a crow (her nonsense), an ox (her stubbornness) and a cow (because she just resembles one).
"What can else can I say?" I smiled back at Hermione as pleasantly. "It's your death sentence."
And made my way back to the Slytherin table, where everybody must have thought of at least 8 ways to kill Hermione.
"Why that!" Ron said, about to get up from the table.
Fred and George pushed him back down as they sat down back at the table. "Well, that was fun."
"You don't have to put up with Draco you know," Ron said earnestly looking at me. "We don't have to keep our promises with a sleaze ball."
I sighed. "I know, but a promise is a promise."
"We won't let him hurt you," Harry said with deep conviction in his voice.
"I know," I smiled. "I wouldn't let him hurt me either."
As the rest continued their meals, I looked into my book bag and sighed as my glance rested on Megan's letter.
I was definitely not the best cupid.
"Why didn't you hex her or something?" Crabbe asked, fidgeting in his pink robe.
"Yeah and have Dumbledore breathing down my back," I rolled my eyes.
"Forget it," Goyle grunted. "Let's just think of how we are going to torture her now."
"I going to set up a suggestion box in the common room for the Slytherins," Crabbe said, scratching his neck furiously. "I did bath this morning, why the heck is my neck so itchy?"
"You are always dirty," Goyle rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I have thought of one."
Goyle smiled evilly, "My foot."
Crabbe laughed. "Yeah, how evil."
Goyle looked indignant and started to take off his shoe.
Crabbe and I turned green.
"God, that's not a foot, that's the lagoon monster," I cried, pinching my nose. "It's revolting."
Goyle smiled proudly. "I know, let's get Granger to massage it."
I laughed. "I can't believe I'm saying this but at this moment, I'm very proud of you, Goyle."
"Draco? Can I speak to you for a moment?"
I looked up, it was Susan or Polly or something.
"Ok," I said.
Susan or Polly or maybe Margaret looked at Crabbe and Goyle. "In private."
Crabbe and Goyle blinked.
I sighed, "Ok, I'm coming. This better be good."
I followed the red-haired girl out of the classroom.
The girl smiled nervously, "Well, I received your reply this morning."
I looked bored.
"I admit I was shocked, then I realize it didn't matter that you had problems..." She looked at me sympathetically. "I still love you no matter what, so I got you this."
She passed me a brown package. "I got this from one of the girls."
"What problems do I have, may I ask?" I asked coldly.
"Well… you know…" She said, embarrassed. "Your bedwetting problem."
My heart turned cold and I tore open the brown package.
It held… pampers.
Adult pampers.
"It doesn't matter," She added consolingly," People grow out of it."
"Get away from me," I glared at the girl and tossed the pampers back at her.
"But… Draco…"
I stormed back to the classroom, cursing Hermione under my breath.
"Hi, Draco," Some boy I had never seen before walked up to me before I could enter the classroom.
"Goodbye Riddance," I said coldly and was about to brush past the weird brown-haired boy when he grabbed my arm.
"I heard about it," The boy smiled at me," And I just wanted to congratulate you for coming out of the closet."
I snatched my arm back from the pest. "Yes, I know how good I look in pink."
The boy laughed. "You are always so funny, Draco. I want you to know that you are welcome to join our club. All the boys just love you, you are one of the best-looking guys in Hogwarts. It's great that you have come out and dared to wear pink to show your new side."
For a moment, I just stared at the weird boy.
Unable to comprehend.
Until I realized!!!
"Are you gay?" I asked my eyes wide in disbelief.
Hermione! That slut!
"Proudly," The boy winked at me coquettishly," And may I add, very available and interested."
At that very moment, I had made my decision.
I didn't want to do it at first.
The Final Act of Cruelty was too gruesome for me to even contemplate of executing on Hermione.
I was compassionate at first, and decided not to do it.
But who the hell cares now?
Me gay? Can you believe it?
That bloody girl deserves it!
