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Chapter 8

"What the hell did you do!" Hermione shreiked, and caught the attention of everyone. Draco gasped at what he saw.

"Dammit Weasley! You'd screw before and you'd still screw things now!" she screamed.

"I'm sorry Mione!" he said trying to explain himself. "It was just an accident!"

"Don't call me that!"she exclaimed. "God Weasley! Get your hands and this substance off me!"

Ron's hands were stuck to Hermione's Robes.

"There, there, don't panic Hermione. We'll take this 'ere goo off yeh." Hagrid said, even though he knew it was practically impossible, even with a wand.

"Its glue! Stronger than super glue! Didn't I just explain that?" she said, disgusted.

She reached for scissors and cut her robe. Now, the cloth material of her robe were stuck to Ron's hands.

"Well, whaddya know, how time flies by so quickly eh? Yer all dismissed." Hagrid said with a nervous tone. Hermione took one more glare at Ron then went off with Draco.

"Did that weasel hurt you?" Draco asked with a concerned tone.

"Dammit Draco! His filthy hands were stuck to my robe. The part where the seal of gryffindor was. Figure it out!" she said furiously.

"Well, we could always tell Professor Dumbledore," Blaise suggested.

"Save it! He'll just tell McGonagall and then she'll just take twenty house points and make them do detention for a week. That's not enough." She said as she took off her robe.

" Meet me in front of the gryffindor portrait hole. I'm just going to get another robe." She said, as she walked off.

As she walked on, a very pretty young girl in a portrait talked to her. "What happened?" the girl asked.

"Oh, nothing. My robe was just soiled." She answered.

"I see you've been with that guy, you know, the one with the blonde hair. Who's he?" the girl in the Portrait asked.

"Oh, that. He's my boyfriend."

"But, you're in gryffindor! And I've seen quite a few times, he had a green and silver badge. He must be from Slytherin."

"I don't mean to be rude portrait lady, but having different houses dosen't mean that two people can't be together," she said kindly.

"You're right.You must be really really smart!" she complemented.

Hermione blushed."Gee, not that smart."

"Well, you better get going,!" she said.

"Bye!"

"I wondered what took you so long," a familiar voice asked Hermione.

"Oh, sorry. Just got a little delay. Well, we better get going to the great hall. Lunch is served." She said, as he followed her.

Hermione was the first one to get out of the hall. Even though she was a little late, she ate quickly because she was eager to tell her plan against Ron. Besides, she didn't like to be with the other gryffindors,especially around Harry and Ron.

When Draco saw her, he followed. They met up near the classroom closest to the great hall.

"Listen Draco, That perverted weasel made me look bad in front of the fifth year gryffindors and slytherins, I am going to make him look bad in front of the whole school. This is what we gotta do."

Ron sat in the armchair nearest to the fire. He was thinking about the ferret incident. He was sure that Harry didn't do it, although Ginny wouldn't believe him. He was sure that Draco and Hermione did it, but would the teachers believe it? They wouldn't. They are the top notchers here in the school.

His hand still hurt on what Harry did. He just pulled the cloth, considering that it had the seal of gryffindor in it, which is by the way made of metal, and boy did that hurt! His hands were still sore and red as his head. Harry just used a simple curing spell to fix it up.

"Gee, I'm bored. No Hermione to intimidate me." He looked around. He caught sight of his tattered old chessboard. "Well, I think I'll just play wizards chess to brush up on my skills," He said as he went near the table near the boys dormitories. He got the chess board, and went back. It was then that he saw the butterbeer. Attached was a note.

Ron,

Have a butterbeer. I know you love it.

Lavender

"Well, that was nice of her," he said as he put his chessboard down. He picked up the almost overflowing mug of butterbeer, sat in the armchair, and drank up.

"*Yawn* This butterbeer sure made me sleepy." He said, and he didn't even bother to put his chessboard away because he quickly made his way to the dormitory.

The next morning, he was the first to wake up. He looked around, and decided he should take a shower. So he did, along with the other morning rituals he always does. But when he was about to brush his teeth, he gasped and screamed like he saw the basilisk or something.

"Hmm, I'm sure I heard someone scream," Hermione said, yawning.

Padma woke up. "Who is that? Can't a person get some sleep?" she said angrily.

"Probably the boys," Hermione said.

It worked! She thought.

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