A/N: I know this took me forever and I'm really, really sorry. I've been working on my other fanfics at another site. Also, I have to copy this story down from m pen name at Death-Curse.com since the original files were deleted. (So, I tend to procrastinate when it comes to typing it.) WARNING: A lot of the stuff in this chapter is implausible. I just put it there for light humor before all the bad stuff really starts to happen.

Disclaimer: Don't own shit!

Chapter 5: All Work and Dirty Play

     Two laborious weeks had passed since the announcement had been posted. Now, Ivy, Hermione, Fred, Lee, and Angelina were scouring the corridor floors. Earlier, some of the Slytherin boys had, had an "ink fight" (as they had called it) in the hall. The floor was now stained black in various spots.

     "This blows," Fred grumbled. "Yeah," Lee agreed morosely, "It's not fair. I can't believe the Slytherins get to get away with everything." "I can," Angelina growled, "I wish You-Know-Who had never come back. Things were much better until He showed up." "Yeah," Fred sneered, "The bloody git." Hermione cuffed him hard on the shoulder. "Ow!" he cried, "What was that for?" "You'd best watch your mouth, Fred Weasley" Hermione snapped. "You don't want one the Death Eaters to walk by and hear you, do you?" "No," Fred groaned submissively, and then proceeded scrubbing his section of the floor.

     "Hey, Ivy," he called moments later. "Pass me some more soap, will ya?" She did not answer. He called again. "Oi! Ivy! She still did not answer. Ivy continued scrubbing as if she hadn't heard a word he said. "Ivy!" Fred threw his scrubbing brush at her and hit her in the leg. "Ow!" she yelled angrily, as she pulled something out of her ears and sent a death glare in his direction. "What the fuck was that for, Weasley?!"

"I called you, like, a hundred times, Ivy, you didn't have to ignore me!"

"I wasn't ignoring you!"

"What?! I practically yelled at the top of my lungs!"

"Well, sorry. I couldn't hear you with my earphones in…you still didn't have to throw the scrub brush at me."

"Earphones? What are those?"

     Ivy lowered her voice. "It lets me listen to my CD player." "A CD player?" Hermione chided, "We can't carry those around here— "Shut up!" Ivy whispered fiercely, "I don't want anyone else to know I have it; it'll get taken away…or destroyed. They are not cheap you know!" Hermione stared at Ivy; shocked at first, then slightly confused. "CD players can't function properly in the wizarding world, Ivy," Hermione asked curiously, " How could you have possibly gotten yours to work?" "It's enchanted," Ivy explained. "My friend, Kevin, fixed it for me before I left America. Kinda like what Fred's dad did to the Ford Anglia." Lee laughed while elbowing Fred playfully in his ribs. "And you guys better shut up about it," Ivy ordered. "I don't need any of those filthy Slytherin bastards finding out about it."

"Finding out about what?"

     They all turned toward the one who had spoken. It was Marcus Flint. Behind him stood, Jacob Blake and Christopher Daryl, two other Sytherins. Flint spoke again. "You wouldn't happen to be hiding anything, would you Ivannah?" Ivy narrowed her eyes at Marcus.

"What the fuck do you want, Flint?"

"It's time to feed the lions…Get your asses to lunch…quickly."

     Flint, Blake, and Daryl then turned and walked off to the Great Hall. They all took up the cleaning supplies and went and stored them in the kitchens. As the others headed for the dining room, Ivy headed back to the Griffindor dorms. "Ivy, where are you going?" Hermione questioned. "I'll be along soon, Hermione," she assured. "Don't worry. Now, hurry up and go to lunch." Hermione nodded and followed after the others as Ivy went to the dorms.

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     Ivy entered the dining hall just as the last of the Ravenclaws entered. She wore a black sweater with its hood pulled over her head. As she sat down, the Death Eaters had begun taking their places at the head table. Last to sit, as always, was Lord Voldemort. For a while he said nothing. "Eat!" he commanded. Food then appeared on the tables. For lunch, the Slytherins got to enjoy a nice meal, with an assorted amount of food, such as: cal zones, barbeque wings, and deli sandwiches with milk and different flavored juices. And to top it all off, they ate their meals off of shiny, golden dishes. The Griffindors and other houses, however, ate off of mediocre wooden dishes not even worthy enough to be eaten off of by house elves and hardened bagels to eat. Next to the trays of stale bagels sat big bowls filled with a white creamy substance. The only eating utensils they were ever given were rusty, metal spoons.

    Ivy looked disgustedly at the stuff in the bowl in front of her. "Is that supposed to be creamed cheese?" she asked loathingly. Hermione looked over at her. "Of course it's creamed cheese, what else would it be?"

"Not cream cheese. Look at it, it looks disgusting."

"Well, I don't see what's wrong with it."

"Oh, please. Cream cheese is white. This shit is not white. it's more like…off-white…and look! Since when does cream cheese separate like that? It's not supposed have a thin, greasy top layer." Hermione was now staring at the white substance ominously. "Hey," George cried silently, "Ivy's right. Look!" George poked the top of the cream cheese with the tip of his spoon. The boys leaned over and watched in hilarity as the grease oozed to the top. "Eeeew," Fred gushed, "Cool." George, Fred, and Lee began poking at the cream cheese and amusedly making silent revolting noises until one of the Death Eaters came over and started threatening them. Hermione rolled her eyes at the three of them once the Death Eater wasn't so close by. "How immature," she muttered. "What do you expect," Ron asked indifferently, "They're Fred and George." "Well, whatever that shit is, " Ivy declared as she pushed back her hood and began combing her fingers through her hair, "I'm not eating it."

     Ron and Hermione now stared at Ivy in astonishment. "Ivy…your hair…" Ron stated. "It's…different." Ivy, again, ran her fingers through her curls. Her chocolate-brown tresses now had purple and turquoise highlights. "Oh, yeah. I colored it." "But, how," Hermione asked. "You didn't use the—"

"Shh! I don't want people to know I still have that, too."

"You know, one of these days you're gonna get caught, Ivy. You should've just turned it in with your wand."

"Whatever. Besides, you know my hair doesn't stay the same color. Cool, huh?"

     "I think it looks ridiculous," drawled a voice behind her. They all turned to see Draco and his fellow Sytherins staring back at them. "Shut up, Malfoy," Ivy retorted. "If I want your opinion I'll beat it out of you!"

"You're not gonna do a damn thing to me!"

"Watch me! I'll come over there and break that smug face of yours!"

"My father'll have your head!"

"Go ahead and hide behind daddy, Malfoy, I'll still kick your ass!"

"Come on then! I dare you!"

     Ivy stood and lunged at Draco, but found herself restrained by Hermione and Ron. Both had reached over and now had a tight grip on the back of her sweater; they were trying to wrestle Ivy back into her seat. Ivy and Draco now had the attention of everyone in the Great Hall. Draco laughed as Ivy struggled against Hermione and Ron's surprisingly strong grasp (which was tough, considering Ivy was older and a bit taller). "You think you could beat me when a pitiful thing mudblood like Granger and Weasley can hold you down," Draco taunted. "I always knew bloody fucking Americans didn't know shit!" That was the last straw for Ivy. Her rage only increased with the growing laughter from the Slytherin table. Ivy wanted nothing more than to bash Malfoys face in, but Hermione and Ron still gripped the back of her sweater.

     Pissed beyond all reason, Ivy turned back towards the Griffindor table and picked up a large serving spoon. She then scooped out a vast amount of cream cheese and flung it in Draco's direction. It hit Malfoy directly in his face and fell to the floor with a sickening *smack!* The Griffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws all erupted with laughter. Voldemort rose from his seat and yelled angrily, "Miss Locke, sit down!" Ivy ignored him. Malfoy turned around, grabbed one of the sandwiches and heaved it in her direction. Ivy dodged it in time and, instead, it hit Ron in the chest. Ron scooped up more cream cheese and hurled it back at Malfoy, but ended up hitting another Slytherin. That's when the food war had started.

A/N: See…implausible. FYI: In this story, the Griffindor and Slytherin tables are next to each other…just because I felt like putting them together.