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The Fifth HourEverything was quite. Draco looked around the room, noticing that everyone seemed to be bored out of their minds. Per usual, Hermione was reading away. He guessed that even though she looked rather interested in her written words, she was fading fast as well.
Pursing his lips together, he started to whistle a well-known tune. In his head he was singing, "Double double, toil and trouble, eye of newt and cauldron bubble…." He smiled when everyone else started to join in whistling the song.
The door opened up, and Snape walked in. Immediately, Draco changed his tune to Beethoven's 5th. "Dun, dun, dun, dun…" he thought cynically. All Snape did was glare.
"All right, miscreants," he snapped. "That is approximately thirty minutes for lunch."
"Right here?" Harry asked, looking around at the potion stained tables. He didn't trust to eat food in this place. It would be all too easy to poison someone else. Knowing Malfoy, that idea was all too perfect.
"Yes, in here, Mr. Potter."
"I think the Great Hall would be better suited for us to eat lunch in, sir," he spoke up.
"I do not care what you pathetic adolescent brain thinks, Mr. Potter," growled the Potions Master. "You think I do not know what you'd brats be doing if I let you off? You'd go off with your friends, figure a way out of your punishment, and then I'd be forced to give you another long Saturday's worth of detention. Now, you wouldn't want that to happen, would you, Mr. Potter?"
Silence.
"Potter!" barked Snape.
"No, sir," Harry grumbled, slouching low in his seat.
"Dick? Excuse me, Severus," Draco called from the back of the room. Snape's eyes lit with fire at the first name mistake. "Will butterbeer be made available to us?"
"We're extremely thirsty sir," Harry added.
"I have a very low tolerance for dehydration," Ginny agreed, perking up a bit.
"I've seen her dehydrated before sir," Harry continued, while Draco rolled his eyes. Couldn't Potter take a hint? At this rate, Snape was bound to refuse. "It's pretty gross," Harry finished.
"Relax," cried Draco, standing up. "I'll get it."
"Ah, ah, ah grab some wood there, Malfoy!" Snape directed his, pointing one pale finger. Draco sat back down. Hermione looked up from her book at the wide grin that was spreading across Draco's face. What was he up to now? "What do you think I was born yesterday? Do you honestly think I am going to allow you to roam these halls?"
Snape pointed at Harry, "You," he hissed. Ginny sat up straighter, looking very much like a good student, but Snape's eyes barely passed over her. "And you!" he shouted back to Cho. The rest of the room watched the half-crazy girl. She didn't even glance up at the professor. "Ms. Chang!" he yelled. "Is she sleeping? There will not be any sleeping in my detention room. Someone wake her up. Wake her up NOW!" He started to walk down the aisle in between the desks to her. "Come on! Get on your feet you lazy girl!" Cho stood up, saying nothing.
"There's a door that the teachers use to get into the kitchen," Snape told Harry and Cho. "Go this way," he pointed down the hall, "until you reach the large door that seems broken. Ask for five butterbeers then report back here immediately. I will know if you don't. GO!"
Harry watched Snape hurry off in a flurry of black robes, before sighing and starting off in his intended direction. Cho came tagging along, keeping a nice distance in between them.
He turned around when they reached the door. "We don't have to get butterbeers, you know," he said. "Do you want something else? What's your poison?"
Cho just stared at him, as if he had told her they were really going to drink poison.
"What do you drink?" he asked again, hoping to have a better reaction.
Nothing.
"Ok…sorry I asked," he shook his head, opening the door to reveal a room bustling with House Elves. No sooner had he entered then a horde of them started to scream, bow, and deliver him loads of food. He shied away from them, until Dobby appeared, holding out a plate of butterbeers.
When he finally got out of the room, Cho looked at him and said, "Vodka."
"Huh?"
"Vodka," she repeated.
"When do you drink Vodka?"
"Whenever I can," she laughed hysterically, waltzing down the hall in front of him. "It helps me relax."
"Do you drink a lot?" Harry asked, thinking this was why she was so out of it anymore.
"Tons," she replied with another one of her wild giggles.
"Is that why you're here today?" he tried to catch her eye. Silence. "Why are you here, Cho?"
"Why are you here?" she snapped, as if she already knew the answer to her question.
"I'm here because Fred covered for my ass…because I can't control certain things that I do."
"Yeah? That's very interesting. Now why don't you tell me why you're really here," she persisted, seemingly serious for the first time in her life.
"Forget it," he growled, and took the butterbeer back.
Meanwhile, back in the Potions room, Hermione was trying very hard to ignore Malfoy. Ginny was concentrating on her make-up, once again. And Draco was desperately trying to get to Hermione since Potter wasn't present to stop him.
"Hey Granger, since you're so fond of books, wanna see a picture of a guy who got into the Wizard's World Book of Records?" he inquired, sitting down aside of her.
"Why did he get in the book?" she asked warily, giving him a nervous eye.
"Well see, he tried to impress his wife by spelling his balls so they'd get bigger, instead he hexed himself with elephantitus of the nuts," he chuckled. "Guess his wife was surprised when…"
"STOP IT!" Hermione dropped her book so she could clamp her hands over her ears.
"I have to admit, it is pretty nasty," Draco laughed, tossing the book across the room. "Don't blame you for not wanting to see it, but are you sure?
"No thank you," she replied, glaring at him, as she picked up her book.
Draco started to rub his chin, as if he was in deep thought. "How do you think he rides a broom?" Hermione turned away, rolling her eyes in obvious disgust. "Oh come on Granger, wouldn't you ever consider dating a guy like this?"
"Can't you just leave me alone?" she got up from her seat, leaving her table and books behind her.
He followed, enjoying this too much to let the chance to further embarrass her pass. "I mean if he had a great personality, and was a good dancer, and had a cool broom…although you'd probably have to ride in the back because his nuts would ride shotgun," Draco finished with a satisfied smirk.
"You know what I wish I was doing?" Hermione asked out loud, in a daze.
"Op…watch what you say. Ginny over there is a cherry," teased the Malfoy.
"Are not!" cried the upset Weasley girl, her face flushing until it matched her brilliant hair.
"Keep practicing," Draco told her. "You'll catch up to your brother in no time. Why I bet his cheeks can engulf in red like that in no less than a second."
"I wish I was flying home right now," Hermione sighed, leaning against one of the cool stone walls.
"I'm not a cherry!" Ginny shouted again.
"When have you ever gotten laid?" Draco asked, raising a questioning brow.
"I've had great sex lots of times," she blushed deeper.
"Name one," tested the Malfoy. He didn't see the way Hermione looked at the floor, her fists clenched at her sides.
"He's a Muggle who lives in…Canada," she improvised. "You wouldn't know him."
"Ever gotten laid by anyone around here," Draco pressed. Ginny inclined her head toward Hermione, then shook her head, making a motion not to speak about it. "Oh! You and Hermione did it! Why you two must be the sexiest lesbians in the school."
"What are YOU talking about?" Hermione screamed, looking quite pissed off. Ginny cringed and even Draco seemed to rethink how far he was going to push her.
"Nothing, nothing," Ginny told Hermione, trying to calm her down. To Draco, she said, "Forget it, lets talk about this later."
"No," Hermione insisted. "Drop what? Forget what? What are the two of you talking about?"
"Well, Ginny's trying to tell me, that besides the number of men in the Canadian area of Muggle North America that she's gotten laid by, presently she and you are riding the hobby horse," Draco enlightened Hermione.
"Why you filthy bitch!" Hermione gasped, jumping from her spot to attack Ginny. Draco's arms shot out, catching her, and keeping her at bay.
"Calm down, Granger," he told her.
"No! No I didn't! No, I don't. Draco called me a cherry and I said I wasn't. That's all. That's all I said, I swear to you!" Ginny pleaded.
"Then why were you motioning to Hermione for?" Draco asked, loosening his grip on her. None of them noticed that he had used Hermione's first name instead of her last to refer to her.
"You know, I don't appreciate this very much, Virginia," Hermione grumbled, locking intense gazes with her once best friend. She has used the full first name on purpose to direct her anger in an efficient way. It seemed to be working quite well.
"He's lying!" Ginny shouted, pointing to Draco.
"Oh, so are you saying you weren't motioning to Granger?"
"You know he's lying right?" Ginny asked Hermione, totally ignoring Draco's last comment. She hadn't even glanced in his direction when he had spoken.
"Were you or were you not motioning to Granger?" Draco growled from where he stood opposite of Ginny, still holding onto Hermione's arms to keep her from attacking the redhead.
Ginny dropped her face, staring at the floor. "Yeah…but it was only…it was only because I didn't want her to know….that I did it with Harry…okay?" Draco released Hermione, knowing that Harry was presently her boyfriend. She had all the right in the world to attack her once best friend now.
Surprising them both, Hermione started to laugh. "Why didn't you want me to know that you did it with Harry?" she asked.
Her ex-friend gawked at her. "Are you serious? You…you two are…were…are together." She paused. "And because it's my business. It's my personal private business," Ginny growled, protectively, but when she saw how Draco was looking at her and how Hermione was watching her, she changed her tune.
Hermione's laughter faded immediately. "Wrong. We were together until you came and turned into a back-stabbing bitch," she snapped and walked off to her table to resume reading.
When Harry got back, everyone started to eat his or her lunch. Things were tense and no one was speaking to anyone else. Ginny started to take hers out of a designer brand name bag, careful not to rustle the delicate sandwich. Harry had piles and piles of food that the elves gave him, along with the brown bag lunch Remus gave him. Draco sat with nothing but a butterbeer and Hermione took out a sushi platter.
"What's that?" he asked her.
"Guess? Where is your lunch?"
"You are wearing it," he smirks, raising his eyebrows hungrily at her.
"You're nauseating," she shudders and turns back to her platter as she finishes unloading the different pieces of food.
"What's that?"
"Sushi," she replied, not looking at him.
"Sushi?" he repeats, not understanding.
"Yeah," she smiled, showing it off. "Um…it's basically rice, raw fish and seaweed."
"You won't accept a guy's tongue in your mouth, but you feel perfectly normal by eating that?"
"Can I eat?" she swallowed.
"I don't know," he replied, looking at the food uneasily as if he expected it to come alive. "Give it a try."
Harry took a few sandwiches off of his platter from the elves along with several apples, two bananas, a large bag of potato chips, and a dozen cookies. Draco watched this, clearly interested in the forgotten brown paper bag lunch. Then Harry opened that too, revealing a bunch of wizarding treats. Draco's smile faded as he realized that Harry was going to devour it all.
Cho opened up her bag, pulling out a pair of bread slices. She dropped five chocolate frogs on the opened slices, dropping Fizzy Pops on top of those and so on and so forth until the sandwich was so high with treats she could hardly fit it in her mouth. She took the first bite, which make a loud squeak erupt from the sandwich. Slowly, everyone put down their meals and looked at her. She just continued to eat as if nothing had occurred.
Seeing Ginny with her food, Draco went over, sitting on the edge of the table. Harry glared at him, but said nothing. He knew he was already in hot water with Hermione.
"What are we having?" Draco asked the Weasley girl
"Um, just your regular standard lunch, I guess," she stammered. Hermione grinned as Draco pulled out a thermos, looking at Ginny questioningly.
"Juice?"
"Soup," she corrected him.
Draco reached in the bag, pulling out a juice box. Ginny started to pull out something else, but he yanked her arm out of the bag. "It's apple juice," she told him, when she saw him glaring at the juice box.
"I can read," he growled. He pulled out the final item of the lunch. "And PB&J with the crusts taken off." He sat back, getting comfortable. "Well, Weasley, this is a very nutritious lunch, all the food groups are represented. Did your mum marry Mr. Rodgers?"
"No, Mr. Weasley," Ginny told him, not getting the Muggle crack of a joke he had made. Draco rolled his eyes. However, Hermione was giggling and Harry was trying hard not to smile.
"Here's my impression of life at the Weasley's burrow of a home," Draco announced, standing up, and moving to the center of the room. Hermione stopped eating, much like everyone else.
Loud and motherly, Draco pretended to call, "Ginny?"
"Yeah Mum," he answered himself in a giggly girly voice.
Back in his motherly character, "How was Hogwarts, darling?"
"Great mum! How is dad doing at the Ministry?"
"Super," he brought in a new character, Mr. Weasley. "Say, Ginny want to come to work with me tomorrow and see how a poor sap like me works all day long so I can pay for you children to go to that expensive school?"
"Great Dad, but Mum said not to call us poor."
"That's right dear. We should be called poor saps!" he answered in a fake happy Mr. Weasley's voice.
"Gee!" he finished with Ginny.
"Alright," hissed Harry. "What about your family then?"
"Oh mine! That's real easy," Draco told Potter. He stood straight up, then fooled around a bit with his posture until he was standing straight up, pretending to be holding a cane in one hand, and a whip in the other.
"Draco," he began, as his father. "You are weak. You need to be strong to be one with our Dark Lord. As of right now you are no better than those worthless Mudbloods you go to school with. You stupid, worthless, incompetent, son of a bitch!"
"Lucius," he interrupted, pretending to be his mother.
"Unless you have something to add Narcissa, I suggest you get out of here," he went back to being his father.
"But Lucius, you're being a bit demanding with-,"
"Shut up, bitch," he slapped the air in front of him, then sent out the cane to thrash the invisible woman to the floor. Hermione jumped in her seat, scared for the first time.
"What about you, Father?" Draco played himself.
"Don't talk to me in that tone of voice. Have you no respect for your elders?" he went back to Lucius.
"No, Father. What about you? You're the weak one, making me do these things so," he crumbled to the floor, as he showed them how his father beat him for speaking back.
"Is that for real?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Do you want to come over sometime?" Draco returned his answer in the form of a question.
"That's a load of bullshit. I don't believe it," Harry shook his head. "It's all part of your image."
"You don't believe me?"
"No," Harry said defiantly.
"No?" Draco asked.
"Did I stutter?" Harry asked right back.
Draco stormed over, lifting his robe sleeve to show off a large blue, black, and purple bruise that was blossoming into something much worse. "Do you believe this? This is why Lucius Malfoy gives you after dinner every night to make you tougher. Did I stutter? This what happens when you refuse to take the Dark Mark before your fifteenth birthday."
Sighing, he pulled away from Harry. "See, I don't think I need to be around you fucking dildos anymore. As he walked passed them all to the back of the room, he stopped by his desk, only to throw it across the room. It shattered into hundreds of pieces. Then he went all the way back into the corner, muttering angrily to himself.
"You shouldn't have said that," snapped Hermione at Harry.
"How would I know?" he asked. "I mean he lies about everything anyway, Hermione."
"Don't talk to me," she growled.
And once again, an hour had passed. And once again, not one of them had worked on their scroll for Professor Snape.
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A/N: Yeppie! A nice long, long, long chappie! I hope everyone enjoyed it. Was it up to your standards Fred and George? Well if not, I'll have to fix it. ~ Luv, Nev