1 The Pranks on Professor Snape
Chapter Seven (wow… I got **this** far! Woohoo…)
By Fizzyglitter.
A/N: Wow, thanks for those two more reviews! I am more likely to write stories now (or it's just that nagging in the back of my head saying: "Yeah, gotta do that. Better not forget that I'm writing this story… gotta write it. Gotta continue")
OK, you're in for a big story: previously…
Malfoy walked into the room where the trio and the two were planning and well, taking action. What will happen next? Stay tuned. (Wow, that was a real soapy speech… is that good or bad…?) On with the show!
D/C: Ok, I've been through this often enough. I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS, ok? I only own the storyline. Or in other words: JK Rowling owns anything you recognise from the books. If you don't recognise a single thing in this fanfic, then you better read the books once more, or once in the first place. Have fun reading!
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"You wouldn't want Snape finding out what you've been doing, now, would you?" he sneered.
"You better not tell anyone this, Malfoy. Or you'll regret it!" Ron warned.
Hermione looked like she was having a panic attack – caught! Doing something bad! Something un model-student like! This had to be bad.
Fred and George had this kind of we-better-creep-away-before-they-notice
-we're-here kind of look.
Harry and Ron were just scowling at Malfoy. Well then again, everyone was…
"I'd like to see that, Weasley," he sneered again. "I'd very much like to see the looks on the teachers' faces when they hear famous potty and the weasel with miss moodblood have joined with the other weasels to make a prank gang. This should be very enjoyable to tell to the teachers…" he grinned, in the most horrible Malfoy-Like kind of way. He started to walk around the classroom in the most superior way, like he had all the power in the world now he knew their secret. He grinned.
"Name a price, Malfoy." Harry said clearly.
"Oh, you're going to bribe me!" he sneered. "Well, a personal servant, someone to do my homework, oh and I would like a Firebolt to go with that too…"
"I'd lower that a bit Malfoy…" Fred said. "Nobody in the right mind would go for that offer."
Malfoy scowled at him. "How about a personal servant then? For about a month… then we may come to a compromise."
"We need to talk about this for a bit." Hermione pointed out, and urged the others over to the wall.
"He only wants us three to do things for him… but only one personal servant. It doesn't have to be you, Fred and George," Hermione stated. Fred and George heaved a sigh of relief. "Although, we won't benefit from this very much. So who's going to be the servant? Shall we take it in turns?"
"That sounds fair," Ron said.
"Harry?"
He sighed. Being his servant seemed to be a way of not getting the better of him. But he nodded – there was no other choice. Well, no appealing one, that is, more appealing than this one – getting expelled didn't seem to sound too fun.
"Deal then." Hermione said. She sighed. "Great. I have to take it in turns to be a servant. What is this world coming to?"
They all walked back to the desk.
"We'll do it." Hermione said. "Us three will take it in turns."
"Perfect. I'll see you this morning then! I'll need someone to carry my books to class."
And with that, he left.
The three looked at each other.
"Who's first then?"
"Me I guess… it was my idea for the turns thing…" Hermione stated gloomily.
They trudged off to the common room, Fred and George trailing behind, full of pity for the now tormented three.
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"Hello Mudblood! How nice to see you."
"If this is going to work, you have to call me by my name, HERMIONE!"
"Ooh, feisty!"
"Rrrrrgh… where are your books then?"
"Right here."
He plonked his rather heavy books into her arms. Rather heavy as an understatement – Hermione's arms were losing circulation.
She trailed behind Malfoy all the way to his first class, which had Griffindor and Slytherin paired together for study. The Slytherins sniggering at every chance they could at the fact that a Griffindor – and a Mudblood at that – was carrying Draco Malfoy's Books!
Hermione was having a very bad day.
"What're you carrying his books for, Hermione?" Seamus asked one lesson.
"Bribery." She sighed, and went on with her work.
Seamus looked at her strangely and turned back to his work, shaking his head.
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In the third day of Draco Duty (as they had decided to call it), Hermione walked to the common room for the book duty.
"Good Morning Hermione!"
Hermione looked at him strangely. "Good Morning, Draco…" What's this? He called her by her actual name? He'd never bothered to before. Why was he being nice to her? There was definitely something wrong here. "You don't have a fatal disease or something, do you Draco?"
"No, what ever gave you that idea?!" he strode up to her and put his books in her hands. Lighter than ever! Hermione worked it out about a week ago that he was putting rocks in the books' coverings – invisible flat ones that could be stored inside books. Hermione definitely wasn't impressed but didn't complain – didn't bother. Anyway, she needed a bit of exercise.
"Hermione, how have you been lately?"
"Find thanks, and you?"
"Wonderful, thank you."
OK, something was definitely wrong. Why was he being so nice? There had to be some strings attached.
They walked on for at least a few minutes.
Hermione glanced at him. He glanced back. She turned back. He turned back. Thus it continued for the next few minutes.
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"What? Is it a crime?"
"Answer the question."
"Can't always be arch enemies if we're going to be seeing each other every day now, can we?"
"I suppose not…"
"Exactly my point."
The minutes dragged on.
"So, what's your charms homework this week?" Hermione asked.
"Cheering charms, dreadful things. Can't stand them. They're so unnatural"
"You have a point there. Very unnatural."
"What is for your homework in transfiguration?" Draco inquired.
"We have to turn a rabbit into a bug. I hate the advanced homework she gives us. It concerns a lot of concentration."
"I believe that!"
And so it went on, Harry and Ron found the same thing – he was being nicer, strangely so. It didn't make sense.
By the end of the month, they had started to actually like Malfoy.
"Is it me, or is Malfoy seeming to be nicer to us? More polite? More pleasant?"
"It's not you, Hermione. It's all of us." Ron said, he was in his freaked out mode. Him thinking of Malfoy being nice to him seemed like a weird reality. The part that was weird about it was that it was reality…
"This is very scary. And he says that we can't be enemies if we see each other so much a day… it doesn't make sense. We see him every day anyway" Harry pointed out.
"But we see him more now, I guess." Hermione said.
They all went quiet around that point. It was all too weird to think about. So they decided not to.
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A/N: Ooh, interesting chapter here, huh? Malfoy was being… nice… which is a weird reality – the weird bit being that it is a reality, as I commented in Ron's words before.
Need. More. Reviews! I'm trying to break my personal record – thirty-four reviews. Which I have found it is quite a lot. You tend to find out how much you really have when you are being starved of what you had in the first place. More reviews would make me more determined to write the next few chapters **hint hint** so please, review, review and surprise, surprise… review! (Whispers: You know, that's what the button's there for. **nods**)
Read more and you'll find out what happens next, no duh. ( The main point here is "stay tuned" I guess… aaaaaaaanyhow. In the next chapter, we'll find more out about the Malfoy Situation – the next month arrives. Since he's being nice in this chapter it'd be interesting to see the aftermath of the niceties. **Wide eyes**
Chapter Seven (wow… I got **this** far! Woohoo…)
By Fizzyglitter.
A/N: Wow, thanks for those two more reviews! I am more likely to write stories now (or it's just that nagging in the back of my head saying: "Yeah, gotta do that. Better not forget that I'm writing this story… gotta write it. Gotta continue")
OK, you're in for a big story: previously…
Malfoy walked into the room where the trio and the two were planning and well, taking action. What will happen next? Stay tuned. (Wow, that was a real soapy speech… is that good or bad…?) On with the show!
D/C: Ok, I've been through this often enough. I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS, ok? I only own the storyline. Or in other words: JK Rowling owns anything you recognise from the books. If you don't recognise a single thing in this fanfic, then you better read the books once more, or once in the first place. Have fun reading!
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"You wouldn't want Snape finding out what you've been doing, now, would you?" he sneered.
"You better not tell anyone this, Malfoy. Or you'll regret it!" Ron warned.
Hermione looked like she was having a panic attack – caught! Doing something bad! Something un model-student like! This had to be bad.
Fred and George had this kind of we-better-creep-away-before-they-notice
-we're-here kind of look.
Harry and Ron were just scowling at Malfoy. Well then again, everyone was…
"I'd like to see that, Weasley," he sneered again. "I'd very much like to see the looks on the teachers' faces when they hear famous potty and the weasel with miss moodblood have joined with the other weasels to make a prank gang. This should be very enjoyable to tell to the teachers…" he grinned, in the most horrible Malfoy-Like kind of way. He started to walk around the classroom in the most superior way, like he had all the power in the world now he knew their secret. He grinned.
"Name a price, Malfoy." Harry said clearly.
"Oh, you're going to bribe me!" he sneered. "Well, a personal servant, someone to do my homework, oh and I would like a Firebolt to go with that too…"
"I'd lower that a bit Malfoy…" Fred said. "Nobody in the right mind would go for that offer."
Malfoy scowled at him. "How about a personal servant then? For about a month… then we may come to a compromise."
"We need to talk about this for a bit." Hermione pointed out, and urged the others over to the wall.
"He only wants us three to do things for him… but only one personal servant. It doesn't have to be you, Fred and George," Hermione stated. Fred and George heaved a sigh of relief. "Although, we won't benefit from this very much. So who's going to be the servant? Shall we take it in turns?"
"That sounds fair," Ron said.
"Harry?"
He sighed. Being his servant seemed to be a way of not getting the better of him. But he nodded – there was no other choice. Well, no appealing one, that is, more appealing than this one – getting expelled didn't seem to sound too fun.
"Deal then." Hermione said. She sighed. "Great. I have to take it in turns to be a servant. What is this world coming to?"
They all walked back to the desk.
"We'll do it." Hermione said. "Us three will take it in turns."
"Perfect. I'll see you this morning then! I'll need someone to carry my books to class."
And with that, he left.
The three looked at each other.
"Who's first then?"
"Me I guess… it was my idea for the turns thing…" Hermione stated gloomily.
They trudged off to the common room, Fred and George trailing behind, full of pity for the now tormented three.
*~*~*~*~*
"Hello Mudblood! How nice to see you."
"If this is going to work, you have to call me by my name, HERMIONE!"
"Ooh, feisty!"
"Rrrrrgh… where are your books then?"
"Right here."
He plonked his rather heavy books into her arms. Rather heavy as an understatement – Hermione's arms were losing circulation.
She trailed behind Malfoy all the way to his first class, which had Griffindor and Slytherin paired together for study. The Slytherins sniggering at every chance they could at the fact that a Griffindor – and a Mudblood at that – was carrying Draco Malfoy's Books!
Hermione was having a very bad day.
"What're you carrying his books for, Hermione?" Seamus asked one lesson.
"Bribery." She sighed, and went on with her work.
Seamus looked at her strangely and turned back to his work, shaking his head.
*~*~*~*~*
In the third day of Draco Duty (as they had decided to call it), Hermione walked to the common room for the book duty.
"Good Morning Hermione!"
Hermione looked at him strangely. "Good Morning, Draco…" What's this? He called her by her actual name? He'd never bothered to before. Why was he being nice to her? There was definitely something wrong here. "You don't have a fatal disease or something, do you Draco?"
"No, what ever gave you that idea?!" he strode up to her and put his books in her hands. Lighter than ever! Hermione worked it out about a week ago that he was putting rocks in the books' coverings – invisible flat ones that could be stored inside books. Hermione definitely wasn't impressed but didn't complain – didn't bother. Anyway, she needed a bit of exercise.
"Hermione, how have you been lately?"
"Find thanks, and you?"
"Wonderful, thank you."
OK, something was definitely wrong. Why was he being so nice? There had to be some strings attached.
They walked on for at least a few minutes.
Hermione glanced at him. He glanced back. She turned back. He turned back. Thus it continued for the next few minutes.
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"What? Is it a crime?"
"Answer the question."
"Can't always be arch enemies if we're going to be seeing each other every day now, can we?"
"I suppose not…"
"Exactly my point."
The minutes dragged on.
"So, what's your charms homework this week?" Hermione asked.
"Cheering charms, dreadful things. Can't stand them. They're so unnatural"
"You have a point there. Very unnatural."
"What is for your homework in transfiguration?" Draco inquired.
"We have to turn a rabbit into a bug. I hate the advanced homework she gives us. It concerns a lot of concentration."
"I believe that!"
And so it went on, Harry and Ron found the same thing – he was being nicer, strangely so. It didn't make sense.
By the end of the month, they had started to actually like Malfoy.
"Is it me, or is Malfoy seeming to be nicer to us? More polite? More pleasant?"
"It's not you, Hermione. It's all of us." Ron said, he was in his freaked out mode. Him thinking of Malfoy being nice to him seemed like a weird reality. The part that was weird about it was that it was reality…
"This is very scary. And he says that we can't be enemies if we see each other so much a day… it doesn't make sense. We see him every day anyway" Harry pointed out.
"But we see him more now, I guess." Hermione said.
They all went quiet around that point. It was all too weird to think about. So they decided not to.
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A/N: Ooh, interesting chapter here, huh? Malfoy was being… nice… which is a weird reality – the weird bit being that it is a reality, as I commented in Ron's words before.
Need. More. Reviews! I'm trying to break my personal record – thirty-four reviews. Which I have found it is quite a lot. You tend to find out how much you really have when you are being starved of what you had in the first place. More reviews would make me more determined to write the next few chapters **hint hint** so please, review, review and surprise, surprise… review! (Whispers: You know, that's what the button's there for. **nods**)
Read more and you'll find out what happens next, no duh. ( The main point here is "stay tuned" I guess… aaaaaaaanyhow. In the next chapter, we'll find more out about the Malfoy Situation – the next month arrives. Since he's being nice in this chapter it'd be interesting to see the aftermath of the niceties. **Wide eyes**