Chapter 2 – We walk in shame together!

Draco woke up to a pounding headache. His eyes blinked open, which seem to have produce moisture during his sleep, as he felt stray tears slide down his cheeks. He could see a lot better than he could the night before. In fact, everything was visible to him, but he even though he could see better, he knew his eyes were still swollen. He quickly hopped off his bed and ran to his bathroom, rushing to the mirror. He groaned as he saw his face in possibly its worst state. He never had trouble with his face. He didn't even get acne! He was lucky…blessed with such a perfect face…But at the moment he felt someone had placed some kind of vicious hex on him, turning him into some kind of nightmarish-creature.

Thinking quickly he shed his school clothes (which he incidentally slept in) and fled to his shower without delay. He let the hot water drench him as he stood directly under the showerhead. He grabbed for his soap, instantly putting it to his face, scrubbing it down hard. Draco was scrubbing so hard, he swear he could feel his skin peeling off. He didn't care, whatever it was that was on his face, could possibly still be on it, it had to come off. He scrubbed around the swelling of his eyelids. That was a bad idea. The soap mixed with the water, forming bubbles that seeped past his eyelashes and into his pupils. "FUCKKKKKK!" could clearly be heard out of the shower stall which followed in his naked little arse jumping out the shower immediately. Wrapping one towel around his waist, he stumbled to his sink, holding onto it for support. He looked into the steamy mirror, growling, "Granger…"

If he was hard time, she was sure to be having a hell of a time…

And he was right.

Hermione was doing just as bad, if not worse. The moment she woke up, her eyes were greeted by the large teepee that rose near the end of her bed. My feet? She told herself to wiggle her toes, just to be sure. And sure enough round nubs rippled underneath the sheet; well those were her toes alright. Which meant, the culprit of the teepee was in fact, her feet. Somehow she managed to fall out of her bed, instead of climbing out of it, which resulted in a loud thud and the awakening of her roommates. Ignoring their laughter, she flapped her way to the showers. Thankfully, no girls were in the showers yet, but it wasn't till after she finished and trekked back to her room, that several girls passing snickered and laughed. And it didn't help that with each footstep, a loud slush and suction of air could be heard. But she rolled her eyes at them all and kept on the long, grueling walk back to her room.

It was while she was dressing, that a tiny spark of hope flew through her. Putting on her black Doc Martens from the night before, she realized that they didn't fit! Believe it or not, the shoes that had also bloomed immensely in size were now too big for her feet. And that could only mean one thing…her feet were shrinking! A frivolous smile graced her face, as she slipped both her feet into her shoes. But the smile quickly faded as she realized that they'd only shrunk an inch or two. Now walking with feet that aren't your real size was tough, but walking in shoes that weren't your size was some kind of torture. It was torture she endured and she somehow managed it to breakfast (rather late, mind you), where she sat amongst her fellow house-mates in disconcerting silence.

Everybody had been so chatty, until she trudged over to their table, the chatting seemed to die down and everyone's mouths seem to tighten up. Stepping over the bench, she feel could pairs of eyes watching her and heard many gasps and suppressed smiles. She looked up and the pairs of eyes instantly looked the other way and the silence lingered on. She knew exactly why they'd gotten quiet. Even the remaining Weasleys (Ron and Ginny) were unusually quiet. Playing off the silence, she reached for a muffin, taking notice Seamus' eyes that seemed to be focus under the table. He instantly made some type of choking noise, as if trying to stifle a laugh, followed by Parvati nudging him hard in the arm. "Seamus!" she hissed quietly. Oh, so they're trying to be sensitive about the situation. How nice, but Hermione rather endure a year of undying insults than sit for only a few minutes in this dead calm. She was a weird one, but let the mockery begin…

She took one more sip of her orange juice, before clearing her throat. A few heads turned and quickly looked away. "Okay guys, this silence is way too suspicious. I know you want to laugh…so I'm giving you approximately 34 seconds to do so," she looked down at her wristwatch. "Starting now," Hermione nodded her head proudly. She waited a few seconds, it started out as a "pre-laugh" from Harry that spread to Ginny, then Dean and soon enough the entire table erupted in to hysterical laughter. Hermione smiled teasingly and continued nodding her head unashamedly. "Yeah, yeah laugh all you want. 21 seconds and counting…"

She watched them, Harry was laughing so hard he had to remove his glasses and wipe away tears. Ginny's face was so red; it was at close range to the shade of her hair. Seamus and Ron were bellowing loud with every glace they took under the table. Lavender was hissing away and in the midst of it all, Parvati was trying to shush them, but at the same time trying to hide in her fit of giggles. Hermione really found no humor in this. And okay, maybe 34 seconds was more than enough. Yes, it was time for the "laugh-out-loud-at-Hermione's-expense" fest to come to an end. But she should've known better even as she tried to stop them. "It's not funny. All of you, shut it!" They continued laughing, not hearing Hermione at all. She pleaded again, "C'mon guys, please. You've had your time to laugh. Stop, c'monnnn…."

"Yeah, yeah, the lot of you quiet down now!" Parvati soothed, choking up one last giggle. The laughter seemed to finally die down and heavy breathing could be heard throughout the table. From across the table a thick Irish accent could be heard.

"It's a lovely day Hermione, been to the pond lately? I'm sure the ducks would be glad ta' share their breadcrumbs wit ya!" Seamus joked loudly. Hermione smiled at him distastefully.

"Afterall, you're apart of the family now!"

"Dean!" Ginny squealed defensively. But laughter proceeded. "C'mon guys stop," she whined trying to hide her smile. "Hermione's right it's not that funny…"

"…It's painfully funny," Ron chuckled.

"Okay guys you're hurting her feelings," Parvati said again, always the voice of concern (a close second to Hermione, of course).

"Aww, cheer up Hermione," assured Neville as he walked by and her a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"You shouldn't feel bad…" Harry smiled weakly, looking at his best female friend with encouraging eyes.

"Besides, you know what they say about big feet…?" Ron chimed in, smiling wickedly.

He incidentally turned to Harry and maybe it was because they were best friends and thought alike, but simultaneously and enthusiastically they belted out, "BIG SOCKS!"

The table immediately erupted with laughter and Hermione rolled her eyes. Their comments were amusing, but get over it already. She started to become suspicious. Her table was being incredibly loud; surely other tables were being disrupted from their breakfast meal. And her assumptions were correct as she turned around to evil glares, curious eyes, snickers and small chuckles. Just as she was scanning the Great Hall, her eyes suddenly stopped on a most intriguing sight. A few tables over, she saw a puffy-eyed Slytherin sit down at his own table. And this Slytherin looked none to happy.

On the other side of the Great Hall…

Draco was lowering himself to sit down, when he heard a most annoying voice, a voice he did not want to hear in the morning…not this morning.

"Draco darling, are you alright?" she asked, placing her hand on his arm. "W-what happened to you? Your eyes…"she said shaking her head.

"Don't remind me…" Draco responded, clearly fed up already. He snarled and looked straight on; ignoring the looks he was getting from his fellow Slytherins.

"Malfoy! You do realize that we have a fucking match to play in less than an hour?" Blaise Zabini questioned snappishly. Another annoying voice he didn't want to hear in the morning. And Draco snapped right back…

"And what's it to you?!" he spat harshly, whipping his head to turn to Blaise. Pansy slowly leaned back; she was right in between the two pair of hot-heads.

"What's it to me?! Only the fact that I'm—we're relying on you to catch that bloody snitch. This may be our last chance for the Cup Finals and you know Potter gave you a hellish run for yo--"

"Sod off Zabini. I'll catch that bloody snitch."

"Catch it? How?!? You can barely see! How many fingers am I holding up?" Blaise asked curiously, sticking four fingers in Draco's line of vision.

"Put your fucking hands down. I can see fine, alright? And for the record…four." And with that Draco focused on his empty plate, filling it with toast and eggs.

Blaise grunted and focused back to his own breakfast.

Pansy watched Draco worriedly, he looked so uptight, more than usual and he didn't look well. Not at all. "Draco?"

He grunted, tilting his head to give her a grimacing look (which came out rather frightening because of how unsightly he looked).

She pressed her lips together in fret, "Draco, maybe you should go to the nurse. You look terrible."

Dropping his fork, he slowly turned to her again. If his eyes could get any narrower, they did. "I'm fine. I can see. And I don't need to go the fucking nurse, alright?!"

Pansy nodded her head in agreement and looked away; don't mess with Draco when he's in a bad mood. And he was definitely in a bad mood, he seemed irritable. The next thing she heard was a goblet crashing down onto the wooden surface and looked just in time to see Draco rise from the table and walk off.

How could he forget? Okay, he didn't forget, but it slipped his mind. Waking up to an earth-shattering headache can definitely cause things to slip your mind. So maybe that's why he forgot such a crucial detail. He sighed and lowered his head onto his pillow.

Once he abruptly left from breakfast, he decided he'd rest a bit. He needed to relax and figure out what he was going to do. For today was March 2nd, 1997…Slytherin's second match against Gryffindor…

Commentary: Sorry, but that sock joke never gets old. I'm sorry if it's not funny. . . . but I think it's fuckin hilarious! Hehehe, I hope this story is somewhat humorous, sometimes I try and it's not funny…most of the time I don't and it IS funny. Heh, funny how the world works, but anyways I promise you I'm a very funny person in real life. You would love me…hehe did you love this chapter?? Well tell me what you think, review. Please reviewwww!!! Chapter 3 will come in a day or two. - xXTheArtystXx