A/N: Hello people of the world! I would like to say thank you to funguss for reviewing my story and I'm very happy even if it's only one because I know that eventually people would come to read my story... I HOPE! Anyway... here's chapter 2! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Everything is of J.K. Rowling except the weird plot of my story.

Chapter 2 – The Revengeful, Small and Big

'An hour and a half of working for Hermione.' This was what Ron's uncanny mind was pondering about.

'God Harry!' he finally said.

'My eyes are all blurry already! It's like having yourself place threads and needle for the last 16 years of your life and then slowly, you feel your eyes get watery and watery and then violet spots start appearing... SLOWLY... then, they're gonna be life slo mo fireworks snapping then, it'll spread fast like wizarding gossip and turn into blackness BEYOND and then, the next thing you realize is that you've become BLIND DUE TO THIS NONSTOP NONPROFITABLE MAKING OF HATS FOR THOSE LITTLE POINTY EARED PEOPLE!' Ron's constant yabbering came to a halt when a ball of thread came flying towards his face. The ball of thread Hermione threw right in the middle of his face.

Right there, in the very middle.

The exact middle of middlesness.

The ball stuck there with Ron looking at it extremely cross eyed.

And since the thread was of the shade of red, it was like a humungous freckle has just been slapped and glued in the middle of Ronald Weasley's face. Right there in the middle.

Right there, in the very middle.

The exact middle of middlesness.

Then slowly, the ball fell and rolled to Harry's part of table. Which in that case it to Ron's right.

'OUCH!'

That was Ron's instantaneous reaction. Harry stared at the ball and suddenly started poking it with his finger.

Poke. Stare. Poke. Stare. Poke. Stare.

Harry looked at Ron. 'Ron, it isn't even hard. It's a bloody ball of thread. How can it even hurt you? Use your common sense that the high one gave you.'

'Oh, is that so, Mr. Wise guy?' Ron started huffing arrogantly. Like he had something evil in his mind.

Hermione rolled her eyes and waited for his thoughts to come out of his chatterbox.

'If it's only to be figured out by the means of common sense, then why did you have to poke it to know if it's soft eh?' he said, feeling quite proud of his statement.

'Oh brother...' Hermione thought as Harry sat in silence completely speechless to give his defense back. Ron now started babbling about this topic without even stopping to see if his friends have something to say. Hermione was now boiling up completely and is already infuriated now by Ron's noise and his incapability to work before talk. She threw another ball of thread, square in the middle of Ron's face, in the very middle like a freckle.

'OUCH!' Ron had said once again.

Harry was supposed to say something but Hermione beat him to it. 'Zip it Harry!' Hermione snapped.

Ron opened his mouth but quickly shut it when Hermione stared at him. A glare I mean... A death glare that is.

'Firstly, it's soft so no need to get attention by saying it hurt you, Ron.' Hermione started. 'Secondly, Harry, stop acting like a retard.' she told Harry as she displayed the act of poking and starting with a mocking expression tainted in her face.

'Third, Ron, we've just been working for just about 15 minutes, so why are you complaining that your eyes are suffering? And besides, you're just cutting patterns, for heaven's sake! You're not even holding a freaking thread nor needle, so don't make excuses.' Ron's ears are now turning as red as it can go.

'Fourth, they're called HOUSE ELVES, Ron! H-O-U-S-E---'

'I know how to spell it, Mione.' Ron backed right away.

'Humph!' Hermione muttered. 'Lastly, we're doing this for a good cause, so we need team work so stop biting each others head off!'

Harry was still not uttering any word but Ron did. 'But we're not biting each other's head off!'

'It's called HYPERBOLE Ron. Exaggeration...' she informed her friend.

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In the midst of the trio's argument, they least know that in the most secret lair of revengeful souls, a plot is being planned to punish one of them and one of their enemies.

The said 'most secret lair of revengeful souls' was a place they did not expect to be... The Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... The one place that is the least suspected and the hardest to breech... It is behind the stone walls was the kitchen and this kitchen filled with all the goodies a kid can dream of, was the said 'most secret lair of revengeful souls'. Dun dun dun dun...

And yes! Those souls are from some of what everyone thought as of good hearted and kind. But truly, time will uncover their true identity. The lovable house elves are not as lovable as they may seem.

'Alright! Winky is now proposing this.' The little house elf Winky, said while standing on a table with a spatula in one hand. 'Winky says that Winky is not happy with good Mr. Harry Potter's friend, Ms. Hermione Granger, because she makes clothes. Clothes for us. Winky does not like that because it is hard for Winky to clean up the towers because Winky avoids clothes. Winky does not want to leave Hogwarts beautiful castle. Winky loves this job, and this place. Winky does not want to say bye-bye to Winky's home. Now Winky wants Ms. Hermione Granger to learn the seriousness of this. Winky wants her to learn her lesson. We do not wants to leave this place and Winky knows you also friends of Winky's does want to work for good grateful Master Dumbledore. So what do Winky's friends say?' she finished her statement brave in front of all the house elves in the castle.

'We agrees with friend Winky!' shouted the house elves, raising their hands with different kinds of kitchenware.

Dobby then stood beside Winky and everyone fell into silence.

'Dobby sir knows that you all know that I, Dobby gets the hats and clothes that Mr. Harry Potter's friend, Ms. Hermione because Dobby is already free. But if you need Dobby's help, I'll be of service.' he said as he bowed down and blinked several times as they cheered. He held his head once more.

'But Dobby also needs help.' He said as he nodded and blinked. 'Dobby wants to let young former Master Draco Malfoy understand all the bad and cruel things he has done to Dobby and his friends before Dobby was set by good Mr. Harry Potter.' Dobby said nervously as he swayed and looked at his feet.

'We will help you, friend Dobby!' Winky said as a room full of big anxious eyes nodded all the same time in agreement.

'And now, Winky says, we will do what is just and right under Master Dobby's honor!' Winky shouted followed by the chanting of the phrase 'Dobby's Army' as the rest of the clan raised their kitchenware into the beat.

Dobby's eyes started to build up with tears of joy and smiled shyly. They then started carrying him.

And so, the objectives of their plan were now being settled in 'the most secret lair of revengeful souls'.

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Going back to the 'victim' of the D.A. and his friends, they were quite restless from their endless argument with each other.

'Stop! Stop! Stop!' Hermione said behind gritted teeth. 'Could both of you just shut up?' she said as she stood up.

'Mione, where are you off to?' Harry asked.

'I'm going to the bathroom.' she answered as she started towards it.

'A chance to hex Malfoy!' Ron snickered.

'Don't you two even dare, or you'll get it.' she warned. 'You are not to cause any trouble.'

'You're siding with Malfoy now? How could you?' Ron said but only received a glare from Hermione as a response as locked herself inside the lavatory. The reason why she didn't want trouble because she knew that Malfoy would get back at her.

Harry gave Ron and they stood up slowly and crept towards Malfoy's room.

'You open the door.' Ron said.

'You're the one who thought of this.' Harry replied.

'But you're the one who made the signal to stand up.' he responded.

'But you did agree by standing up.' Harry said as he looked at his friend.

'Oh, alright.' Harry whispered and slowly turned the knob.

'It's locked!' he announced, turning to Ron who stood behind him.

'Well the, go on, go on, go on. Do the spell.' Ron urged Harry

Harry reached the inside of his robe to get his wand. When it was now pointed to the knob, he whispered an 'aloha mora' and the door clicked open.

'Better reach for your wand too, mate. We might get into trouble.'

'Oh, right...' muttered Ron.

'I hope you guys aren't doing anything unwanted!' shouted Hermione from the inside of the lavatory.

'We're not!' the two shouted back in unison.

Harry turned the knob open, pushing it slowly as he felt Ron towering over him to see what was inside when---

'Then what are you two presumably doing?' Hermione's sudden voice came from behind them which caused the two to startle in surprise and fall down onto Malfoy's room floor. Harry and Ron quickly tried to stand up but wasn't able to because Ron fell on top of Harry causing them to stumble. The trio looked up from the floor to scan the room, left to right.

There was a wall, closet, table, bed, desk, an angry Malfoy in green boxers, closet, and a wall.

'Wait! Malfoy in green boxers?!' Hermione thought as she stood there, oblivious to the world around. 'Nice body though...' Her mouth gaped open at the toned body in front of her but quickly shut it. 'What did I just say?' she thought.

Malfoy shifted his angry look from Scarhead and Weasel to the girl standing outside his room.

Their gazes met.

'Oh crap!' Hermione said, blushes rising in her cheeks as she turned around.

'Never seen a guy in boxers?' Malfoy smirked then looked at the two boys staring at him. His amusement to Granger's actions now turned into rage.

'What the hell do you think are you two doing?' he demanded.

'I... ah... well... we were just... er... hex... you...' Harry was caught speechless then tried standing up but as Ron did the same, they just collided with each other.

Hermione's voice now came to life. 'Harry! Ron! Please get out here NOW and explain everything.' she demanded, still with her back from them.

The two tried standing up again.

'What the fuck are you two doing? Snooping around and all... I want an answer.' Malfoy also demanded in great irritation.

But the emotion in his eyes turned to mischief and he laughed coldly and arrogantly.

'Why can't you two stand up properly? Never seen a guy in boxers before?' he asked his former question now to Harry and Ron.

'Or the reason why you can't stand up is because you seem intimidated by the sight of me... Or maybe,' he continued on. 'the reason why you were snooping around is because you two are fags and you two literally drool on me.' He laughed as he walked towards the foot of his bed and looked at the two, fuming, who were already up on their feet.

'No, we're not.' Ron said behind gritted teeth.

'Defensive, eh? Oh, this would be fun.' Malfoy told himself.

'Why you...' hissed Harry as he started stomping towards Malfoy, gripping his wand tightly.

'Cut this bullshit, you three!' demanded the Head Girl which made the boys look at her. 'And Harry, Ron, please do get out of Malfoy's room and help me fix up our mess.'

Malfoy chuckled. 'Your mom's calling you... Better not get to her temper.'

'Zip it, jerk.' Hermione called to Malfoy.

'Who you calling jerk, bitch?' he yelled back at Hermione.

'Never call her that!' Harry told Malfoy with great fury.

Malfoy chuckled. He had Harry figured out in fifth year. He knew Harry fancies Hermione. He was just waiting for the time to assure himself that Ron also likes Hermione so that he could break Potter and Weasel's friendship. Harry and Ron both glared at Malfoy.

'Don't you do anything... or I'll kill you.' threatened Ron as he slammed his door close. But even as the door was closed, he can still hear Malfoy guffawing behind the walls of his room.

As Harry and Ron sat on the table, Hermione just stared at them while standing behind the table. Hermione waited until they looked quite nervous of her and looked prepared for her sermon. She folded her arms.

'What the hell is the matter with both of you?' she started and waited in silence. At least the two boys knew not to answer her this time. She was completely angry with them and at the same time, quite surprised. She doesn't get angry at them when they would fool around before. 'Maybe it was because of her Head Girl duties rubbing her off.' Ron thought.

'You two well know that being the head girl, I shouldn't tolerate on behaviors like these.'

'Well thought Ron.' Ron's mind told him.

'Aside from that, a whole new gossip would be flying around school saying you two fancy Malfoy. Well, at least it would end the gossip about my dream, but still guys! It's Malfoy we're talking about! He can pull anything from his evil nut shell and make our sixth year hell! I wouldn't want that because we have barely two years in this castle and I want them to be the best years of our entire life!' she told her friends as she sat down in front of them and sighed.

'I care for you guys. You two are my best friends and even if you do know that I care, you don't know that I exceed beyond what I say.' Hermione stated.

Ron's eyes now showed hope from her statement. Could he also be in love with Hermione?

'And besides, you two know that I'm sharing a dorm with Malfoy, he can get back at me any time. And he and I, we both have to work as a team with our duties. So please don't let me get caught in the middle.'

The two nodded.

'Thanks guys! Now you two be off to the Gryffindor tower before Filch catches you.' she said while standing up and pushing them out the portrait hole.

They said their 'good nights' and Hermione went back in to fix their mess. Malfoy went out of his room and sat at the chair as Hermione looked at him. He was now wearing decent clothes and not only his boxers on.

'What do you want now? I don't have time for your silly games. I have to sleep.' she said callously as she placed a shrinking spell over her things and placed in it her pocket. She looked up at Malfoy who was staring at her.

'You do have a tongue so speak up.' she said but still hadn't had a reply from the Slytherin.

She sat sown in front of him and stared at his eyes for the longest time ever. Neither spoke nor even broke their gazes.

'I'm tired Malfoy, I'll go now.' she informed him as she walked towards her room. Hermione was opening her door when Malfoy finally spoke up.

'He's in love with you and you're too blind to see it.' Malfoy said, still seated, his back from Hermione.

'What?'

'Harry is in love with you and you're too blind to see it.'

'No he's not. He's just my friend. Where the hell did you get that anyway?' Hermione said as she stared at Malfoy who stood up and walked towards his room.

'The way he defends you in front of me and the way his eyes show fury with my words against you, they speak the truth of his being. Don't be stupid, mudblood.' he said as he went inside his room and locked it.

Hermione just stared at the door. She couldn't believe what Malfoy just said and why he had said it to her. Her life doesn't mean anything to a pureblood. But it doesn't mean his life meant anything to her. The line was clear; he's a pureblood Malfoy, her arch enemy. Then, his door abruptly opened.

'And by the way Granger, wait for the hot gossip tomorrow about your stupid fags. It would be hot news.' he smirked at her and immediately closed the door.

See, he was clearly her rival and nothing more.

'Asshole, and a complete one, may I add.' Hermione said as she went inside her room and locked it.

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