The Axe Effect

By: VoldemortsIllegitimateChild

Chapter Two: Dedalus GIGGLE

A/N: The Axe Effect makes Hermione act slightly different.  She acts more like Parvati.  Innuendo runs heavy in this chapter—you've been forewarned.    

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                Hermione sat in her Advanced Ancient Runes class, looking around unhappily.  She wished Harry or Ron was there, but they didn't take it.  Oh well, she thought, even if they did, I still wouldn't have a partner; they'd be together.  The door swung open, and everyone looked to it expectantly.  All of the girls let out happy smiles as Blaise Zabini walked in. 

                Normally, Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't share this class, but due to the lack of interest, the advanced class had people from all four houses.  And all of these people had partners for the project.  Except, it looked like, her and Blaise.  She glanced around the room and saw there were no more empty seats left.  With a small sigh, she pulled her bag off of the chair next to her, and grinning, announced, "There's a seat over here, Blaise."

                He grinned charmingly, and it took a bit of her self-control not to squeal in ecstasy.  "Hey, how's it going?" he said suavely, sliding in next to her. 

                "F-fine," she said.  She picked up her quill for the table and twirled it in front of her.  "You don't have a partner yet do you?" 

                "I don't think so, considering I don't even know why we need one," he said.

                "Oh, of course, how stupid of me," said Hermione, her cheeks slightly red. "We have a partner project about Elvin Runes.  It should take us about a month to complete it."

                "Then I'd love to be your partner. So, when should we start?" he asked. 

                "Um…how about tomorrow, in the library?" Hermione suggested. 

                "Fine with me," Blaise said.  He turned away then, waving, nodding, smiling and flirting with his many other female admirers, most of whom were giggling.  Hermione smiled to herself, pulled out "Hogwarts, A History," and began reading. 

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                Ginny Weasley pulled out book after book in the library.  She couldn't find the answer to her problems in "Common Solutions to Potion Problems", "How to Solve Your Prank Nightmare," or in any other of the dozen or so books she had tried.  She threw her quill down in frustration and tried not to scream.

                "What's a matter, Weasel?  Found out there's no way to turn freckles into Galleons?"  Who else would make such a slur about her appearance and her financial status but Draco Malfoy?   

                Ginny looked up at him, but found that she was unable to answer back.  She stared at him for a few moments.  Then she abruptly turned and walked to a different table.  To an outsider, she looked calm, but on the inside she was seething., not just because Malfoy was a ferret faced bastard, but because she suddenly found herself unable to tell him so.   

                She glanced at her wristwatch (leftover from Charlie; it was brown with a gaudy green dragon on it) and smiled.  She'd been at it for three hours now, and could take a break without feeling too pathetic.  She made her way out of the library, carrying yet another book to read that night.  She was groaning under its heavy weight, and didn't notice the person in front of her until he spoke. 

                "Ah, Miss Weasley, precisely the child I was hoping to find," he said, peering down over her with half-moon spectacles. 

                "You wanted to see me, Headmaster?"

                "Yes, I did.  But perhaps it would be best if we spoke in my office?" 

                Ginny nodded.  It was now that she beginning to get nervous, but it seemed to her she was not in the place to disagree. 

                They made there way to the office and Ginny sat down in the chair in front of his desk.  "Oh! Lemon drops!" she cried, forgetting herself for a moment.  "May I have one?"

                "Certainly," Dumbledore smiled.  "I have found that many of my students and colleagues have a strong distaste for them. I am glad I am not the only one at Hogwarts who finds them enjoyable." 

                Ginny sucked on her candy for a minute, waiting for Dumbledore to speak.  When he didn't she asked, "What did you want to speak to me about?"

                "I try to know as much as I can about the goings on of my students, Miss Weasley.  And it has come to my attention that on the morning of the first you slipped a potion into the drinks of Misters Potter, Weasley, and Malfoy," Dumbledore said, surveying her quietly. 

                Ginny's mouth wanted to speak, but her mind though of nothing to say, so what came out sounded like: "Aaah…uuuh…"  Dumbledore said nothing to interrupt her wordless mumbles. 

                 After what seemed like hours, words came to Ginny's mind and she blurted them out without thinking about them.  "Oh, shit!"  Then, realizing what she said, she clapped her hand over her mouth and looked up at Dumbledore.  

                He gave no indication he had heard her curse at all.  Instead, he continued, "I am also aware that it appears the potion has also affected Mr. Zabini."  Ginny said nothing, so he continued further. "I shall not tell these young men what had happened to them."  Ginny was quite relieved, until "I shall leave that to you, as I leave the task of finding an antidote to you."  Ginny groaned inwardly.  Hopefully this would be punishment enough.  It wasn't.  "I'm afraid I must also give you detention with Mr. Malfoy for a week.  You do know he is the Head Boy?"

                Ginny nodded.  "That is all Miss Weasley.  I suggest you return to your common room now.  I do hope I'm correct in assuming you are working hard to fix this?" 

                Ginny nodded again, and left.  Things are just getting better and better, aren't they? , she thought sarcastically to herself.

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                On the other side of the world, things were going quite well for Ron and Harry, who were shocked to see so many spectators at their Quidditch practice.  The stands were half-filled, which was rare for a practice.  All of the spectators were girls, in groups of twos or threes, giggling foolishly.   The practice ended, and Harry and Ron touched down.  They immediately found themselves surrounded by girls, from all four houses and years. 

                "Gosh, Harry, you're so good!  Could you ride me- I mean with me?" a Ravenclaw asked.  A Hufflepuff pushed her out of the way.  "Can I take a ride on your broomstick, Harry?"

                But, maybe for the second time in his life, Ron was not shunted to the side. 

                "Gosh, Ron, you're so good.  Maybe I could see your balls?" a Slytherin said, batting her eyes.  Harry looked at Ron (who's ears where quite red) and raised his eyebrows.   "Um… could you leave us alone so we can get changed?" Harry asked. 

                Giggleing, the girls sauntered away.  Harry and Ron went to the locker rooms.  Ron finished first.   "Want me to wait for you?" he asked. 

                "No, you go ahead," Harry said.    

                "Okay. I'll see you in the Common Room, then," Ron said, walking out.  He was surprised to see Lavender waiting for him.  The Gryffindor girls of his year weren't at the practice.  "Hi, Ron," she said.  They started up towards the castle together.    

                "So.  Hogsmeade's this weekend," Lavender said.

                "Yeah.  Are you going?"  Ron asked.

                "Maybe.  It'd be nice to have someone to go with," she said wistfully. 

                "Yeah…" Ron replied absently, thinking of the amazing Wronski Feint Harry had done in practice. 

                Lavender read his thoughts.  "Honestly, Ron, when are you not thinking of Quidditch?"

                "When I'm thinking of chess and food," Ron said.  "And how much I hate Snape." 

                Lavender grinned at this.  "I haven't gone to Hogsmeade in such a long time," she said.  "It's so pathetic to go alone when Parvati is with Seamus.  I wish I had a boyfriend." 

                The ever oblivious Ron answered, "You will have one.  You're pretty and smart and all of that." 

                "Then why am I always alone?" Lavender asked.  They had reached the Common Room then, but she stood in front of the portrait hole, blocking him.  "Are you going to ask me to Hogsmeade or not?" 

                "Er…do you want to go to Hogsmeade?" Ron asked. 

                "I'd love to," Lavender answered. 

                The Common Room never looked so pretty and warm. 

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Dear Journal,

                Snape's just come in and told me I've to baby sit the little Weasel during her detention.  It'd be bad enough to be watching anyone else research potion theories, but why does it have to be her?  

                Something funny happened today though.  I saw her looking quite frustrated in the library and thought I'd have some fun.  I made a rather funny crack about her not being able to change her freckles into Galleons, and she didn't do anything. 

                You know as well as anyone she's grown an annoying backbone over the last year and a half, today it was like she was that same meek girl she used to be.  It's strange, but I like the tough one better.  She had spark, which is something none of the girls in here have. 

Until tomorrow,

Draco Augustus Malfoy

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1,544 words!  I feel it should be longer to make up for the weight, but you know what?  Screw it!  Anyways, love all my reviewers lots.  Thought I'd kick a few shout-outs! 

Gina: Thanks!  I did.

Siora: You saved me from making a rather big blunder, and I thank you for it.  You rock!

Bobby: We shall see…shall see…shall see

Kaitlyn: Thanks, I love white chocolate.  Especially white chocolate.  Mmm ::drools::  I love wrong reviews.  Could you scrounge one up for me?

Heaven's Devil Is Me: Thanks.  As with Siora, you saved me from a big mistake.  Thanks! Blaise is a guy. 

Heather M:  I will be back…challenging Arnold Swhartzenager?  LOL.

Life sux:  Cheer up a bit, man!  But thanks.

FRENCHiE-EM0RY:   I read the first chappie and I may have reviewed, anyway, I thought the sexuality bit was hysterical!  Stupid site experiencing overload.  

Ohepelss Oramtnci: Hope I Spelled your name right.  God, are you trying to make it hard on me?? Dun dun dun!

Lipstickandbruises: Never let it be said funny commercials are pointless!

Forbidden: You went crazy with the copy and paste tools, didn't you?? 

Kitty Felton: I know!  I totally relate to your review, except all the guys I know that smell good (except one) are complete assholes!!  I had to tell my best guy friend how to put on cologne.  I think the pour kind (w.o spray) was too advanced for him. 

Kyra Invictus Black: Ginny didn't feel like getting 2 years of cleaning the Hospital Wing bedpans.  LOL

AtC-dEe : Gotta love the Axe Effect commercials. 

Little-kat-girl: You're much too kind!
Update!: LOL!  Um, you too are no longer allowed to copy and paste.  Thanks! 

Alcapacien/Quiggles :  ::Sigihs:: Can't do that, I'm afraid.  I'm a G/D by heart!