(Oh yeah, I realized that I didn't end the last chapter with a Perfect.
That's kind of because technically that was only Part 1 of the chapter,
which would have been a lot longer if I had added it all together, and this
is the Part 2. So.... Yeah.
Also, I just got done watching Misery. ;-; The dark side of being an author. shudder Oh well. At least I'm not good enough to get that famous, what with the psychotic depraved lunatic fans and everything. I'll be sure to count my blessings ;)
And major issues, I'm obsessed too ;) And isn't just about everyone involved in this fic a crazy teenager? :p
Disclaimer - I own the plot, and Artemis. But you don't really know who that is, so I'm guessing it doesn't matter much. Other than that, it's all borrowed property
Oh yeah, and I'm mad at you if you put me on your author alert watch/favorites list and didn't even bother to review. Thanks; I really know how much you care.)
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"Looks like we've got company!" squeaked Pansy in between fits of giggles.
Draco didn't bother turning around right away, knowing perfectly well who it was. He heard the footsteps stop behind him.
"Well-" he began, turning to look at the trio with a smirk on his face. He never got to finish his sentence, for he just barely managed to dodge a very angry fist aiming towards his head. He scrambled out of his seat and stood, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, facing a pair of extremely angry Gryffindors. And one ginger beauty.
He shook his head, horrified at himself. Now, especially, was not the time for that.
Never was the time for that.
He kept his trademark smirk plastered on his face, unwilling to let anyone suspect what kind of torment he was going through with himself.
"Have some sort of problem, Potter?" he sneered.
Harry's face, if at all possible, turned redder.
"You know exactly what my problem is, Malfoy!" he growled, glaring venomously. Draco feigned innocence.
"I'm sure I have absolutely no idea what you're going on about... that is, unless, you've run out of second years to snog. What's the matter? Fancy someone older now?" He lunged out of the way as Harry and Ron both launched themselves at him, but Crabbe was in his way and they all fell in a tangled heap on the floor.
--
As Ron moved to tackle Malfoy, Hermione was bumped into the Slytherin table.
Here's my chance.
She uncorked the vial and moved her hand over Draco's drink in one swift moment. It only took a second for the liquid to pour out.
She jumped out of the way of the brawling boys and smiled a small, satisfied smile.
Perfect.
--
"Boys! Boys!"
Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape waded into the fight and grabbed random arms.
Snape grabbed Goyle and Ron, and McGonagall pulled Harry and Draco apart. Crabbe sat on the floor, looking confused.
"What in the world is going on here?" McGonagall cried shrilly.
Everyone tried to answer at once.
"Malfoy spread rumours-!"
"...Came up and attacked me!"
"...Bloody little git!"
"....what?"
McGonagall silenced them all.
"There will be no fighting between anyone, for whatever reasons! Thirty points from Slytherin and Gryffindor both, and detention for you all!"
There were loud protests from both sides.
"They started it!"
"We were outnumbered!"
"...Provoked!"
"...Bigger!"
"....what?"
McGonagall would hear no more.
"Now, please, if you would kindly take your seats and resume your breakfast!"
Draco jerked his arm away and sat down, looking sour. Goyle helped Crabbe up and they too sat silently.
Hermione tugged Ron and Harry's arms, urging them to come back and sit. She was anxious to get as far away from the Slytherin table as possible. She still didn't know if there were going to be any side effects.
Finally they submitted to being towed across the Great Hall, this time all of them ignoring the whispers.
--
When they finally sat down, Harry grabbed the plate of bacon for himself (bumping Dean rather roughly in the process) and started piling things on his plate. He was still furious. And humiliated. He looked up to grab some toast, and saw Seamus and Neville's head drop instantly. He'd had enough.
"What?" he asked flatly, helping himself.
Seamus just shook his head, but Neville peeked up at Harry.
"It....it's not...true...is it?" he squeaked out fearfully.
Harry just stared at him, unbelieving.
"Of course it's not true! Blimey, Neville!" Ron cried, just as thoroughly upset. "What do you take Harry for, anyway? Some kind of perv?"
Neville just turned red and mumbled something again, looking down at his plate.
"I'd have to wonder," Harry said stonily, "what exactly you do think of me, if you'd even have to ask if it was true,"
Neville, Seamus, and Dean looked ashamed.
"Look... sorry, mate. It was just.... People said they'd seen it..." Seamus meekly tried to apologize.
Harry cut him off.
"It's okay. Just... don't listen to trash like that," and he went on with filling his plate.
After a few second of silence, Ron piped up.
"Hey Hermione, did you give him the potion?"
Hermione nodded, her attention focused solely on Malfoy.
So far he'd taken a bite of toast, had a bit of eggs... why wasn't he drinking it?
He reached for his goblet.
She held her breath.
Then she remembered her cover up story.
Frantically she tried to remember the spell before the liquid touched his lips.
She got it.
As soon as she was sure he'd drank at least half of the potion, she muttered it under her breath, aiming her wand at Malfoy through the sleeve of her robe.
She saw the startled looks on the faces of the Slytherins and breathed a sigh of relief.
Perfect.
--
Draco was drinking the last drops, nursing a fat lip and wounded pride, when suddenly Pansy shrieked. He glared at her, agitated. Merlin, what an airhead. But then he realized she was pointing at him.
No... not him. His hair.
He looked at his reflection in his goblet and his jaw dropped.
From the roots, his hair was slowly turning into a brightly colored rainbow.
Starting with a bright neon blue, of all colors, it spread until it melted into an equally vivid green, then yellow, then orange, then red, then purple... adding insult to injury, it shimmered and gave off startling silver sparks whenever that particular color had reached the tips of his hair.
He reached up in horror.
His hair.
He whirled around to see the other three House tables laughing and pointing at him. He glared furiously at the laughing figures of Harry, Ron, and Hermione before jumping up and striding out of the Great Hall.
He was the laughingstock of the whole school.
His revenge on Potter was, for the moment at least, forgotten.
And he still had the Granger issue to work out....
He muttered darkly to himself as he made for the Slytherin Common Room.
-/-
(Yeah.... :d Oi, I ruined 'is beautiful hair! ;-; How will I ever live with myself.... by writing more chapters, of course! By the by, I don't know if I made this clear, but it was only a rumour. I could have made it true, in all my fanfiction powers, but this is trying to be as believable as possible, so there goes my fantasy :d Anyway. I'm having fun. How 'bout you?
EDIT - I'm reposting these chapters without the Perfects because I realize it's just stupid and annoying. :P Sorry for the inconvience (I will keep a few, though, just because it plays into the story.))))
Also, I just got done watching Misery. ;-; The dark side of being an author. shudder Oh well. At least I'm not good enough to get that famous, what with the psychotic depraved lunatic fans and everything. I'll be sure to count my blessings ;)
And major issues, I'm obsessed too ;) And isn't just about everyone involved in this fic a crazy teenager? :p
Disclaimer - I own the plot, and Artemis. But you don't really know who that is, so I'm guessing it doesn't matter much. Other than that, it's all borrowed property
Oh yeah, and I'm mad at you if you put me on your author alert watch/favorites list and didn't even bother to review. Thanks; I really know how much you care.)
-/-
"Looks like we've got company!" squeaked Pansy in between fits of giggles.
Draco didn't bother turning around right away, knowing perfectly well who it was. He heard the footsteps stop behind him.
"Well-" he began, turning to look at the trio with a smirk on his face. He never got to finish his sentence, for he just barely managed to dodge a very angry fist aiming towards his head. He scrambled out of his seat and stood, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, facing a pair of extremely angry Gryffindors. And one ginger beauty.
He shook his head, horrified at himself. Now, especially, was not the time for that.
Never was the time for that.
He kept his trademark smirk plastered on his face, unwilling to let anyone suspect what kind of torment he was going through with himself.
"Have some sort of problem, Potter?" he sneered.
Harry's face, if at all possible, turned redder.
"You know exactly what my problem is, Malfoy!" he growled, glaring venomously. Draco feigned innocence.
"I'm sure I have absolutely no idea what you're going on about... that is, unless, you've run out of second years to snog. What's the matter? Fancy someone older now?" He lunged out of the way as Harry and Ron both launched themselves at him, but Crabbe was in his way and they all fell in a tangled heap on the floor.
--
As Ron moved to tackle Malfoy, Hermione was bumped into the Slytherin table.
Here's my chance.
She uncorked the vial and moved her hand over Draco's drink in one swift moment. It only took a second for the liquid to pour out.
She jumped out of the way of the brawling boys and smiled a small, satisfied smile.
Perfect.
--
"Boys! Boys!"
Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape waded into the fight and grabbed random arms.
Snape grabbed Goyle and Ron, and McGonagall pulled Harry and Draco apart. Crabbe sat on the floor, looking confused.
"What in the world is going on here?" McGonagall cried shrilly.
Everyone tried to answer at once.
"Malfoy spread rumours-!"
"...Came up and attacked me!"
"...Bloody little git!"
"....what?"
McGonagall silenced them all.
"There will be no fighting between anyone, for whatever reasons! Thirty points from Slytherin and Gryffindor both, and detention for you all!"
There were loud protests from both sides.
"They started it!"
"We were outnumbered!"
"...Provoked!"
"...Bigger!"
"....what?"
McGonagall would hear no more.
"Now, please, if you would kindly take your seats and resume your breakfast!"
Draco jerked his arm away and sat down, looking sour. Goyle helped Crabbe up and they too sat silently.
Hermione tugged Ron and Harry's arms, urging them to come back and sit. She was anxious to get as far away from the Slytherin table as possible. She still didn't know if there were going to be any side effects.
Finally they submitted to being towed across the Great Hall, this time all of them ignoring the whispers.
--
When they finally sat down, Harry grabbed the plate of bacon for himself (bumping Dean rather roughly in the process) and started piling things on his plate. He was still furious. And humiliated. He looked up to grab some toast, and saw Seamus and Neville's head drop instantly. He'd had enough.
"What?" he asked flatly, helping himself.
Seamus just shook his head, but Neville peeked up at Harry.
"It....it's not...true...is it?" he squeaked out fearfully.
Harry just stared at him, unbelieving.
"Of course it's not true! Blimey, Neville!" Ron cried, just as thoroughly upset. "What do you take Harry for, anyway? Some kind of perv?"
Neville just turned red and mumbled something again, looking down at his plate.
"I'd have to wonder," Harry said stonily, "what exactly you do think of me, if you'd even have to ask if it was true,"
Neville, Seamus, and Dean looked ashamed.
"Look... sorry, mate. It was just.... People said they'd seen it..." Seamus meekly tried to apologize.
Harry cut him off.
"It's okay. Just... don't listen to trash like that," and he went on with filling his plate.
After a few second of silence, Ron piped up.
"Hey Hermione, did you give him the potion?"
Hermione nodded, her attention focused solely on Malfoy.
So far he'd taken a bite of toast, had a bit of eggs... why wasn't he drinking it?
He reached for his goblet.
She held her breath.
Then she remembered her cover up story.
Frantically she tried to remember the spell before the liquid touched his lips.
She got it.
As soon as she was sure he'd drank at least half of the potion, she muttered it under her breath, aiming her wand at Malfoy through the sleeve of her robe.
She saw the startled looks on the faces of the Slytherins and breathed a sigh of relief.
Perfect.
--
Draco was drinking the last drops, nursing a fat lip and wounded pride, when suddenly Pansy shrieked. He glared at her, agitated. Merlin, what an airhead. But then he realized she was pointing at him.
No... not him. His hair.
He looked at his reflection in his goblet and his jaw dropped.
From the roots, his hair was slowly turning into a brightly colored rainbow.
Starting with a bright neon blue, of all colors, it spread until it melted into an equally vivid green, then yellow, then orange, then red, then purple... adding insult to injury, it shimmered and gave off startling silver sparks whenever that particular color had reached the tips of his hair.
He reached up in horror.
His hair.
He whirled around to see the other three House tables laughing and pointing at him. He glared furiously at the laughing figures of Harry, Ron, and Hermione before jumping up and striding out of the Great Hall.
He was the laughingstock of the whole school.
His revenge on Potter was, for the moment at least, forgotten.
And he still had the Granger issue to work out....
He muttered darkly to himself as he made for the Slytherin Common Room.
-/-
(Yeah.... :d Oi, I ruined 'is beautiful hair! ;-; How will I ever live with myself.... by writing more chapters, of course! By the by, I don't know if I made this clear, but it was only a rumour. I could have made it true, in all my fanfiction powers, but this is trying to be as believable as possible, so there goes my fantasy :d Anyway. I'm having fun. How 'bout you?
EDIT - I'm reposting these chapters without the Perfects because I realize it's just stupid and annoying. :P Sorry for the inconvience (I will keep a few, though, just because it plays into the story.))))