Yeah, I know you guys all hate me. Killing Hermione's parents was a little uncalled for, so I'll try to make it up to you people.
(All sarcasm here)
Hermione: Boy, this sucks.
Draco: I know. Are you okay?
Hermione: Of course, my parents died. Big whoop.
Draco: (cough)
Hermione: Hey, you want to do that Defense Against the Dark Arts project that's due next term?
Draco: Of course, I've been waiting to do that since last week!
Hermione: Oh my God, me too!
(Sorry, but what are they going to talk about when her parents just died, people?)
Chapter 18"I think it's your parents"
"M-my what?" Hermione repeated it over and over in her head. Her parents were murdered. They were dead. Somebody killed them right under her nose. Her blood ran cold and she felt permanently frozen. Draco was sitting in the armchair next to her staring at her with sympathy and curiosity.
"Hermione? Do you want to talk?" Draco didn't know what to say. He knew this happened, but not to anyone he knew. It just happened to witches and wizards that served Voldemort and disobeyed him or something or other. But he never even imagined it would happen to Hermione.
"Oh yes, of course I want to talk. Let's talk about how your Father and Voldemort killed my parents! OR HOW ABOUT HOW YOU'RE A FILTHY BASTARD!" Hermione screamed standing up and crossing the common room towards her door.
"Hermione, come back! How is this all my fault? I didn't do anything!" Draco yelled, even after Hermione slammed her bedroom door. Draco slumped on the couch and looked at the picture again. That looks so nasty. He took the letter and brought it to his room. He'd have to find out if it was really from his father. Something about it didn't look right. Draco walked into his room to examine the letter a little bit more.
Hermione was in her room wiping her eyes. She was standing in the middle of her room reflecting on the things that had happened in the past couple days. I'm on their side and they still killed them. How can they be so evil to their own kind? Hermione wiped her eyes as the new wave of tears started streaming down her cheeks. That bastard. That dirty hole of a bastard! How dare he kill my parents! How dare he threaten me and still take it away!
"HOW DARE HE!" Hermione shouted and threw her potions book out the window. Hermione walked out to the balcony, which was also joined to Draco's room, and looked down at her potion's book on the ground. I'll have to get that later. As for now, take that Snape, you bloody hooligan. It wasn't like Hermione to curse, even in her own mind, but she was in a very strange mood. She was so angry. I just want to do something so- Then she remembered the picture. The picture of her parents, which was probably still on the coffee table in the common room and it's just waiting for me and now I'm rambling again.
Hermione slowly opened her door to make sure Draco wasn't in the common room. If he caught her trying to see the picture, he would have a cow. Draco's door was shut except for a crack. Hermione, not wanting to get caught still, inched over to the coffee table in front of the fire. The picture was face down. Hermione picked it up and took a deep breath. Here we go… Hey, wait a minute. Those aren't my parents! (AN: good clifie, but I won't) They sort of look like…Hermione turned the picture upside down. They sort of look like rag dolls with fake blood all over them. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! Except this time Hermione laughed out loud.
Draco's door swung open to reveal an infuriated Draco. He walked over to Hermione and noticed she was holding the picture. And she's laughing? How sick is that? Evil wizards, who, by the way, take a picture of the whole ordeal, murder your parents and you're laughing?
"Hermione, what's gotten into you?" Draco asked. He walked behind her to look over her shoulder. It was still the murdered couple, except there was something weird about them.
Hermione, on the other hand, hadn't even noticed Draco there until he had said something. She then tried to stifle her laughs to a minimum as Draco looked over her shoulder. I swear I can see the red bottle to the left, there.
"Hermione, what in the world are you laughing at? Those are your parents, there. And they're dead!" Draco said. He was starting to think Hermione had been possessed or something.
"But Draco, they aren't my parents!" Hermione said. She was smiling now, and kept glancing between the picture and Draco. She started laughing again. Draco took the picture.
"What do you- Oh my god. Those are dolls!" Draco said, noticing the bottle to the left of a red guy rag doll. He started to laugh, too. Soon, Hermione and Draco could be found in a giant heap on the floor, laughing their heads off. Hermione got a hold of herself and started to wipe her eyes again. Draco got up too and dusted himself off. There was an awkward pause as they looked at each other and away from each other. Hermione had the first word.
"Well, I guess I'll be going to bed, now…Goodnight, Draco." Hermione said walking to her bedroom. Well, that was fun. Never thought Draco would willingly laugh on a floor with his expensive clothes on.
"Goonight, Hermione." Draco said, as Hermione's door closed. Now I have to do laundry. Ugh, these are dry-clean only!
Meanwhile in Harry and Ron's Dorm…
"Shh, quiet Seamus. You're going to wake him up!" Harry whispered. Harry, Seamus, Dean and Neville were all crouching by Ron's bed. Ron was, of course, asleep.
"So, how'd you get this brilliant plan, Harry?" Dean whispered from across the bed. Seamus was sitting next to him.
"Well, Ron mentioned that it would be funny if someone stuffed an Exploding Snap up their nose and lit it off."
"Won't he get really mad at you, Harry?" Neville asked. He wasn't all for the idea in the first place, but he'd done it so he could run out of the dorm with the rest of them.
"Probably, but there's really only one way to find out." Harry stuffed the tiny rocket into Ron's nose. At that exact moment, Ron snored, which pushed it farther into his nose. They all laughed. Harry took his wand out of his pocket and put it near the rocket's tail.
"Get ready to run, lads." Seamus whispered, standing up along with everybody else.
"Lumos Inflamare." Harry whispered. The fire started crackling and the boys ran out of the room.
Crack. BANG!
"HARRY, THIS IS NOT FUNNY! GET THIS THING OUT OF MY NOSE! I SAID SOMEONE, NOT ME! HARRY!!" Ron eventually woke up the whole tower. Then Lavender had to yank it out of his nose, which made Ron's face, of course, the color of a clown's nose.
Yay! Now, wasn't that awesome? Hermione's parents didn't die, and Ron got some more payback. For what, I have no idea. Ron: Hey! Anyways, R&R!