CHAPTER NINE:

"Malfoy, your dare is..."

"Go, Ron, make it good!" Harry whispered in his ear.

"Your dare is...uhm, I forgot!"

Everyone in the room groaned and shook their heads.

"No, really! It was all planned out! Perfect! But...I just don't seem to remember it!" Ron told them.

Malfoy smirked. "Perhaps poor Weasley's getting too old, huh? Just like your Muggle-loving parents," he said snidely.

The Weasleys turned red.

"Take that back Malfoy!"

"Don't you talk to our parents like that!"

"Yeah! Even though Mum's mouth never stops and she whacks us with her frying pan at least 10 times a day because we put dungbombs and stink pellets on her wardrobe closet and she keeps blackmailing us into doing good, angelic things because she saw us pee at her favorite plant while we were sleeping and-"

"Hey! That's supposed to be a secret!" Fred interrupted.

The group looked at the twins in disbelief.

"You PEED on a PLANT?!" Parvati exclaimed, eyes as wide as saucers.

"Well, not exactly, Fred didn't pee, he, you know, released his wastes and everything on the pot," George corrected matter-of-factly.

"WHAAAT?!!"

"That was bloody-hahahaha!!!" Draco laughed, gripping the chair nearby for support.

"And...when did this happen?" Harry said, using the last bit of self control he has before he cracks.

"Last summer holidays," Georgle replied gleefully.

Fred's face was burning with humiliation as he heard all the laughter coming from the room.

"So-so-so that's why the soil I was digging sometime in the summer stinks so much! That was Fred's poop?!" Ron said, his face contorting into an expression of utter shock.

"Oh-my-gosh," Hermione said, unable to breathe anymore.

Draco felt as if he couldn't take it anymore. "Weasley, you DON'T know POOP when you've seen one? Are you sure you're not from outer space?"

This sent everyone bursting into tears of joy.

Ron couldn't possibly get any redder. "I-I...Oh, shut it, Malfoy! Are we forgetting we're on the middle of thinking of YOUR dare?!"

Draco smirked. "Go on, then, Poop-haired."

Even Harry laughed at this comment, saying, "Sorry, Ron, sorry! I just can't help it!"

"Argh! I am so fed up with you, Malfoy! You think your artificial hair's the best!" Ron yelled.

"Why, of course, it's the best. MY strands of hair are like the finest silk. Smooth, soft, with just the perfect color, combed 30 times a day by either Crabbe or Goyle, applied with just the most expensive and scented shampoo in the whole wizarding world, adored by every single-"

"SHUT UP MALFOY!" Ron was now like a raging buffalo. "If you're so proud of your hair, let's see if it'll be better in brown! Go on, I dare you to change it to brown!"

"How did you know I was going to answer dare?" Draco smirked, infuriating Ron to no end.

Harry and Hermione just shook their heads sadly, sighing. Oh, the negative effects of Ron being in a bad mood, saying nonsense things.

"Great, a perfect opportunity to get back at that devil, all went to waste!" Harry whispered to Hermione.

"Just do the dare!" Ron yelled.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "What was the dare again?" he demanded.

Ron gritted his teeth. "CHANGE YOUR HAIR TO BROWN!!!" he nearly yelled on Malfoy's ear.

"Eek! Ron, you're turning into Snape!" Lavenders said.

"WHAAAT???!!!!!" Draco exclaimed, causing all corners of the room to shake.

"First Snape, then Ron, and now Malfoy! What has the world gone to?!" Parvati said.

"You-you-you can't do that! That's like ruining my oh-so-perfect hair!!! How could you evil hearted bastard be the cause of misery for those thousand fans clubs of mine?! You can't deprive me of MY hair!!!" Draco said, as usual, being his waaaay too overdramatic self.

"DO THE DARE MALFOY!!!!"

Draco glared at Ron. "But-but brown?! Why BROWN??? It can't be brown! Brown is the symbol of dirt, impurity and reserved only for mudbloods like Granger-"

If looks could kill, Draco should have long perished in this world. "You BASTARD!!!" Hermione shouted, ready to pounce on Draco but Parvati held her back.

"Don't pretend like it's not true, because it is! Look at MY hair, it's whitish-blond, the color of purebloods. But don't worry, Granger, your mud like hair has its uses too, like, you know, a broom, dirty, thick...." Draco said, while fingering strands of his shiny hair as if to mock Hermione.

This time, even Hermione wasn't able to control herself. "SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP! You deserve to die, Malfoy!!!" she screeched.

The rest was history. All the witnesses in the room remembered is Hermione pulling her wand and the next instant, Draco-Draco...Draco...Draco is.....

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Draco paused in front of the full length mirror, then ran wildly around the room like a duck. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" came his high pitched, top of the lungs, scream.

"Ma-ma-malfoy!!!" George gasped. "You're...you're..."

"BALD!!! YOU'RE BALD!!!"

And so it was true. Not a strand of white blond hair was seen on Draco's now scalp visible head. And it was 100 times shinier than his once gelled hair, sending everyone rolling on the floor laughing.

"Hermione! You're my bloody idol!" Harry managed to say between peals of laughter.

Hermione herself was surprised at the results of her anger. "I know, Harry," she said, grinning madly.

"YOU!" Draco pointed a finger at her.

Hermione felt chills run down her spine. This is one of those moments when she would feel very scared of Malfoy, because of the way he was looking at her. This is indeed one of those WORST moments.

Before Draco was about to "kill" our dear bookworm and just as she was about to run for her life, the twins, with the help of Harry and Ron who were so disgusted to get to touch Malfoy, grabbed hold of both of Draco's arms and kept him in his place.

"LEMME AT HER!! LEMME AT HER!!! SHE RUINED MY HAIR! MY BEST ASSET!! MY HAIR! I'M BALD NOW, BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID MUDBLOOD!!! NOW LET ME KILL HER! I WANNA RIP HER TO PIECES AND FEED HER TO THE SNAKES! BRING ME BACK MY HAIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!"

Hermione flinched when she thought Draco was about to get free. But it was impossible, not when he was surrounded by four powerful Quidditch players.

"GRANGER, MY HAIR! BRING IT BACK TO NORMAL YOU-YOU-!!!"

She smirked. "Don't worry, you still look good in that hairstyle."

"GRAANGEEEER!!!!"

"Why don't you ask Trelawney or Sprout for wigs? Last time I checked, they still have 2 closets full of wigs. What do you want, rainbow colored, curly, afro style or the shoulder length one?" Fred piped up, grinning.

"SHUT UP!!!"

"I prefer the afro style, Malfoy, if you would ask my opinion," Ron said, sniggering.

"I AM SERIOUS NOW, GRANGER!!! I WANT IT BACK TO NORMAL, NOOOW!!!"

Hermione plastered on a sweet, innocent smile. "Oh, sorry, I forgot to mention to you, I can't do anything about it. You just have to wait for a few minutes for the spell to wear off."

Draco's eyes popped out of their sockets and he let out his loudest, earth shattering scream:

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAANGEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!!"

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So, how was it? Yeah, yeah, boring again, I know. Plus, it's shorter than the other chappies. No need to tell me. Sorry for the super long update. But I'm really suffering from a bad case of writer's block, so there. And I would be happy if you'd review, flames or not!!!!