A/N: More apologies about the previous insert. I probably shouldn't have put it in, and I know that I'm taking a risk putting my creativity online, but I do not enjoy being told what to think. Have fun with this chapter!!

Chapter VI: A Chapter Filled with Many Types of Goop

A few days later, the results were posted on the doors to the Great Hall. Though they were just the results to who had made it, and who had not. "Not the ones that matter the most." said Ginny, somewhat disappointed. "The ones that tell you who you are."

Hermione sighed and went back to reading her book. She too, had been slightly disappointed when she had seen that the results hadn't posted their parts, but she was glad to see her and Ginny's names on the list, along with Ron's, Parvarti's, Harry's and to her utmost surprise, Draco Malfoy's. She had never really pictured him being interested in drama, it was just so… un-Malfoy-ish. "Seriously," thought Hermione "Draco seems to be more interested in being a Nazi for the Slytherins and trying to exterminate 'Mubloods'." She sighed. She had had a few more run-in's with Draco, and once he had even stuck up for her. "Well, not directly" recalled Hermione. Ron had tried to trip Hermione with his cane in the hallways, and one day he came close to tripping Draco, so Draco had jinxed his cane to chase him around the school whacking him every bit of the way. Mio laughed to herself. "What a messed up kid."

Ginny caught the laughter in Mio's eyes, and just shook her head. Just then, a group of Gryffindor girls flew into the dorm room where they were sitting.

"That no-good-dirty-rotten-maggot-eating-floosie-that-goes-by-the-name-of Fred Weasley!" roared Angelina. She, and the rest of the girls, were soaked from head to toe in purple goop.

"When I get a hold of he and George, we'll see how they like being covered in this crap!" cried Alicia. "George is so dead!"

"Just look at what they've done to my hair!" whimpered Katie, who had sported a beautiful new cut from Madame Swanicie's Styles for Sorcerers. (that I came up with myself, thank you) Her eyes began to blaze. "They'll pay for this… Oh just wait, they'll pay…"

Hermione and Ginny couldn't hold it in any longer. They took one more look at their friends and burst into hysterics. Soon, after examining themselves in the mirror, all of the girls were rolling on the floor, consumed in a severe case of giggles.

"Okay…" started Ginny, gasping for breath. "Let's get you cleaned up."

So, gathering all of their supplies, they traveled down to the girl's bathroom to help fix up Alicia, Angelina and Katie. By the time they were finished, the girls were back to normal, and had decided to come up with a plan to get back at the boys.

"Let's see…" mused Katie. "We could put itching powder in with their laundry."

"Or better yet." suggested Angelina. "We could drug their pumpkin juice so that they fell asleep, and every time they woke up they could only speak Swahili!"

"Wait…" said Alicia. "Let's give them a make over!"

"Or better yet…" Ginny said, evilly. "Let's do all three."

Amusement, enticement, and revenge washed over the girls. Slowly, they devised a plan that would surely get back at the boys. However, it would probably just feed the fire of the war. As the girls walked back to the dormitory, plotting away, Hermione dropped her bottle of conditioner down the stairs.

"We'll wait for you, if you'd like." offered Ginny.

"No, it's ok. You guys go I'll only be a minute." replied Hermione, who had now lost sight of her rolling container. Sighing, she started back down the stairs towards the girl's bathroom next to the great hall. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, holding the bottle and sniffing its contents, was none other than Malfoy. Hermione stopped when she saw him. "Wow" she thought, stunned of what she was about to think. "He looks hot! No, he's not hot, he's drop dead gorgeous!"

Malfoy, dressed in black workout shorts and a silver muscle shirt caught sight of the staring Hermione, who happened to only be wearing a baby-blue bathrobe at the time.

"Um… Does this bottle of scented goop belong to you?" he asked.

Hermione descended the staircase slowly. She was now beginning to feel a little self-conscious about seeing Malfoy while clothed in a bathrobe. Only a bathrobe.

"Yes, ummm it is thank you for stopping it." She murmured as she managed to get to the last step without tripping, though her face was still a bright red.

Malfoy handed it to her. "It smelled nice."

Hermione looked at him with a sense of awe. "Oh…" she stuttered. "Thank you."

Malfoy smiled and winked at her. "No problem." he said.

Suddenly footsteps sounded in the corridor. Hermione turned to look at the top of the stairs to see who it was. Ginny turned the corner, looked down the staircase, and waved to Hermione.

"What are you waiting for?" Ginny called down.

Hermione was about to reply, thought for a moment, and then turned around to see that Malfoy had mysteriously vanished from the corridor. She smiled to herself. Quickly, Hermione ran up the staircase and straight to a semi-baffled looking Ginny.

"I'll tell you later." she murmured to her. Ginny shrugged and they headed back to the common room.

A/N: Yay!! Chapter five is up and alive!! Please leave a review for me and let me know what you think! (while being nice please!!)