CHAPTER FOUR: Draco's Plan

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Oh yesh. For you're question, you'll see. Except for at this point, Harry has *no* idea to Draco's love . . . call . . . thing . . .

DRACO'S POV

Besides Ron's little . . . sniffing thing, I survived the day okay. I still felt weird every time Ron looked at me and blushed, but other than that, I was okay. At least, I wasn't being smelled. Obviously, this proves that the Weasel has no self control. But Harry does. I could just see the steam coming out of his ears after Ron sniffed me. He was so jealous.

The Voice doesn't agree, he says that Harry was too busy laughing and that the steam I saw was probably coming from his tears and the mixed heat of laughter. But if I listened to what the Voice said I'd . . . well I'd . . . probably be a very successful person . . .

Anyhow, right now Harry and us are just sitting at the table and reading. They have a book on secret passages and I'm reading up on voodoo. Yes, my new plan is voodoo. If muggles can do it and be very successful, then why can't I? I'm not muggle. I used to have powers. Therefore I am a step above them.

The page that spikes interest in me says:

In order for you to do a successful type of voodoo, he must use an item of the poor victims. Most people prefer an old piece of clothing, or a piece of hair. But any item that has them on them will do. Sometimes even an old shoe can be useful. If you want the spell to be effective then the more items, the better.

So, now all I have to do is decide upon which item of clothing I'm going to steal and use to do my terrible - terrible deed! "Mwua-" I stopped myself before I started my evil laugh. Harry and Hermione looked at me, and I covered it up with a cough. I'm so good at cover-ups.

I noticed Ron wasn't looking at me. Which was just fine with me. He also wasn't talking to me. Which is better than fine with me, since I want Harry's attention - and not Weasel's.

Now . . . to decide upon which piece of clothing I'm going to use . . .

HARRY'S POV

Draco thinks he's so good at cover ups, and he's so wrong. I can tell his evil laugh when it's coming and that definitely was going to be one. If he thinks that he can scared me by reading voodoo then he's . . . somewhat right . . . Not that he scares me . . . he actually, just freaks me out. Besides, he's just not smart enough to pull off voodoo. Even though he makes the top grades in all his classes and evil just seems to be his thing . . .

I stopped. Thinking makes me shudder. Besides, what do I care what Malfoy is doing magic on? Why should I care if maybe he's going to try to kill me. Or else torture me to the point of no return.

Why?

Because he's doing it to me. Ron and Hermione say there's nothing wrong with this. Draco has lost everything that ever meant anything to him and his way of getting through this is to think he can scare me.

He's doing a very good job.

HERMIONE'S POV

I would never tell Harry or Ron about my run-in with Draco, though I was dying to tell one of them. They just wouldn't understand! They couldn't see that it was obvious that Draco and me were both madly in love and were going to grow up and have all kids of kids and become successful working wizards and live a wonderful happy life. That is . . . as long as my sense don't kick in and I come back to reality, realizing that the odds of us ever getting married are very slim, that Draco probably would never grow up, and he probably would only want one kid if any at all, and I might become successful, but I pictured him as a old, fat, drunk man who sits on the couch and drinks beer all day . . .

Or eats pudding packs . . .

I shook myself back into reality after walking right into the door and yelling, "OH MY GOD MY NOSE!" when I saw it was bleeding.

Everyone in the hallway looked over at me, and I felt myself growing red. "Um . . . my nose?" I repeated quietly, hoping nobody saw me. They surely didn't see the blood pouring from my nose, which I was grateful for. Less humiliation for me.

Draco walked down the hallway, and stopped in front of me, his eyes big and full of concern, I heard crickets chirping in my head and a slow, beautiful music playing, "Hermione," he said, running his fingers through my hair.

"Yes, Draco?" I asked, looking into his eyes, my heart flying and doing loop-to-loops.

"Um, I think your nose is broken." he yanked on my hair and laughed as he walked away.

There was another silence in the hallway, as people looked at my blood smeared face and broken stamina that ran away. I looked at all of them, half expecting someone to start laughing. "OH - YOU'RE ALL JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE HE DIDN'T TOUCH YOU! GET OVER YOURSELF!!" and I hurried off . . .

Only to run into another wall . . .

HARRY'S POV

Me and Ron sat outside in the grass, him doing his Potions homework, me just playing with the grass and eating some it. It kind of tastes really sweet, like butterscotch . . . except really nasty butterscotch. I ended up spitting it all out in a big green glob and heard all the girls around me go "EW!" I shoved some more in my mouth, just for spite, and was about to spit it out again when Hermione came over, her nose wrapped in a piece of tape and swollen about the size of England. I was about to laugh when she cut me off with, "Don't. Even. Think. About it. I'm NOT in the mood." and she stared at me again.

"You sound like your nose is stuffed!" Ron exclaimed after a pause and me and him burst into guffaws, me almost chocking on the grass in my mouth.

"I warned you!" Hermione snapped, "Now you'll pay!" she swung her and at us yelling, "Shutupio!" and suddenly my lips were sealed together and they wouldn't come apart.

I tried to breath through my mouth and it was only when I turned purple and nearly fainted I realized I could still breathe through my nose. "Hermione you-" but I couldn't talk. She must have used a spell on my lips. Well DUH! I thought to myself.

"Maybe I'll let you go this afternoon. And Maybe not." she laughed. "Maybe you could get Draco to come and undo the spell for you!" and then she giggled and ran away, leaving me and Ron speechless.

"Mmmfh ghgut tooomr frhfhgfsuuf," said Ron, giving me a look of anger.

"Ynghf fgrufh itdn!" I said back. After a pause, me and Ron gave each other smiles and both of us shook hands, vowing to get back at Hermione.

We were still making out our plan, when Draco came up. "Hey, Harry, how's it going?"

I said nothing.

"Oh, okay . . . you don't have to speak if you don't want to . . ." he smiled suddenly. "Hey - look over there! It's a brick wall!"

"Wwmmh?!" me and Ron both turned wildly, trying to see the amazing wall he was pointing to, when suddenly I realized Draco had taken off my shoes and run off with them. "Hgu gjytu hereth Mdldahl!" I yelled, rising to my feet. I was about to chase after him, when I swallowed the grass and choked.