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Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy and crew aren't mine.. sob.

2. Dungbombs Alert!!

"Hey, don't put that out here!" I yelled, ducking as a dungbomb flew over my head.

Dean and Seamus were having a dungbomb fight in the common room – where I happen to be studying.... or at least trying to.

A dungbomb (thrown by Dean, that idiot!!) hit Crookshanks! Hissing and spitting he ran into my dorm.

That was it. How dare they hurt my cat! I'll show them what happens to people who mess with my cat and my study time.

"I'm a prefect and I order you to sto – "

One of the stupid dungbombs 'accidentally' hit me right on my face. Great. Now I have a bump on my head and I stink. The whole common room stinks.

"I'm going to the library and by the time I'm back, I'd better see the common room dungbomb-free and ... well, stink-free. Otherwise, - " I added (very evilly) "– you two are gonna spend Christmas in detentions."

"Yes, mom" they murmured sarcastically ( so sarcastically, that I could almost see fangs coming out of their mouths! Not really.)

Glaring at them one last time, I gathered my notes and headed towards the library.

The library was quite empty except for a group of seventh year Ravenclaws. Ahhh... the peace and quite. Just what I need for Arithamancy!

But before I could even open my text, a blundering first year came up to me.

"Are you a prefect?" the chubby boy panted.

"Yes. Is anything wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"A big boy is throwing dungbombs at me and my friends in the Great Hall!"

I sighed and got up. Arithamancy will have to wait. After all, I'm a prefect. If I don't look out for the poor, helpless midgets, -er- first years, then who will?!

"I'll look into it." I assured the boy and stomped out of the library. If Dean and Seamus were behind this (and I'm pretty sure they are) , they are gonna pay! Nobody (except Crookshanks) is allowed to disturb me during my revision!

The Great Hall.

I looked around and spotted a figure hiding behind the statue of Aris, throwing dungbombs at the frightened first years downstairs.

... That was easy.

I crept silently behind him. He had that familiar blond hair.

"Malfoy?!' I shouted in disbelief.

Ferret face was quite startled and loosing his balance, tumbled down the stairs; the rest of the dungbombs bouncing down behind him.

So he got a few major bruises, who cares!!

"Granger!" he scowled clutching his left arm. "What's the big idea?!"

I came downstairs calmly.

"What's your big idea, Malfoy? Scaring all the first years?" I retorted jabbing his shoulder with my wand.

He winced visibly and sneered, "Can't keep your hands off me, Mudblood?"

"Stop calling me that!" I hissed jabbing his shoulder harder.

"Stop poking me, will you?!" he yelped massaging his sore shoulder.

'"Serves you right, Malfoy." I said icily. "Go to the hospital wing before you break more bones."

"Its your fault I'm like this!" he yelled and added weakly, "I can't walk properly."

"Are you, a pureblood, asking me, a mudblood, for help, Malfoy?" I pretended to be shocked.

"Aren't Griffindors supposed to do these kinds of things?"

Hmmm... as an enemy, I would have left him there (after kicking him a few times myself) but as a Griffindor and a prefect, I have to help. After all, it was sort of my fault... sort of.

"Fine." I said and helped him stand up. I didn't touch of course (that would've been too gross) instead, I poked him with my wand till he stood up, wincing and scowling.

"Hey! Ow – Oww!! Stop! Hey - Ouch!! Stop it, Mudblood!!!" he spat angrily hopping out of the wands way.

Suddenly, he stiffened. Then I saw it too.

Mrs. Norris was on the top of the stairs looking at us sinisterly.

I decided to explain to Filch that I was not responsible for the dungbombs and it was all Malfoy's fault. But then again, we were surrounded by dungbombs and Malfoy was covered with bruises.

Filch would probably think that I threw the dungbombs and beat up Malfoy!

Then I did the only thing that made any sense to me.

"RUN!!"

I ran out of the castle doors and into the grounds. I could here Malfoy running behind me.

I headed for Hagrid's hut as an attempt to throw Filch off.

"Where are you taking us?" Malfoy panted catching up to me.

"Pumpkin patch" I said and added, "I thought you couldn't walk."

"Desprate times call for desperate measures." He explained.

Yeah right. I bet his legs weren't even hurt. We hid behind the huge, rotting pumpkins, resting a bit.

"Is the cost clear?" he asked looking through the pumpkins.

I lifted my head up to look and caught a glance of Filch hobbling towards us ,brandishing a broomstick, before Malfoy pushed my head back down.

Malfoy looked at me seriously. "Filch or Forest?"

I considered it for a moment but then I remembered the whip collection Filch was braging about. Malfoy seemed to have been thinking along the same lines.

"Forest." we both agreed quickly and galloped off into the dark, forbidden place.

POPOPOPOPOPOOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOOPOPOOOP!...end of chappie.

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