Malfoy once again found himself the laughing stock of the whole school. Word quickly got around about his noble efforts to help three Gryffindors.
"Next time." He said threw gritted teeth, "Next time I will have my revenge."
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Hermonie walked into the common room and was surprised to see Harry and Ron bent over a book.
"Hermonie we found the perfect thing." Harry called her over excitedly.
"Look at this." Ron said pushing the book under her noise.
"A potion to…" She stopped looking at the last part "Why am I not surprised?" She asked herself before finishing the sentence. "A potion to inflame hair." She had heard of this before. The user's hair would turn into a flame without burning the head.
"What do you think?" Harry asked her eagerly.
"I think it's too good to waste, why do it on just Snape when we can do it to all the students as well?" She said.
"All…" Ron said trailing off.
"Hermonie, you're brilliant!" Harry said.
"I know, just call me when the potion's ready." She told them. She then swept past them and up the stairs to her room.
"Nice of Hermonie to leave us holding the bag." Ron muttered.
Harry and Ron spent the entire weekend getting the potion ready, and when it was done, Hermonie took it without question.
"Oh," She said turning back to them, "By the way, I wouldn't suggest you ware hats tomorrow, it would ruin the effect."
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Hermonie crept along the ceiling that night, much as she had done countless times before. But there was one difference, this was for fun, this time she was glad of her heritage. Maybe it was this thought and maybe it wasn't, but something made her a little less cautious. One painting spotted her, recognized her, and knew what she was. The painting was of the Hogwarts graduating class of many years before.
The picture of Tom Riddle watched her crawl by, his picture self grinned before walking out of the edge of his painting and into one many miles away. Lord Voldmort turned his chair to face the painting on the wall. "What news?" He asked. As he listened, his face became identical to that of his younger self as he too began to smile.
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Harry and Ron meet Hermonie at breakfast the next morning, she smiled and nodded. By the time breakfast was over everyone was running around in confusion. The source was the flaming hair that was dancing around everyone's head.