A very long author's note: Thanks everyone for his or her great reviews! =D And to those who pointed out to me that Draco and Hermione are a bit OOC. I'm sorry about the characters being OOC, its just that I been reading too many fanfictions and forget how the real story went. My apologies. =(
However, I did pointed out in the first chapter that Draco's father had died, so therefore, Draco is free to act how he wish without someone breathing down his neck. I may put how put how he died in later chapters, but I'm not sure. And Hermione, well, if anyone read or saw the third book, Hermione did punch Draco right in the face, so she does have some spunk in her. =) Oh, Hermione will limit on the swearing.
I've taken everyone's suggestions and in the progress of making a better story.... Oh BTW, this is AU. Sorry, I had forgotten to write it earlier. If you really want to know, I'm kinda making up stuff as I go along, so I'm truly sorry for any inconvenience. Thanks for reading!
To Bluecanary77 and everyone else who had the same questions: Yes, that is true that Hermione left Divination, but I'm making this story AU since I don't remember much of the original story. It's been quite long since I've read the Harry Potter books and with my bad memory... Anyways, I updated chapter two again and wrote that Hermione and Draco is Head-Girl and Head-Boy, therefore they have their own private rooms. Yet, there is a bathroom that adjoins both of their rooms together in chapter two. Hermione does not have access to Draco's room. Instead, in the morning of the "incident" she blasted the door down due to her anger. Thanks for pointing that out to me.
Dare from Hell
Chapter Three
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. The sound of the clock nearly drove me insane. I nervously glanced at the clock, watching as the minutes went by unusually quick. My precious thirty minutes speedily ticking away.
Malfoy is probably in the Great Hall telling all of his Slytherin friends what a great prank he did and laughing his bloody head off. My eyebrows dewed together in thought as I tried to devised a plan. If only Harry have his invisible cloak here... but then again, his cloak isn't probably big enough because of a certain two extra, extra, additions. I thought glumly. I certainly can't miss class. Professor McGonagall is giving notes on a test in three weeks!
I groaned loudly as I punched my pillow and an amused smile stretched across my face as I envisioned it to be Malfoy's face. I remembered third year... I punched Malfoy in his face and wiped that stupid smug off. It did feel good.
I looked at the clock again. Twenty minutes.
Ok, I thought to myself. I have to get through this and get Malfoy. That pureblooded prat has more than hell to pay if he thinks this is the end of me.
I shuffled through my piles of clothing to search for the biggest shirt I can find. My lips arched into a frown, as I held up the large shirt infront of me. Unfortunately, the shirt was green. How I used to like that color until a certain boy cough Malfoy cough ruined it for me. Pulling the green shirt over my head, I can practically see Malfoy's idiot face laughing at me if he sees me wearing such a color.
I grabbed my robe and pull it on, silently thanking myself for buying a size too big. Peering at the mirror, I bit my lips and grimaced. They're poking out a bit too much, way too much. Merlin, they're like two humungous round thingies. I had the strongest desire to hex Malfoy to oblivion.
Grabbing my bushy hair, I tried to play it cool and hide them behind my brown locks. Yet, any aggravating voice in my mind keeps yapping.
Hermione dear, that won't work, they're still poking out.
It's fine! No one will notice!
I'm your conscious... I know everything... and I know people will definitely notice... Besides, you know that it does your figure extremely well.
I snorted. Yeah, if I wanted to look like I'm carrying two basketballs under my shirt. I doubt Malfoy knows what basketballs are. Wait. Why am I thinking about Malfoy now? I should get rid of these.
Admit Hermione, you like Malfoy. You think he's attractive...
No, I do not! Merlin, I'm arguing with myself. I can't believe it; I've really gone delirious.
You think Malfoy is cute... Then why are you thinking about him? Hmm? I know what you're thinking... I know what you're thinking... You're thinking about Malfoy...
I wonder if the voice would leave if I choke myself...
Mwuhahahaaa....
It disappeared. Thank Merlin. Quickly glancing at the clock again, I grabbed my wand and my books and rushed out the door. Five minutes.
I seriously need to get in better shape. I hurried pass the second and third years and it was not oblivious what the little boys were staring at. Little boys these days.
Wheezing and gasping for air, I stumbled into McGonagall's class. It was already hard enough carrying four heavy books, not to mention an extra load. McGonagall turned to me; her face was stern and lips pursed together.
"Miss Granger, you're late." She barked.
Readjusting the books to hide my chest, I mildly replied while sending deadly looks at a smirking Malfoy, "I'm sorry Professor, but um, something popped out—I mean, something popped up expectedly."
"Well, go sit next to Mr. Malfoy. We're doing a little experiment and he's the only one without a partner." She ordered.
Carefully hiding my chest, I stomp over to Malfoy who had the most aggravating smug.
"What are you hiding there, Granger?" He asked curiously.
"Ways of torturing and murdering you." I glared.
"Today," McGonagall announced. "We're going to learn a simple spell that changes your clothes into different styles, colors, etc."
I gasped.
"Is there a problem Miss Granger?" I felt McGonagall's beady eyes scrutinized on me.
"No, Professor."
It was a good thing I knew the reverse spell. Merlin knows what Malfoy would have me wear.
"With your partner," She continued, while glancing few looks at me. "I want you to change each other's clothing to a different style and color."
I looked at Malfoy and if looks could kill, Malfoy would've been long dead.
"Now, I want everyone to repeat after me.. Varia vestivo!"
"Varia vestivo." The students chorused.
"Again! With more feeling! You sound like me when I wake up."
"Varia vestivo!" The class said much louder.
"Now, picture in your mind your partner and the type of clothes he or she shall wear and the color. Then, I want you to say loud and clear, 'Varia vestivo'!"
A wave of smirks and naughty thoughts invaded the boys' mind. Luckily, McGonagall caught those mischievous smiles.
"I'll be walking around viewing your work. Any inappropriate clothing, you'll be sent straight to Dumbledore's office and a week of detention with me." She warned, her eyes narrowing on the students.
"Well, Granger, let's get started." Malfoy looked at me, his wand twirling between his fingers.
I have the perfect outfit for that bastard, too. A nice, pink dress with laces, white puffs, and a pink rose to match with little pink slippers. Oh, I mustn't forget the big pink bow in his hair.
"I swear to hell, Granger, anything unsuitable for Malfoy standards, I'll make you Snape's next pet rat." Malfoy glowered.
"Oh, don't worry Malfoy, your outfit is beyond Malfoy standards." I told him, smiling innocently.
Clutching all of my books with one hand and my wand in the other, I pictured the pink outfit in my mind. "Varia..." I said loudly, raising my wand. "Ves—"
"Miss Granger!"
I stopped. "Yes, Professor?"
"Would you mind setting your books down on the table?"
Drat.
"Of course not." I lied.
Slowly releasing my precious books, with the whole class staring at me for causing another disturbance once more. Today is bad day. A VERY bad day.
As soon as my books touched the surface of the table, a chorus of gasps went throughout the room. Boys with their mouths gaping like fishes and girls staring with wide eyes. Who've would imagine!
McGonagall appeared to be taken back. I faced Harry and Ron, hoping for support, any support. It's not everyday they see a girl with regular breast and the next day, she comes back with enormous round thingies...
Malfoy's lips were twitching and I knew how badly he wanted to laugh. Harry was the first to end the horrendous silence. "Wow Hermione."
As if it was all bubbling inside of him and it no longer can be contained, then, like in a horror movie, Malfoy broke into fits of laughter. Someone please Avada Kedavra me now!
"Mr. Malfoy!" McGonagall must've regained from her shock.
Malfoy only laughed harder, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
With rage, I raised my wand towards Malfoy and shouted "Varia vestivo!"
A spark of pink light shot from the end of my wand and engulfed Malfoy. Then, with a small pluck, the pink light disappeared and left Malfoy with the cutest outfit I've ever seen.
A pink dress with white laces and puffs, matching pink slippers and a great pink bow in his hair.
Ron blinked. Harry blinked. Ron blinked again. Blink. Blink. Ron looks at Harry. Harry looks at Ron. In one quick motion, both fell over and laughed, clutching their stomachs and tears streaming out of their eyes.
McGonagall's mouth formed into a large 'O'.
"Aw, Malfoy, pink is such your color." I smirked.
"Granger!" Malfoy leaped towards me, his hands outstretch to choke the daylights out of me. I stepped out of the way quickly enough and ran. "I'm going to kill you!" He screamed after me.
"Calm down! Everyone calm down!" McGonagall shrieked.
The class erupted with laughter.
"Too bad Creevey isn't here to take a picture of Malfoy." Ron gasped, wiping his tears of laughter.
"Silence!" McGonagall's ear-piercing shriek ran through the air and the class immediately froze.
Malfoy grabbed me, his eyes were cold and he growled, "Change me back."
"Let her go." Harry aimed his wand straight for Malfoy.
"Tell scar-face to get his arse out of this." Said Malfoy harshly.
"It's ok, Harry. I can handle a ferret." I affirmed. "Change my breasts back to their normal size."
Growling to himself, Malfoy nodded. With a quick flick of his wand, I felt my breasts shrinking and the clothes loosened up. Good. Those humungous round thingies are gone.
"Now, take this hideous outfit back."
Sending him venomous looks, I took my wand and silently muttered, "Reversio vestivo."
Making sure I didn't do anything else, Malfoy skimmed his clothing and when he was fully satisfied, he let me go.
"Mr. Malfoy. Miss Granger, you both have detention with me for a week." McGonagall gritted. "I'm appalled to see such misbehaviors Miss Granger."
I looked down, feeling remorse. "I'm sorry Professor."
"Now get out! Class is over!"
The students hurriedly stampeded out of the classroom, ready to release the series of events out into the rest of the student body. Malfoy sent me a look of pure hatred before leaving the room himself.
Lavender and Parvarti cornered me when I walked out into the corridor.
"Bloody brilliant, Hermione." Lavender grinned, eyes twinkling evilly.
"Malfoy does look good in pink." Parvarti agreed.
"Ugh." I grimaced, a look of disgust evident on my face. "I can't stand him. You saw what he did to me? Those things were huge!"
Lavender frowned, her index finger lingering on her chin. "You know what? Since you have a week's worth of detention with him, you can get to know him and do the dare."
"What?!" I screeched. "You still want me to do the dare when you've clearly seen the horrors he has done to me?!"
"Come on Hermione." Parvarti begged. "Pretty please?"
I crossed my arms defiantly. "Absolutely not. Let the terror of not doing a dare come to me. Whatever it is, it's better than talking to Malfoy."
"You're such a spoiled sport." Lavender whined. "Just give it one more try."
"No."
"Please?"
"No, no, no!"
Lavender stomp her foot with anger and pulled Parvarti down the corridor. "You're going to face the consequences Hermione. Don't say we didn't warn you!"
If only I listened... if only I did...
TBC. Remember to review. =)
