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Dare From Hell

Chapter Four



If Malfoy thought Hermione Granger, smartest witch in Hogwarts, was going to be beaten and ridiculed because of two oversized assets, he was unquestionably wrong. Nothing is going to stand in the way of my beloved education and myself.

I trudged to Professor Flitwick's class, feeling a bit more secured that a certain pair of cough humungous thingies cough was not there for show and tell. Although there was much to show, I certainly was a bit much too speechless to tell, not that I wasn't going to say anything about how I 'grew' them. I grimed.

After the thwarting incident in McGonagall's class, I avoided all contact with that prick Malfoy. It was most unfortunate that I didn't have to share Charms with the Slytherins. Did anyone sense my obvious sarcasm? Hufflepuff was, in some ways, much better than Slytherin in my opinion.

There it goes again. It's been happing all morning after the event in McGonagall's class. It might be me or my insecurity, but did I sense Ron staring my chest? Merlin, they've shrunk! Surely they're not growing bigger again, are they? And it was not only Ron, Harry made few glances and so did some of the Hogwarts male population. I made a quick note on my Things To Do list.

Things To Do

1. Murder Malfoy Torture the git and give him a slow, painful death

2. Plan an alibi for murdering Malfoy

3. Note to self: Before murdering Malfoy, humiliate him. Don't forget to have revenge Lavender, Parvarti and Ginny.

Satisfied, I plastered a huge smile on my face and entered Flitwick's classroom. The Charms instructor greeted me with the most peculiar smile. Shrugging it off, I took a seat at the end of the table with Harry and Ron on the other side. I felt something tickling at my ear and I glanced over. A little paper was flying, flapping its tiny wings like a bird. Quickly grabbing the note before Flitwick saw it, I stuffed it into my pocket.

It was not until ten minutes later during Flitwick's lecture that I remembered about the note. Quietly taking it out, I unfolded it and my eyes blazed fiery at the picture. I spun around, trying to catch the culprit, but the little smart arse was not detected. So the little bastard thought this is funny, huh? I'll show them funny. Before this day ends, someone will end up in the Hospital Wing and it will not be me.

Flitwick's class skimmed through quickly enough. I couldn't wait to get out of class. I walked angrily out and threw the paper into the trash, making sure the paper was all the way at the bottom. And so comfortably it lay, there was the note:

An artistically drawn stick figure of Hermione Granger with bushy hair and two very large circles where her chest was supposedly located were bobbling up and down like two jiggling balls. (How ridiculous is that?)


I could see them. Hell, I could practically hear them! Muttering and whispering among themselves; especially the boys! Hermione Granger, with the biggest you-know-what Hogwarts has ever seen. I'm not talking about brains either. Perverts.

However, the girls, much to my delight, are talking about Malfoy's pretty pink dress. How magnificent.

"Did you see what Hermione did?"

"I know! I was there!" They gushed.

"Malfoy looked so cute in a pink dress!"

"If only I have a picture of that..." They sighed. Ugh.

Absolutely disgusting, who would want to see a picture of Malfoy in a pink dress? Hilarious, it is, but not the type of guy I want if he's a transvestite. Hmm, I wonder. I should ask Malfoy if he really is one.

Regrettably for me, the boys' conversation was more like this.

"Did you see Hermione?!"

"Her knockers were big!"

"I bet Malfoy see them everyday!"

What? I turned around to see whom the voice belonged to. Damn, they're gone. I was the only one in the empty corridor. Someone really wanted his death wish.

First thing first, I have to find those three conniving devils I called friends. Wait... there's one of them now, Lavender. An evil smile stretched across my face.

"Oh Lavender!" I called in my sweetest voice.

She turned around and grinned, waving to me. Lavender half ran to my location, her blonde hair bouncing up and down. "Hermione, what's up? Have you decided to do the dare?"

"Hm, of course not." I answered, quirking my head to the side.

Lavender's face fell. Aw, the poor thing is disappointed.

"However, I did do something to Malfoy that'll make you proud."

Her face lit up, eyes filled with renewed hope.

"I flirted with him." I declared, not so proudly.

"My goodness! What did you do?!" She squeaked with happiness, jumping up and down.

"I just err... flirted with him um... my flirtiness."

"Flirtiness?" Lavender raised a curious eyebrow. "I don't think that's a word."

"I know it isn't, but in this case, it is." I snapped.

The stubborn girl tapped her foot impatiently. "I don't believe you, I need details."

Goodness, how do I explain flirting with someone? Merlin, I'm such a dork.

"Well, see...." I started uncertainly. "He, uh, came into our common room and I just flirted with him."

"Just flirted with him?" Lavender questioned edgily. "What did you do? Did you sweet-talked him, kissed him, compliment him, what?!"

The day I sweet-talk Malfoy is the day Hell has frozen over.

"I just... Merlin, how do I say this.." I silently prayed that no one but Lavender heard this. "Imadehimhorny." I blurted.

"What?!" The girl shrieked.

"Be quiet!" I hushed.

Lavender squealed happily. "Say that again. I didn't hear you."

Blasted girl. Someone must be paying her to torture me.

"I just made Malfoy horny." I whispered.

Her eyes gleamed with delight. "Hermione, you just scored major points!"

"So my dare is off, right?" I asked hopefully.

"Wrong." Lavender squished any hope I've ever had of getting this dare over with. "You did not do the dare. You just took a little step on the way of completing the dare."

"Little step?!" I exclaimed. "That was freakin' leap!"

"Ah-ah." She shook her finger. "The seventh year dance is at the end of the school term. You have until then to score Malfoy as your date. Besides, girls know Malfoy is hard to reel in."

"That's a short amount of time." I muttered. "I can't do it and I won't do it."

"Hermione," Lavender placed her hands onto her hips. "That's two and a half months. That's more than enough time."

"Bloody wanker. That's what he is. I am not ending my school year dating a bloody wanker."

Lavender had that mischievous glint in her eyes. "But he's a hot bloody wanker."

Malfoy is going to be a dead bloody wanker by the time I'm through with him.


"Malfoy, stop pacing around like that. You're giving me one hell of a headache." Blaise Zabini complained loudly, rolling on one side of Malfoy's bed. "What the hell did you call me here for? I was on my way to snog a Ravenclaw."

Malfoy looked at his childhood friend with amusement. "A boy Ravenclaw?"

Blaise appeared outraged. "Merlin, no! A girl you idiot! I'm not gay!"

"I have been pondering about your sexuality. You know I've heard rumors about you from some gay boy in Hufflepuff."

"I know he wants me, but sadly enough, he can't have me." Blaise raked his hair with his fingers.

"You're such an arse." Remarked Malfoy.

"Yes, you've told me many times. Now what the hell did you drag me here for?"

"About that stupid, annoying Mudblood." Malfoy spat angrily.

"Granger?" Blaise got up from the bed, eyes and ears full of interests.

"Yes, damn Granger. She irritates me so much."

Blaise opened his mouth, but abruptly closed it. "Wait, wait..." Then he erupted into fits of laughter.

"What's so fuckin' funny?"

"You!" Blaise pointed at the furious Malfoy. "I-in a pink dress with laces and bows! Now that you've mentioned Granger."

"How the hell did you know?!" Demanded Malfoy.

"One of the Gryffindor kid took an interest in photographing like the Creevey kid and you were his first subject. Pictures have been out everywhere."

"Who is he? I'm going to kill him!" The Head-Boy screamed.

"Calm your broom, Malfoy. He got Granger with her big tits too. I gotta say that was hilarious."

"That's my problem. I think I've been around Crabbe and Goyle too much. Their stupidity must've rubbed off."

Blaise looked deep in thought. Then, with a smile displayed on his face, he said, "I think I have it."


I knew I couldn't tell Harry or Ron about my ridiculous, irrational dare. They would hex Malfoy to oblivion and back. Although I wouldn't mind, I wanted the pleasure of tormenting that Slytherin prick myself. Plus, what was that warning those three demon spawns warned me about for not doing the dare? I certainly haven't the slightest idea if that is true or not, but knowing them, they're just probably trying to scare me.

I slammed the book down, defeated. The dust particles from the book flew to my nose and I began to cough. I've been looking through the library books all through lunch and I haven't found a single book, no, not even a paragraph or one measly sentence about dares and their consequences. Oh, the horrors of the female world. Dares, fashion, make-up, boys.

Books and knowledge are all I need to be happy. I'm such a geek, its pathetic. It's my last year of Hogwarts, how am I going to end it?

I regained myself after the coughing and head to the Great Hall. My stomach grumbled, telling me to feed it. Glancing at my watch, I realized I have ten minutes before Binn's class starts. Maybe I can eat quickly and make a run for it. After all, I don't have any extra load to carry and keep me late. The doors to the Great Hall opened and I ran into none other than the person I most wanted to steer clear of. Malfoy. That bloody wanker is everywhere; like a flea, or maybe a ferret because you just can't get rid of him.

"Granger," He greeted, portraying that infamous Malfoy smirk.

"Malfoy." I nodded, having a flashback of an unpleasant incident. Reminder: Eat lunch, and then plan the demise of a git cough Malfoy cough (must be the dust from those books... yeah cough) and revenge on three evil girls.

He turned and left me, his direction in the way to the library. Turning my back, I walked into the Great Hall and wolf-whistles greeted me.

"What happened to your knockers Granger?" A male voice had called out. My eyes scanned for the idiot. The Slytherin table. That blasted Malfoy must've have told them.

"Bugger off" I snarled, stomping to the Gryffindor table, which only a few students remained.

"Hi Neville." I greeted, sitting down next to him. His eyes brushed past my chest and I saw his face burned crimson. Neville knows too? Merlin.

"H-Harry and R-Ron were l-looking for you." He gulped down his food and stuttered.

"Thanks." I grabbed a sandwich from the table and hurried out the Great Hall. Then, something hit me. My books! My notes! I rushed to the library, my footsteps echoing in the hallway. How un-Hermione was it to forget and leave my possessions behind.

I pushed through the library doors and ran to the table where I usually sat. Only to my surprise, my books and notes were gone. However, a small piece of paper remained in place of my things. I snatched up the paper and read the neatly slanted handwriting.

Granger,

I've taken the liberty of transporting your books to your next class, so you don't have to worry your bushy Muggle head off.

Your mind intrigues me.

And the information on dares, you haven't been doing anything inappropriate of the Head-Girl status, now have you?

I must say, shame on you. Tsk-tsk.

Malfoy


Oh that good-for-nothing imbecile! He cannot blackmail me! He simply cannot! He surely doesn't know about the dare, does he? Merlin. And why does he want to transport my books to my class anyway? What the hell does he want from me? Goodness, Malfoy is the most complicated person I've ever met. Doing something nice? That prick is surely planning something wicked.


TBC

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