Author's Notes: What's so bad about peace, love, and understanding? Bush '04: 4 more wars. Let's all take a moment and mourn the loss of a great country. AT LEAST WE WON PA! Anyway, ok, this chapter...is going to be "a-some." Liz, you rock! Liz, aka Aquarius25 (read her stories) gave me the best idea for who gets the bottle. Hehehehe bwahahahahahaha. He he. Ok, so Bush won, the world is a living hell...but at least I can find hope in my fics. K? k. BTW, read Merwin092's story. It's funny. Haha. Leave it to mary.
Chapter Drei (Three)
"You can't tell anyone about this!
"Can you say 'blackmail'?" he laughed.
"Please, Colin, you're a Griffindor for Merlin's sake!"
"And I'm brave for holding this information against a "genie."
"You don't understand. No one can know about this," Hermione pleaded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of frustration, fear, and anger (much like my reaction to the presidential election). What if he tells Ron or Harry? What if Dumbledore finds out? Oh no! I'll be shunned, thrown out!
"Hermione," Colin Creevy (sp) grinned maliciously, "I'll just make up a little list of demands and you can oblige them because you don't want anyone to find out about what you are."
"You can't prove anything!" she shouted back, being to upset to think about what she was saying.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot: say 'cheese'!" Colin snapped a picture of Hermione looking very distraught and stunned. He took her bottle and tossed it carelessly up and down, up and down, catching it with one hand, right before it hit the ground.
"Be careful with that!" she yelled at him.
"You don't have to be worrying about this," Colin scoffed. "I'll be keeping this from now on."
"I can't believe this!" Hermione thought as she stared up at the top bunk bed, the nightmare that was last night flooding back to her, like an avalanche. "How could he do this to me! He's evil! Evil, evil, evil!" Hermione was trying desperately to figure out what she was going to do about him knowing her secret, but she knew, in her heart, that there wasn't anything she could do.
"Hermione?" Ginny called, knocking on the door into the Head Girl room.
"Yeah," she croaked from her bed, without making an effort to let Ginny inside her room.
"Er—can I come in?" she asked modestly, which is a big thing for a Weasley girl, but she could sense Hermione wasn't herself this morning. Well, more like afternoon, which either means Hermione is dead, on her death bed, or being held hostage by Voldermort.
"Sure," came the reply from a half asleep, half insane, Mione.
"Are you alright?" Ginny asked as she opened the door and walked into the room. "It's already 11:30—"
"WHAT?!" Hermione yelled and bolted upright, causing her to whack her head against the top bunk with an unsettling, THWACK! THUNK! OOOOWWWW!
"Ouch. Are you alive?" Ginny asked, trying to hold back her laughter.
"No," she moaned, and then added quietly, "not like you'd care anyway." After all, Ginny hadn't even responded to the letter Hermione had sent her.
"Um...is there anything I can do?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"YES!" Hermione resolved the Ginny wasn't about to give up, so she just said a quick spell to clean and dress herself instantly. It's quite a handy little incantation.
"Let's go eat lunch—er—breakfast," Ginny suggested.
"Sounds good," Hermione responded dryly.
As they were walking down, Ginny informed Hermione that she had the song "More Games" stuck in her head. It was apparently some Muggle Concert Band song that was really annoying, but yet really catchy: A deadly mix. "STOP SINGING!" Hermione shouted, partly because the song was extremely aggravating and partially because of the whole "Colin-Genie" thing. Ginny abruptly stopped, but started again, but only humming this time.
"BU-NAAAA! BU-BU-NUUUUUU! BU-NU-NU! NU-NU-BA-BU-NU-NAA-NUUUUU! BUUU-BA-NA-BA-BA-BAAAAAAA!" Ginny subconsciously blared.
"STOP IT!"
"Sorry."
"GAAHHH! Now it's in my head!" Hermione screeched grabbing hold of her hair and pulling it, much like an institutionalized crazy person.
"Sorry."
After lunch, Hermione told Ginny that she really needed to be alone and Ginny reluctantly agreed. She went straight up to her Head Girl Room and collapsed on her bed. "I really need to relax in my bottle," she sighed and started to get up, but she then remembered...again. "I've got to stop having memory relapses...It's getting pathetic." But, she decided to get up and leave her room anyway. She walked down the hall, not really thinking about a destination, not really thinking about anything, which, of course, is a huge thing for Hermione Granger.
"Granger!" a voice called, Hermione instantly knew who it would be: Colin Creevy.
"What do you want, Creevy?" she flanked around and glared daggers at him, but he didn't seem to be affected.
"Actually," he corrected, "it's 'what do you want, Master.'"
"Bull Sh—"
"It's a school, Hermione! You really shouldn't be swearing." Colin handed her a relatively short list of his demands.
"I'm not going to pretend to be your girlfriend!" she was utterly appalled that he could think she would ever do something like that.
"By, sweetie," he grinned and tried to give her a kiss, but Hermione, being the angry person that she is, instead stomped on his foot, kneed him in the groin, and gave him a bloody nose in one swift movement. "OUCH! Bloody hell, woman! What's the matter with you?! That really hurt!"
"You're delusional to think I'm going to agree to this."
"No, you're delusional to think I would hesitate to tell everyone your little secret, Genie." He waved the picture in front of her and reminded her of the fact that he had negatives and multiple back-ups, magic and muggle.
"You won't get away with this."
"I think I will." Colin gave her a hug, and it took all of her willpower not to hex him and cause him great pain. As they were hugging, Ron was walking out into the hall, but stopped immediately as he saw Hermione and Colin hugging.
"What the bloody hell does he think he's doing? What the bloody hell does she think she's doing?!" Ron gaped.
Author's Notes: Ha! This thing is going to get so cool! Review please!
Next Chapter: Demands...jealousy...the usual.
Future Events: Why is being a Genie such a big deal? Why is she a Genie? (I will answer that eventually, but I'm "creating suspense")
