Author's Notes: Thank you guys sooo much for the reviews. I really appreciate. It inspires me to update sooner hint hint wink wink nudge nudge oink oink hehe. Ok, well, focusing, I don't own any of these characters. (duh) If I did own them I wouldn't be wasting away on this computer. I would be spending the millions of dollars in my possession. Bwahaha. Read Merwin092's fic. It's sooooo hilarious. And Aquarius25's stories are really good, too. In fact, just go into my favorite authors. Ok? Well, without further ado, I present, drum roll please, CHAPTER uh....uh....Chapter....um....4?
Chapter 4
I was just trying to get your attention: Should Hermione's Bottle switch possession from Colin to Mafloy?
Chapter 4
Just kidding. Ok? I was just trying to get your attention: Should Hermione's Bottle switch possession from Colin to Mafloy?
Chapter 4
Just kidding. Ok? I was just trying to get your attention: Should Hermione's Bottle switch possession from Colin to Mafloy?
Haha, ok, I'm sorry. I'm hyper.
Chapter 4
"I don't bloody understand it?" Ron griped to Harry.
"Maybe she was trying to cheer him up. It was probably completely platonic, anyway," Harry sighed, it was the 500th time he'd had this conversation, and that was just since 5 a.m.
"But he's sooooo annoying. He never shuts up!"
"Ya' don't say," Harry replied dryly, and buried his head underneath his fluffy pillow.
"See, you agree with m—wait a sec—hey!" Harry laughed at Ron's stupidity/oblivious-ness/distraction-ism. (haha, my new words)
"Why don't you just ask her about it?!" Harry replied, sharply.
"I can't just bloody ask her about it, then she'd think I was spying on her or, or, or, that I like her..."
"You do like her."
"No, I d—" Ron began, but stopped when he received a glare from Harry. "Ok, I do, but she doesn't like me." Harry sighed, too tired to argue.
"Goodnight, Ron," Harry said, and buried himself in all of his covers.
"Goodnight? Goodnight?! But it's 9:30!" Ron protested.
"Exactly." Harry replied, "Wake me up when it's 11 o'clock, at least. I have made it a personal goal to not wake up before 10 on weekends."
The Head-room (headboy and headgirl, Mary.)
Hermione was having trouble sleeping, mainly because she was so worried about Colin. She contemplated killing him, but figured it would look bad on her job applications. "GRAAAANNNNGGGEEEERRRRRR!" came Malfoy's annoying voice through her door, and it was accompanied by bicycle horns, doorbells, and, of course, the incessant knocking.
"AHHH! SHUT UP ALREADY!" Hermione, contrary to popular belief, was not a morning person, especially when she hadn't even slept a wink. She muttered a few incantations, one to give her an instant shower, another that would change her outfit, one to put on her make-up, etc. Within a matter of seconds, she was ready to go.
"We have a meeting with good ol' Dumb-dore."
"Wow, Malfoy," Hermione retorted, as she whipped open the door, glaring ferociously, "did you come up with that one all by yourself?" she asked over-enthusiastically, the sarcasm that was dripping from her voice could have filled up the Atlantic Ocean.
"Be quiet, Granger. We have to go."
"Shove it, Malfoy."
"Shall we?" he asked and held out his arm for her.
"No." she replied, bluntly, and slapped the back of his head.
"Aren't you a delight," Malfoy spat.
"Can we just leave?"
"Fine."
Hermione and Draco walked down to Dumbledore's office and, after Hermione muttered the password, went inside. "Ah," Dumbledore greeted them, "please, come in, have a seat."
"Thank you," Hermione said, happily. Draco muttered something indecipherable and sat down.
"I suppose you're wondering what this meeting is about," Dumbledore paused to glance at them, and then continued on. "With the school year just beginning, I thought it might be nice to have a "Welcome-Back Dance" for the 5th, 6th, and 7th year students.
"Why not the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th?" Malfoy interrupted.
"They will be having a field trip," Dumbledore replied, calmly. "Is that ok with you, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Yes."
"Oh, also, about that field trip, I'm going to leave it up to you to plan what the activities of that day will entail and the details of the dance."
"Okay."
"Well, that will be all. Thank you, both." Hermione and Malfoy got up and left Dumbledore's office and went down to brunch.
"Oh joy," Malfoy said, sardonically, "more stuff for us to plan."
"At least it'll be fun," Hermione replied, optimistically.
"You think hanging out in the library is 'fun'," Malfoy pointed out.
"It is."
"Of course it is."
"Shut up, Mafloy."
Colin's Room"I've got it!" he smiled to himself. "I've finally thought of the perfect wish!"
"What is it?" Hermione asked, sounding irritated, as she appeared out of nowhere.
"Wow. That's cool!" Colin shouted, mesmerized at her genie powers.
"Can we please just cut to the chase?"
"Fine." Colin fidgeted with his camera and nervously wrung his hands together. "Ok, I want—"
"You wish," Hermione corrected.
"I wish..."
Author's Notes: Bwahaha. I knooow the wiiiiiisshhh. Bwahaha. Hehe. Ok, so it's awesome. OMG.
Next Chapter: "Superstar" (only Buffy fans would understand)
Future Events: Should Malfoy get a hold of Hermione's bottle?
