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Chapter 3
It was…Goyle!
That was what Hermione had thought at first anyway. Her vision, which had earlier became blurry due to her fall, now improved and she realized who her savior really was. It was none other than Blaise Zabini!
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Harry and Ron exited potions and made their way down the hallway.
"So do you know where Hermione is?" Harry asked.
Ron shook his head. "I thought you would've known, mate."
"Why would I? You saw me back there with Snape…I wouldn't dare lie to him." Harry said.
"Well, I dunno…I thought she might've been off somewhere and you knew…and you didn't want to rat her out." Ron replied.
"Why the sudden change of heart anyway?" Harry asked. "I thought you hated her and her quote 'oh-so-godly presence' right?"
"Well, that was before I knew the truth about her and Malfoy…about that, are you in on the plan?" Ron asked, changing the topic.
"No, and I don't think you should do it either…unless you want to face the wrath of your sister." Harry said, his eyes flashing with terror as he remembered their 'frightful' encounter the previous night.
Just then, Harry was tapped lightly on the shoulder. Harry turned around and looked. He was surprised to find a distraught-looking Draco. Though the distraught-ness could've been because of his hair, which was still neon green and orange…
"Yes Malfoy?" Harry asked, irritated.
"I was uh wondering…do you know where Hermione is?" Draco asked.
"SEE! THEY'RE BOTH ON FIRST-NAME BASIS WITH EACH OTHER!" Ron exclaimed.
Harry shrugged but inwardly smiled, knowing that Ron was already getting farther away from accomplishing his goal of matchmaking. Though there was the problem of Malfoy actually caring where Hermione was.
"No, Malfoy…why do you care anyway?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Well, she did a rather rude trick this morning." Draco pointed to his hair. "And I was wondering why she wasn't here to watch me be humiliated." Draco was inwardly scowling. Why am I telling him all this? I shouldn't care about where Hermione—Granger is anyway.
Harry burst out laughing as he re-realized Draco's hair situation.
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Hermione rubbed her eyes to make sure they weren't deceiving her.
"Blaise!" Hermione asked.
"The one and only." Blaise said nonchalantly.
"So…why are you here?" Hermione asked casually, trying to strike a conversation.
"I twisted my ankle." Blaise said.
"How?" she asked, wondering if it was she who had caused his injury.
"I—uh—tripped over a book…I almost died! But then again, that was probably nothing compared to your experience, no?"
"Well…yeah." Hermione said, embarrassed. "I tripped down the bleachers." She blushed and realized how pathetic her statement sounded.
"I know, I was the one who caught you!" Blaise said matter-of-factly.
"Oh…well, thanks." Hermione said.
Just then, Madame Pomfrey bustled into the room. "Out you two, now!"
Hermione and Blaise hurried and got up, not wanting to anger the lady who seemed to be going on a rampage.
They quickly departed the infirmary and made their way to transfiguration.
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Hermione stared off into space, not paying attention in class for once in her life. He is sooo sweet! I mean, he has a good sense of humor, and can make you laugh even when you're in pain. And it was sooo embarrassing that it was he who saved me. I mean, why couldn't it have been Goyle! Wait, what am I thinking…why the hell would I want it to be Goyle! I mean, he'd probably catch me and then drop me…and not have brains to pick me up. God, now thinking about it, I think I am happy that it was Blaise. If it was Draco, he'd probably catch me and then assist in killing me, painfully and slowly.
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Meanwhile, Ron started scribbling furiously on his parchment, making a complex diagram. However the diagram had nothing to do with transfiguration, but rather his plot of matchmaking. Now, what can I do to get Hermione and Draco together! I know! I could push her into a lake and hope that Draco saves her…but then again, there always is the possibility that Draco won't save her and Hermione will drown. Hmm…I don't want to put her into a situation that could cause her death…yet. Death will be a last resort. I know! I can somehow manage to get her stuck on the goal post! She can't die from being there…I mean it's not like she can fall or anything. It's a perfect idea! Although, it's too windy today…the wind might push her off! Of course, Draco would then want to avenge the fallen girl and he'll kill the wind. He'll be some kind of hero; it's brilliant! Oh wait, he wouldn't be with Hermione then though…she'd be dead.
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Harry was just sitting there, trying to pay attention.
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She'd look so much better if she was wearing blue; it would bring out the blue in her hazel-blue eyes…Draco thought staring at professor McGonagall. (A/N: Draco is NOT falling for his teacher…that'd be wrong. He's just being his normal self and thinking about fashion. But, he's not gay either xD)
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I'm tired…need coffee. Lots of coffee. Coffee is good. Coffee heals the ankle which needs no healing. Coffee coffee coffee coffe COFFEE! Blaise was really in the mood for coffee.
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The bell rang and people filed out of the classroom wanting to go to lunch.
Hermione decided to stop by her dorm first to drop of her bag; no need for her to lose it again.
As she was leaving she ran into Malfoy who, by the way, still had green and orange hair.
"You're in for it Granger." Malfoy said in a threatening tone.
"Oh I'm so scared." Hermione said sarcastically.
"Oh you should be Granger, you should be. No one embarrasses a Malfoy and gets away with it." Draco spat walking off.
"Then I'll be the first won't I?" Hermione muttered to herself staring at his retreating back.
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Ginny was walking to the Great Hall for lunch, searching for a certain scar-headed boy, when she got ambushed by a bushy-haired Gryffindor.
"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny, GINNY, GINNY!" Hermione squealed.
"Hermione, stop squealing, you're hurting my ears!" Ginny squealed, covering her ears.
"Don't be a hypocrite Gin. Anyway, you won't believe what happened today!"
"What?" Ginny asked, now interested.
"Well, I had forgotten my bag on the bleachers last night when Malfoy crashed into the ground and I went to see if he was alright—"
"What! How did Malfoy crash into the ground, and why on earth would you see if he was alright!" Ginny asked, now frantic that Ron was currently succeeding in his matchmaking plans.
"Well if you must know, I was on the bleachers at the quiditch pitch yesterday, and then someone crashed into the ground, but I didn't realize it was Malfoy, so I went down and helped him." She said matter-of-factly.
"Oh…so that is why you were squealing?"
"No, I was going to tell you why until I was RUDELY interrupted…anyway, so I went down to the bleachers to get my bag, and me, being the smart witch I am, left it on the top bleacher. Anyways, I was in a rush to get to potions in time, because I was going to be late since I only noticed the absence of my bag minutes before class, so I started sprinting down the bleachers. Of course, being the klutz I am, it didn't work out to well. I tripped and went flying through the air, about to hit the ground when—"
"OH MY GOSH! ARE YOU OKAY! WE MUST TAKE YOU TO MADAME POMFREY AT ONCE!" Ginny screamed, going crazy.
"Chill Ginny, been there, done that. Anyway—"
"So that's what you were squealing about!" Ginny asked.
"NO GINNY! Just let me finish my story and stop interrupting!" Hermione said breathlessly.
"Anyway, my story continues when I was about to hit the ground. My eyes automatically shut because of…panic, I guess, and I was waiting to hit the ground but then someone caught me, and…guess who it was!" Hermione said giddily.
"Malfoy?" Ginny asked wearily.
"No, HAVEN'T YOU BEEN LISTENING!"
Ginny resisted the temptation to say no, and let Hermione finish her story.
"It was…BLAISE!" Hermione said dreamily.
Ginny's jaw dropped open. "Really!"
"Yes!" Hermione squealed, yet again. "And then…I passed out!"
"…"
"No, see, that's not the best part." Hermione exclaimed.
"Really? I would've never guessed…"
"Yeah…" Hermione said, not noticing the sarcasm in the red-head's voice. "he actually CARRIED me up to the hospital wing. Can you believe it!"
"No, I can't…" Ginny said.
"Well, you have to believe me Gin! I wouldn't lie about something like this!"
"Of course you wouldn't, you're too gullible to lie…" Ginny muttered.
"What?" Hermione asked, clearly oblivious to her obliviousness.
"Nothing…nothing at all." Ginny said.
The two girls made their way to the Great Hall for some lunch.
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Blaise looked around the Great Hall, twitching in his seat. He had only one thought: coffee. He needed his coffee. The fact that the head girl, Hannah Abbot, sitting next to him slowly drinking her coffee did not help in the slightest way.
As his scanning continued, he spotted a cup of coffee at the staff table. His face lit up into a happy smile as he realized no one was drinking it, since every other staff member already had their own cup. Blaise got up and casually left the heads table, going towards the staff table.
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Ron sat at the Gryffindor table, bored out of his mind. Parvati and Lavender were sitting at the table chatting animatedly about the hotties in the school. This week, the "Who's hot and who's not" list was as followed; Draco Malfoy ranking in the top three hotties, again, while Gregory Goyle was in the lowest three. Ron ranked somewhere in the top ten, but then realized he did NOT want to listen to their girl talk.
Seeing as there was no one else at the Gryffindor table who Ron wanted to talk to, he casually walked up to the staff table, deciding to talk to Hagrid.
Ron reached the table and leaned on it while starting up a conversation with Hagrid.
As he was about to say something, Ron heard someone say, "Excuse me?"
Ron turned around, his arm knocking over a cup of coffee. He didn't even realize it until the person who said "excuse me" started screaming.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Blaise, the person who had spoken to Ron, screamed. "THE COFFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! HOW COULD YOU! I NEEDED THAT COFFEE!"
"…"
"ARE YOU INSANE, LAD!" Blaise screamed at Ron, speaking with a fake Irish accent, while shaking Ron by the shoulders.
"…"
Blaise could no longer take it. "AHH!"
Ron just stared. "Uh…what did I do?"
Blaise went back onto his psychopath rage. "What did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO! YOU KNOCKED OVER MY COFFEE!"
"Err…sorry?" Ron asked, uncertainly.
Blaise quickly ran out of the Great Hall, on the verge of tears, leaving everybody staring. However, this little 'outburst' did not affect Blaise's social standing; his popularity was still intact because people admired him for being able to express his emotions so freely. This was ironic because at the same time, Malfoy was admired on how well he could mask his feelings.
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Lunch soon ended and the seventh year Slytherins and Gryffindors went to their next class, charms.
Their was mild conversations between the students before the tiny Professor Flitwick entered the room.
"Class, I have exciting news! I am going to be assigning you partners tomorrow for a very interesting assignment! I already have the list made, so I will inform you tomorrow about who you are paired with."
Professor Flitwick continued talking about the project, but Harry wasn't paying attention.
Now is the perfect chance to get Hermione and Blaise together! Not only is she paired up with him for potions, but if I can get my hands on the list, I can probably get them paired up for this charms project as well! Ginny will be so proud…
Meanwhile, Ron was having the exact same thoughts except with Hermione and Draco.
I must get my hands on that list! Hermione needs to be doing this project with Malfoy. This will be the perfect opportunity for them to interact with each other! If only they were paired up for the potions project too…that would've been prefect. Gosh Snape is such a traitor!
The bell rang and the class exited the room, on the way up to their dorms to get ready for dinner.
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Hermione headed down to the Great Hall for dinner. She entered and sat at the table with the other prefects. As she helped herself to some food, her gaze wandered over to the Slytherin table. She noticed that Malfoy was grinning like a madman…or a lapdog. It was unnerving. She shrugged her shoulders. It's probably nothing…I mean it's Malfoy; he's probably is grinning excessively because "dear daddy" got him into Death Eater initiation or some crap like that…I'm sure Blaise would never become a Death Eater.
Hermione picked up her fork and was about to stab the chicken, which was innocently lying on her plate, before the fork suddenly levitated into the air, and clattered to the floor. Hermione thought nothing of it, thinking that it was probably a spell that went astray by some dumb first year.
She pushed back her chair and reached down to grab the fork. The fork, however, didn't want to stay in the same place, and went sliding across the room's floor to the Slytherin table. Wow, odd fork. Hermione was now down on all fours, crawling towards the fork, thinking nothing of everyone in the Great Hall staring at her. As she made her way over towards the metal utensil, a hand went down and went up with the fork in it; Hermione now lost her treasure. She blinked several times, still not comprehending that the fork was no longer there, and looked up to see the lapdog—Malfoy laughing his head off.
"Looking for this, Mudblood?" he said maliciously, waving the fork above her head.
Hermione nodded, still confused by the situation.
"Well, GO FETCH!" he said, throwing the fork across the room.
Hermione scowled, clearly annoyed that there would be more work for the House Elves because they would have to pick up her fork, and made her way over to the said object.
She finally got to the fork, which was now resting against a cobweb, and had her mindset on finishing her dinner. As she made her way back to her table, she heard a sudden uproar of laughter, erupting from every person in the Great Hall.
Hermione turned around confusedly. What are they laughing at?
Draco was on the floor, howling with laughter and rolling over.
She looked at him with an odd expression. He's probably the cause of all this laughter…but what are they laughing about?
"Look down, Mudblood!" Pansy screamed between fits of laughter.
Hermione cautiously looked down, slightly afraid of the sight that would meet her eyes.
Hermione shrieked as she realized the reason for the laughter.
FIN
A/N: Lol, just kidding. We're not that cruel…wait a minute…
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Hermione shrieked as she realized the reason for the laughter. My skirt! It-it's gone!Her eyes welled up with tears and she ran out of the Great Hall, completely humiliated. As she was leaving, she heard Theodore Nott call out, "Didn't know you were such a slut, Mudblood!"
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Draco watched the brunette go with satisfaction. His goal of humiliation was complete. He turned around, fully intent on finishing his dinner, when he caught a glimpse of the expression on Blaise's face—he looked ready to kill. Okay, well not kill…but close to it.
Draco looked confused. "What's wrong with you Blaise?"
Blaise stared at him with a stony expression and just got up to leave.
Draco watched his retreating figure disappear out of the Great Hall, and shrugged. He then stabbed his chicken with his knife, knowing from experience that forks could do very odd things these days.
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Blaise walked down the hallway in search of Hermione. While he turned the corner and went down the hallway that leads to the Charms classroom, he heard muffled sobs coming from the other direction. He turned around and found Hermione sitting in a little corner with her back to the wall.
He approached her hesitantly. "Hermione?"
Hermione looked up at the sound of his voice but didn't answer.
He tried again. "Are you okay?"
Then a muffled voice answered, "Do I look okay?"
Well there was some progress. Blaise thought. "Is that a rhetorical question?"
"Is that one?" Hermione replied.
"Wait, you're confusing me now…are you asking me?"
"Are you trying to distract me? Because…it's not working." Hermione said.
"No, not at all. Hell, the thought to distract you didn't even cross my mind!" He laughed nervously.
Hermione stared.
"I'm sorry…what Draco did back there…was…wrong." Blaise started. He wasn't really used to comforting girls, so was having some trouble.
Hermione didn't answer.
Blaise took a deep breath. "If it makes you feel any better, Draco is an idiot who doesn't think before he acts."
Then Hermione spoke. "But I did change his hair, rather drastically might I add."
Blaise didn't know what to do. "I'm sorry Hermione."
"And why are you sorry? I mean, you didn't do anything! Hell, you're even acting like a friend. I don't even have those anymore." She said darkly. "You're the only one who seems to care."
"That's not true." Blaise said, now sitting beside her on the cold, stone floor.
"Yes it is! It was just last night that Ron ended our friendship. He accused me of liking Draco." Hermione chuckled. "As if. But I think I proved his point. I mean, after our argument, I was worried about Malfoy."
Blaise gave her a curious look which she took as a signal to continue.
"I was at the quidditch pitch, trying to blow off some steam, when I saw someone flying relatively close to the ground. I didn't know it was Malfoy at the time, of course, but I warned the person to watch out."
Blaise swung his arm around Hermione's shoulders. "Aw Hermione, you were just being a good person…it's not like you actually care about Malfoy." He wanted to further comment saying what losers her friends were to have left her like that, but decided not to incase Hermione would get upset or defensive.
Hermione laughed. "Oh, that would be the day!"
Blaise smiled and laughed with her. "If you got together with Malfoy, I'd…I'd get together with the Head Girl!" He shuddered at this.
"Thanks Blaise; you really know how to cheer someone up." She said, still laughing.
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Pansy watched in disgust. My Blaise…with the Mudblood? What the hell is wrong with him? Why the hell did he follow her out of the Great Hall; she doesn't deserve any of the attention she is getting from the Slytherins! And why is my Blaise flirting with her? The Mudblood will pay…I'll get revenge on her for sure!
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Malfoy sat in the prefects' room, lounging on the sofa. He twirled his wand around and smirked to himself. I showed that Mudblood. She had no idea who she was dealing with!
Just then the portrait opened and Draco looked up. He saw a very happy looking Hermione, talking to a cheerful Blaise. Draco was very confused. What is going on?
Hermione looked into the common room, expecting to find it empty, but narrowed her eyes when she caught sight of a certain blond.
Blaise noticed her change in expression and followed her gaze to see a very confused Malfoy sitting on the couch, his eyes fixated on them. Before he realized what she was doing, Hermione ran into her room and slammed the door behind her. He sighed. I better get this over with.
"Malfoy…" Blaise started.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Draco asked incredulously.
Blaise blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Why the fuck are you hanging around that whore?" Draco asked in a cold tone.
Blaise's eyes narrowed. "Firstly, she is no whore."
Draco eyed Blaise. What is he playing at? "Of course she is. You saw what happened in the Great Hall today; her skirt disappeared. She probably had something to do with it."
"Oh, shut it Malfoy. Everyone knows that you did it." Blaise spat.
"Of course, I may have had something to do with it." Draco said cheekily.
"I came to talk to you about just that." Blaise said. This is going to be harder than I thought…when did my friend turn into such an ass?
"What's there to talk about? She humiliated me, I humiliate her. It's as simple as that." Draco said.
Blaise sighed and sat down next to Draco. "You really hurt her."
"So? The bitch deserved it! After all she put me through, you still take her side? I thought you were my friend!" Draco said.
"You put her through much more than she put you through!" Blaise started, his temper rising. "YOU humiliated HER in front of the Great Hall, whereas she just charmed your hair to look different…you could've worn a hat to cover it up, but she had nothing to cover herself up with. You were still in the common room in front of Lisa, Ernie, and Hermione, whereas Hermione was embarrassed in front of the whole school!"
Draco thought about it for a minute. "So?"
"SO? That's all you can say? You owe her an apology!" Blaise said, reprimanding.
"Not going to happen." Draco declared, picking up a book that was lying on the table and turning to a page.
"It damn well is going to happen!" Blaise said, throwing Draco's book back on the table.
Draco shook his head. "In your dreams."
"I never knew that you were such a prat, Malfoy." Blaise said disgustedly.
This affected Draco's ego. "I'm no prat!" Draco whined.
Blaise crossed his arms. "Are you going to apologize?"
"Yes mother." Draco said in a childish tone.
"Good boy; I'll buy you a present after you do it." Blaise said humorously.
"Oh, really! Can I have a pony?" Draco said with excitement.
Blaise stared. "Don't push it."
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Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ginny sat in a corner, quietly discussing their next move.
"You have to get a hold of the charms list!" Ginny urged.
"Me? Why?" Harry asked, confused.
"Because, moron, we have to make sure Hermione is paired up with Blaise! Duh." Ginny said.
"Really?" Harry asked, fully shocked. "I never thought about it like that before!"
"How thick can you get?" Ginny muttered.
"What?" Harry asked, apparently hearing her. "Who's thick?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Anyway, you have to change the list…tonight. Make sure that she is paired up with Blaise? Got it?"
Harry nodded obediently.
Ginny smiled. "Okay, good. I'm off to bed…make sure you get it done." She got up and made her way to the stairs.
Harry looked thoughtful. "Wait!"
Ginny turned. "What?"
"Err…you expect me to go alone?" Harry asked, semi-scared.
Ginny slapped her head, sensing the fear in his voice. "Harry, you don't even fear Tom, and you can take on a bunch of dementors single-handedly. And you're scared of a little visit to the Charms room?"
Harry shuddered. "Filch is worse than Voldemort."
Ginny's jaw dropped open. He is a hopeless case. "Just…take your invisibility cloak, and the map; you'll be fine!"
"Are you sure?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"Yes, Harry. Now the sooner you get it done, the sooner you can sleep, and the sooner you get to wake up and have food. Got it?"
Harry nodded, clearly happy at the thought of food. "Good night Ginny."
"Good night Harry."
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Unbeknownst to the duo, their plans were known to someone else.
Harry's a traitor! Ron thought. After all that we've been through, he decides to go and help my sister set up Hermione with Blaise! Unbelievable! There's only one thing to do now…beat him at his own game. I must get a hold of that list before Harry does, and make sure that Hermione is paired up with Draco. But how…Harry's cloak and map will be in use…I guess I can borrow Dean's cloak. But no, Dean would want to know why. I guess there's only one thing to do…steal Harry's invisibility cloak!
Ron silently made his way up the stairs to the boys' dormitory. He rummaged through Harry's trunk, until he found a silky cloak. Eureka!
He draped the cloak over himself, and silently made his way to the door that lead to the staircase. Just as he was going to open the door, however, the door opened and sent him flying across the floor. The cloak fell off of him and was spread across the floor next to him. Ron didn't see who the person who opened the door was, however, and was only thinking one thing. Please don't be Harry…please don't be Harry.
When he did see who it was, however, he breathed out a sigh of relief. It was Seamus Finnigan with Parvati Patil clutching to his arm, as though her life depended on it. She was giggling like crazy—as always, and the pair didn't even notice Ron on the floor.
As soon as they neared to him, Ron took some action. He re-draped the cloak over himself, and ran out of the room, luckily not getting knocked out by a door again.
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Harry walked up the stairs to the boys' dormitory, fully intent on getting his things to start his mission so that he wouldn't be killed by Ginny anytime soon. However, when he opened the door to the dormitory, Harry was met with slightly disturbing noises coming from Seamus's bed. Slightly freaked out, he grabbed the Marauders Map, which was lying on the table, and was about to get his invisibility cloak when he realized that his trunk was open and it was gone. Ron. He must have overheard Ginny and I talking in the common room. I've got to get to the classroom before him!
Harry checked the map and it confirmed his suspicions; Ron was on his way to the classroom. At least that oaf didn't think about stealing the map! Filch is headed right in his direction! Perfect. To his utter dismay, however, as he watched the map, he saw Filch turn the corner and head for the library, where an unsuspecting Lisa Turpin was hidden.
Harry shook his head. Kids these days…always up to no good; sneaking out after dark—what will become of the world?
Harry followed the map to a spot ten feet ahead of Ron. He quickly did the deed of changing the list, and ran out of the classroom, trying not to be seen. As Harry lurked in the shadows, he no longer could see the map, but was tackled from behind.
"HARRY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU ARE RUINING ALL OF HERMIONE'S CHANCES WITH DRACO! I AM SORRY TO DO THIS, BUT I MUST GET RID OF YOU AT ONCE." Ron bellowed.
Harry was shocked. Though he knew that his friend was capable of a lot, he didn't think Ron'd ever do something to him!
Just as these thoughts escaped his mind, Harry felt himself being dragged into a closet.
"BYE-BYE, HARRY POTTER!" Ron said, cackling insanely. "YOU'LL NEVER SEE DAYLIGHT AGAIN!" And with that, Ron locked the door to the closet.
However, Harry soon saw the flaw in Ron's plan—Harry had the map and could easily find a way out. He checked the map, and found that he was right…the closet was one of the secret passageways to Hogsmede. Harry removed a brick from the closet wall, and instantly the wall changed into a tunnel. Harry followed the tunnel after putting the map away in his robes. He knew no one would be up at this hour at Hogsmede anyway, and decided it would be best if he had his hands free.
Following the tunnel, Harry finally got out of it and found himself in the basement of Quality Quidditch Supplies, his favorite quidditch store. Wow, this is so lucky! They have the new Firebolt down here! Of course, I'll need a way to get back to Hogwarts…I'm sure they won't notice if one goes missing.
Harry slyly took one of the new broomsticks and managed to get out of the shop. Once outside on the dark streets of Hogsmede, Harry mounted himself on the broom. As he was soaring through the air on the new broom, Harry felt a rush of excitement. This is my lucky day…I got a new broom and changed the list! Ginny's not going to kill me and we'll beat Slytherin in the coming matches for sure!
Harry finally reached the Hogwarts grounds and locked the broom away in the locker rooms. As he made his way up to the entrance to the castle, he whistled joyfully. He didn't even think to take out the map, and opened the door to meet a very angry looking Filch.
Harry gulped.
"Detention, Potter. Tomorrow with Professor Snape at eight o'clock." Filch said in a menacing tone.
Harry scowled. I'm going to kill Ginny!
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Meanwhile, Ron was skipping joyfully to the Charms classroom. I'm gonna change the list, I'm gonna change the list. He chanted in his mind. He went into the Charms room and changed the list which Harry had already changed, and quickly made his way back into the corridor. When all things were going well for this Weasley, however, he saw a shadow and panicked. FILCH!
Ron raced inside the nearest broom closet and shut the door behind him. After a few minutes of hearing the sound of the footsteps of the person die, Ron tried to push open the door. But it was locked. Ron, in panic, screamed bloody murder.
Just then, the door opened from the outside and Ron was relieved, until he found himself face to face with Snape.
Snape gave him a cold stare and merely said, "Detention with me tomorrow, Weasley, at eight o'clock."
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A/N: Our longest chapter so far! Hope you enjoyed. Please review!