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Through the Eyes of A Dragon
Chapter 6
A Plan Carried Out
Sun slanted through the window pane of the seventh-year Gryffindor's boy dorms. (a/n: that's a mouthful...Hooray for random a/n's) The scarlet hangings could all but keep out the blazing light. Harry Potter turned over in his warm bed, cherishing the last day before he would die.
Was Voldemort coming? No. Today was the day he was going on his most dangerous mission yet. Spying. In the locker rooms. The girl's locker rooms. Harry gulped audibly and kicked off the security and warmth his covers so temptingly offered. 'Tis now or never.
Over in the next bed a certain red-head (a/n: The rhyming!) Was having similar thoughts. A picture of a red-faced Molly Weasley with her hands upon her hips shrieking wildly at him flashed through his mind repeatedly. But knowing that backing out would mean telling The - Amazing - Bouncing- Ferret that he was a coward, Ronald Weasley threw of his heavy covers. Walking towards the bathroom, his mouth in a grim line, he nearly tripped over a still pondering Harry.
The two exchanged knowing looks. Each gave a curt nod. After throwing on some clothes, the pair hopped down the stone steps that lead to the common room. Below them sat a girl, books scattered on her lap, her face a picture of concentration. Both Harry and Ron smiled at the sight.
Hermione raised her head and bid the boys a 'good morning', followed by a 'N.E.W.T.S are fast approaching' (the date was September 22) (a/n: Tom Felton's birthday!) And a 'Did you fill out the side- effects of the wolfsbane potion on section 22- C on the last Potions quiz...'
The trio then made their way down to breakfast. As they entered the Great Hall, Harry nodded discreetly towards the Slytherin Table. He received a similar gesture in return.
Hermione, ever the observant one, took note of this strange occurrence. However, her attention was diverted towards a Ravenclaw girl waving Arithmancy notes wildly in her face. Hermione calmed the girl and the two sat at her table working on the parchment.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. Ron smiled wanly but Harry took no notice of this. Next to him was a particularly pretty Hufflepuff, who was currently swooning over Harry. You see, Harry had become quite the favorite of girls young and old after his singing incident. He was the object of ridicule for a short span until the boys realized that the girls were chasing after Harry like rabid dogs. Silly girls and their romanticism. (A/n: ::sniffle:: Who am I kidding)
It was now a regular occurrence for a male to break out in song. Of course, it would never match up to Harry's performance. Mostly the boy would be booed and called 'girly-men' or some thing of that nature. (A/n: wow that sounded strangely like the Californian Governator)
The bell rang and Harry and Ron headed to their first class. Divination passed by like a breeze with a slightly perfumed tinge. This could be because Harry and Ron had slept through the majority of it.
Lunch was a torrid affair. Not. It was quite bland, Hermione studied for a transfiguration test sometime next year. Harry and Ron just kept exchanging glances. (A/n: Strangers in the night, exchanging glances...)
Finally, the bell rang to signal the beginning of physical education. Harry and Ron rushed to the corridor where they waited impatiently for two Slytherins to show.
"Hold your horses, Potter" Blaise Zabini whispered to the anxious looking boy. "Make it look convincing!"
"That will be oh-so hard Zabini. Hating you, imagine! What a concept. Its revolutionary!" Harry retorted.
"I think Hermione's rubbing off on you, mate. That sounded smart." Ron squeaked from behind the-boy - who - lived. "No, correction. He wishes Granger was rubbing off on him." Draco quipped.
"Well, so do you!" The emerald- eyed boy replied hotly. Perhaps a duel would not be that hard to feign. Not that hard at all.
"Oh, is that so!" Malfoy said, playing along. He was a regular (insert favorite actor here)(or perhaps Tom Felton, I am hilarious!).
Within seconds, four wands were drawn. Each directed at a different boy. Harry wiped his palms on his shirt and growled menacingly. That scared the Dark Lord in 6th year, perhaps it would work on the Slytherin brats. The boys in front of him had to control themselves for fear of bursting out into laughter. Close call indeed.
"What is the meaning of this!" A very red-faced McGonagall emerged from her classroom. At that moment four different spells shot out of the opposing boys wands. McGonagall pointed towards the staircase and four very angry boys were sent toward the Hospital Wing. Slightly struggling due to extra appendages or a set of wobbly legs.
When they had reached the infirmary, Madame Pomphrey had absolutely no trouble removing the hexes but was not in the least bit happy about it.
"Poppy, can I call you Poppy?" Draco began, with a firm shake of her head, he continued. "Madame, if you will. We did not mean to offend you in any way. We had a mere quarrel between good friends. I assure you this will not happen again." With a skeptical eyebrow raised, the woman sent them to class.
"Check for alibi's." Blaise made a swooping motion with his hand in mid air.
"Let the games begin!"
(A/n:) I seriously thought of ending it here.
Meanwhile in the gym...
"The boys got in a fight?" Pavarti Patil asked anxiously absorbing information in her true gossip-y form.
"MM-hm! From what I heard it was over a girl." Her twin responded. The group all turned in Hermione's direction and a crimson blush stained her cheeks.
"Ladies, how are we doing over here?" The deep voice of Professor Verte cut through there gossip.
"Peachy." Hannah Abbot smiled, almost– flirtatiously? Oh no she didn't!
Completely ignoring Hannah all together, Professor Verte smiled over at Hermione. "You have gotten much better Hermione. But perhaps you can just work on your stroke." He stood next to her moved his arm in slow motion with her own. Hermione did not have to be a genius to decipher the jealous envy-ful (a/n: joy for making up words!) glares that she was receiving.
"He always seems to touch you!" Lavender pouted as the girls headed towards the showers. "Oh Lavender, what ARE you on about?" Hermione whined, she was quite tired of being fawned over like this by both men and women.
"Well you had four boys fight over you in the hall. A Greek- god touching you all over..." Lavender continued but Hermione thought she heard a spluttering noise at Lavender's last words, but saw no perpetrators. "Strange.." she muttered.
"I got showers first!" Pansy screeched. Now Hermione was sure, she had heard a distinct– groan? Her eyes wandered around the locker rooms, she saw nothing out of the ordinary but she could not be entirely sure.
Her paranoid 'Harry' senses as she called them were perking up. Something was amiss and nothing gets past Hermione Granger. Nothing! She reached into her bag and pulled out a– magnifying glass? She started searching the room muttering the occasional 'jinkies'.
Draco Malfoy was disappointed. The only girl who had taken a shower was Pansy and he would rather see Potter showering than that. Okay maybe not, but it still was gross. He started getting a little antsy when Hermione came close to where they stood, stationary, muttering some unintelligible phrase from Scooby-poo..was it?
"I am most definitely not waiting for that COW to finish her shower!" Pavarti finally yelled. Whispers broke out and Pansy emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel. "What did you say?" she asked viciously. Pavarti merely proceeded into the showering rooms.
"Oh no you don't!" Pansy screeched. Her wet hair shedding droplets wildly in all directions as her head shook in fury. Pavarti came into the locker room draped in a large fluffy towel to retrieve her forgotten loofa. Big mistake.
Pansy lunged at the horror-stricken girl. Behind her, Hermione most definitely heard something akin to , 'grab the popcorn'. She had no time to think on it for she desperately tried to break apart the two shrieking howler monkeys before her.
When all had been settled (Pavarti with frogs for ears and Pansy with pig's feet were sent to the hospital wing) Hermione began to walk in the general direction of where she had heard the comment. She heard rustling and a muttering of an obscene word.
She began to run at the intruders. She was so close she could feel their body heat. She could smell– cologne. Then.... BAM! Hermione hit the floor with an undignified yelp (a/n: one which I have mastered long ago). She had slipped.
On hair gel.
That boy was going down.
And not in the good sense.
(Is there one?)
(A/N:) Woohoo! That was longer than other chapters. So why don't you review longer and more frequently. My logic is sound, don't question it! This story is going to continue, I've got some more twists and turns for this baby! Schhwwwingg!! Review!!!
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