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(A/N:) Hello! How are you all? I'm just fine, thanks for asking. My Christmas is going to be lovely, how about yours? As much as I do love the simple banter between myself and the reader, I will force myself to move on. However hard this may be.
So back to my reviewers! You guys rock! I don't know how many times I can tell all you guys this. You are the coolest people I know.
Or rather NOT know.
I confused myself.
Moving on...
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Evil polar bears rock!
Keep up with the Lord of the Rings references, they rock!
Ilovetom88: Isn't WADMAC awesome? I thought so, but I think all my ideas are awesome. They are, aren't they? You better agree! Because if you don't....
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A lot.
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Okay So here it is...
Don't be disappointed.
Please?
::pouting::
Through the Eyes of a Dragon
Chapter 8
She's Dangerous with a Curling Iron
Harry and Ron returned from the Quidditch Pitch. A little muddier and a whole lot sweatier than when they departed.
After parting ways to shower respectively, they returned a short while later. (A/N: I thought I would add something about a shower. Apart from the prefect bathroom scene in the fourth book, I have no recollection of a shower or bathing mentioned. Coincidence, I think not!)
"Do you want to play a game of chess?" Ron suggested hopefully, it was just about the only thing that the poor boy could beat Harry in.
Harry shrugged and took a seat across from him best mate on the couch of the Gryffindor common room. They began to order there pieces around in strategic thought.
Except for Harry, the boy barely knew how the pieces moved let alone strategy. But sheer dumb luck, was quite successful in this phase for Harry. It always seemed to. Weird?
But both boys were interrupted from their intent game, partly one-sided, with a loud commotion coming from the other side of the room. The steps to the girl's dormitories.
"Women!" Dean Thomas smacked his head "I will never understand them. I have always wondered what they do at those sleep overs"
The rest of the group nodded their head at the comment, silently agreeing.
"What's it like, ya think?" A dreamy Ron pondered, rubbing his chin and licking his chapped lips. A few others followed the thought and a lot of chapped lips were given their deserved moisture.
"Fellows. Fellows! It is quite obvious what girls do at sleep overs." Seamus Finnigan said while interlocking his fingers and squinting his eyes in sage-like wisdom. (A/n: beautiful look, use it in school all the time, makes me look smart!)
All heads turned to the wise looking boy. One question was reverberating through all of their brains.
"Do you think you can order pizza in Hogwarts?" A very hungry Ron asked. He was then hit by 20 pillows from the boys who were interested in what Seamus had to say. Namely everyone.
"Now that that has been taken care of..." Harry said while motioning to a dazed Ron covered in pillows, "What does occur at these blasted sleep overs."
Seamus laughed and clapped his hands together, as if an old grandfather ready to tell eager grandchildren a story from the olden days. All the eager grandchildren–er–the Gryffindor boys leaned forward in excitement.
"Well it always starts with the compliments, 'you look so great, I wish I had your body' ' where did you get that shirt, I wish I could pull that off." Seamus began, and the boys grinned at the double meaning of his last statement. Even though none of them knew that it was true, a guy could dream, alright!
Meanwhile in the Gryffindor girl's dorm...
"Oh MY Gods! Parvati that looks so amazing on you, I wish I had your body!" Lavender gushed.
"Are you kidding me, that shirt looks incredible on you! I wish I could pull that off." Parvati admired.
They both giggled like schoolgirls, and Hermione and Ginny scowled. A long night this would indeed be.
Hermione had just gotten back from telling her new friends from the different houses about her latest endeavors. WADMAC was a hit. She had heard Pansy sniffle a bit, but when she brought up the prospect of Draco Malfoy seeing Pansy in a shower. The girl nearly burst! Some people might have gotten mad but, no–Pansy was exhilarated. Hermione never did quite get that girl.
Back in the common room...
"Then they all give each other make overs. And make each other dress up in outfits not suitable for public eye. All in fun." His grin faded, " I wish we could see them."
A lot of other heads in the Gryffindor common room nodded along. But after hearing about the daring escape of the boy's latest rendevous none of them dared tot ry anything stupid. (A/n: A wise decision being.)
"What do they do next?" asked a still disoriented Ron brushing stray feathers from the machine gun-esque attack of the pillows. A story to tell the grandchildren, the terrible hardships faced within the (gasp) Great Pillow War. (A/n: I have a flare for dramatics. Don't like it? Meh. Hasn't killed me yet. Morbid? Yeppers.)
"Well m'dear boy. What comes next is not only a treat for them...well I guess it's not really a treat for them but more of a torture and revenge thing...but it is indeed a treat for us." Seamus adopted a very Sherlock Homes-y tone of voice at this time.
Cut scene. Music drift upwards. Camera does several loops around the stairs. Cut to voices and giggling. Door opens, scene now in the Gryffindor girl's dormitory. Two woman look desperate, two others look ravenous. Who is who, you decide.
Hermione was desperate (a/n: I left a lot of time for your decision.) Next to her Ginny was in a similar plight.
Lavender and Pavarti were fat approaching, foaming at the mouth. Okay a bit of an exaggeration.
Within their hands were metal tools and torture devices. Beauty products.
On the bed next to them, littered upon the normally pristine sheets of one Ms. Hermione Granger, were dozens of robes and obscenely showy clothes. None which Hermione had any desire to don.
Ginny made a squealing noise much akin to terrified mouse, she dashed out of the room in top gear. Leaving two angry women, and a bewildered best mate in her wake.
"Leave her, we will attend to that matter at a different time. We still have a victim– er– client left and it would be beyond rude to leave her when she so readily begged for this appointment." Pavarti growled through gritted teeth.
Hermione made a move to object but was silenced by the sound of a blow dryer. Her screams were never heard, her sobs never echoed. All silence by the phrase 'pain is beauty' or vice versa.
Back in the common room...
The boys conversation had gone elsewhere for the time being.
Until a red streak brought them to rather pressing subject at hand.
Ginny dashed down the stairs at an alarming rate, her hair leaving a spectrum of red behind her. Her short legs pounded against the stone floors of what had once been her home, now she could not live here without constant threat or the fear of being caught.
The boys' gazes followed the commotion of the fleeing red-head than immediately reverted back to stone staircase.
"And so it begins..."
The ever so wise Seamus anunciated.
Back up the stairs....
Lavender was brutally assaulting Hermione's eyes with some darkened shadow. Some sort of midnight blue.
An aphrodisiac, she had called it.
Hermione had scoffed.
She was silenced by a hard tug of her hair from Pavarti.
Her life was soon to end.
Ginny stopped at the end of the portrait hole, determined to find someone that could help her.
Her heart beat so hard that she feared it would break through her chest.
Footsteps approached, hard and long between. That of a man.
Ginny clutched her side and spoke to his feet. Large. Is all she could note
"They're going to hurt her...Hermione... gryffindor tower behind me...password hippogriff." Ginny mumbled then slid to the ground clutching her legs, hoping that she was on time.
Lavender had just finished stuffing Hermione into an obscene outfit that Hermione wouldn't even wear into the shower, when she suggested a game.
Uh-oh!
"Hermione?" Lavender practically purred.
No!
"Truth or dare?"
Hermione was silent.
"Dare?" Pavarti asked, exasperated at Hermione's lack of response for the past five minutes.
Hermione remained silent, not trusting herself.
"Silence implies consent!" Lavender cried in a sing-song voice. "What shall it be?"
"I know!" Pavarti shrieked.
"Go downstairs..."
Hermione paled as the story progressed. Considerably more when it reached it's end.
Downstairs...
Harry had immediately recognized that flash of red hair.
Weasley.
Since the only other Weasley within the castle was sitting next to him, he had an idea.
Ginny.
He was about to go after her when the portrait swung open. Revealing the most unexpected person to ever enter the Gryffindor common room.
Voldemort.
Not.
"What have you done to her, Potter?" A tall blonde boy with a great amount of strength lunged at him.
All Harry, ever the eloquent one, could manage to say was...
"Who?"
Draco Malfoy lunged at him again.
A small fight broke out, neither party committing fully.
They did not want to hurt their pretty faces. (A/n: My excuse not to fight as well.)
However this fight could not progress any further, for all the attention completely averted to the top of the staircase.
Atop the highest stair stood a girl– no definitely a woman, any man in the room could tell you that. Eight or nine times, even the occasional ten.
She hesitantly made her way down the steps, not looking at anyone. She was glad that these were Gryffindors, they wouldn't abuse her.
As much.
Dressed in a pair of denim shorts that could easily be mistaken for underwear and a checkered top which was unbuttoned enough to reveal a tube top. A top her head was mounted a cream cowboy hat and her hair was done in to pig tail braids.
In her right hand, which was slightly shaking, she held a rope that was tied in a circle.
Everyone gaped.
In a timid Southern (American that is) accent, "Howdy y-y'all"
A cough emerged from up the stairs that sounded strangely like 'more twang'.
"I j-just move here from Dallas Texas."
"Drawl baby, make it convincing. Swing the lasso. Pout the lips." Another cough resounded, the longest cough anyone had ever heard.
"Well, I just moved here and I was feeling..." The desperation showed in her movement. She had not yet looked in anyone's eyes.
"Do it!" Lavender and Pavarti cried, not even bothering to conceal it with a cough.
Hermione swung her lasso a bit and cracked her knuckles.
"...V-v-Vulnerable...." she let fall.
Silence engulfed the room.
A pin dropped, an owl hooted.
You could almost hear the non-existent water that Severus Snape was not showering in. Who showers anymore? (A/n: Certainly not me...)
Raucous laughter echoed off th walls.
Malfoy's were never stunned, he had to do something.
Anything.
Hermione looked up.
Draco Malfoy?
What was he doing here? In all of his glorious specimen–er ferret-y ways.
She looked down at her attire. The only thing that she could manage to do was laugh.
Everyone began laughing. Having probably seen the funniest thing that would ever occur.
What else was natural.
Hermione made a big mistake–she laughed.
Draco Malfoy liked people who could feel comfortable enough to laugh.
She was in for it.
He was in for her.
A/N: OMG!!!!! Sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry oh so sorry. Things just got out of hand. Holidays and all the homework. I know, their just excuses. ::Thinks wildly and tries to find a scape goat:: Er..it has been so long because you didn't review enough. ::slaps self high-five:: nice one1
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