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She woke up mad, cross and really annoyed, not only was she mad at herself for getting it the situation she found herself in, but also, if you hadn't already noticed, she was seriously mad at him. Not only that, she had been woken up by people banging at her door, girls screeching, and her name being called repeatedly. She looked at her clock and groaned, it was Sunday, 5.30 in the morning, by even Hermione's standards it was still too early to get up, so why on Earth were there girls, standing outside her bedroom, screaming her name, and just screaming in general?

She got out of the bed, and opened the door with the fiercest face she could muster while still half asleep and growled at them. Then cursed herself loudly for tripping over her pyjamas and so ruining the effect.

"What do you want?"

She was greeted by a high pitched girly shout of

"Hermione how could you?"

"How could I what?"

"How could you go to the ball with Draco and not tell us."

Considering Hermione didn't know who half the girls standing outside her door were, she ignored that last comment.

"We've just spoken with him, totally begging him to go with one of us, we do, after all know him so well, he's our hero. But then he says that you just begged him to go with you and he felt awful about saying no so he's going with you." The last bit of that sentence was screeched at her.

"He said what?"

"He said that he just felt so bad about saying no to you, so he's going to go to the ball with you, honestly Hermione, you dark horse, I really don't believe that you are going to the ball with him. It was you who said that he resembled a pile of bleached horse droppings, wasn't it?"

Hermione grabbed her wand and put a silencing spell on them all with a great feeling of almost satisfaction and evil vengeance, she then slammed the door onto their rather shocked/disappointed/annoyed faces.

Why that stupid, arrogant, pig-headed, idiot. He has messed seriously with the wrong girl, how dare he? I beg HIM to go to that stupid ball with me! His nightmare and my complete hell, why I'd MUCH rather die first. He makes me so mad. But then again, it's not me that's going to be sorry later on…

She smiled a little evilly in a way that was very reminiscent of Draco, grabbed her quill and started composing something… surprising, something totally…evil, or maybe just a little evil.

She muttered a few choice words under her breath, most of them describing how vile, evil or completely stupid he was.

Making a decision to look her utmost best that morning, to get through the message that she really didn't care one fig about him, or his arrogance she spent an hour in the shower washing her hair. After that she dressed in really nice clothes, not to flashy, but nice stuff, the things she wouldn't usually wear on an ordinary day. Then she left her hair lying down her back and knew later on that it would fly into her eyes and tangle up, but she had to look good know, never mind about later. She did consider putting on make-up, but changed her mind; she was not under any circumstances going to put on make-up for him, whether it was to wind him up or not.

She was awakened from her daydream of shrinking him and crushing him to death with one of her sharp pointy heels when she was startled by a large, black, sinister, rather forbidding bird tapping on her window.

Seeing the white envelope in its beak she opened the window, only to have the terrifying thing clamp its claws down on her arm and rub its head onto her chin.

Giving a surprised gasp she looked at him. His large green eyes peeped back at her with a troublingly bright green human gaze. She stroked his soft, pitch black, feathers and he made a few appreciating noises.

"So… you're just a big softy at heart are you?" She kept stroking him for a few minutes until he released his painful grasp on her arm and stood in front of her, waiting to have the envelope taken out of his month.

She took the offered letter off of him and opened it.

Inside was only a scrap of pure white paper, with two words written on it,

Game on.

She didn't need to ask the bird who his owner was. Rather than taking her anger out on the bird, w3hich was a pathetic, childish thing some-one else, who she wasn't going to mention might have done, she stroked him some more, the poor thing can't help who his owner is, I bet he's dying for attention or affection the poor creature.

She scribbled a rude reply telling him exactly what she thought of him, his so-called 'games' and then told him to beware.

Life got a whole lot better as she sat in between Ron and Harry in the Great Hall that very afternoon. They were throwing evil glances at Malfoy and anyone who even dreamed of coming her way. They hadn't been very pleased about her going to the Ball with Malfoy, but after reassuring them thirty times that she did not fancy him and was never going to, she reminded Harry of Blaise and her quite obvious love for him.

She watched as Malfoy received all of his fan mail, smirking at her as he opened them. Is she trying to show me what I'm missing? 'Cause I'm not buying it. Then she played her trump card, smiling sweetly at him as she did so.

A pure white owl soared out of the rafters in the Hall and came flying straight for Malfoy. In its beak was a large, red, steaming envelope, a howler.

She watched with satisfaction as he opened the thing with a great deal of caution, and the people around him suddenly became very interested in his mail.

She then sat back and enjoyed the show that she had, by herself, purposefully created for everyone else's enjoyment.

"An ode to Malfoy, the pus filled, extremely painful, blister on humanity's heel.

How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways,

I hate the way you do your hair,

I hate the way you look and stare,

I hate your pride, your arrogance,

I hate the way you strut and prance,

You're smooth, you're mean, I hate all these,

I hate your eyes, emotionless,

I hate you, you soulless pest,

You scorn, you lie, you cheat, you steal, I hate all these,

But most of all I hate the way you make me feel,

I hate your coldness so heed well all of this, feel the sting of hatred's kiss."

Most of the poem was screamed at him, getting gradually louder and louder as it neared the end, partly because the rest of the room went quiet, but mostly because of the spell that she had put on her pride and joy, her creation. The last line was spoken softly, the envelope leaning slightly towards him. She knew instinctively as she had made it, that by that point everyone else would go even quieter and lean in towards him as well. Dying to know which girl had so scorned his attentions and sent his this insulting howler.

He looked up, his eyes seeking hers. She could feel the anger and hate rolling off of him in giant waves, serves him right, it's his turn to have a sleepless night, filled with nastiness.

She winked at him and felt his surprise, and then she did something even worse. Something … evil. She blew him a kiss. In the din following his howler everyone was talking about it, who it had been sent form, why it had been sent. So they never noticed the light in a soft kiss shape that floated towards Malfoy. None of them noticed, either, the shocked, surprised expression on Pansy's face when he told her that her new dress would look much better on some-one half her size. Not that he had actually meant to say that in the first place of course, but still… after all he had done was simply tell the truth.

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