Shinju: I'm bbbaacckkk!
Sango: Did you miss us?
Draco: NO!
Sango: That's not nice…
Mister Kat: He's Draco, and you are ruining his life. You EXPECT him to be nice?
Sango: Well…yeah.
Shinju: How are you Alice?
Alice: Hermione fed me candy!
All: HERMIONE!
Hermione: ShinjuJaganshi owns nothing, no matter how hard she wishes.
Shinju: That was mean.
Mister Kat: Has she had her mocha yet?
Hermione: No.
Mister Kat: Here.
Hermione: COFFEE!
Sango: Special thanks to my mother, who tells me that no matter how much I wish it would go away, the story must be finished. And that she didn't labor for 24 hours after forcing labor by mowing the lawn in 100 degree South Carolina weather just so I could lie around the house all day. Thanks mom.
The story so far: Upon arriving at Hogwarts, Harry and the gang find a pretty young girl named Alice, who just transferred from Japan. She's in Gryffindor too. But she's also childhood friends with Draco! As soon as she realizes that her new friends and her old friend hate each other, she begins an epic journey. To make the enemies friends, and pair them up with the perfect person!
From the last chapter:
Draco. Malfoy. Was. Smiling.
It's the end of the world as we know it, it's the end of the world as we know it…
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" screamed Hermione. She turned to run up the stairs, putting Carl Lewis to shame as she chased her new friend, bent on torturing, maiming, and then maybe killing her in the most painful ways she could possibly think of. It wasn't long before they heard a loud crash and a long string of curses. Harry whistled, clearly impressed.
"Did you know Hermione could swear?" Ron asked Harry. Harry shook his head, then turned towards Draco, confusion overpowering his instinct to hex Malfoy and cause his demise in a painful and humiliating way.
"Malfoy, what is going on?"
"It's Alice's hobby. She's trying to 'fix' our lives, making us best friends and having us all dating and happy." moaned Draco, his head still in his hand.
"Is she good?" asked Ron, worried about his sanity. FRIENDS?With Malfoy? No thank you very much and all the same, but he'd rather not. Draco gave him a pained look, like he didn't really want to give the answer.
"She's the best at it. What's more, if she can't do it now, she will track us down and force us to be happy." said Draco, turning to go to the dungeons. He got all of three feet before he fell down, cursing as he went. Ron whistled. He was even better at it than Hermione had been.
"Oh the joy. Remind me to ask the gods why I seem to be on their bad person list. I-am-going-to-bed-now." Draco said, very slowly and clearly. He got up and took a few careful steps forward. Nothing happened. he exhaled very, very quietly, and stalked off to the dungeons. Harry and Ron were left behind, snickering softly as they went to bed.
"WHY ALICE? WHY?" howled Hermione desperately to her friend, clutching the edge of her blanket. Alice just frowned.
"Why do you hate him?" asked Alice softly. Hermione jerked her head up to look at her friend in shock and confusion. Why? Because! She had to hate him! He was…was…a Slytherin! He was Malfoy the Ferret, a Death Eater!
"Because he's a Death Eater Alice! He hates us! He calls me a…a mudblood!" explained Hermione hurriedly. She didn't know why she felt sort of…wrong for saying it, but she forced the words out, and waited for Alice to speak.
"How do you know he's a Death Eater?" Alice asked again, her voice low and sad.
"His perfect father's a Death Eater, so of course his little Ferret's going to be one too!" snapped Hermione. Something about it seemed wrong though, and she just didn't know what.
"That isn't true Hermione. Draco hates his father."
Hermione reeled backwards as the force of this statement hit her hard. Malfoy the perfect, always raving about his father and how perfect his family was, hated his father?
"Why?"
"That's for him to tell you. I made a promise, and I intend to keep it." snapped Alice, glaring hard. With that, she flipped over and stopped talking. Hermione sighed in disappointment and went back to her own bed. The last thoughts she had before she fell asleep were, Why? Why do we hate him so much?
The next day, Hermione was stuck in a classroom with her worst enemy. Malfoy didn't seem to mind that he was sitting next to a mudblood. He was far more interested in Snape's lecture. She quickly got back to her own notes, thinking about how she could use this potion to her advantage. It was a truth potion, and one that lasted a full day. It bound to person who drank it speak the truth and nothing but the truth for a whole day. If the witch or wizard who made it was strong enough, then the person would answer questions that they didn't even know the answer to. Snape had been evil to the last, and paired her with Malfoy.
She concentrated on putting the final ingredient into the blue liquid, and watched with satisfaction as it turned bright pink. Good. Now for the hard bit.
"Well? Aren't you going to drink it Malfoy?" she asked. Draco looked at her in shock. The expression on his face just screamed, Are you mad woman?
"Drink it? But…it's so…so…pink! And besides, I'm not drinking anything made by a mudblood!" he shuddered, pulling away. She grinned, choosing to ignore the insult.
"Do you want to pass this or not?" she asked, taunting him a bit. He squared his shoulders, glared at her, and drank the amount she had given him.
"See? That wasn't so bad." she giggled. He glared at her.
"That was utterly repulsive." he snarled. She grinned, her smile hinting at unspeakable evils.
"Now…I'm going to ask questions. Why do you call me a mudblood?" she asked. The question was one she'd thought about every day since her second year. Draco looked like he would rather eat slugs than answer, but he had to.
"It…it keeps up my…my act." he whispered, glaring a hole in the floor. She was stunned. The entire holier-than-thou-because-I-am-rich-and-inbred attitude was…an act?
"What do you mean, an act?" she stuttered. Luckily no one in the class was paying any attention to them. They were too busy tormenting each other.
"I…can't seem useful to the…D-Dark Lord or I'll be m-marked. But I c-can't seem like a t-t-traitor or I'll be killed." he whispered, struggling against the potion. She was in even deeper shock. But she had to keep going.
"Why do you hate Harry?"
"Be…because if…if he doesn't….doesn't trust…trust me then I can't…spy on him for…for my father." came the hesitant reply. Hermione was horrified. Draco Malfoy, protecting Harry Potter from the Dark Lord's followers? How could such a thing be? He was a Death Eater, someone of evil powers, out to kill Harry. Right?
"Why do you want to protect Harry?"
"If…he d…dies then the world…will fall into…into the Dark Lord's hands and…and besides…I would be s-sad." He muttered, his gaze helpless. She could tell in his eyes that he didn't want to tell any of this to her. And she felt horrible, like she was violating some kind of sacred place.
"Class dismissed." droned Snape, not even looking up from his desk.
Saved by the devil. Oh joy.
"Come on Drakie. Lets go somewhere without a mudblood nearby. You don't want to be near her do you?" purred Pansy, cuddling up to him.
"I…I…" Draco backed away, trying his hardest not to answer the question. He bumped into Hermione. He looked back and forth, frantic. Harry and Ron were edging closer and closer. And then Hermione decided to take action.
"Come on Draco!" she said, grabbing his arm and running out the door.
"What are you doing?" he cried, barely managing to keep up with her.
"Getting you out of there!" she laughed. And suddenly, she heard a strange sound. She then realized something. Draco Malfoy was laughing! And it was a nice sounding laugh too. Sort of like big brass bells ringing.
Draco noticed that her laugh still sounded like silver bells.
They turned a corner and collapsed to the floor, both laughing hard. Neither one knew what was just so funny, but for a whole minute, they were both happy just being next to each other.
Shinju: Done! Now weren't those some nice little secrets spilled!
Sango: You thought that we would tell you why Draco hates his father don't you?
Shinju: Not yet my little squirrels! Soon though!
Sango: For now, here's a cookie!