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Chapter 6

Recap

'ARABELLA HALLIWEL-TURNER' Angry dude yells from the background, causing Arabella to look worried, then there was a cliff-hanger and people reviewed, and I was like yey, and now there is a new chapter.

Anyway…….

The three girls spun to face a large, menacing Slytherin seventh year.

'Hi, Calvin. How can your very worthy and slightly pissed off person who is under your rule be of service?' Arabella said, doing an exaggerated bow.

'Please remind me why I put up with you?' The large Slytherin said with a long-suffering air.

'Because you find me amusing, charming, sweet, and I am the best at manipulating people in the entire Slytherin house?' Arabella said sweetly.

'Or because I'm best friends with your brother. Anyway, what is this consorting with Gryffindors that Draco is going on about?' Calvin snarled.

'Draco likes Hermione, and Blaise was checking out Ginny, so I was being a good friend and keeping them around so the two evil ones could have entertainment.' Arabella flashed her Miss Universe smile.

'Somehow I doubt it. Anyway, in the power bestowed upon me by…'

'Manipulation, bullying, and hero-worship,' Arabella added.

He gave her a quelling glance and continued 'I decree that you had better watch your step.' With that the older boy stalked off, leaving a bemused Hermione, a mystified Ginny, and a laughing hysterically while checking out the hot guy across the street Arabella.

'Who was that, and was he insane?' Hermione asked when Arabella calmed down slightly.

'He,' snigger snigger, 'is' chortle, 'Calvin, the Slytherin King. He rules, literally. Somehow, some idiot waaaaaay back in the third century decided that Slytherin should be some sort of fraternity/sorority of sorts, and that we would always have a leader and hierarchy, although we forgot most of that bit. The old leader appoints a successor and his two buddies, erm, I think they're called second-in-commands or some rubbish like that. What they say goes. Calvin is the Prince, and Draco is one second, absolute barmy idea, even though it is simply fab that he lets me get away with EVERYTHING, and the other is a seventh year named Chris Kingswood. He is sort of insane, because he is soooooooooo serious. Like I was like, hey, Chris, can I call you Chriswood, because Chris Kingswood is too long, and he was like what? I mean, hello, perfectly OBVIOUS, duh. Right, I think I answered your question. Hey, it's Harry. He's soooo fit. Screw Draco, not literally, Gin, I saw that look, that's Hermione's job, duh, ow, don't hit me, Hermione, and his opinions about inter-house dating. Ginny, can you perform the anti-ranting charm, please? I think I might have been hit by the backfire of the spell we used on Pansy. And you're like smiling sooo wide; I think that the cheering charms we used are affecting you, too. Or is it affecting? CAN YOU PLEASE PREFORM THE CHARM NOW?'

Ginny, who was grinning, whispered 'Finite Incantation' then pointed over the girls' shoulder. 'Look, it's Malfoy, Blaise, and fabity fab fab Nott!'

Hermione, who was getting annoyed by not understanding what was going on, grumbled incoherently while the trio ambled up to the Slytherin lads.

'Hullo, Draco, feeling cheerful still?' She snapped.

'Yaah, that wasn't very kind of you to put cheering charms on us!' Blaise added.

'Wasn't me.' Hermione sneered.

'Course. Blame the two devils. That's what they always say. We have much more important things to do then to put cheering charms on people.' Ginny complained.

Blaise, to Arabella's glee, laughed. Ah ha, I think this calls for Operation Matchmaker. She smirked evilly. But I'll set up Draco and Hermione first. It'll be more fun, or funnier. Take your pick. Funnier. Why am I talking to myself? Anyway.

'What are you smirking about? I thought I was the one who had claims to smirking.' Damn Draco and his powers of observation. She thought.

'Shut up. Say, Draco, I think you and Hermione faaaaancy each other. I think you're in luuuuuuuurve.' She smiled.

'Right. The fact that we hate each other has no effect on our so-called relationship.' Hermione snapped.

'As much as I hate to agree with the mudblood, fine, don't kill me, Weaselette, muggleborn, the fact that we hate each other should be a sort of signpost that our relationship is doomed.' Draco concurred.

'Prove it.'

'How?' The two screeched.

'Kiss.' Ignoring their screams of outrage, she continued. 'If you guys can make out without turning it into a major snog-age fest, I will go snog Harry. Shut up Blaise, that is my punishment for losing the bet. Or not so punishy punish- whatever. Now, Draco, Hermione, do you agree?'

'NO! THAT IS WRONG!' Hermione snarled.

'Hermione has never snogged anyone of my talent. She might die.' Draco added.

'What was Victor Krum?'

'He had a huge nose. It's brilliant, Bella.' Ginny agreed. 'They're just scared.'

'Am not!' The two in question snarled.

'THEN DO IT!' Ginny and Arabella yelled.

'Fine!' Hermione sighed, and walked towards Malfoy.

DUN DUN DUN WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? Review and I will tell you!