A.N- For this chapter, I'm getting help from my friend Marci, a.k.a. PhoenixTamer150! R&R her stories please! SHE ROCKS! (I know that your reading that Marci!) And so here it is………..
CHAPTER FIVE-THE THINGS WE ACCIDENTALLY FIND
"I think that Hermione's in trouble, and it has something to do with Malfoy," said Harry.
"But Dumbledore said that she's fine! He knows what he's talking about."
"Why won't he tell us where our best friend is? Do you think that maybe he's trying to cover up the fact that he doesn't know where she is or what she's doing. Hermione isn't really one to play hook. I think that we should go look for her. Remember, Malfoy's missing too! He could have taken her."
"But where should we look?"
"Lets go find Ginny. Then we'll have another talk with Dumbledore."
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I couldn't stand the feeling of not knowing. Not knowing is ignorance, and for anyone who knows me, ignorance is a crime. I'm not much of a criminal, so I do my best to stay on top of things-especially grades. But seeing as I'm not in school homework and essays were not really an option for me, so I was pretty damned ignorant.
Malfoy seemed to me like someone with plenty of skeletons in his closet, so I went exactly there-the closet while he was sleeping. Well not really a closet, but I was pretty close. I went searching in his drawers. There had to be something there that could help me figure out what was going on.
I looked in his top drawer. All I found at first was some Quidditch stuff. Some old robes and a broom polish. That seemed to be about it. But something I know from experience is that there is more to things than meets the eye. So I started to dig underneath the Quidditch things. First I found some very odd pink boxers, which made me laugh. I kept those. I could use them for blackmail later.
Before tossing them aside and continuing my search, I discovered that there was a note attached to them that read:
Dear Drakkie-Poo,
Happy anniversary! I bought you these as a present. I hope that every time you wear these, you will think of me!Love Always and Forever In My Heart,
Your Dearest Pansy
I couldn't help but laugh. Pink boxers! What is wrong with that girl? What self-respecting man would wear pink boxers? Well then again this is Malfoy that we're talking about, so he can't be too normal.
I continued on my search for the truth. I found a heart-shaped gold locker with a flower on it. When I opened it up, a love ballad started to play, while a projection of Pansy Parkinson came out. It certainly was no surprise from whom this was from. This girl was really desperate for Malfoy. She had no taste whatsoever apparently. Whatever. Her problem.
It was at that point when Malfoy had decided to wake up. As my luck would have it, the locket was in my hands and the Parkinson-Projection was still floating above my head. I blame the cheesy love song that woke the ferret up. By the way, ferrets tend to smell pretty bad. I could say the same for Malfoy.
"What the hell are you doing with my stuff, Granger! What makes you think that you could just go looking in my stuff behind my back while I'm sleeping?" yelled Malfoy angrily, getting out of bed. He slammed the drawer closed, and wretched the frilly, pink, lacy boxers from her hands.
"Get out of my room!" he said, pointing to the door. "And never touch my stuff again!"
"Well now I know what you keep here! So apparently you tried to destroy them, but she protected them with some charms and spells, so you were forced to hide them here. Am I right, Malfoy?"
"Shutup Granger. What the hell do you know?"
"Plenty, apparently. So about those pink boxers…"
"Shutup!" he yelled, pulling her up.
"Fine. I'll pretend that I never saw that. But before I do, I'll just say that you should get to that massive library that I've heard that you have here and look up how to rid yourself of those charms to rid yourself of that atrocity," I said before walking out humming the love ballad to rub it in his face. Little did he know that I kept the love-letter in my pocket for some great blackmail Thank Merlin for the Muggle invention of the copying-machine!
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"Ginny! Hermione's been missing for a day, and we think that it's Malfoy!"
"You idiots! I knew that for a day already! Wow. Without Hermione you two really are lost!"
"Shut up Ginevra! Now tell us where she is! She could be in trouble!" exclaimed Ron.
"Well I didn't figure out where she is. If I knew, don't you think that I would have come to you two blundering fools and told you. I've been waiting for you two to figure it out. I wouldn't want to have all of the fun without you two! Dumbledore will tell you anything, Harry. We can probably get some information out of him."
"Yeah well we tried. He told us that she was fine and not to worry. He probably doesn't want us to go looking for her, that's all. But the bottom line is that he won't tell us anything!" exclaimed Harry.
"Well ask again. What would you two dunder-heads do without me, the gorgeous, smart, amazing-"
"Don't flatter yourself, Ginny," interrupted Ron. "We need to find Hermione. Don't spend all of our precious time patting yourself on the back!"
"Well if I didn't know any better, Ron, I would say that you have a crush on her," said his sister in a know-it-all way. Harry gave him a funny look.
"Well your insane, Ginny. I couldn't fancy my best friend!"
"That would be so much easier to believe if you weren't blushing," she replied.
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I can't believe what I just found in his room! Pink boxers! What is up with that? Now I know why he's always kind of…well…strange around Pansy. She's insane! I find myself pitying Malfoy! That's really far-fetched! He must really be in bad shape if I find myself feeling bad for him. But anyways, HA! He has a crazy stalker!
You like him. Don't deny it.
Eww! Malfoy! You really have sick, delusional thoughts. I couldn't like that Ferret!
Well I am you.
No your not. You're the other voice in my head. Oh no, now I'm crazy!
No your not. You're in love.
You're right. I'm not crazy, but you sure are. You're insane! Now get out of my mind now!
Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. Don't deny your feelings.
You're not my feelings! You're insane. Goodbye!