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Okay, so you guys know. The dreams are not random. They are flashbacks in Hermione's summer, which will build up and finally show why Hermione is not talking.
On with the story!
Chapter 4
The same day
Written in the margin of Hermione's notes about the Hemorjade Potion
You guys! Stop doodling!
Written in the margin of Ron's notes…that weren't really notes, but just doodles
Argh. You can still annoy us-I mean, stop us from doing what we want to-even though you aren't talking!
Written in the margin of Harry's notes, which at least have a few actual notes on them, but nevertheless, still covered in doodles
Hermione. We will ignore your notes to us unless you talk.
Written in the margin of Hermione's notes
No way!
Written in the margin of Ron's doodles
Yup. Ignorance starts…NOW!
Written in the margin of Hermione's notes
Looks like somebody got some new vocabulary.
Wow…you're paying attention! Yay!
Wait. No, you're not. You're doodling again!
Come on. Listen to me!
Please?
Argh…
Hermione's handwriting all over Ron's most recent doodle
RONALD!
Written in the margin of Ron's doodles
Hermione! You ruined my hippogriff!
Written in the margin of Hermione's notes
I don't really-oh, hello, Professor.
No, I'm not talking.
Yes, I can hear.
Sorry sir.
Yes, I know I'm not supposed to be writing notes in class, but that's the only way I can talk.
Well, the only reason I would talk in class is to get those two to pay attention!
DETENTION?
Ok.
9:00 tonight here.
Scrubbing the ENTIRE dungeon?
Yes sir. I won't do it again.
Gold script over Hermione's head when Professor Snape looks away
Screw you Malfoy! Stop laughing!
Silver script over Draco's head
Mudblood got in trouble!
Continuing as a regular story
"STOP THAT!" roared Professor Snape at the class after spotting Draco's script. "What do I have to do to stop this insanity?"
"But Professor-" began Draco.
"Detention, Mr. Malfoy," spat Snape. "Same time as Ms. Granger."
"But-"
"THAT IS FINAL! Now," Snape looked around at the class. "Class dismissed."
Draco groaned and got up, shoving all of his books in his bag. Detention with Snape, he thought irritably. And with Granger too. Could this day get any worse?
He stomped out the door unhappily, and his shoulder caught at the door. "Shit!" he screamed, and dropped his bag, books spewing everywhere.
Hermione just happened to be passing by. She looked at the sight-Draco's books everywhere, him cursing at the door-and grinned.
Draco looked up. "Stop smirking, Mudblood," he growled.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at him, and in one fluid movement, she waved her wand and all of the books flew back into Draco's bag, on to his arm, and stopped the pain in his shoulder, and swept off without a word.
His jaw dropped. Why was Granger of all people being nice to him?
He hurried forward and tapped her on the shoulder. She whirled around and gave him a mocking smile. He ignored that.
"Why did you do that?" he asked.
'Do what?' said the silver script.
"Help me back there!" Draco said angrily. What else would I be talking about? He thought.
'I wanted to mock you.'
"But…but…I still don't get it!" He stuttered.
'Really?'
"Really!" He said.
'Really really?'
"You infuriating Mudblood!" Draco yelled.
'Thank you.' And she walked off, smiling slightly. Draco stared after her, fuming
"Dude. She was only doing that to get a rise out of you. You know that, right?" said Blaise, standing next to him.
"Shove off, Zabini," Draco mumbled and started to walk away.
"That's what I like about her," continued Blaise, trotting alongside him. "She can manipulate everyone. Especially you." He grinned at that.
"Blaise…" said Draco in a warning tone.
"Yes?" He said innocently, smiling.
Draco stared at him for a moment, rolled his eyes, and whispered something incoherent.
"What?" said Blaise, leaning forward. He felt a queer sensation, and looked down. "Ahhh! Help me!" he yelped, rising higher into the air until he touched the ceiling. "Draco!"
Draco just grinned, and whispered something else. Blaise noticed that in the folds of his robes, he was moving his wand.
"Oh no you don't!" said Blaise angrily, and then he snapped to attention. 'Petrificus Totalus,' he thought miserably. 'I'll be stuck up here for ages.' Then suddenly he started to itch. 'Shit…' he groaned inwardly.
And then Draco left.
Continued in note form
Written in seeds on Ron's table in Herbology
Y.O.U. G.O.T. A. D.E.T.E.N.T.I.O.N. H.A. H.A. H.A.
Written in seeds on Hermione's table, which is right next to Ron's
S.H.U.T. U.P.
Written in seeds on Harry's table, which is across from Hermione's
A.N.D. I.T.'S. W.I.T.H. F.E.R.R.E.T. H.A. H.A. H.A.
Scribbled hastily on the corner of Hermione's desk
These seeds bite, you know
Told you so.
Written in drops of Ron's blood on his table, courtesy of the biting seeds
You could've told us!
Written in drops of Harry's blood on his table, also courtesy of the biting seeds
Yeah! That hurt!
Scribbled on the corner of Hermione's table
It will hurt even more when Professor Sprout is standing right behind you…
Ha ha. You guys got a detention too, for playing with the seeds! does victory dance
Scribbled on the corner of Harry's and Ron's tables simultaneously
SHUT UP!
The Great Hall, lunch time
Written on a corner of Hermione's napkin
Ha, ha, you guys got detention!
Written on another corner of the napkin in Ron' handwriting
Well, so did you!
Ketchup on Ron's cheek
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Mashed potatoes on Hermione's ear
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Steak sauce on Ron's eyelid
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Note on Harry's napkin
You guys, stop-
Green bean down Harry's robes
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Ham rolled up and stuffed up Ron's left nostril
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Cake icing on Hermione's neck
T.H.I.S. I.S. F.U.N.
Cake crumbs in Harry's hair
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Pumpkin juice on Ron's shirt
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Slytherin table
Written on a napkin
What the hell are Granger, Potter, and Weasely doing?
Holy shit.
What?
They're having a…
A what? A what?
A food fight.
No. Way.
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