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Chapter 5
The Great Hall, still lunch
Seriously, Draco, they're shoving food down their shirts and stuff…
Wait…you're only looking at this cuz you wanna see Granger's shirt come up
whistles innocently
Oh god.
BLAISE!
What?
Get over her.
No! She's hot!
She's a GRYFFINDOR
So?
So, don't you have some…some…some Slytherin pride?
What's that?
God, you're so ignorant.
No, really! What's Slytherin pride?
…you really don't know?
Uhh…no…am I supposed too?
YES!
Tell me then.
Uh…
HA! YOU DON'T KNOW EITHER!
Yes I do! Now shut the hell up and let me think!
Waiting…
Shut up! Thinking…
WAITING!
THINKING!
Shut the hell up you guys and watch the food fight!
Sorry Pansy.
Sheesh, you guys are MORONS!
You don't need to rub it in!
Whatever.
Ooh, they're busted!
Written on a lemon drop wrapper in Professor Dumbledor's office
You idiots! Why didn't you stop?
Shut up. You started it.
But-but-but-
He's right. YOU started it. WE didn't.
You didn't have to throw food back!
Uh, yeah we did. It was a food FIGHT. As in FIGHTING with FOOD.
I know that!
Then why didn't you say so? You could have saved Ronnie here the trouble of explaining it to you!
Lemon drop stuck in Harry's hair
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The other side of the wrapper
Shit Ron! This is gonna take AGES to get out!
Ha ha! There's something in Harry's hair! Harry's hair, hair's Harry, hair of Harry, Harry of hair! does jig to tune of Harry's hair song
Shut up.
You have to admit that it's pretty funny.
No it's not! You don't know what it's like to have bushy, messy, untamable hair…well, maybe, you do but-
Hey!
Not ANOTHER lemon drop!
It was in my mouth too. Extra stick. winks
Ewwwwwwwwwwww!
Shut up, Dumbledore's coming!
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Written on a page of a notebook with the blue cover
I can't believe you guys! It's the first week of school, and you get detentions!
I wouldn't be talking Hermione. You have two!
Continues as a regular story
"Whoa…Hermione…why am I floating?" said Ron nervously, rising a few feet in the air.
Hermione grinned evilly.
"It tickles!" screamed Ron. "Oh, it tickles!"
His legs and arm snapped at his side.
"I can't move!" yelled Ron. He rose up to the ceiling, twelve feet above their heads. Consequentially, right next to Blaise Zabini. (A/N: Yes, I know Blaise was at lunch, but just pretend that he was let down to eat, and then Draco put him back up again.)
"You too, eh?" said Blaise sadly.
"Yeah," sighed Ron.
"So…what's up?" Blaise asked, trying to make conversation.
"Oh nothing…just you and me…" said Ron sarcastically.
"Hey, have you seen Hermione with her shirt off?"
With that, Hermione moved her wand and Ron's legs jerked out and kicked Blaise.
"Owwwwww!"
Continues in note form
Written in soap suds on a desk in the Potions classroom, during Hermione's and Draco's detention
T.H.I.S. I.S. B.O.R.I.N.G.
Written in soap suds on the floor
N.O. S.H.I.T. S.H.E.R.L.O.C.K.
Written in soap suds on the floor next to Draco
W.E.L.L. Y.O.U. D.I.D.N.T. H.A.V.E. T.O. G.E.T. D.E.T.E.N.T.I.O.N. T.O.O.
Written in soap suds on Hermione's face
But I did
Written in soap suds on Draco's face
And so did i
Soaps suds on Hermione's back
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Soap suds in Draco's hair
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Soap suds on Hermione's shoulder
N.O. F.A.I.R.
Soap suds on the floor
Who said Gryffindors were fair?
Soap suds on Hermione's eyelid
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Soap suds scribbled hastily across the floor
Someone's coming!
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Later that night, in the Head's common room, around ten
Gold script above Hermione's head
Interesting detention, don't you think?
Silver script above Draco's head
Whatever. Just because detention was fun doesn't mean that I don't hate you.
Gold script above Hermione's head
Same.
About two, in Hermione's dream
Now the memory continues.
So, I got to know Dylan and he was really nice and sweet. Always brought me flowers and chocolates, you know.
But he ALWAYS asked me out. It was like every single day. And of course I had to go. But when I couldn't, and I had made plans with my muggle friends, his voice became high-pitched, and he pleaded that I should come.
It was scary.
Then there was the phone calls. In the morning, during breakfast, in the middle of the night, whenever. I always had to come to the phone. And then he just said he wanted to hear my voice. In the middle of the night. Whenever the phone rang, my parents always said, "Hermione, it's for you" without even checking the caller id.
Dylan was starting to creep me out.
A lot.
Sorry I haven't updated in so long!