Our Common Room & Revenge

Hermione's POV

I felt like shouting and screaming at Malfoy, but I restrained myself. Until the Prefects left that is.

'What the hell is wrong with you?' I shouted as we walked up to our Common Room. He just replied in that stupid little sarcastic type drawl, 'I was sorting my hair.' Malfoy said it as though he was subtly hinting for me to shut up. I wasn't going to. Whilst giving him one of my 'don't-you-even-think-about-it,-I-will-not-let-this-go' looks (I think they actually scare Ron) I asked him, 'So. You couldn't help me, just one little bit?'

He didn't even flinch. But I guess I wouldn't if I'd seen his face in the mirror everyday. Malfoy looked up at me, fixed a grin on his face and said, 'Not really. I don't usually like to help, ahem, Mudbloods.' He said it with a sneer that made me want to slap him one! I was about to scream at him when we stepped into our Common Room.

It was astounding. I think even Malfoy was impressed.

Draco's POV

The Mudblood was having a right go at me so I told her that I don't help Mudbloods. It's the truth, and why the heck would I want to? But she stopped when we got into our Common Room. I have to admit that it was pretty decent.

The walls had ornate silver and gold swirls spiralled in an endless twist, they reached higher than the mightiest oak up to the grand ceiling. It depicted a whole story of snakes and lions, sometimes looking fierce, other times peaceful. It seemed all the different lions and snakes in the world were on the ceiling. There were sofas in front of a grand fireplace. The sofas were a pale green embroidered with soft reds. The fireplace was fine mahogany, with a bronzed coiled snake at one side of the mantelpeice and a lion, standing proud at the other.

There was also large bookcase full of thick dusty volumes full of magical secrets that I'm sure Granger was itching to read. Most had cracked spines and the pages had been well thumbed. Titles were embossed in peeling gold calligraphy; things like: The Moste Embezzling Potions, or How To Make The Unmakeable or Garod's Guide To Merpeople Hunting. We also each had a polished mahogany desk, mine had snakes coiled round the legs, and hers had lion's sitting, heads proud, at the foot of the legs.

A quick look in each others rooms showed that they were the same, except for the colours; mine green and silver, hers red and gold. Both of us had a desk, a dresser, a wardrobe and a large four-poster bed. The decorations were those of the common room albeit mine had no lions, nor gold swirls.

The bathroom was a large white expanse space, with gold and silver finishings. There was a huge bath sunken into the middle of the floor, with various taps round the edge. One wall was taken up by a large mirror, light bouncing off, creating a rainbow. What next, a unicorn? But, really, it was pretty, uh, pretty.

Hermione's POV

After our tour of our amazing living space we started unpacking our stuff and just kept ourselves to ourselves. However inside I was still seething about his comments earlier. Sorting his hair! Doesn't help Mudbloods! I'll sort his hair for him. Meh he he! Yes. Tonight. I can't wait.

Note from Author: So. The second chapter. In case any of you were wondering, I am sorting out my chapters, spellings and all! (hopefully) If I have missed any- I DON'T CARE!

I can't wait for my revenge, I can't wait to see him hurt, I want to see him cry! A totally broken guy! I want him to never ever bother me or my friends again! Okay, maybe I'm going over the top but he deserves it. I am not normally like this; I am actually a composed quiet young lady. Until Malfoy gets his ferret face in! I seriously think he make my stress levels rocket higher than high. I remember when I hit him in 3rd year;

FLASHBACK

Hagrid had just come from Buckbeaks appeal-and lost. Hagrid turned round and hurried back towards his cabin, his face buried in his polka-dot handkerchief.

'Look at him blubber!'

Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had been standing just inside the castle doors, listening in on our conversation. 'Have you ever seen anything quite so pathetic?' said Malfoy. 'And he's supposed to be our teacher the stupid oaf!'

Harry and Ron both made furious moves towards Malfoy-but I got there first-SMACK! I slapped Malfoy around the face with as much strength as I could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron and Malfoy's pathetic cronies stood flabbergasted as I raised my hand again. 'Don't you dare! Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul-you evil-'

'Hermione!' said Ron weakly, and he tried to grab my hand as I swung it back. 'GET OFF RON!' I pulled out my wand, Malfoy stepped backwards, obviously scared. 'C'mon,' Malfoy muttered, nursing his cheek. The disgusting trio walked away.

'That was bloody brilliant. Scary, but brilliant!'

END FLASHBACK

Just thinking about it is making my blood boil. But what I said was true, that felt good. Too bad I didn't make a scar over his pretty-boy face. Wow! I've just realised that that was four years ago! Four whole years. I lay on my bed thumbing through the pages of my potions book to see if there were any 'getting-revenge-potions-that-may-scar-the-subject-mentally-and-physically-but-aren't-too-harsh.' After all I just want to shake him up a little. Maybe alot, but I don't want anything too drastic. No use, there was diddly squit in my potions book. I think that potions are like algebra, when the heck when are we going to need them in real life? I tossed it to my floor and retrieved my transfiguration book from my bag.

I couldn't see anything that grabbed me or gave me some kind of inspiration-WAIT! What's this? 'Perfect,' I muttered under my breath. Right on page 22 was:-

Changing Colours

So now you've transfigured your object, what if it's the wrong colour? It is a very simple spell, very affective on living subjects or fabrics. Wave wand in a counter-clockwise spin then tap subject whilst saying the incantation:

huesimus difftendia!

Also, make sure you are visualizing the desired colour.

I snapped the book shut with a soft whump and turned off my bedside lamp; all the while giggling to myself. This is gonna be fun.

Draco's POV

I decided to get an early night; the first day of the year was always the most interesting. There's new first years to torment, more Gryffindors to bully, more girls to score with... And now I'm Head Boy I can do whatever I want. And with these oh so happy thoughts I drifted off to sleep.

Hermione's POV

I waited till about 1pm, then I peered in on him. Fast asleep. Looking as he did you could almost mistake him for an innocent little guy. Fat chance. Ew-it looked like he was also drooling. So much for Slytherin Sex God. I went over to him, wand in one hand, the other over my mouth trying to stifle a giggle. I waved my wand like the book instructed and muttered the incantation, whilst visualizing the colour I wanted. It worked! I went to my bed with a huge grin plastered on my face.

I woke up the next morning wondering why I was feeling so happy, there was a definate astatines infiltrating my head. I heard the bathroom lock click. Damnit! Malfoy had beaten me to the bathroom. Then I giggled, I remembered why I was so happy. You see, I dyed his hair

'PINK!' I heard Malfoy shriek in a very Pansy-ish way. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I gathered my shampoo and towel and headed towards the bathroom-still laughing so much that body was shaking violently. I stood behind the door and nearly got my head smashed in as Malfoy threw open the door so violently that it shook for several seconds after.

Draco's POV

I woke up the next morning wondering why I was feeling so happy, there was a definate estacicness infiltrating my head. I grabbed my towel and went towards the bathroom. I flipped up the mirror and was all ready to admire my charming good looks but,

no...

seriously not.

This cannot be happening!

My hair was 'PINK!' I screamed out as loud as I could, with a devestated cry. I heard someone laughing, and turned round in horror. No one was there. But then... THE MUDBLOOD! She did it didn't she! That bitch! Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhh!

Hermione's POV

I jumped out of the way of the slamming door just in time, to see an infuriated Malfoy wearing a vest, boxers -and PINK hair! Malfoy's face was contorted into the most angry frown I've ever seen. He looked so angry that it almost made me stop laughing. But not quite. My side started to hurt at this point from laughing so hard. I chortled in Malfoy's face and pushed past him into the bathroom. Before he had time to act I locked the door and sank onto the side of the bath clutching my side.

Malfoy started to attempt to kick down the door. With each blow he took breath from his shouting fit. 'What-the-hell-have-you-done-to-my-hair!' I however replied with a calm, 'well, you see. Yesterday you seemed to take a while sorting your hair, so I thought I'd help you.' I heard an anguished scream from the other side of the door, which Malfoy had thankfully stopped kicking.

'Give me the counter-curse! NOW Mudblood!' I thought I'd get him a bit madder. Hee hee. Revenge is fun. 'Now, now. That's no way to speak to me. I'll give you the counter-curse- I said. I heard a grateful sigh, then added the rest. 'at LUNCH!' He screamed again. He was about to retaliate so I quickly shouted without drawing breath,' and if you say anything or attempt to injure or kill me then I will tell the Headmistress that your already neglecting your Head duties.

Malfoy grumbled to himself obviously deciding what to do. 'How about you give the counter-curse sooner?'

'No.'

'FINE THEN!' I heard him stomp off back to his bedroom.

Me:1 Malfoy:0

Note from author: Sorry about all the exclamation marks, I was getting emotionally involved into the story. And in case you're wondering about the Headmistress thing this is their 7th year, and -sniff-Dumbledore is...is. Well, hiding for a very long time ok? So McGonagall is the Head now.

-spooky voice- Reeeeveeeiiw!