Plans & Hat Hair

Dracos' POV

I stomped out of the Great Hall and stormed past the kitchens to our common room. As that Mudblood bitch was at lunch I knew it would be empty. I sighed as I sank into the armchair nearest the fireplace. I pushed my fingers into the squashy arm of the chair. At Malfoy Manor, and in the Slytherin common room, the chairs were always straight backed and hard leather, so I felt these sofas were a nice change. I rested my head back and closed my eyes, deep in thought. I've always found it's easier to think with my eyes shut. Today had not gone as plan. Not at all. I have been ridiculed and laughed at. That, will not do.

I need to get her back, but how? I need a plan; a plan worthy of Salazar himself. I need to go about this logically. What things doesn't she like? Hmmmm...what's she scared of? Mice? Spiders? Snakes? What is she scared to lose? Friends? Head Girlship?

I sighed. I don't know her well enough to know what her weaknesses are. All I know is that she is a bookworm and an all-round annoying know-it-all. Wait, so maybe I did know something about her. I know she liked books, half her trunk was full of them and she was always in the library. Yes...but what use is this information? How can I use books against her? It's not like they're able to squeeze and mash eher into a pathetic humialted lump of mush that I soo wanted to beat her into right now! Arrrrgghh.

I know, I know. I'm getting way to stressed and it will not do for me to have premature frown lines. I squeezed my hands together till my knuckles turned white whilst I counted to ten. Then I breathed out. I quickly checked in my compact mirror (what?) and made sure that my forehead was crease free. Then I saw my hair.

Noooooo.

It's not fair.

First it gets turned pink, then this. I ran as fast as I could to my bedroom and grabbed my comb and gel. I scooped out a large amount and slicked it in my hair. I worked quickly, my hands well practiced. After fifteen minutes or so I sighed with relief. Before I went out of the portrait hole to the afternoon lesson I triple checked my hair. Fine. It was fine. And fine again. Phew.

I was so worried about my hair! It was almost as messy as The Gay Who Wont Die's hair, and that, is awful! My hair has been through alot, but I didn't realise that after wearing that Slytherin hat I got...I can't say, it's too painful. Yes, I got HAT HAIR! But all is well now, do not fret. I have gelled and combed it into perfection.

--next scene, mwah ha ha--

I walked into my next lesson and lined up with the other people. Thankfully I had potions now, and Professor Snape is always nice to me, and no doubt will punish Granger and her friends. It was then that I remembered I never came up with a plan for sweet sweet revenge. Darn it. But, I could ask Professor Snape for some ideas.

I saw that pompous hufflepuff Arnie, or was it Aaron? Well, whoever was blatantly talking about me, whilst staring at me. The only thing to show that he was 'trying' to keep quiet was the fact that he ahd hsi hand over his mouth. I looked at him, and he carried on talking about me. Only when he next glanced back did he see me looking, and he immediately stopped and went a pale red colour. I chuckled to myself. Then Blaise came, at last, a fellow Sytherin. He hurried over, looking wide-eyed. I raised one eyebrow questioningly. He looked at me and said in a hushed voice, 'some of the others, they, um. Well, they are taking the piss out of you. And, um-'

'What? Them...the, me? What have I done? That Mudblood, she's going to regret this.' Blaise looked all the more scared. 'Yes, about the Mudblood. They think that you actually asked her to do this for you.' Seeing the muderous look on my face he added, 'Of course they are lies. Why would you want, ahem, (he snorts) pink hair.' My face was contorted into a frown, 'ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME!' I can see him struggle hold it in. 'Of course not. But you didn't seem to upset this morning, except for the fact that you didn't want to take your hat off.'

I growled and was about to whip my wand out, when the 'Golden' trio walked up the corridor, and I turned round to face them. I must have looked pretty scary because Weasel flinched and Potter drew back a meter or two. So much for Gryffindor bravery. Only Hermione seemed unperturbed as she stormed up towards me, half smiling, half frowning. It was quite disturbing actually. I raised my wand and pointed it at her face and snarled, 'I could curse you off the face off the earth, right this instance.' She raised one eyebrow and said mockingly, ' I think all that pink has gone to your head. Go on then, curse me.' She had her arm open wide, but Potter and Weasel were shaking their heads and looking kind of worried.

I glanced between her and her friends and decided to withdraw my wand. She smirked at me, just as Proffessor Snape came out of his classroom. 'Come in,' he said in his usual monotonous voice. I mean, he's my favourite teacher and all, but sometimes his voice is so boring and depressing that it makes you want to go slit your wrists. I walked in, smiling briefly at Professor Snape on the way in. We sat down at our usual desks and got out our stuff. After being assigned the potion to make (Essence of Insanity) and son the room was full of a powdery blue smoke, so no-one could see further than their own cauldrons. I was lazily dropping in ingredients as Professor Snape came over. He paused for a second as he walked, looking round. Obviously it was nothing as he was next to me a minute later. Speaking in an undertone, he said 'is there anything the matter, Draco?'

I looked up and sighed. 'Yes. Granger. Surely you must have heard what she did this morning?' Snape inclined his head in assent. 'Well, have you got any ideas of how to get her back? I need help Professor.' Professor Snape smiled and nodded again. 'Have you ever thought about, ahem.' He leaned closer,'knowing the truth. You may use it to your advantage.' I smiled. So easy. 'But, where can I get the veritaserum from?' It'll take over a month to brew.' He withdrew a small vial with clear liquid in. 'Three drops should be sufficient. Use it well.' With that he swished his cloak and went back to his desk.

I chuckled to myself, I'll get her to spill her innermost secrets. I had the urge to have an evil laugh right there and then, but I contented muttering to myself about my plans. Perfect plans. What could go wrong?

Note from Author: I wasn't sure whether Blaise Zabini took potions, but I decided he did. And, review!