Note from Author: It is here, at last, do not beat me!

Disclaimer: Ok, a simple one – repeat after me, I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it.

Chapter 8: War & Poetic Warnings

Hermione's POV

Ugh, what could I do next to embarrass myself?

Lying there in the floor many things were running through my mind. Like: 'What, indeed, could I do next to embarrass myself?', and 'I am so embarrassed!' and 'Oh shit, just as I was starting to like him I have to go and reveal all.'

I decided there and then I wouldn't care what he thought. From now on I would just ignore him, and act as if he wasn't there. I mean, that's worked for me in the past, right? Apart from the whole slapping his foul ferret cheek incident, of course. And I've got in a couple of good remarks in there myself. Its fun to see his usually pale cheeks flush, or him grimace at something I've said. In fact, it's too amusing to ignore him! I think that every time he attempts to talk to me I shall talk back.

And more pranks! Yes! Oh yeah, go me! I'm gonna get him!

I have just realised, with this mini victory dance going on in my head I am still flat on my face in the carpet. Ever so slowing, retaining that very firm grip on my towel I stand up, and walk determinedly towards my bedroom. As I shut the door, I hear Malfoy's laughter start to ring throughout the common room. I narrow my eyes in dislike and I make my vow: I will get that stupid grin off his face, once and for all!

This means war!

As I get dressed, my mind starts to formulate different methods of getting back at Malfoy; many I have to dismiss because they are either too lame, or result in his death. I wouldn't want to go to Azkaban after all this now, would I?

I walk over to my dresser, grabbing a quill and a roll of parchment, ready to put my ideas onto paper. I sit down and realise there is something missing. With twirl of my wand a large hot chocolate appears on my desk. With a flick I add cream and those cute little mini marshmallows. After another flick a spoon materializes into the mug out of nowhere and I stir my hot chocolate, taking a mouthful of cream and half melted marshmallows. Mmmmm…

I dim my candles and get to work. By one 0'clock in the morning, after four rolls of parchment, a whole ink bottle and 4 mugs of marshmallowed hot chocolate (it kept refilling its self), I read through my brainstorms and give an evil grin. I am going to get him good.

"Accio owl!"

A Hogwart's barn owl zoomed through my newly opened window and into my hand. I tied a piece of parchment to his leg and sent him off into the night.

The name on the front? Draco Malfoy of course…

Snuggling under my covers for a good night's dream of squishing Malfoy, I sweep my wand and the candles extinguish. As started to fall asleep with a smirk formed on my face, I heard a scream come from his bedroom. Then another.

Another point to me, I think.

Draco's POV

She seemed to trip in slow motion, her bushy hair flying about her face with droplets spraying the walls, one of her arms flailing about like a windmill as she attempted to keep herself of the ground and her legs waving about above her head.

It was one of the funniest things I had ever seen!

I tried to hold in my laughter as she eventually got up, her hand gripping her towel so tight her knuckles turned white. What amazes me is I managed not to laugh-until she got in her room. It was a full head thrown back, clutching my sides and pounding my fists on the floor kind of laughter too.

After I desisted my manic giggles, I walked towards my room, wiping a tear from my eye, my sides now positively aching. I collapsed on my bed and undressed to my boxers and got under my covers. Summoning a book, I started to read to help try and get the images of Granger out of my head, the funny and the exposed ones.

What many people don't know about me is I do actually enjoy reading. I just don't parade it around and expect to get extra credit for it. I was reading one of my favourite books, Salem's Lot, by Stephen King. Yes, I know what your thinking – a Muggle book? Surely not. But in all honesty, there aren't many decent fiction wizarding books. And I just love horror books. My eyes widened as I got to a particularly chilling moment. I confess, even though I have read it many times I still feel thoroughly creeped out. I with drew under my covers as Danny Glick tapped on Mark's window…

Tap, tap, tap…

I gave a small scream, flinging my book across the room as I heard tapping on my window. 'No,' I thought. I quickly ran through my head the things I should and should not do in the current situations. Vampires are only allowed in if you invite them. Ok, I won't invite him in then. I grabbed my wand and a candle, to create a cross out of them. I held them in front of me, eyes closed as I pulled back my curtains.

I screamed again at the sight of a flying phantom outside my window who was hooting at me. Wait a second, hooting? I lowered my hastily made cross and saw one of the school owls there. I opened my window, cursing myself for being so stupid. It hopped onto the ledge, and stuck its leg out. I removed the piece of parchment and it flew back towards to Owlery.

Slowly, I opened the parchment and read. There was no signature at the bottom, and the ink had been spelled to look as if it had been Muggle word processed. Damn it, whom ever this was, they were clever. I couldn't even identify them by their handwriting. But it wasn't the fact it was anonymous that freaked me out. It read:

I know who you are,

You may perhaps know me.

I have come to warn you:

That in danger, you may be

For soon you'll see

That making fun,

Is only nice

At another one.

So watch your back,

And please beware,

You never know

Who's lurking there.

I will get you

Some day near,

When I hope,

You'll feel the fear

I'll make you cry,

I'll watch you quake,

I will get you

Make no mistake.

I shivered as I got back into bed, and tried to put the letter out of my head, but I couldn't. I threw the piece of parchment in my fire and watched it slowly curl and blacken as I attempted to forget. But it was too late, I had, against my will, committed the rhymes to memory. As I lay there, the words replayed over and over again in my head.

I will get you make no mistake…

Note from Author: I have finally updated! I am so sorry for the long wait.

Salem's Lot, by Stephen King is a brilliant book, about vampires. Mwah ha ha! I vant to dvrink your blardd! And that part of the book creeps me oput too. Imagine, in the dead if night, tap tap, on your window. You look up to see a boy who had been confirmed dead hovering outside your window, scratching and begging to be let in. /shudders/

I also didnt realise how many typos there were in the previous chapters. I admit I am not a very good proofreader, but I hope this chapter was better.

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