By darkangel1690
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the setting. They are of the creations of J.K. Rowling and Joss Whedon.
Chapter 3: Time to Meet Mr. Pointy"Granger," Draco growled menacingly. "I thought I told you to stop laughing already."
"You deserve it, after all you've done to me."
"Humph." Draco was now wearing a tight jean mini-skirt that was too tight for his liking and a pink v-neck tank top that looked weird against his muscles.
"You seem to be enjoying cross-dressing. (A/N: That was the answer to the question to the author's note at the end of chapter 2.) I'm surprised, Malfoy, very surprised. Who knew you were bisexual?" Hermione paused a minute for the words to sink in, but more so to enjoy the moment.
"You know what I still can't believe?" Malfoy didn't answer, he was just determined to go to bed without anyone seeing him and wait for the spell to wear off overnight.
"I still can't believe you haven't even tried using the counter-spell."
Malfoy stopped abruptly and grew red in the face from anger at himself and at the mudblood. He slapped himself mentally for not thinking up of the same idea earlier. Actually, he had wanted to slap himself mentally, but… SLAP!
"Um, Malfoy, you're not going mental on me, are you? It wouldn't be right for Hogwart's Head Boy to suddenly become retarded. Oh wait, I forgot. You already are a retard."
Hermione walked away smirking, knowing she had won the first battle, but also leaving with the fact that there would be future battles and a war.
Spike's starting to rub off on me. Oh, well. At least it's the ferret that's on the receiving end.
"Finite incantatum."
His clothes changed back into its black collared shirt and black pants that he previously wore. Unfortunately, he was informed about the "condition" of his hair.
During breakfast the next morning, people kept staring at Draco, but were too afraid to say anything.
"Um, Draco, your hair's, um, different. It-it looks c-cool." Blaise Zambini tried his best o talk while stifling a laughter.
"How'd you do it? Dump a can of muggle paint on your head or something?" He managed to choke those last few words out before succumbing in to the laughter.
Draco was already grumpy from last night. To make matters worse, when he looked into his goblet, his reflection mirrored a handsome boy with…PINK hair!
"Aaaaaaah! GRANGER!"
Hermione ducked down, so when Draco looked yonder to the Gryffindor table, she was out of sight. He marched out. She was going to pay- that is, if he found her.
Insider the Great Hall, laughter rang put loud and clear. The sounds resonated off the walls, giving a deafening echo. People were dropping and rolling feverishly, as if they were on fire, with tears rolling down their faces. You could make out a few distinct words, such as "Draco Malfoy", "best hair of the year," "pink," and "most desirable Slytherin, my ass."
"Miss Granger, 20 points from Gryffindor." McGonagall stated seriously, but it was clear that she had been laughing due to her flushed face.
"Don't worry about the points, Hermione. That was worth it. It was a gift that was totally priceless." Harry crackled. His round glasses were placed crookedly on his nose, matching his goofy expression.
Malfoy stomped up the stairs and without knocking, stampeded into Hermione's room. She wasn't there. As he was leaving, a blue glint caught his eye.
As he walked closer, he saw that it was the same blue crystal necklace that she had worn yesterday to patrol. He put it into his pocket, hoping that Hermione would notice it missing. The necklace was now his "hostage" and he was going to keep it that way until he received the "ransom".
Next to the necklace was Hermione's stake. It looked that a plain piece of wood with a pointed edge- nothing special. When he looked more closely, however, he saw that he was wrong. There was finely carved engravings on it and the wood was smooth on ever inch. When he touched it, it didn't even feel like wood, it felt like silk. Curiosity overcame within him as he continued to finger and play with the stake. Unfortunately, he wasn't aware of the time.
Breakfast was over and Hermione walked back to the Heads' dormitory to fetch the books needed for her Potions class next.
"Lion's hiss."
She stepped inside and walked quietly up the stair steps, her foot naturally making no noise at all. As she neared her room, she heard noises coming from inside and saw that the door was open. When she peeked inside, she a certain pink-haired boy playing with HER STAKE!
Hermione picked up a Quidditch flag that Ron had given her from near her doorframe. She threw it precisely straight at Malfoy, but it didn't it him. She didn't want it to. Instead, it banged into the wall just a few inches from where his face was. He turned slowly around and there stood the one person he wanted to kill.
"Have you gone mad? That cold have done permanent damage you know." He roared.
"Well, I wouldn't have done it if you weren't such a nosy person and decided to go through my stuff!"
"Muderer!"
"Pompous!"
"Mudblood!"
"Ferret!"
"Know-it-all!"
"Dickhead!"
"Bitch!"
"Jackass!"
"Gasp! I am shocked! Miss Goody-Two-Shoes using such foul language? And I thought that the Gryffindors were Hogwart's perfect little angels. I guess I was wrong. What a shame! Wait 'till the professors hear about this!" He strode out, chin high, thinking he had finally won.
"Accio!"
Immediately, the blue necklace flew out of his pocket and into her hand. Draco stopped abruptly.
"Now what is my necklace doing in your pocket? You weren't going to hide this from me, were you now?"
Hermione walked over the wall where the flag was and easily slid the flag. She made it look as though the heavy flag was as light as a safety pin.
"How did you-"
"Oh, I can do more, Malfoy, much more."
Hermione pointed the top sharp edge towards Draco, who started backing up, only to feel his stiff back hit against the closed door. A dead end.
"Wha- what are you going to do witht hat? They'll send you to Azkaban if you do anything! I know how much you hate it there! You wouldn't dare, Granger, you wouldn't! "
"Oh, wouldn't I?"
Fear flooded inside him as the cold metal came in contact with his pale, milky skin. Now, he was really scared.
"Time to meet Mr. Pointy, Malfoy."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Granger! I won't look or touch your personal belongings again. I swear! I swear! Wizard's honor!"
Hermione lowered the flag and stepped back.
"Alright."
She walked over to her desk and picked up her Potions books.
"Alright? That's it? I can leave?"
"Finite incantatum," Draco's pink hair changed back into its natural blonde color. "Yes, now you can leave."
Hermione exited the room. Draco listened for her footsteps going down the stairs, but he heard none. Bewildered, he went silently to his next class, Potions, still stunned.
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PLUS, MORE OF SPIKE COMING UP IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!