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Chapter 6: Aftershock

"No, no, no, no! This was not how it was supposed to happen! I'm supposed to lead a secret identity as a slayer and hunt demons and vamps here in England and only Harry and Ron were supposed to know. You, Malfoy," I turned sharply upon him. "ruined everything!" I roared as I paced back and forth across the room.

"What are you going to do about it, Granger?" Malfoy smirked. I walked up to him and gave him a hard slap across his face.

"That's only the beginning. You deserve much more than a bloody slap. I dare say, you open your trap one more time and I'll do much worse. And you know it." I pressured. He did know. I remember the time he went into my room and I threatened to throw the flag at him—which I almost did the second time.

" 'Mione, may I suggest we burn him alive." Ron offered.

"Or torture him until he dies." Harry suggested.

"Or both."

"Or both." Harry repeated. They nodded their heads, agreeing upon evil schemes to take out Malfoy.

"Or turn him into a bouncing ferret like Moody did in fourth year."

"Or even better, lock him in a closet with Bulstrode."

"Or let Spike drink him to death."

"Or leave him in the girl's bathroom with Moaning Myrtle."

"Or watch and see when Snape is in the bathroom taking a shower and push him inside. Then, Snape will think his precious pupil is gay!"

"There's one problem with your plan, Ron, Snape probably never takes a shower. Just look at his greasy black hair." I exclaimed.

Ron began again. "Well, why don't we just force him into watching the muggle show Barney. I had a friend who had a friend who had a friend who had a friend who had a friend who had a friend who had a friend who had a friend who was forced to watch it because of Fred of George. After he finished watching it, he got up and ran out of the house crying, 'Mum! Mum! I hate muggle shows! I hate dinosaurs! Throw all the dinosaur stuff away!' Harsh stuff, mate."

"Um, that was you." Harry said, snickering.

Ron cleared his throat. He was still glaring at Harry when he said, "We could just turn him into a girl."

"Sorry, guys. Been there, done that. Didn't work out too well." I added. The boys groaned.

"But we wanted to see what he looked like as a girl!" Ron said. Under his breath, he whispered to Harry, "and maybe send it to the Daily Prophet."

"Ron, I heard that. You can't do that. It'll make the children cry." I said, my voice cracking up. Even Spike snickered. Ron's eyes widened; he didn't think I would hear that.

Spike spoke up, "Why don't you guys just call a truce. No need to nurse a grudge for that long."

I laughed. "That's such a preposterous and such a simple idea that its-" I paused and my smile faded. "-actually quite brilliant. Why didn't I think of that before?"

"Of course, it's brilliant! I'm brilliant!" Spike said. I smiled at his goofy grin.

Harry and Ron thought differently. They were gaping like fishes. "Are you really considering it, Hermione? Do you think it's such a good idea?" They looked wearily at Malfoy.

"Yes. We'll be civil to each other, no name-calling, and I won't have to go through a hard time this year. And you," I turned sharply onto Malfoy. "Will keep quiet or we four, including, will zero in on you and hunt you down." I said through my teeth.

All five of us shook hands to confirm the magical agreement that we had just accepted. Now no one could go against the arrangement otherwise they would experience a very painful zap. Of course, I made sure I could have the advantage of the "contract", so I said the words in Latin, the language of the scholars, and I wouldn't have to undergo the consequence otherwise. I know, brilliant, isn't it? Of course, the zap could only occur where guys hurt the most- the groin. I can't wait for someone to break the rules. I gave both Harry and Ron a goodnight hug. They lingered a bit, unsure of whether they could trust either Malfoy or Spike, or even both. I reassured them that I was safe and we all departed- Spike, Malfoy, and I to the Heads' tower and Ron and Harry to the Gryffindor tower.

No one's POV

(Words like this are Blaise's thoughts)

Blaise slowly moved away from the door. He had cast an invisibility charm on himself and had followed Draco to the Room of Requirement.

The Mudblood? The bookworm? The Know-It-All, who had a knack for a fear of heights? She was a-a slayer!

They are talking about the same person, right? Miss Goody-Two-Shoes Granger...

He shook his head at the thought.

Impossible.

He heard Harry and Ron come out of the room and stood rigid, beside a knight. As soon as he saw them walk a safe few feet away, he let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding.

"Mate, do you think 'Mione's still the same girl we've come to know and love?"

"Honestly, Ron, I don't know, but I do know we still have to be the friends she's come to know and love." Harry responded.

"As for Malfoy, I still say we should have made him watch Barney." Ron said.

"Yeah, and in the process, you would end up being the one that was tortured. I love you, you love-"

"Ok, ok. I get it." Ron said bitterly, remembering the nightmares he had received that night.

"You love me. We are all a-" Harry still sang.

"I said, 'I get it.' " Ron gritted through his teeth.

From where he stood, Blaise snickered…too loudly. Harry and Ron turned around on their heals and stared straight at the knight. They cautiously made their way towards it and looked up at where the armor covered the head.

"Harry, you don't think it's alive do you?" Ron said slowly.

"I'm not sure. Only one way to find out." Harry said. He lifted the helmet and found…nothing.

"I could've sworn I heard something."

"Me too."

They stood there staring at the knight for some time and moved their heads back and forth to the left and the right of the knight. They saw nothing. That's because Blaise was invisible. No shit. Hermione, Draco, and Spike walked out of the room right then and saw the two boys staring at the knight next to the door.

"I thought you guys would be back at the tower by now." Hermione said as she walked over to where they stood and looked at the same place where they were staring.

"What are you guys looking at? I see nothing."

Draco and Spike walked over too and started examining the knight also. Blaise shifted uncomfortably from where he stood and tried to slowly move away from the much-crowded area. However, Spike saw his movements. Spike reached out his hand, but felt nothing; his hand only an inch from grazing Blaise's arm.

"Huh, I thought I saw something." Spike stood there, staring at that spot. He was sure he spotted an object there. He shook the thought away as Draco spoke.

"Ha, looks like Pothead and Weaselbee were wrong again, like the bloody retarded fu-" a zapping sound cut him off. Draco fell to the ground, groaning.

"Bloody hell! Granger, what the fucking shit was that?"

Hermione gave a smirk that rivaled that of the infamous Malfoy family one. "That, as you so nicely put it, was the contract that you just agreed to."

"Please jog my memory and tell me exactly what I just did to myself." Draco said as he tried his best to stand up.

"Well, since you called us names and insulted us, you were made to suffer the consequences. And in this case, that would located right where it hurts."

"Thanks for tip, Granger." Draco said sarcastically. He groaned once more and heaved himself up. Using that time as a distraction, Blaise hurried away, able to successfully slip without the notice of anybody.

Thank Merlin. I thought I was going to die there-

His thoughts were cut off for the second time that day as he bumped into someone. He looked up to meet the eyes of a very irritated and angry Snape.