Not Your Sort: Chapter 3:
Hermione's lips formed a tiny smirk at first. Uh-oh! Could that angry face be because of a harmless little prank that I played on the almighty, pure-blooded, indifferent Slytherin boy Malfoy?
"Wow... he looks fuming, doesn't he? I wonder to what lengths a first year had to go to to reach this joyous victory." Hermione commented, never once taking her eyes off of Malfoy's. Strangely, he appeared to be staring at her very openly, with not a trace of anger in his eyes. All of it was only etched on his face.
As he passed by where the three were sitting, Hermione lifted her eyes over at Ron, whose mouth was still stuffed and nevertheless, he continued to chew.
As soon as he passed, Hermione decided to go back on topic. "So, like I was saying, Ron, the strangest part was that he appeared to have "Draco Malfoy" written all over his face. AS if it were carved in his face or something. Anyway, as soon as the meeting ended, Professor McGonagall rushed him out and took him in the direction of the lavatories. I suppose to clean him up?"
Ron and Harry snickered, but catching the look of disapproval she gave them, they immediately pasted on straight faces.
"You'll never guess what crazy thing I did last night!" Hermione gushed excitedly.
Harry looked at her suspiciously and tapped his fingers on the table. Finally, he pounded the bench twice with his hands and announced, "Nah, I'll let Ron have a try."
At the sound of his name, Ron looked up from his plate of brownies and murmured, "What?" He held a half-eaten brownie in his hand carelessly.
Hermione sighed agitatedly and grabbed his plate, pulling it away from him, and placed a charm that kept Ron from being able to even touch the food left in front of him.
Harry freely grabbed a muffin from right in front of Ron, who sobbed for a moment and looked helplessly at Hermione. Harry scoffed and swallowed the food eagerly.
"Um...how about you just tell us, Hermione? I don't think anyone would even guess that you can do crazy things."
Slapping him on the shoulder, Hermione whispered, "I charmed Crabbe and Goyle so that they'd always be attracted by Malfoy's underpants. So whenever they're near him, they're pulled to his, well, legs. I just read about it in the aftrenoon of last week and it took me a while to get a hold of Malfoy's clothes, but I did it! And I think I know just why he was so furious right now!"
Harry cracked up and slpped the table hard with his fists, startling Ron, who whined, "Hermione! I want to eat my brownies! I'm really hungry!"
Laughing, Hermione replied, mimicking his tone of voice, "I couldn't care less! You are just about ready for a diet, Ron!"