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Chapter 7: Draco's Idea (which is actually not his idea, because… oh just read it)

Umbridge was depressed. When your own students barricade you in your office, you know you're doing something wrong. However, this thought had not occurred to Umbridge. She thought that she was just amazing! What had gotten into her students? Nasty little beasts. See, she hated them, anyway. They are awful. I know it's the students. Who else could it be?

She had no idea what was in store. This will come in a later chapter. First, reader, let us turn to each student in turn.

Harry was overjoyed. Ginny was an amazing person. How does she think up this stuff? I blame Fred and George. But they have had a somewhat positive influence on her, in that respect. I guess that's a good thing. Maybe she can drive Umbridge away from the school.

Hermione had that rare, rebellious feeling. Who does she think she is…setting herself up in this school, as if she were actually the headmistress? Not even in her dreams. She was also kind of happy, since Ron seemed to like her more. He had told her that she was amazing for finally rebelling through her reformation of the former Defense group. Oh yes, Umbridge's lessons were still terrible; they were rereading Defensive Magical Theory by that idiot author, Wilhelm, or Wilbert Slinky, or Sleazy, or whatever. She was still working on Ron.

Ron had mixed feelings. He was happy about the whole Ginny-pranked-Umbridge thing, but he was feeling extremely guilty as well. For, unknown to Hermione (and fortunately so), he had been making out with Lavender when Lavender suddenly rushed at him in a deserted corridor. It's not that he was extremely willing; he just hadn't really done much to stop her. What will Hermione do if she finds out? Oh God! What if she does find out?

Ron and Hermione were stuck in that uncomfortable position of two people who like each other, but are constantly bickering, and fight even more, to conceal any feeling of love for the other. Dear, dear, what a shame.

Ginny was extremely popular in the Gryffindor common room. And she had won sixty points from Sprout, who had heard of the whole incident from Professor McGonagall.

But Draco had another idea to get rid of Umbridge, for a while at least. (A/N: I'm taking a suggestion from MadnessLover. Thank you so much! I will get to the other ideas, but this one seemed to fit in with the course of the story) He talked to Harry the next day.

"Hey, do you still speak, erm, Parseltongue?"

"Yeah…what's it to you?"

"Well, I was wondering if the Chamber of Secrets should be…"

"Opened? Why? The Basilisk is dead, I mean, what would be the point of letting it out and setting it on Umbridge, or whatever the heck you were planning to do with it?"

"No, no, no. I was thinking of something like shutting Umbridge in it, but if the Basilisk were alive, setting it on Umbridge is not a bad idea."

"DRACO! I am NOT shutting Umbridge into the Chamber!"

"Fine. Anyway, Voldemort had given me the gift of Parseltongue, while I was his faithful servant."

"Not so faithful, considering that you are literally hiding from him, are you?" asked Harry with a grin.

"Shut up. I'll lock her in the Chamber, if you won't."

"Why'd you ask me in the first place then?"

"I didn't want to get in trouble if you agreed. But, thinking on it, I really don't care at this point."

"Do what you like, but remember, it was your idea."

"Hm. Supportive friend that you are, Potter."

"Whatever, Malfoy."

Draco smiled. "Actually, this wasn't technically my idea. Ginny told me to do it."

"Hm. Why am I not surprised?"

"I wasn't. Remember how she kept trying to kill me when we were stuck in that Muggle house? I think that in the entire time, I had pink hair, was nearly concussed several times, thanks to being strapped to the car roof, though that was Hermione's idea, burned myself on a stove, and ate some weird hand cream."

"Of course."

Grinning, the boys sprinted to the girls' bathroom in which Harry and Ron had first discovered the Chamber of Secrets in their second year at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, Myrtle still resided there. She looked at both boys, as they entered, and burst into tears.

"YOU BOTH SAID YOU'D VISIT ME AND LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! HARRY COMES BACK YEARS LATER, AND DRACO DOESN'T COME BACK TILL THE NEXT YEAR! I HATE YOU BOTH!"

She dove upwards and into her toilet, with a loud sob, splashing Draco and Harry with stagnant water, that had also contained urine, which some unkind person had not bothered to rid the toilet of with a simple device called a flusher. How nice.

Harry shook water and waste off like a wet dog. Draco was frantically drying his platinum blond hair, which now smelled like…well, you get the idea.

Harry walked over to the sinks. He found the tap on which was etched a little snake. "Here you go, Draco."

But Malfoy was paying no attention. "AHH! HUMAN WASTE! IT'S ALL OVER ME! GET—IT—OFF! ARGH!" He brushed through his hair quickly, like a crazed monkey, jumping up and down all the while. Harry started laughing.

Draco glared. "Oh, you think that's funny? Wait till I…"

"Sorry," said Harry quickly. "I found the sink for you. Go to it."

He left the bathroom, before Draco could get his revenge for Harry's laughing at him.

Draco stood by the sink. Now how do you say, 'open up,' again? Oh yeah… Draco made some strange, otherworldly, hissing noises. Suddenly a there was a creaking sound, and…

A small girl with light brown hair had opened the door and walked into the bathroom; she saw Draco hissing at the sink, his face red and screwed up in concentration. She raised her eyebrows and strolled into a stall. She walked out after she was finished, washed her hands, looked at Draco as if she was going to laugh, and walked out of the bathroom, giggling hysterically. That should be outlawed, thought Draco, angrily.

He scowled, and resumed attempting to open the Chamber.

On the third try, he succeeded. The chipped, marble sinks slid apart to reveal a man-sized hole that plunged deep, deep down into nothingness. Draco smiled. Excellent. He walked nonchalantly out of the bathroom. Now to get Umbridge in there.

However, something broke his lighthearted mood. As he sauntered down the hallway, a group of girls pointed and giggled at him. One of the girls was that small one who had seen him in the bathroom.

And for some reason, according to Hermione (who told him at dinner), a ridiculous rumor had spread throughout the school that Draco Malfoy had been invading a girls' toilet, threatening to take it over in a mad hissing fit.

Draco was furious.

A/N: I had previously been thinking about putting the Umbridge's whole adventure in here, but that chapter would be too long, and people would really be getting bored with the story. So I'm putting it into two chapters, so no one would get too bored. Anyway, spring break is coming up soon, and I am so excited! Two weeks of freedom! Is everyone psyched? I won't be updating, though, because I have no connection. Maybe I'll finish the story before break, and start something new, when I can think about it. Or I'll make this into some strange trilogy, but maybe not. Hmm. That's definitely something to think about over the next couple weeks. Bye guys!