Sorry it has been so long. Two weeks! Here is another chapter for all you lovely people reading my story. Please do the review thing after you're done, it makes my day seeing reviews. Pathetic, I know.
Disclaimer: I obviously didn't write Harry Potter as I just failed my latest literature assignment... Partly because it was a week late, but oh well.
I am presently sitting in Transfiguration diligently taking notes…
Ha that was a good one Hermione, a real knee slapper.
Taking notes? My butt. Susan and I are passing notes however. Discreetly of course, so as to not get caught. This is not as easy as it sounds however because Susan is lousy at catching notes… and throwing I observe as she sheepishly apologizes to a frustrated Blaise Zabini who has been woken up from his pleasant sleep courtesy of Susan's abysmal aim and a note on a crinkled ball of rolled up parchment paper.
I must give props to Zabini who isn't even that angry with Susan for hitting him with the note she was attempting to pass to me.
Malfoy notices we are passing notes because he is sitting right next to Blaise, and decides ever so immaturely to hold our note hostage. Actually he has just informed me in a loud whisper that he's holding it for ransom. In exchange for the note he wants my last sugar quill that is lime flavoured. The best flavour of all if you ask me.
"Too bad Malfoy," I mouth. "I ate it."
"You lie Granger. I see it peeking out of your bag."
"I'm not lying," I defend tallying my lies up to two, and quickly kick my bag so its contents will rearrange themselves and hide the sugar quill from view.
My kick is accompanied by a deafening snap as the quill breaks into two.
"Damn," I hiss.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Serves you right Granger you shouldn't have lied to me about not having eaten your last lime sugar quill."
"I didn't lie," I whisper back adamantly, determined to not give in to him.
"Whatever Granger. I guess I have to look at your note now," murmurs Malfoy with an exaggeratedly bored sigh. I know he is just burning up inside to uncover the juicy secret between the paper's crumpled folds.
"Ahem," Malfoy clears his throat quietly making it sound like he is burping instead.
"Phew Malfoy. That was a big one. Try to keep it in next time," I pat myself on the back mentally for the good insult. In fact I actually can't wait until Malfoy opens the note to see what it's about. The look on his face will be priceless.
Malfoy simply ignores my crack about his sound alike burp and starts to read the note. "Hermione wrote 'Hey Susan. Wanna here a joke' and Susan wrote back 'If I said no would it stop you?'"
HARHARHAR
"That was a good joke," says Luna wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
Luna? I didn't even know she was listening to our conversation.
Blaise, Susan, Malfoy, and I exchange 'what a crazy bint' looks. This time we even exchanged looks without Malfoy and I retching. Our nonexistent relationship seems to be getting better.
"Er… That wasn't the joke Luna," I inform.
"Anyway…" says Draco continuing with the note. "Hermione wrote back 'What does a mad Draco Malfoy look like?' and Susan wrote back 'I don't know' and Hermione wrote back 'A Mad Drake. Like a mandrake'," he trails off feebly.
'Props to Hermione,' I think to myself, as Malfoy seems to be at a loss for words.
HARHARHARHAR
This time the laughter is coming from Susan and Blaise.
"That was a pretty good joke Hermione," says Blaise appreciatively.
"I don't get it," comes Luna's muffled reply as she currently has her entire head stuck into her book bag looking for something.
Malfoy is still shocked. He actually looks kind of offended. Should I apologize? NO Hermione don't go soft I tell myself.
"I do not look like a mandrake when I'm mad. Mandrakes are ugly, and I am hot," says Malfoy while pouting like a five your old.
Too right I think. You are hot. Ack I so did not think that. Bad Hermione.
"Uh, Have you looked in a mirror lately?" I ask hastily, trying to cover up the turmoil I'm dealing with in my mind.
Malfoy pouts even more.
"Oh for the love of turkenduck chill out Malfoy. It was just a joke," Blaise frustratedly sighs while waving an exaggerated hand that promptly smacks Luna's head that is still buried in her bag.
"Er… sorry Luna," apologizes Blaise.
"Mmphmph," comes the unintelligible reply.
"Turkenduck?" I ask.
"You've never heard of it? It's a mixture of turkey chicken and duck," explains Blaise.
"That was a mean joke Hermy," says Draco rudely interrupting the conversation Blaise and I were having..
"It was funny," argues Blaise.
"Was not."
"Was too."
"Was not."
"Was too."
How immature. I'm surprised McGonagall hasn't noticed us yet.
"Was not."
"Was too."
"Was not."
"Was not."
"Was too."
"HA," yells a triumphant Blaise, pumping a fist in the air in victory.
"That's not fair you tricked me," shouts Draco as he stands up violently knocking a desk over in the process.
"Boys! Settle down this very instant," rings out McGonagall's sharp voice. "Honestly, you behave worse than my first years," she rages on and successfully subdues Blaise and Draco upon calling them boys and first years.
"I FOUND IT!" exclaims an exultant Luna, brandishing a jelly slug in the air that looks as if it has been in her bag for months. She promptly pops it into her mouth, much to the disgust of the rest of the class.
McGonagall is in a corner rubbing her temples tiredly. "Damn kids," I hear her mutter, and I am shocked. McGonagall swearing? Next think I know she'll be snogging with Snape in the corridor.
Ok bad mental images. Moving on then.
Suddenly the door bursts open and I turn around to watch Harry and Ron unsuccessfully attempt to sneak into their seats without being noticed by McG.
"You're late," barks McG. Funny, I recall Snape saying the exact same thing to Ronald today. Except for this time Harry doesn't say 'Who died and made you Captain Obvious'.
"The school clocks are three minutes fast," justifies Harry with a nonchalant shrug.
"You are twenty minutes late Messrs Potter and Weasley," enlightens our hopping mad transfiguration professor.
"Erm…" comes the intelligent reply.
"Detention. 8 o'clock tonight."
"But Minnie, don't be silly," Ron cajoles beseechingly.
"Minnie?" questions Professor McGonagall with a raised eyebrow.
Oh no. Ron do not continue. Please do not explain to her why you called her Minnie I chant in my head.
Harry is frantically slicing his hand across his neck in an attempt to tell Ron not to explain the nickname to her.
Ron of course blatantly ignores Harry's warning.
"Oh you know Prof. McG. It's a nickname. We give them to all the cool teachers. You know Minnie, like Minerva?" Ron explains animatedly as Luna stares at him admiringly.
"Oh Ronald you are soooo clever," Luna practically purrs as Ron puffs out his chest and smiles proudly at his genius for making up a 'clever' nickname.
"Make that two detentions for you Mr. Weasley," snaps Professor McGonagall who is obviously unimpressed by Ron.
"But,"
"That's enough Mr. Weasley."
Ron plops himself down on a chair with a noisy sigh. "The good guys always lose," he says with a sad shake of his head.
Minnie chooses to ignore Ronald and continue with her lesson.
"Today is a rather fun lesson," informs Professor McG. "Today you will be transfiguring daisies into chocolate. Those who succeed will get to eat their chocolate as a reward. Those who don't…" she trails off with a dark look.
That was just a little creepy.
"Now, the spell is very simple…" trails off McGonagall as she sees Ron blow up a piece of parchment as he attempts to transfigure it into a quill. Mind you, that was a spell we learned as first years. "Perhaps it won't be that simple actually," corrects McGonagall after observing Ronald's poor transfiguration skills.
Ron, oblivious to her obvious mention towards him simply raises his hand.
"Yes Mr. Weasley?"
"Do you know any spell to get rid of singed eyebrows Prof McG?"
Minnie simply pinches the bridge of her nose and purposefully ignores Ron. I shoot him a sympathetic glance. I know firsthand what singed eyebrows feel like thanks to one of Neville's wrecked potions.
"The spell consists of two movements. A sweep and stab. Choco-ater. Now follow my wand movements class. A sweep and stab."
"OW you boob!" screams a voice in pain.
"Uh Ronald? I think when McGonagall said stab she meant stab the air, not a person," I clarify as Lavender whacks Ron repeatedly with her heavy transfiguration textbook. Her aim seems to have improved since the thestral and branch incident I note impressed, as she never misses Ron with her hasty smacks.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know," defends Ron pathetically with his hands up in surrender.
"Harrumph," replies a disgruntled Lavender as she sits back in her seat.
McGonagall simply rubs her temples again. "Get into partners and practice the spell please. Pick up daisies from my front desk. No, Miss Granger, I would like you to work with Mr. Malfoy today instead of Miss. Bones," orders Professor McGonagall short temperedly.
"But…"
"I don't want to hear it Miss Granger," she says in a weary voice. "I simply have got to take more of those pills," she mutters under her breath.
"You're on DRUGS Professor?" exclaims Ron loudly so that the entire class hears her mutterings. "You shouldn't do them Professor they mess with your mind. No wonder you've been a grouch this past week… actually month… no I mean since we've set foot into Hogwarts."
I slap my hand to my forehead. I seem to be doing that frequently lately.
"I am going to leave the classroom for a couple minutes, but when I come back, I expect all of you to be practicing the spell," barks a pissed off McGonagall. "By the way Mr. Weasley, if you must know the pills I take are for stress relief from students such as you," McGonagall grits out through clenched teeth as she turns on her heel and storms angrily out of the room with a slam of the door.
Silence falls.
"That's just what she wants us to think the pills are for," stage whispers Ron for the entire class to hear. "I suggest we start an anti-drug campaign. We need to pull Minnie out of depression," he announces with a proud smile.
"How do you know she's depressed?" questions Blaise Zabini.
" Duh. Why else would she be doing drugs?" asks Ron with an are-you-stupid-or something look.
"Oh," responds Blaise with a nod as if Ron has enlightened him on the answer to a very difficult arithmancy problem.
"We can do that later Ron," I say humouring him for the moment. "Right now we should get started on practicing the spell." A murmur of agreement is heard around me, and everyone scrambles to McGonagall's desk to pick up a daisy.
Of course Malfoy and I get our spell right on the first try. Minnie was right. The spell was extremely easy.
At least for some of us.
"Choclater…no chococo…. Aterchoco…" struggles Neville without success.
BOOM
"IT'S ALIVE!" screams Blaise girlishly as he runs around in circles as a result if Ron's disastrous spell. Looking closer at what Ron has created I find that it's only a pigeon.
"Uh Blaise… It's just a pigeon," points out Draco with an incredulous expression on his handsome face.
Not handsome I meant ugly.
"I know," replies Blaise with a frightened expression while backing up against the wall. "But you don't know what they can do to you. Those eyes…" he explains while pointing two fingers at his own eyes dangerously as if he were to poke them out, and then pointing them at the pigeon that is innocently ruffling its feathers.
"Pathetic," I say with a shake of my head. "Evanasco." I leave Ronald and Blaise to sort out their own troubles.
Malfoy and I are once again 'companionship-ing' together watching the rest of the class struggle… again. This day seems to be extremely repetitive.
As my eyes wander around the classroom my eyes happen to glance at Malfoy's bar of chocolate sitting innocently on the tabletop. If I could just take it without him noticing…
I stealthily swipe his chocolate bar away while he is busy observing Neville's continued struggles. Yes! I am so glad he hasn't noticed yet.
Hermione you shouldn't think those kinds of thoughts too soon.
Malfoy turns around just in time to see me shove the bar of chocolate into my robe's pocket.
"Give it back."
"No."
"I said give it back."
"I know, and I said no."
"I'm going to tell on you."
"You wouldn't."
At that exact moment Professor McGonagall walks back into the classroom looking in a much better mood than she was when she left.
"Teacher. Hermione stole my chocolate," snitches Malfoy,
"I did not," I say quickly while hastily shoving the chocolate back into Malfoy's hands hoping that McGonagall won't notice.
"Detention Miss Granger."
"You little snitch," I say in outrage almost ready to throttle the life out of Malfoy. Two detentions in one day because of him. I mean we got the detention from Snape because of his stupid idea.
"Ha," smirks Malfoy triumphantly.
"You too Mr. Malfoy. Both of you can join Mr. Weasley at 8:00 tonight."
At McGonagall's words Malfoy cowers and is subdued for the rest of the class. Instead of sitting in a corner and sulking like him, I leave my chocolate on my desk and go to help Neville whose hair is rapidly turning a canary yellow. Before I can even fix Neville's hair Professor McGonagall announces that class is over. Our homework is to practice the spell. Easy Peasy. Most of our class has it down now anyway.
I wander back to my seat and notice that somebody has turned my bag upside down and my broken sugar quill has fallen out and shattered into a million more pieces. I motion for Harry, Ron, and Susan to leave while I clean up my mess.
"Don't forget the anti-drug meeting we're having today in the Room of Requirement at 5:00," calls out Ron as he exits. I can't believe he's actually going through with this. Minnie is so obviously not on drugs. Right?
As I bend down to sweep the broken bits of sugar quill up I feel a whoosh of air over my head as if somebody is attempting to steal my chocolate bar off the desk.
"Stop in the name of everything holy," I shout and hold my wand in ready position. Nobody is in the room however, and my chocolate remains untouched.
Strange.
Suddenly I remember I'm a witch and with a simple 'Evanasco' I clear up my mess, pick up my chocolate bar, and walk out of the room while opening it.
As I do this, something flutters to the ground from the inside of the wrapper. It looks like a note. It is and it says…
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You are a dirty mudblood
And I'll kill you Be afraid be very afraidJ Ripper
Ha. As if a note like that can scare me. I don't know who sent me this note, but I'm determined to find out who this coward is that can't tell me this to my face.
Besides, I'm pretty sure it's just a prank that Malfoy is playing on me….
Right?
El fin of this chapter. Pleeeeease REVIEW:P