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Yeah, so everyting belongs to JKR…enough said.
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Okay, thanks to all my reviewers, though I doubt that they're probably still with me, because I haven't written in a while. I'm sorry for not writing in a while, but life got in the way. So, please enjoy this chapter and try not to chase me down with angry mob torches if it's not the best I've written.
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Ah, music. It always makes me happy. Especially when you're having one of those dreams when you dream about something with flowers and rainbows, and there's a field filled with bright colors and sunshine just waiting to be frolicked through. And usually, there are clarinets and trumpets playing with the occasional crescendo of a cymbal moving along faster and faster as you run faster and faster in the freshness of the air.
I was currently having one of those dreams. I had to start getting used to the happy kinds of dreams after the war ended. The only thing that ruined it though is that a flute was playing way out of tune to the point where you couldn't tell which key it was in. And of course, the embouchure wasn't set correctly from what I could tell, so the missed notes sounded like a sharp piccolo.
The frolicking in my dream immediately stopped. The clouds moved overhead as the flute became more and more sharp, and somehow, Ron came in and totally punched me in the face. The bouquet of flowers that I found in my hand at the moment came flying out of it, leaving Ron to laugh and step on them. After that, I started to laugh at him, which was probably not the smartest thing to do to dream Ron, because afterward, he decided kneeing me in the stomach was amusing.
That, thankfully, was when I decided to wake up. All the flowers, blue skies, and white puffy clouds were gone from my vision as I flipped my bushy earth-colored hair out of my eyes and sat up. The only thing that carried over into the real world was that incredibly sharp flute sound. It was a little harder to hear now that I was no longer being threatened by dream Ron, but it was still the most annoying thing I've ever heard nonetheless.
I got up, put a school robe on to cover my pajamas, and marched out of the room to find this flute playing imposter. Normally, people wouldn't care whether the flute playing was lyrically musical or not, but if you're going to wake people up this early in the morning, you have to at least be able to play fairly decent. As a former flute player, it must be bothering me the most.
Technically, I've been playing the flute since I was eight. My mother knew I would be a little rough around the edges when I grew up, so she gave me something feminine to do to help me out. I wasn't too fond of the basics part of the instrument, but I loved the music enough to continue. For the lack of a better phrase, it just sounded so pretty. Of course, since around fifth year, I stopped playing because of a certain all out killing spree that was raging, but I've taken it out once in a while to tune it this year.
Anyways, the awful flute sound sounded like it was coming from the boy's dorm. more often than not, I wouldn't have cared, but since when did boys decide to play flute? Don't get me wrong, some of the most successful flute players have been men, but Gryffindor boys rival the Slytherins in the need to be manly. So the question is, what is this loony of a boy doing at seven in the morning playing flute?
This question became more and more confusing as I passed the doors of all the boys' dorms. The first through fourth year's dorms had no sound coming through the door, but the sound was particularly loud when I passed the sixth year dorm.
'So, we have a sixth year boy flute player. I knew Conner's true talent wasn't Quidditch,' I thought while also planning how to accidentally hit Conner with his flute.
I knocked loudly. "If you don't open the door, I will bloody well find a reason for you to do so," I warned, taking my wand out preparing to blast the door open.
I waited and listened, and I heard some shuffling and whispering going on between what appeared to be two sixth year boys.
"Open this damn door. Your horrible flute playing woke me up, and I demand that I punish someone," I yelled, past the point of irritation. Okay, so it wasn't really that big of a deal, but I hadn't been getting much sleep lately, and well, you do the Math.
As I raised my wand and was about to shatter the door into a million little pieces, the door was opened by none other than Ron Weasley.
"Ron?" I asked dumbfounded.
Ron gave me a sheepish grin and opened the door a little more to let me through. I walked in and found a familiar raven-haired boy slap-fighting a shiny silver flute floating in midair.
"Harry?" I asked, a little more confused than I wanted to be.
"Hey Hermione," Harry greeted through gritted teeth. "We've been trying to make this flute stop playing since six."
I rolled my eyes, confused no longer, and walked into the room towards the musical instrument in question. Then, with a swish of my wrist, the flute desisted, falling to the floor with a crack.
Ron rushed over to it faster than the need called for and picked it up. He sighed and turned back to me, his face contorted into a sort of weird grimace. "Thank you for stopping it Hermione," was all he said before leaving, his face changing from a grimace to a look of horror.
I looked after him, starting to get confused again, then turned to Harry. "Why did you need me to do that?" I asked. "You could've easily done that yourself."
"Well, I umm…forgot," Harry replied lamely, shuffling uncomfortably.
I surveyed him suspiciously. Harry was not inept in second year nonverbal spells.
"Then why was Ron all teary-eyed over it?" I asked.
"Well…the flute had been hitting him on the head for a while, and he was crying tears of joy," Harry said in a rush running out of the room and towards the portrait hole.
I sighed and let it go. Apparently, Ron had accidentally set the flute with a spell gone wrong, and Harry was just protecting him. Now, with my mood not up the bright morning cheerfulness, it would be much easier to deal with my potions partners.
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Draco's POV
This really wasn't working out.
And, I thought we would actually get through this unscathed since we were in the Potions Room where Snape could walk in at any moment.
But that didn't matter to my group.
Oh no.
As I picked the table in the middle of the room and set my materials down, a number of things happened.
First, Granger comes in with a temper that would most likely burn down the whole school and part of the Forbidden Forest. She came in grunting about how her daisies were ruined by some flute that punched her in the stomach and complained about her 'lack' of sleep.
Zabini, stupid prat, was actually being somewhat considerate of her temper because they had, over the course of the last week or so, come up with some sort of truce. And the worst part is, I wasn't in on it! You'd think after all the hell she'd put us through, he'd loathe her more as the detentions progressed. But no, his so called revenge plan involved getting on her good side. So, I waited patiently for a couple of days, and he still wouldn't tell me, so I think that there is no revenge plan. I think he went and asked Granger out or got her pregnant or…something.
Yeah, that's the solution!
If he wasn't cruel to her, than there must be something keeping him from being so. And Blaise did like children.
Yes, Granger was definitely pregnant.
After I made that conclusion, Weasel comes in crying about his silver pole, so I assumed that Granger hit his manly goods in her manly grumpiness. And I'm still trying to figure out why his pole is supposedly 'silver' as he put it. Well, he's poor, so maybe he didn't know any better and over looked better qualities such as platinum or gold.
Peasants.
Then there's Potter, who's trying to be the bloody mediator and only ended up with a bruised shin and a ripped robe, courtesy of his best friends. That left boy wonder all huffy towards me, and slightly scared of Granger, which was understandable after that kick of hers.
The fact that she's pregnant probably scared Potter as well. Snape once told me that women are more into their mood swings when they have a kid kicking at their stomach. That knowledge didn't help much with the situation though.
So yeah, this really wasn't working out, especially since we didn't have a solid base fore our potion. We were still in the phase of just mixing ingredients together to see what they would make, which got me more frustrated and angry with my group.
And if Granger wouldn't pass the rosemary that I'd asked her for three times in the last fifteen minutes, I would take this project into my own hands and make the whatever the hell we were making by myself.
I grabbed for the rosemary, roughly pushing past Granger's grouchy form.
She apparently thought that I was going to invade her territory, so she bit me hard on the elbow.
I winced and bit my lip, determined to not scream. Granger, scarred me.
Of course, she knew this and smiled to herself, taking the rosemary out of my mortally injured arm and putting it into the cauldron.
I put a random ingredient in the cauldron so she wouldn't have the last laugh and asked, "Just because someone twisted your wand doesn't mean the aggression should be taken out on me."
She turned a fiery gaze towards me.
"Malfoy, how I choose to let out my irritation-."
"Irritation!" I exclaimed incredulously.
She ignored this. "- or whatever emotion I'm feeling at the moment should be of no concern to you."
"It is when you bite my arm!" I exclaimed again, getting angrier.
"Actually, I would call it a light nibble," Wonder Boy corrected, his happy little bubble apparently blown back up.
"At least he wasn't dropped on the floor without a thought of whether it would hurt or not," Weasley muttered with a dark scowl on his face.
I was about to retort until I saw the look on Weasels face and the general direction he was staring at, which was Granger's. She didn't look too happy either. In fact, she looked downright sour and a little bit confused.
I definitely missed out on something.
"Does the reason Granger bit me have anything to do with you?" I asked Weasel as I turned to send a light glare his way.
"Light nibble," Potter chimed.
"Potter, it is not called a light nibble when it leaves this on my elbow," I said exasperated, pulling back my sleeve just to show him.
My point couldn't be made, however, because there was no mark. It was just a little red near the center, which didn't help my situation at all. I then turned my anger towards my elbow and slapped it before pulling my sleeve down.
"Well, at least he now knows that he's not mortally wounded Granger," Blaise commented with a bit of…of…amusement?
I stared at him completely knocked off my rocker. No…no, it wasn't me who was completely mental, it was them! All of them were against me, and they took Blaise down with them. He was going to die by the hand of two dogs and a wonder boy.
"What, Draco? It's not like I bit you," Blaise said almost sarcastically.
No, it was completely sarcastically!
He did get Granger pregnant!
"You did get Granger pregnant!" I yelled triumphantly, pointing at Blaise with a gleam in my eye knowing that that was probably the first logical thing uttered in that room today.
Everyone's reaction was different on finding out the truth. Weasley spit and sputtered into the potion we had been working on for the past hour. Potter slapped Weasley upside the head and then, just for good measure, slapped himself upside the head in order to make sure he heard my logic right. Granger's face went to being tomato red to rose red. She also started crying. It's probably because she knew her and Blaise had been caught. Blaise looked at Granger with wide eyes and put his head in his hands after giving me a good glare. He probably pretended he didn't know Granger was pregnant and was now upset he'd have to help her with the baby.
Yes, all their reactions proved they all knew Granger was pregnant.
And if they should've known I would've found out eventually. Stupid prats.
I smiled to myself and decided to continue on. "You all tried to hide it from me didn't you? Wait till everybody hears that their star Head Girl is pregnant with a pureblooded Slytherin's baby. I've got you all, and you didn't think I would!" I yelled gleefully, laughing quite hysterically at the irony of it all.
Blaise and Granger.
Who would've thought?
Apparently no one, because they all looked up from their previous reactions and stared at me disbelievingly.
"Where in the bloodiest of hells did you get this idea?" Blaise asked, still trying to accept the fact that I knew. Oh yes, I knew.
"The only reason you're nice to Granger is because she's likely to be three months pregnant. And the only reason she's being a moody bitch is because pregnant women are all moody bitches!"
At this, Potter stared at me incredulously while Weasley whistled low and shook his head.
"Oh, so now I'm three months pregnant," Granger said, shaking her head and drying her tears.
"I didn't get her pregnant!" Blaise exclaimed wildly, his hands flailing in the air.
Yeah, right, you damn bastard.
I laughed cruelly and got up from my chair, using my full height to tell them that I got them all under my well polished shoe.
"Oh yes you did. I'm surprised the whole truce thing was used as an excuse Zabini, because you usually come up with better ones," I said scathingly.
"Oh, so that's what this is about," I heard Potter whisper to Weasley. "We weren't too happy about it either, but we weren't as psycho as to think Hermione was pregnant with Zabini's baby."
"No, you weren't logical enough to figure that Granger was pregnant with Blaise's baby!" I yelled again.
Potter stared at me dumbfounded. Yeah that's right, I caught you whispering to your little friend, worm.
Blaise then decided it was his turn to speak again. "Draco, I'm pretty sure I'd know whether or not I did get Granger pregnant, considering I'm the one who has the ability to do so."
I shook my head at his weak explanation. "Your hormones got in the way."
"Draco, when your hormones got in the way, I'm pretty sure you knew whether or not you got the current whore of the moment pregnant!" Blaise yelled, probably infuriated by his hormones. "Granger and I do not have any relations other than a truce, which Granger's bodyguards over there sportingly picked up and you should to."
You're not my dad Blaise.
And since when did I have to sportingly pick up anything Granger did or said? And since when did all three of them pick up this whole idea….oh. It was so obvious. All three of them sportingly picked up Granger! Yes, that did explain why they were all fighting with each other.
"You three all tried to get Granger pregnant! That's how you all sportingly picked her up! So that's what the kids are calling it these days, 'sportingly'. I'm going to have to use that someday," I said, laughing at how stupid they were.
They all shook their heads at me, still not ready to except the truth of my genius.
I shook my head along with them.
Honestly, did they think to cover up a pregnancy? Did they even think about this at all before they went and knocked Granger up? No, they didn't. They were all against me. I have no clue how Granger being pregnant ties into everything, but I'm going to find out, and then all their planning would've been for nothing.
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Hermione's POV
"He's gone completely mental," Blaise said, staring horrified at a crazed Malfoy.
I had the same expression Blaise had on his face. It's not everyday you find out you're pregnant from some white-haired ferret.
"I knew your whole truce thing wouldn't have worked out," Ron muttered, scooting his chair backward to put more space between the group and himself.
I rolled my eyes and sighed in annoyance. In a matter of thirty or forty minutes, Malfoy went from slightly happier than usual to somewhat quiet to downright psychotic lunatic. Honestly, I'd think I'd know whether I'd let anyone get me pregnant.
I got up and started walking around the potions room looking for a draught that would take the psycho out of Malfoy. I checked in cabinets, behind Snape's desk, and on shelves for anything that would knock him out.
All the while, a heated argument still raged on.
"Draco, how did we all decide to get her pregnant. Just a few seconds ago, I was the one who gave her a kid. Why are you being so damn confusing?" yelled Blaise, distressed.
"What's so damn confusing is why you used a truce as an excuse to cover up a pregnancy. Have I taught you nothing?" yelled Malfoy back, equally distressed.
Ron, at this point, had his chair moved all the way back to the opposite wall and was watching the exchange with more amusement then necessary.
"Oh, is that why you're delusional. You think I neglected in telling you," Blaise said thoughtfully, his tone lighting up a little. He then made a move to try to get closer to Malfoy.
He recoiled with his hand out to keep the distance between them.
"Get back. I don't want to get pregnant too, Blaise. You should take it slowly, or else you'll have a million little Blaises running around yelling 'Daddy, Daddy'…"
I smiled a little at his comment. A million little Blaises would've been torture, but the part about Malfoy being afraid to be pregnant did say a lot about his gender. Hey, maybe there's a sleeping potion in this cabinet…
"Shut up Draco!" Blaise yelled, looking in my direction curiously before refocusing on his best friend. "And since when did you have the ability to get pregnant?"
"Yeah," Harry chimed in.
Oh, here we go.
Maybe I should put a light protective shield around me before a centaur chases someone around again. Hey look, figs. These might come in handy. I then looked over at the cauldron to see if the color allowed me to put my ingredient in.
It was the weirdest shade of light and delicate pink, with a little bit of yellow here and there.
Okay, maybe the fig wouldn't work out too well.
"What do you mean yeah, Potter?" Malfoy asked, his voice deadly quiet as he looked at Harry.
Harry, knowing that this was his most dangerous voice, tried to push his buttons at an even faster pace.
"Malfoy, you can't say you're gender confused now that you know you can get pregnant," Harry said, his smirk taking up the whole bottom half of his face.
Since when did we go from my apparent pregnancy to his?
I shook my head and checked in the last cabinet left. I looked at all of the ingredients and decided that they were too stale to put in the cauldron except for…
Ooo, lacewing flies…no, it would clash with the basil Malfoy randomly added.
So I guess that's it. I've checked everywhere except for Snape's secret stash, but he recently put security in his store, so that wasn't an option. I guess I'm just going to have to stick with the potion I already have.
Yeah, I should. But should I test it on something first?
I closed the cabinet and was about to go get a sample of our potion. When I turned around, Blaise was still curiously staring at me, but so was Ron. I made the 'shh' sign with my finger and quietly made my way towards the potion. Blaise, being the sneaky devil that he is, caught on to my idea and moved a little closer to Draco.
"Hey, Harry, no wonder he got mad when you called him fat," Ron said, a confused look still on his face.
"I never was gender confused, and I am not fat!" Malfoy said indignantly, stomping his foot on the ground for good measure.
The next thing he did was unexpected. Right when I put a little bit of our potion in a vial glass, Malfoy lunged at Blaise. They both fell over the desk behind them and hit the ground hard, Blaise being the one on his back
'Well, there goes my plan,' I thought as I watched Malfoy slap Blaise and…
Oh my gosh, Malfoy slapped Blaise.
"What was that for?" Blaise asked, slapping him back. He tried getting Malfoy off of him, but that came to no avail because Malfoy had him pinned between his knees.
Malfoy then slapped him back and was now in hysterics. "You did everything. You got us in trouble, made Wonder Boy and pet accept you, made Granger have a kid, and now you're calling me a girl!"
Blaise finally looked at him with fear in his eyes. "One of you get Madame Pomfrey. He's suffering from…from… I don't know what the hell he's suffering from but just go get help!"
Harry was about to go and get help until Ron got up and said, "Harry, you might want to mediate like you always do."
Harry nodded but gave him a curious look as he ran out of the room. I have to admit, I was rather curious myself, because Ron usually enjoys seeing a good fight, especially a fight between Malfoy and Blaise.
I looked away from the space Ron previously occupied and turned my attention towards Blaise, whose cheeks were both raw, and Malfoy.
"Tell Granger you're sorry for getting her pregnant," Malfoy said authoritatively before slapping him again.
Blaise tried struggling himself out again, but the result still had him between Malfoy's knees. He finally gave up, his energy spent, and instead tried to fight Malfoy off with words.
I shook my head and thought, 'Yeah, like that would help'.
"Draco, where do you honestly come up with these ideas? Does Granger look pregnant right now?" Blaise asked, desperate for a way out from Malfoy's clutches.
"Yes," was his automatic reply.
I took offense to this. My mouth dropped open into an infuriated 'O' and I grabbed the vial in anger and started heading towards him. I am not fat; he at least weighed thirty pounds more than I did, and this vial was going to find a nice home up his fat arse.
Once I got to the point where I was right in front of his face, I took out my want and yelled, "Immobulus!"
My satisfying reward was Malfoy stopping in mid-slap with his mouth open from yelling at Blaise.
I smiled down at him and uttered another spell, directing it at a nice spot in his hair. My smile got wider as strand after strand of white blonde hair made its way towards Blaise's face, disgusting him beyond belief.
Frankly, I don't even know why he was disgusted, because I just gave Malfoy a bald spot.
He didn't know this, given his position on the floor and started sputtering and taking the strands off with his hands, throwing them in no particular direction. When he was done, he looked up at me with a light glare.
"You know Granger, I'm proud that you have him immobilized and everything, since he was about to kill me and all, but you could've at least gotten him off me," he said sarcastically his expression changing from light anger to exasperation.
"Sorry, but I tried to catch him in a position where he had his mouth open," I said, all the while tilting Malfoy's head back so our potion would go down quicker.
Harry watched me and figured what I was doing before warning me.
"Hermione, as much as I want to see the effects of this potion, do you think we should be testing it on him. He could die," he said in a cool voice, devoid of any compassion even though his words suggested otherwise.
"Harry, I'm sure the ferret appreciates your warning, but the color of the potion is enough to tell me that he won't die. He could get sick though, and we wouldn't want that," I said sarcastically, giving a quick explanation before tipping the vial so three drops of the liquid dripped down into Malfoy's stiff mouth.
I watched and waited.
Within a few seconds, Malfoy's skin started crawling and his nose started to grow longer. Even with my spell on him, Malfoy began to shake uncontrollably, his knees loosening their grip on Blaise.
"Finally," Blaise sighed, pushing Malfoy off leaving him in an awkward position on the floor. He dusted himself off and ran a quick hand through his hair before he turned his attention back to Malfoy.
"Umm, Granger, I think Malfoy got a couple of inches shorter."
"And skinnier," Harry added, coming to stand next to me.
I rolled my eyes and said, "Harry, as funny as you making him think he has a weight problem is and everything, this is not the time to…hey, he did get skinnier and…Professor McGonagall!"
My comment appeared to be the thought process of both of the boys in this room, because Professor McGonagall's head was on what still was Malfoy's body. It was the most disturbing thing to see, or even imagine.
Blaise walked around Malfoy's body and said in utter amazement, "Professor McGonagall has a male anatomy,"
There was an awkward silence, almost haunting until Harry bust out laughing. It was the most childish thing. He pointed at Malfoy and flicked him in the nose, no doubt in his mind that Malfoy would get him back. He then kicked Malfoy in the shin and doubled over laughing.
I sighed and shook my head, two things I've been doing a lot of lately, and said, "Harry, I'm going to mobilize him again, so you might want to get a safe distance away."
Harry started stumbling backward, nodding his head and laughing even harder.
I rolled my eyes, another thing I've been doing lately, and turned my weary gaze back towards Malfoy. What I saw horrified me beyond reason. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen in my life, and I couldn't make it go away.
My eyes…I think I'm going to cry.
Blaise, watching my reaction, mobilized him for me. I ran and hid behind Harry just so I could keep my life. Even though he couldn't move a few moments ago, he saw, tasted, and felt everything that we did to him. So right now, I'm guessing he's not a happy camper.
And rightly so, because the first thing Malfoy did was lunge at Blaise, screaming and grunting like a caveman. He put Blaise back in his old position, and he was more than happy to start slapping him again while Blaise was squirming for dear life.
But Blaise wasn't squirming for dear life, he was asking for his life to end.
He was laughing at a psychotic Malfoy.
"You look like Granger," Blaise said between snorts and fits of laughter. "Haha, Granger is trying to beat me up, hahahahahaha!"
And technically, I was trying to beat him up. Malfoy's face took on my facial features, therefore he looked exactly like me, minus the umm…girl parts required. Hell, he even had the same look of anger that I usually have when I'm feeling out of it. And the beauty of it was, Malfoy had no clue what had happened to him.
"What are you talking about? Are you imagining Granger on top of you all the time now that little Jimmy is due in two months?" He asked before slapping Blaise again.
We named our non- existent baby Jimmy?
"For Merlin's sake Draco, feel your fa…"
Blaise was currently cut off because Malfoy's face changed into that of Ginny Weasley's. It was completely terrifying for him. I mean, think about it. He's gotten beat up by McGonagall, Ginny, and me all in one Potions Project Meeting. I bet he was feeling particularly fuzzy towards a certain Head of House.
And of course, Blaise was sending a horrified expression towards Malfoy, so that made Malfoy touch all over his face. He touched his nose, his mouth, his ears, and finally his hair.
"Sweet Merlin, I'm a bloody Weasley!" he yelled, fingering the strands of long fiery red hair. He then looked towards me. "You," he roared, pointing at me. He then picked up the closest weapon, which was a knife, and moved slowly towards me. "You made me look like a Weasley. You wanted to ruin the Malfoy line. You…"
"What is going on here? And Malfoy, put that knife down," commanded an all too familiar Irish lilt.
I moved from behind Harry, who still had an amused expression on his face, and towards Madame Pomfrey…no wait wrong Madame Pomfrey…Sweet Merlin there are two Madame Pomfreys!
"Mr. Malfoy, I don't appreciate you mocking me and…do you have a bald spot my lad?"
Malfoy's hands went directly to his hair, which was now the color of salt, just like Madame Pomfrey's.
"No matter,' she said, grabbing his hand and leading him away to the hospital wing, not bothering to ask us for an explanation. "We're going to have a fun time figuring out what you did to yourself. And then, you're going to explain everything to Dumble…don't you dare try to run from me boy!"
A distinct whine was heard from a good distance away before the pair completely disappeared from the dungeons.
I sighed in relief, glad that I wasn't about to get into trouble over what I had done. And if they finally decide to ask, Harry and I will just blame it on Blaise. He'll understand.
I got up and started to pack my potions kit and completely ignoring the curious look Harry was giving me.
He huffed, knowing I was ignoring him, before he started to pack up his things. Blaise did the same, and we were all in an aftermath awkward silence.
It was Harry who broke that awkward silence, letting his curiosity get the better of him.
"Hermione, you know the reason Malfoy went nuts is because you and Zabini didn't include him in your truce, and frankly, I want to know about just as much as he does," he said sternly, sitting down in a chair expectantly.
I cleared our cauldron and sat down too, completely unaware of Blaise's frantic look.
"Harry, I had to patrol when Blaise had the detention we gave him for…"
"Making it look like we tried to kill you," Blaise interjected.
I looked at Blaise before continuing, deciding to lie about how we came across a truce. "Right, and, as usual, we got in a fight, and then we decided it was all Snape's fault that we were fighting, so we made a truce. I'm free of revenge plans and he's free of detention, once he's done rebuilding Hagrid's house"
I bit my lower lip and watched for Harry's reaction.
He smirked. "You're lying."
"How?" I asked a little to loudly.
"You bite you're lower lip when you're nervous Hermione. Good Merlin, I've been your friend for seven years."
I stared at Harry in amazement. I never knew he noticed things like that.
But, Harry's analysis prompted me to give him a better explanation. There's no escaping this time. Blaise knew it too, because he sat down resignedly and waited for me to give a better explanation.
"Harry," I started. "We, like I said, both agreed it was Snape's fault for all our trouble, and Blaise convinced me that we shoul umm… pull a prank or to on him."
Harry gaped. "Hermione, that is so unlike you."
"Yes, I know. But it's technically a revenge plan without gain. We just want to see him suffer, if you will, for the fun of it. We're still going to be partners, and we're still going to have to finish this project."
Harry smirked. "I want in."
I got up and put my bag over my shoulder while the other two followed suit.
Before I could say anything, Blaise said, "See, Potter, we knew you would say that, and I knew Granger here wouldn't have a good time lying to you which is why we tried to keep it a secret."
"Were you planning on not including me?" Harry asked, a bit of annoyance in his voice.
I turned to look at him more directly. "Harry, if we told you, nothing would've stopped you from telling Ron. And Malfoy, being the smart bastard that he is, would've figured that we were keeping something from him."
"A good example, Potter," Blaise interrupted, "would be today. Granger and I had a truce, he figured something was going on, accused me, you, and wonder dog of getting Granger pregnant with a kid named Jimmy, and turned into three different girls that hit me in succession." He paused. "Wow, it sounds so ludicrous just saying it."
Harry's annoyance left his face. "Does that mean that we have to leave him out anyways, now that I know?"
I linked arms with him and walked out of the room as I thought.
"Well, he probably wouldn't want in if he's still in the mind frame of me being pregnant, but no, if he's sane, we're going to have to let him in," I said, running a hand through my hair.
Blaise, walking on the other side of me smiling at the irony. "Yeah, so this project really is bringing us together…against Snape."
I nodded at his comment while Harry looked thoughtful. "Except for Malfoy, now that he technically does have the ability to get pregnant."
I slapped Harry on the arm playfully as we finally reached the first floor of the castle. "He still had his body Harry."
"Yeah, but anyone looking wouldn't have guessed because they'd be looking at hot little Ginny. I would've laughed if her boyfriend went up and tried to kiss Malfoy."
Blaise snorted at this and asked, "Hey Granger, did you clean out our cauldron."
I thought. "Yeah, when we were cleaning. I still have two vials of the whatever we made though." I paused. "Yeah, so what did we make?"
"We're going to have to wait on Madame Pomfrey's report on that. I'm still wondering why he switched into all three girls," Harry said, scratching his head as we made it to the second floor.
I was about to give him my thoughts until I heard something… familiar.
I turned my head to the right so I could here a little better.
Off key, missed notes, and a really bad lyrical composition. High, but airy sound. Yep, it was the flute…the flute that started my day. The nasty little thing got in a bad mood this morning, and now it was going to die.
"Do you hear that, Harry?" I asked, in a trance as I started walking in long strides.
Harry started walking after me nervously. "Umm, Hermione, I think it's coming from the other direction."
I turned left down a corridor and growled, "Harry don't lie to me."
I then tried unlinked arms with Harry so I could walk faster, but he wouldn't let me. "Hermione, I seriously think the sound is coming from the other direction."
"And I think you're hearing is horrible Potter," Blaise said, running to keep up with me.
I saw Harry take out his wand, and I accio-d it right to me. I turned and glared at him for a moment, the fire in my eyes no doubt growing hotter.
"Harry," I asked with my analytical tone, "What are you hiding?"
Harry started shuffling his feet and sighed, "Nothing."
I smiled in triumph and went two more doors down before I stopped in front of a door leading into a broom closet. I paused, confused.
What is a flute doing in a broom closet?
Maybe it got charmed by somebody else.
There was only one way to find out though, so I opened the door and was staring right at the face of…
"Ron?"
"Hey Weasel, I didn't know you played flute," Blaise said in a mocking tone.
Ron looked around nervously, gripping his flute, until he narrowed his eyes at Harry. "You told them."
Harry crossed his arms. "I did no such thing."
"He's telling the truth Ron, I was the one who was curious. And what are you doing playing flute anyway?"
Ron huffed, "I like it okay. I like playing flute."
Well, at least that answers the question of why Ron was crying this morning. Music players don't generally like it when their instrument breaks.
I turned my curious gaze towards Harry. "And how did you find out?"
"Same way you did," was his reply.
I sighed for the millionth time that day and hit Blaise on the arm for laughing.
"What?" he asked, rubbing his arm.
I ran two hands through my hair this time and paced back and forth a couple of time before answering.
"Okay, you, Blaise, have a man purse, Malfoy has body issues, and Ron plays flute. And what do you do Harry, ballet?"
Harry looked scandalized. "No Hermione, I'm a drag queen…whoa, whoa there Hermione, just kidding."
I stopped pacing and flailed my arms in the air. "You guys are all more girly than I am."
"Okay, Granger, if it makes you feel better, it's not a man purse, it's just a bag that is essential to me in my everyday life," Blaise amended, looking a little embarrassed.
"I mean honestly," I continued, not noticing a dark figure a couple of feet away, "what am I supposed to do with you three? Throw a slumber party so we can do each others hair and talk about boys?"
"I suggest you don't, Miss Granger, if you want to keep that Head Girl position," said a drawling, baritone cynical voice.
"Professor Snape," Harry greeted nervously.
The professor ignored him, looked inside the broom closet and smiled cruelly.
"Weasley, were you playing flute in this broom closet?" he asked, his smile getting wider at Ron's reaction.
Ron hid his flute behind his back. "No sir."
Snape raised a questioning eyebrow towards Ron. "I suggest you get your flute playing self out of that closet before I deduct more than five points from your house."
Harry and I inwardly groaned at this.
"Yes sir," Ron replied, trying to shield his flute further from Snape's menacing gaze.
"Good," Snape said before turning on his heels and moving on his merry little way.
Harry waited before he turned the corner before he muttered, "Loathsome git."
"I wish I could've smacked him with my flute," Ron said darkly, bringing his flute out from hiding.
I looked at him weirdly before a conversation we had in the potions room popped up.
"Ron," I said smirking. "We might not get to smack him with your flute.."
"His name is Geraldo."
My smirk turned into a frown. "We might not get to smack him with Geraldo-."
"Much better."
"But we might be able to get revenge."
Ron's eyes brightened. "How?"
I walked into the broom closet and motioned for the other two boys to follow suit.
Ron stared at Blaise. "He's in on this too?"
I nodded. "It's why we formed the truce."
Ron stared at Blaise skeptically. "How are we going to do this?"
I smirked. "Well…"
I cast a silencing charm on the door while I explained to Ron and Harry the plan that would make Snape regret putting us in a group together.
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A/N: Yeah, so I know it's been a while, but that's how long my writer's block, computer problems and school kept me from writing. The battle scene in ATLT is still in the works. I'm sorry, but I wrote at least three drafts for the story, and none of them came out right. In the meantime, read my new story. R&R.