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A/n: Finally! This chapter was a bitch-a-rooni-dooni to write. R&R though. I'll try to update sooner.
Pansy slowly made her way into the compartment. Of course she would, she was holding a book the size of a midget.
Pansy sat down into a compartment with Crabbe and Goyle who happily grunting about something trivial like the two stupid hairless apes they were. She rolled her eyes and opened up the book called "The Who's Who, Which Witch and What's What In The Wizarding World" She turned to the Index.
Page 8 ……………………… Introduction
Page 15……………………… History of Magic
Page 55 ……………………… Famous people of the Wizarding World
Page 105 ……………………… Places in the Wizarding World
Page 158 ……………………… Creatures in the Wizarding World
Page 359………………………Plants in the Wizarding World
Page 480……………………… Items and Devices
Page 540……………………… Food in the Wizarding world
Page 616………………………Muggle Relations
Page 760………………………Quidditch throughout the ages
Page 893………………………Wizarding Schools
- Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
- Beauxbatons
- Drumstrang school Of Wizardry
Page 1002……………………… Thanks and Praises
Page 1006 ……………………… Letter from the authors
Pansy began to flip to "Creatures in the Wizarding World". According to them, it was divided into five categories depending on how dangerous they are, five being the most dangerous. When she turned to category five, she immediately saw what she had been looking for and tore out the page.
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"Bloody hell, what's that?" asked Ron unwrapping a chocolate frog.
"It's a diary," answered Hermione dreamily. She looked at it more closely and saw golden imprints at the spine of the book.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. "Malfoy," they muttered.
As Ron was about to swallow a bit of his chocolate frog before someone came to the door.
"Yo,"
Harry and Hermione looked up and Ron began to choke.
"NEVILLE?" said Harry in disbelief.
Neville was wearing yellow and green baggy clothes with a du-rag.
"Sup ya'll,"
Ron was turning red.
"W-what are you wearing?" asked Harry.
"Ma new gears hot rite?"
"First of all why are you dressed like that?" asked Hermione chuckling.
"See there's new girl rite, and she is finnneee!" explained Neville "I'm talkin onion bootay!"
"So you're dressed like… that?" said Hermione.
"Yea see, she's Get-toe to da fifth power son!"
Ron was turning a deep crimson.
"Do we know her?" asked Hermione.
"Naw, shortay"
"Is there a reason for the colors?" asked Harry.
He was turning purple.
"Oh yeah, green fo da monay and yellow fo da honays,"
Hermione mouthed the word 'wow'.
"Yo, ya need to check ya boy," warned Neville.
"RONALD!"
Hermione did the Heimlich maneuver on Ron who seemed to be clutching his throat for dear life. Finally he got it out, and the chocolate frog spattered unto the window. It shook its headless body up and waved his ass at him to say "Haha Biotch!"
"Finally!" shouted Ron raspily "I could of died!"
"Sorry," apologized Harry.
"Yo, you okay?" Nevile asked.
Ron just glared at him.
"Right, so how ya'll likes da new me?"
"It almost got me killed!"
"It's unique," lied Harry.
"Yeah, it's unique," agreed Hermione "But I'm sure, Neville, that she would like you for the old you,"
"Coo, remember the names LB from da West side!" said Neville pounding his chest with his fist and making a 'W' with his fingers.
"I gots ta go, I holla at chu lata," LB said "My ass gotta use da shitcan,"
"Yeah, sure,"
"Peace,"
Once Neville left the compartment, everyone sent each other looks. Almost immediately, everyone started to laugh.
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He had always thought Hogwarts could not get any more boring. Draco was absolutely wrong. It was only a few hours since everyone left and he was bored out of his wits. He could be doing all kinds of wild shit; I mean he had the castle to himself. But how can you have fun when there was absolutely no one worth having fun with? Causing mischief when there was no one to wreck havoc with, or even laugh at the mayhem you caused? No, he did not do that by himself. That seemed something Dumbledore would do. And he was not a crack-head wack-a-doo bent on destroying his life. So he did the thing he did when he was bored. He flew.
He stepped out into the crisp winter air. No annoying Hufflepuffs throwing snow balls at each other, no Slytherins throwing snowballs at the Hufflepuffs, no Gryffindors telling the Slytherins to stop, no Ravenclaws shaking there heads and laughing. But most importantly, no clingy as static, and dumb as drool monkeys Pansy. He was finally free from her grip of steel.
Draco mounted his broom and flew wherever the wind took him.
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"Ronald! Ginny!" shouted Mrs. Weasly. When she caught sight of them she gave them a hug so tight, she might have given them asthma.
"Mr. Potter, Miss Granger," greeted Mr. Weasly "We're expecting you to spend the holidays,"
"Wouldn't miss it," said Harry with a smile.
"And you Miss Granger?"
"Of course," Hermione replied, "Oh there are my parents, I'll talk to you later," she said walking away, "Owl me!"
"Mum, Dad!" Hermione said hugging her parents.
"Heya 'Mione," welcomed her dad with a hug. She had always been a 'daddy's lil angel'.
"Hey Hun," said her mom hugging her too, "Guess what?"
"Chicken butt?"
Her mother chuckled, "No, the whole family is coming for Christmas dinner."
"Nice… what's the occasion?"
Hermione's mother smiled. "Nothing that can't wait," she replied, "Would you like to invite anyone?"
Hermione smiled. She knew exactly who.
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"Pansy, dear, how are you?" said Pansy's mother cutting into her food.
"Nothing really, me and Draco are getting serious," Pansy lied.
"Superb, the great pureblood line will continue," said her father smugly tipping his wineglass towards his wife.
"Yeah, I don't feel like eating, may be excused?"
"Of course," said her mother.
Pansy walked down the candlelit hallways of the Parkinson Mansion. She turned to a great and went into her room. It was lavishly decorated, with the finest silks and fabrics. One would think her room would maybe be the Slytherin colors, maybe even black. No, it was shocking, intense hot pink.
She quickly took off her robe and when to the window. She took out the note and read it again:
Lady Grim, or Maiden of the Macabre lives in the darkest depths of the Forbidden Forest. She takes the form of whatever creature you may be. Example: If you are a centaur, she will take form of a centaur, if you are human, she will be human and so forth. No one knows her true form. Rated category five because she is known to lure unsuspecting men, along with women with her song. Legend tells us that she can grant you the wildest dreams, if you pay the right price. Before she died, she was known as Duchess of Arlington, one of the most beautiful women in the world since Helen of Troy. She was very vain, and died because of a broken heart. The man she loved had chosen a lowly peasant girl instead of her. So, after she died she made a deal with the devil (see page 208) to live after death so she could haunt the one who betrayed her. Unfortunately for her, her spirit was cast into the forbidden forest, were it dwells for all eternity, until her soul is put to rest, granting all who seek her, wishes.
Pansy smiled wickedly, Granger was going to pay.
A/n: You asked for a reoccurence, ya got it :D R&R Enjoy