LookitDom: Ah, I must apologise again. (bows) I think this story is going by a little slowly, as this chapter is also mainly about the students trip to Hogsmeade. Gomen! (hehe) This chapter's a little longer than what I usually write, but oh well!

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Harry and Hermione trudged into Hogsmeade. Harry was now in a bit of a foul mood after Ron's explosion and Hermione was having an inner battle about whether she should comfort the dark haired boy or not. The comforting side won.

"Harry everything will be ok with Ron," she said in a matter-of-fact sort of way she usually uses.

Harry didn't appreciate the tone she used and just growled. Although deep down he did appreciate the fact she was only trying to help, deep, deep down.

Hermione sighed and cast a worried glance over at Harry, that is, before her attention caught a very new looking shop just ahead of them.

"Oh Harry! It's that shop I was telling you about!" she squealed while taking hold of one of Harry's arms and pulled him after her. Harry was caught off guard by the sudden mood swing in Hermione, after realising that it was useless to pull away from the freakishly strong girl he looked ahead and saw the strange shop they were heading towards.

The reddened wood of the sign swung lazily over the door of the shop, hanging from blackened coloured chains that connected to more reddened wood that seemed to frame the shop that stood between the others. The door was black wood, much like the same colour as the chains that hung the sign. The entire shop on the outside was painted black except for the red wood that framed the windows and door. Harry saw jewellery and gems glisten in the sun's rays through the window, which sparked a more mystical atmosphere.

Harry shuddered; the shop seemed eerily calm and quiet for some reason, but Harry shrugged the feeling off. He missed the shop's name as Hermione had already pulled him through the door. The inside of the shop looked very different from the outside, instead of expecting the black and red theme to continue, Harry and Hermione were greeted with silver and deep purple silk linings dressing the walls. Glass counters filled with different jewellery were lined against the walls and one glass cabinet stood proudly in the centre of the room that reached to teach the ceiling of the shop, also filled with beautiful jewellery that seemed to stand out the most. On the opposite wall across from the door where Harry and Hermione entered stood a dark wooden counter that was draped over with deep purple silk and a cashier, which no one seemed to be attending to. Behind the counter was a doorway that had a silk silver curtain draped to conceal the doorway.

Both Harry and Hermione were so busy taking in their surroundings that they didn't even notice two other people in the shop.

"Oh dear! Someone seems to have forgotten to take the garbage out!" a shrill voice rang throughout the shop, catching the Gryffindors attention.

Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson stood near a glass counter leering at the two who had just entered. Pansy seemed a little more peeved at the two than Blaise did, since he never wanted to come into the shop in the first place, but Pansy was almost heartbroken that her private wander around the shop was ruined, and by Gryffindors none-the-less.

"If you're looking for that red haired twit he ran off down towards Zonko's," Pansy sniffed, Harry guessed it was her that made the remark earlier, since Zabini seemed almost grateful the two walked in.

Hermione shot Harry a worried glance, but Harry didn't seem to be bothered by Pansy's remarks. Hermione wasn't sure if she wanted to be proud of him for not caring about Pansy or worried because he didn't care about where Ron had gone off to.

Harry glared at the two, thinking that the idea of saying something about Parkinson's pug face, but decided against it, if he wanted no enemies, why continue with these two? Instead Harry sighed and wandered over to a glass counter, looking at all of the jewellery held captive inside.

Pansy and Blaise gawked as Harry ignored them both and went to gaze at the jewellery. Blaise was very surprised that Potter would pass up the chance to bad mouth them, but then again, with only the mudblood and not the Weasel to back him up, maybe he was scared? No, Blaise shook his head, if there's anything Potter is right now, scared isn't one of them. He grinned as he realised what was wrong.

"What is it Potter? Scared because the Weasel isn't here to help you?" Pansy spat, voicing Blaise's earlier thoughts, which scared him.

The darker Slytherin rested his hand on Pansy's shoulder to gain her attention. "I don't think it's wise to kick a Lion while it's down, especially when they've already argued with a Weasel," Zabini grinned.

Pansy looked at Blaise as if he had lost his mind for stopping her, but what he said sunk in and she smirked at the only two of the Golden Trio.

Harry winced at Blaise's comment; he turned and glared at the two. Hermione looked between the three with her look of worry still plastered across her face, unsure of what to do, if Ron was here he probably would have already shot comments back at the two Slytherins without a second thought.

Pansy caught Harry's glare and huffed. "Well, since our time here is already ruined, let's go Blaise! I need to find a present for Draco quickly. If this store sells to Gryffindorks then it can't be good enough for my Draco!" Pansy ordered and led Blaise towards the door, barging past Hermione.

Blaise looked Harry over once last time before leaving the shop, he seemed… different somehow, Blaise couldn't quite put his finger on it. He tried to shrug the feeling off, but it was annoying him how Potter wouldn't retaliate like he usually does, even without the Weasel.

Hermione glared at Pansy as she pushed past, but the thought was soon forgotten as she hurried over to Harry's side. "Harry, are you ok?" she asked carefully.

Harry just sighed; brushing off the look Blaise gave him and tried to smile at Hermione. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said then looked back at the jewellery. "Wow, this place was worth coming to!"

Hermione looked at the jewellery and smiled brightly. "It really is! Everything is just so beautiful!"

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Down the street of Hogsmeade, a quaint little joke shop named Zonko's lives. Down in this quaint little joke shop named Zonko's, a mad maniacal red head plots his revenge on a certain blonde Slytherin…

Outside the shop, witches and wizards look on in horror as they hear evil cackles erupting from the joke shop.

"What on earth is that?"

"Probably someone just playing a joke, it is a joke shop after all."

"Sounds more like a second Dark Lord to me!"

"It scares me!"

"Mummy! The red haired freckled boy is scary!"

"Hush darling, don't make eye contact. Come on now…"

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Draco twitched as he watched Crabbe and Goyle finish up their meals. How on earth did they do that? Merlin knows. All Draco wanted to do now was escape this hell hole and just find Zabini and Parkinson!

The young blonde growled every time a student from Hogwarts walked into the Three Broomsticks, it meant time was ticking by and the more students that came, the harder it would be to find the other two Slytherins.

Crabbe and Goyle shared a glance and got up from their seats. "Let's go then Draco!" Crabbe said and led the way to the door of the pub. Draco was just thankful his torment was over and done with, for now that is.

The three walked out into the rays of light, Draco covered his eyes slightly, being stuck in a dim dank pub with two pigs then walking out into the strong sunlight was too much of a scene change for him, although he was still thankful to be out of that pig sty. The Slytherin prince sighed as he walked down the street, his eyes scanning the shops for signs of his fellow Slytherins, but instead his eyes caught sight of, who else, Potter and Granger walking into a new looking shop.

"I wonder where the Weasel ran off to, and without his hero to accompany him?" Draco drawled to his cronies, who seemed to be distracted, as they were also scanning the street and shops of signs to distract the blonde teen from looking for his comrades.

Draco caught his words being ignored and growled at the two. But still being blatantly ignored he scowled and walked off towards the newly developed shop.

"I could use another run in with Potter! Always a delight to see him! And now it will be even more fun without his red haired twit to back him up!" Draco sarcastically sneered.

His speedy walk, however, was cut short as the two muscle bound Slytherins grabbed him by the arms and dragged him in the opposite direction.

"Draco! Look! A sweet shop!" Goyle cheered happily as him and Crabbe dragged a very pissed off Draco into a sweet shop, which would soon turn into a pile of rubble if Draco had anything to say about it.

Just as soon as the three left the street, another two Slytherins walked back into the busy street, one was a very annoyed girl and the other a very confused and slightly dazed boy by the names of Pansy and Blaise.

"C'mon Blaise, we need to hurry," Pansy pulled Blaise along.

"How DARE you two drag ME! Me! Just so you both can drool over something which you probably couldn't even afford to get! Do that again and I'll have your heads!" someone screamed over on the other side of the street.

Blaise snapped out of his daze about Harry's suspicious behaviour long enough to ask, "What was that? Did you hear that Pansy? Was that Draco?"

"What? No, just your imagination, let's go already!"

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"Oh, Harry! Come look at this!" Hermione said softly, her eyes caught up on yet another piece of gorgeous jewellery. This time it was a golden chain necklace with a sun shaped piece of amber as the pendant, the amber had a moon shaped Hematite stone embedded into it which gave off a silvery glow.

"Wow…" Harry gasped as he looked over the necklace, his eyes wandered over the other jewellery that lay beside it. All in different mythical shapes that seemed to glow in their own unusual way.

"Oh this shop is wonderful!" Hermione squealed and continued to wander around the shop. Harry however, chose to carefully examine each and every piece of jewellery, admiring the craftsmanship that has gone into it all.

"Why thank you miss," a light voice said, sounding rather pleased.

The two teens looked up to see a slim figure standing in the doorway behind the counter, he moved the silk curtain out of his way and stood behind the counter smiling at the two of them behind his glasses. The wizard wore long pale purple robes that seemed to cling to his figure. He leaned on his elbows on the counter and smiled again at the two.

"Do you two need any help?" he asked.

Harry shook his head and responded for them both since Hermione seemed to be distracted by the jewellery once again. "No we're fine."

"Ok, I'm right here if you both need me," he said and walked back through the curtains from whence he came.

Harry blinked as the man disappeared once again, but mentally shrugged and tried to shake his strange feeling off.

"Harry! Harry! Come look at this!" Hermione called Harry out of his thoughts and beckoned him over to the middle of the room where the glass cabinet stood proudly.

Harry walked over to stand next to Hermione and gasped at the sight before him. The glass cabinet held the most precious of jewellery in the entire shop.

But what Harry thought was the most stunning piece in the entire shop was one certain necklace. A necklace with a snake charm to it.

The delicate silver chain hung limply on the stand, and dangling from the precious chain was an even more precious emerald snake charm. The snake's eyes were embedded with white cream stones that seemed to shine in the shop's light.

"Amazing…" Harry said in barely a whisper no one could hear.

"It is isn't it?" well, no one could hear except for the strange shop keeper that is.

Harry jumped at the presence behind him; he looked up at the tall man who just smiled down at him.

"Although being a Gryffindor I imagine you would be more interested in the Gryffindor necklace, but sadly, I sold that one years ago, along with the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw necklaces, so all I have left of that collection is the Slytherin one. I was quite disappointed when the first customer came in and bought the Gryffindor one and not the others, I was hoping all four could stay together for a very long time," the shop keeper sighed at the memory.

"So this really is a Slytherin necklace?" Hermione asked, intrigued that she hadn't come across any other themed Hogwarts things except Gryffindor sword which was proudly kept in Dumbledore's office.

The shopkeeper smiled at the young girl. "Yes it is, I was quite proud when I made it," he said, his pride showing through clearly as he spoke. "The Slytherin necklace is probably the best of the four, for some reason I had a lot of fun making the snake, maybe because it was such a challenge to design its scales and such and trying not to make look bland. I'm very proud of the colour emerald I chose as well; I love its deep green colour," the shop keeper bent down to take a closer look at his work.

"You mean you made it?" Hermione gasped and turned to take a look at the necklace. "It's beautiful! Oh I wish I could have seen the other three! Especially the lion!"

The shop keeper chuckled at Hermione and stood up straight once again. "Yes, I make all of the jewellery sold here," the man pondered for a moment. "Hmm…Maybe I should recreate the famous four, yes having only one of each was nice and made them seem valuable, but they were just so much fun to make…" the tall man lost himself in rantings and day dreaming of his necklaces. Harry drowned him out while Hermione listened on and tried to push him in the direction of creating new necklaces so she could see their beauty much like the Slytherin necklace.

Harry gazed at the necklace, it's perfectly crafted chain, the fragile snake, and its cream white crystal eyes…what did that colour remind him of?

"…I just hope this necklace finds a good home like the other three," the man finished smiling. "But that necklace is worth a lot and it might be some time before someone with money walks in," he sighed.

"I'll take it."

"What! Harry! Didn't you hear him! He said it's worth a lot!" Hermione looked at Harry as if he had just lot his mind.

"I have the money, Dumbledore gave me some a few weeks ago for this trip," Harry said still gazing at the necklace while thinking, 'A little bit more than I needed, but I'm glad since I can now get this necklace.'

"And pray tell, what would a Gryffindor want a Slytherin necklace for?" the shop keeper asked with a twinkle in his eye much like Dumbledore's.

Harry grinned and kept his eyes on the necklace, he realised a few seconds ago just what the cream white colour reminded him of.

"It's going to be someone's birthday present."

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LookitDom: AH HA! I finally reached the part where it gets interesting! Well, depends on what you lot think is interesting XD but anyway, I got to the main point of the story now. A cookie to anyone who guesses who the necklace is for XD