Chapter 9: Green Haired Day

Chapter 9: Bad Hair Day

Draco's alarm went off at 5:30am the next morning. Turning it off, he rolled over, trying to get back to sleep. Why did he want to get up this early anyway? He never usually woke up this early and it was an absurd idea to ever wake up at this time anyway.

Just as he started to close his eyes, he suddenly remembered why he wanted to wake up early and scrambled out of bed, feeling wide awake with excitement. Walking quietly, he opened his bedroom door and peered out into the Heads Common Room.

Granger wasn't there so that meant she was still asleep in her room. Draco glanced around the room and saw her ugly cat, Crookshakes, sleeping in the corner. I really hope that stupid animal doesn't wake up, he thought as he slipped out of his room.

He tiptoed into the common room and headed towards her bedroom door glancing at the cat every now and then. It continued to sleep, but Draco wasn't going to take any chances. He took out his wand and mentally thought, "Alohomora".

The door opened silently and he entered the Head Girl's bedroom.

Granger was sleeping soundly and didn't wake up as Draco slipped silently into her room. He crept to the bathroom, not glancing at her in case she woke up. Once in the bathroom, he started searching through cupboards and looking at the various bottles on the bathroom bench.

At last he found what he was looking for, her shampoo bottle. He opened it and poured a little bit of the white liquid onto his finger. He set the bottle down and reached into his pocket for a small glass bottle.

Careful not to drop it, he uncorked it and let three drops fall into the shampoo bottle. He replaced the lid on the small bottle and put it back in his pocket and poured a bit more shampoo on another finger and compared it to the first sample. They looked exactly the same; she wouldn't be able to know what he had done.

Chuckling silently to himself, Draco placed the shampoo exactly where he found, wiped away the shampoo from his fingers with a towel and was about to leave when he heard a soft yawn from the bedroom.

He froze on the spot. She was waking up and in any second she would enter the bathroom. He wouldn't be able to leave without her seeing him so that ruled out going back into the bedroom. But he couldn't stand here and let her catch him in the act, it would ruin the prank.

Just as he was about to give up and let her seen him, he saw a rather large bathtub out of the corner of his eye. He scrambled into it and pointed his wand at the curtains, making them slide silently across to hide him from view. Panting slightly, Draco leaned against the bathtub and heard the bed springs squeak as she got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. Not really thinking, he peered through the curtains.

Granger entered the bathroom yawning and scratching her head. She wore pink satin pyjamas that seemed to bring out the shape of her body more than when she was wearing her school uniform and robes. Her hair wasn't out and messy as Draco expected it to look like in the morning as her hair is bushy all the time, but was tied up in a bun. She looked at the mirror and made a disgusted face at herself before fiddling with her hair.

Draco's eyes widened at this sight. Granger actually hates looking at herself? It was probably because she was tired, but he sometimes liked to think that she didn't really like the way she looked. Who would want bushy hair that you couldn't control unless it was dead straight anyway?

Actually, come to think of it, she doesn't really look that bad. Her hair is nice tied up like that, it suits her, and she should wear it up like that more often. And those pyjamas really bring out her figure.

His thoughts ran away with him as he looked at the back of Granger, admiring her curves. She turned around, her hair hanging down round her shoulders.

Draco caught himself before anything else came to mind. He felt the need to slap himself for thinking such outrageous thoughts about how 'good looking' she was. How dare he let his mind fly away like that! It was a disgrace to his beliefs to be looking at a Mudblood in that way. He peered back around the curtains and saw that she was out of sight.

Thank Merlin she doesn't know I'm here, he thought in relief as a pyjama shirt was tossed on the floor.

He froze, staring at the pyjama shirt in horror. In all the confusion of his thoughts he had completely forgotten why Granger was in the bathroom in the first place: to have a shower. And if he didn't get out of there now, he would see things that he would not normally see and would be defiantly scarred for life.

Thinking quickly, he pulled out his wand and thought of the Disillusionment Charm in his mind, taping the top of his head. He then felt a shiver running through him as the colour drained out of him. He wasn't invisible, but if Granger saw him, she would only see his outline and probably wouldn't think much of it as she was still half asleep.

Draco pointed his wand at the curtains and they slid silently aside as he climbed out of the bathtub and darted out of the bathroom as fast as he could. He opened the door silently, slipped into the common room closing it behind him and ran into the doorway on the opposite side and shut the door.

Once in the safety of his room, Draco muttered the counter charm taping his head again with his wand. He felt a warm sensation as the Disillusionment Charm was lifted, but it had nothing to do with the colour draining back into him.

He panted slightly, leaning against his desk for support, hardly believing that he got away from the bathroom unnoticed. He also found it hard to believe that he had spied on the Head Girl not for discovering other ways to prank her, but for reasons he rather not think about. He didn't want to dwell on those thoughts as they probably would lead him into dangerous territory, somewhere he didn't want to find himself in.

Instead he thought about the prank he was pulling on her and smirked at the thought. It would serve her right for bossing him around.

Twenty minutes later, Draco walked into breakfast not showing any excitement or satisfaction as he entered the hall. He walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down. Almost immediately he was surrounded by his fellow seventh years eager to know what he had done. They must have been waiting for him to come down and tell them what he was doing to the Head Girl.

"So, what did you do to Miss Prissy?" asked Pansy, looking very excited. The Slytherins leaned in, waiting for an answer. Draco, meanwhile, showed them the same mysterious smile he wore the previous night.

"Oh wait and see. It's worth it."

The Slytherins looked at him confused, but sank back into their seats. Pansy looked extremely disappointed that Draco wasn't giving her any clues.

Draco meanwhile piled eggs and bacon on his plate, a satisfied smile on his face. Today was going to be a good day for him.

The soft sound of a bell woke Hermione up. She moaned and opened her eyes, slowly sitting up, rubbing them. She pushed her covers away from her and got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, still yawning and scratching her head. She went to the mirror and saw how tired and messy she looked and she made a disgusted face at herself before she started to take her hair out of a bun.

She got a feeling as if she felt someone was watching her. She turned around with her hair hanging down her shoulders … but no one was behind her. My mind must be playing tricks on me, she decided and headed towards the shower, taking off her pyjama top and tossed it on the floor

She removed the rest of her clothing and stepped into the shower, turning on the hot water and began to wash herself. She took the cap off her shampoo bottle, poured a bit of shampoo in her hand and massaged it through her hair, singing "Decoret eh eh eh Decoret eh eh eh …" softly to herself. She rarely sang out loud in the shower at home, but since she had her own bathroom she had let loose her inner singing voice, even though she wasn't very good.

She rinsed herself, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, drying herself.

She then quickly dried her hair with a flick of a wand and performed a straightening spell on her bushy locks. It was a special occasion after all. Next, she went into her room and got dressed for the day. She sighed happily as she got ready. She was in a really good mood for some reason.

Fifteen minutes later, Hermione walked into the Great Hall and sat next to Harry at the Gryffindor table. "Morning, Harry," she said brightly.

Harry turned around to reply when he suddenly jumped back in shock. "Hermione, what did you do to your hair?" he asked, looking bewildered.

Hermione looked taken aback. Didn't he like her hair straight? "I straightened my hair, don't you like it?"

"No, no, its fine. I like it straight," Harry said quickly, "but um …" He turned to the left side and tapped Ron on the shoulder. "Help me here," he murmured.

Ron gave him a confused look and leaned over to get a good look at Hermione. He too leapt back in shock.

"What the hell … Hermione what happened to your hair?"

"What on earth do you mean?" asked Hermione, starting to get really annoyed.

"Hermione, I think you should look in a mirror or something …" Harry trailed off, still in shock.

"Fine … has anyone got a mirror?" she demanded, mainly addressing the girls.

Everyone was now looking at her, wearing the similar expressions as Harry and Ron had – shock. Lavender handed over her small round mirror, her hands shaking slightly. Hermione took it and raised it in front of her to get a good look at herself. As she did so, she could hear laughter coming from the Slytherin table.

Why are they all laughing? She asked herself as she looked at her reflection, gasping in utter horror, knowing exactly why they were all laughing at her.

Her hair had gone from being a light chocolate brown to being a dark green colour! But how on earth did this happen? It wasn't like this when she had fixed her hair after she got out of the shower … hang on …

She looked over at the Slytherin table to see that they were all laughing at her, pointing and jeering. She spotted Malfoy laughing the hardest and as she watched him, Zabini gave him a high-five. Red-hot anger boiled up inside her rapidly.

"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!" she bellowed across the hall at him.

It did nothing, but make the Slytherins laugh ever harder. Malfoy fell off his seat from laughing so much.

"Hey Granger! What's with your hair? You look like you've slept in the grass!" yelled Pansy. "I have a new nickname for you … Grangrass!"

The Slytherins laughed even harder, if that was even possible. Hermione moaned and put her head on the table. This had to be the most humiliating moment of her life …

"This isn't turning out to be a good day is it?" asked Ron, shaking his fist at the Slytherins. "And to do it on your birthday too … oh," his shoulders slumped as he remembered what the day was. "Happy birthday, Hermione."

Hermione looked up at him confused as to why he was wishing her a Happy Birthday, because of it was her birthday, she wasn't getting off to a good start. She then remembered what day it was, September nineteenth, her eighteenth birthday.

"Oh no!" she moaned, slapping a hand to her forehead. "I knew there was something special on today, but I couldn't think what. Urgh! He just had to do it on my birthday, didn't he?" She growled angrily. "I'm not going to forget this day for the rest of my life now!"

"I think that was his point," Harry replied, shaking his head in disgust.

Hermione groaned and banged her head on the table. This was going to be a long day …

The rest of the day was hell. Hermione had rushed out of breakfast with Ginny and Felicity to try to get her hair back to normal. They spent two hours of the morning trying every spell, potion and even after taking five showers, her hair still remained the colour green. They gave up at lunchtime and so Hermione had no choice but to put up with the stares and the teasing she was going to get.

As she sat in Ancient Runes, she felt everyone's eyes on her and whispering. She tried to ignore them but she caught snippets of what they were saying:

"Did she dye her hair or did Malfoy do it?"

"How could Malfoy dye her hair without her knowing?"

"He could have slipped something somewhere."

"But he was at breakfast way earlier than her … you've got to admit that was unusual, he's usually late …"

"He had something to do with it, I know."

"He just had to do it on her birthday of all days …"

"Why can't they get along? I mean, I know they're Gryffindor and Slytherin, but they're heads, they should act civilised towards each other at least. They're supposed to be setting an example to us after all …"

"Do you think she'll really kill Malfoy?"

Hermione growled silently knowing they were right, Malfoy had something to do with dying her hair, but how could he have done it without her knowing? She didn't even see him in the bathroom, yet she did feel like someone was watching her while she got ready for her shower. She had to find out sooner or later, before it killed her to anxiety.

She was glad when the bell rang, but also felt dread as it was dinnertime.

As she sat eating her dinner, Harry and Ron were discussing how to get back at Malfoy for dying her hair green. Hermione was only half-listening; she had felt as if someone was staring at her once again. She looked around and saw Malfoy looking at her, looking amused at the sight of her. She gave him the death stare and turned her attention back to her friends.

"I reckon you should dye his hair black, it will ruin his hair," said Ron.

"No, don't dye his hair black!" Harry protested, looking very offended. "Then he will have the same colour as me!"

"Sorry mate. But what else can she do?"

"I don't know, Ron … maybe you could turn him into a ferret, Hermione."

"That's already been done remember?" replied Hermione, now paying full attention to the conversation. "Moody did it, that's why Malfoy's nickname is ferret boy."

"I still like the idea though," said Harry, smiling wickedly.

"So do I," Ron echoed, smiling happily as he remembered how Moody turned Malfoy into a ferret and bounced him round the room. "It will be very entertaining if you do it again."

"But I could get into trouble," Hermione pointed out. "Besides, it's already been done, it's not good enough. I need to do something to him that he will never forget for a long time …"

"I really wish you would turn him into a ferret, Hermione, it would look so funny to see him so small and helpless … the slimy git."

A huge smile beamed on Hermione's face. "Ron, you just gave me a good idea. Thank you." Without another word, she got up and walked away, most of her dinner left untouched. The boys watched her go and glanced at each other, both thinking what was going through Hermione's head.

"What the hell did she mean by that?" wondered Ron, turning back to his meal.

Harry was eating so he shrugged as if to say 'I don't know'. He swallowed his mouthful and replied, "It's Hermione, what do you expect? She likes to make us figure out what she's doing or surprise us."

"I suppose," Ron said sighing. "Hey can I tell Annabel about what Malfoy did to Hermione?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't think that would be a good idea, Ron, as she wouldn't really understand. Besides, that would give your cover away because she'll send a letter to Hermione, asking for a photo of the green hair."

"Fine. She would have thought it was funny though –"

"I don't think she would have. She does have sympathy for Hermione you know, even if she didn't really show it when we were around her."

"Who on earth are you talking about?" asked Ginny, sitting down next to Harry accidentally brushing against his shoulder. He shuddered a bit which didn't go unnoticed by Ginny. She grinned at him and turned back to her brother. "Well?"

"Never you mind, Ginny," Ron muttered, and he stuffed food into his mouth to avoid answering her question.

Ginny shot him a disgusted look. "Charming, Ron. So who was he talking about?" she asked Harry as Felicity sat down next to Ron.

"Oh, Hermione's cousin, Annabel. We were just imagining her reaction if Hermione ever told her someone dyed her hair green."

Ron kicked Harry's leg harshly under the table, making Harry wince in pain. He returned the favour by kicking Ron as well, making him chock and gag.

"Geez, take it easy, Ron," Felicity said, slapping him on the back hard, but friendly.

He coughed and spat out some food onto his plate, taking deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down. Felicity looked at him reproachfully and shook her head in disgust.

"Take smaller mouthfuls next time, please," she advised him. She started to serve herself dinner and scanned the table curiously. "Where's Hermione?"

Harry shrugged. "Don't know, she had some idea to get back at Malfoy and ran off. Why?"

"Oh, I had another idea on how to get rid of the green in her hair," she answered. "But come to think of it, I might have already tried it …"

"Is it a potion called Raplin's Dye-removal?" asked Ginny.

Felicity nodded. "I used it on my hair when I accidentally put brown instead of orange in the holidays."

"We did try that remember? That was the third or fourth potion we used."

"Oh …" Felicity's shoulders dropped and she looked depressed. "Well, I don't have any more ideas then. That colour will be in her hair for at least two months and there's no way of getting it out. The good thing is that it won't be so dark in about a month. It'll start to fade and then bled into the brown and then go away completely. I'm one hundred per cent sure it will be gone just a few days before Christmas."

"How do you know all this?" Ron asked her, amazed.

Felicity glared at him, looking furious. "I have dyed my hair for, what, five years? I think I know what I'm talking about. Besides, the first time I dyed my hair I had to use that same type of potion only in black. It was to see whether I liked the colour or not. I'm not stupid, you know, I am one of the smartest girls in sixth year."

"Sorry, I was just wondering." Ron went back to eating his lunch, this time taking a smaller mouthful as Felicity advised and swallowing it before he spoke. "So what do you think Hermione is going to do to Malfoy?"

"I hope she turns him into a ferret and bounces him round the room," Ginny said, smiling wickedly. "That would be so funny! Do you remember when that happened, Felicity?"

"Oh, do I ever! That was the happiest moment of my life, watching that weird professor turn him into that furry thing and bounce him round the room … he was kinda cute as a ferret, I might have liked him as a pet."

"Felicity, are you insane?" Harry asked her, a bewildered look on his face.

"I know I'm insane, Harry, why do you think I dye my hair with so many colours? I was only joking anyways. What was that professor's name? I forget. My memory is so poor these days and it did happen in my third year."

"Mad Eye Moody," Harry answered. "But he was an impostor. And Hermione isn't turning Malfoy into a ferret. Ron said something about Malfoy being small and helpless which seemed to give some kind of idea and she walked off."

"So she didn't tell you then?"

"Nope, not a clue."

"I'll guess we'll have to wait and see then won't we?" Ginny said, starting to eat her dinner. "Oi Flick, did you find how Malfoy dyed her hair?"

"As a matter of fact I did," she replied, after finishing her mouthful. "He put three drops of the dye in her shampoo. Of course the colour never shows up in the liquid and it takes twenty minutes after contact for the colour to show in the hair. That's why Hermione didn't notice it until we pointed it out. Quiet clever actually."

"I'm going to get that slimy ferret," Ron snarled, sending death glares at the Slytherin table.

"How about we just let Hermione get him back Ron," Harry suggested, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Whatever she's going to do to him probably might be just as bad as what we might do to him. Besides, she wants to get her revenge and she wants to do it by herself."

Ron reluctantly agreed with him and went back to eating his dinner in complete silence for awhile.

"On a completely different note," Felicity spoke up. "When are you holding Qudditch trials Harry?"

Harry thought about it. "Um, sometime soon. The first match is on the first of November against Hufflepuff –"

"I thought we verse Slytherin first?" Felicity asked, looking confused.

Harry shrugged. "Don't ask me, but I'm quite glad about it. Gives our team more time to improve."

He noticed a look of worry on Felicity's face and added, "Don't worry, Flick, you'll make the team. No one's going to remember what happened last year."

"What happened last year?" Ron asked, looking at the black haired girl.

She sighed and lowered her head as her face turned red in shame. "I don't want to talk about it," she mumbled, running her fingers through her hair.

"She accidentally scored twenty points for Slytherin instead of Gryffindor," Ginny explained, grinning slightly at the memory. "Don't worry, Flick; you won't make that same mistake again. You've learnt your lesson and that's all it matters."

Felicity didn't look that all convinced.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Hermione! Happy birthday to you!"

"This isn't a very happy birthday," Hermione mumbled as she blew out the candles.

"Oh cheer up, Hermione," said Felicity, patting her on the back gently. "In the Muggle world this would be your coming of age! And we all should be singing this song called "Eighteen"."

She cleared her throat and began to sing. "Lines form on my face and hands. Lines form from the ups and downs. I'm in the middle without any plans. I'm a boy and I'm a man– well technically in your case the lyrics would be 'I'm a girl and I'm a woman'-"

But no one else was singing along with her and staring at her as if she was going insane, which wouldn't be unusual.

"Flick, that's really not helping," Ginny interrupted, shaking her head.

"Hey I'm just trying to get her mind off Malfoy for awhile and focus on the occasion," Felicity replied brightly. She continued to sing, much to everyone's annoyance. "I'm EIGHTEEN and I don't know what I want. I'm EIGHTEEN, I just don't know what I want. I'm EIGHT –"

"I get the point, Flick!" Hermione shouted, utterly frustrated that the black haired girl didn't get the message to shut up. "I'm not in the mood to celebrate when my day has been ruined by Malfoy dying my hair as his birthday present to me, thank you!"

"You're kinda lucky, Hermione," cooed Ginny, putting an arm on her shoulder. "It could have been much worse."

"Oh yeah?"

"You could have purple hair," Ron answered, hoping to make her laugh, but instead got hit in the head with a pillow. "What the hell was that for?" he demanded, turning to the culprit.

Felicity glared at him, holding a pillow up high as if she was going to hit him with it again. Which she did.

"How dare you say that having purple hair is worse!" she snarled, hitting his head with the pillow repeatedly. "I have five purple streaks in my hair and to me that is extremely offensive!"

"Ow, ow! Okay you've made your point, stop hitting me!"

"Clearly I haven't!"

"Say would the birthday wrecker be right now?" Harry asked, as Hermione cut a small cake that Dobby had kindly brought up to the Gryffindor common room.

"Probably in the Slytherin common room celebrating his success. I have to start patrolling with him in fifteen minutes you know." She cut the cake into six pieces for her, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Felicity and Neville and served them out on plates. "Here we are."

"Thanks, Hermione. How did Malfoy know it was your birthday?" Neville asked, taking a plate.

"Annabel must have told him when my birthday was when she met him so technically this is her fault."

"Sorry to say this, Hermione, but he probably would have still dyed your hair green," Harry said, taking a mouthful of cake. "He would have done it anyway but because he found out when your birthday was, he decided to ruin it in some way."

Hermione's frown deepened and she muttered something that Harry thought he wouldn't ever hear from her. He patted her on the shoulder sympathetically and turned to see that Felicity was still hitting Ron on the head with a pillow. He rolled his eyes.

"Felicity, can you stop hitting Ron with the pillow and eat some cake?" he shouted over Ron's protests. "Really, stop being so immature."

"Fine." Felicity put down the pillow and picked up a plate.

Harry frowned and muttered, "Depulso." The charm pushed the pillow out of the way and Felicity's reach to the other side of the room. "There, now you can't hit Ron again."

Felicity scowled back at him and ate her cake in silence while Harry smirked in triumph

"Don't worry, Hermione, you only have to put up with the colour for about two months," she said brightly after a minute or so. "And the good news is it won't be so dark in about a month. You'll have the brown back in no time."

"He put the potion in the shampoo didn't he?" asked Hermione.

Felicity nodded glumly.

"I thought so."

Felicity shrugged. "It was the only way he could ever dye your hair without you noticing," she pointed out. "I mean, can you imagine him hiding in your shower with a spray hair dye at the ready?"

Hermione shivered uncomfortably. Felicity had now just given her a horrible and nauseating image in her head. Malfoy hiding in her shower? While she had nothing on? Being the prick he was, she wouldn't put it past him to ever try that, but it was quite disgusting to think of to say the least. What if he didn't have anything on himself? Well, she knew he didn't like having his clothes get wet. He had made such a fuss when she chucked a bucket full of it over him.

"Thanks Flick, you just gave me a really disgusting image and I'll never be able to get rid of it now."

"You're welcome," she replied sarcastically, smirking at the Head Girl.

Nobody spoke for awhile as they were eating cake.

Felicity was the one to break the silence again as she finished her piece of cake. "So what are you going to do for revenge, Hermione?"

"Oh I'm not telling," she answered mysteriously, as she finished her piece of cake and put the plate on the table in front of her. "Although dying his hair is so tempting, but I don't know what colour to pick."

"Maybe you should pick blue," Ron suggested, starting to laugh at the thought.

"Ok that's it Mister!" Felicity screamed, getting her wand out. "And this time it's personal!"

Ron was suddenly pulled up into the air and held up by his ankles, screaming his head off. Felicity must have mentally thought Levicorpus in her head.

"What did I do this time?"

"You insulted me again with the colours! Did you forget that I also have blue streaks in my hair, seven of them in fact! Accio pillow!"

"Ok I'm going to go and start patrolling now," Hermione spoke up, as the pillow zoomed into Felicity's hand and she started whacking Ron with it again. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye Hermione," Harry, Ginny and Neville farewelled her as she walked out of the portrait hole, Ron's yells of protest echoing out of the common room, Harry's yell of;

"FELICITY SABRINA HIGGINS, YOU ARE REALLY BEING IMMATURE! STOP HITTING HIM WITH THE PILLOW THIS INSTANT!"

Felicity's comeback was equally loud.

"HE WAS ASKING FOR IT! HE INSULTED THE COLOURS THAT I WEAR IN MY HAIR! HE DESERVES IT!"

Hermione dreaded walking round with Malfoy now, she had avoided him all day and she really didn't want him taunting her about the colour of her hair. Well you have to face him sooner or later, Felicity said you had to put up with this colour for two months and you certainly can't avoid him for that long.

Before too long, she had reached Dumbledore's portrait that lead to his office and saw Malfoy and Dumbledore waiting for her.

"Oh Professor, I don't think it's a good idea for me to be around Granger, sir," Malfoy drawled as Hermione drew near them. "After all she threatened to kill me this morning. Don't you think she'll murder me while no one is around?"

"Oh please, Malfoy, that was a figure of speech," Hermione sneered, rolling her eyes.

Dumbledore merely chuckled. "I don't think Miss Granger will risk getting into the trouble of murdering you tonight, Mr Malfoy. It is her birthday after all and I'm sure she would much rather end it off on a good note, not a tragic one."

"Oh I'm sure her ultimate birthday present is one where my body is strapped on a bed and at her mercy followed by organising my be-heading," Malfoy muttered, only so Hermione could hear him.

She merely glared at him darkly. Trust him to think of something dirty.

"Anyway you know the drill. Have a good night." Dumbledore headed into his office leaving the two Heads out in the hallway.

As soon as he was gone, Malfoy rounded on Hermione, a smug smirk on his pointed face.

"Now, now, Granger, let's get a few things straight," he drawled. "You can't kill me because number one the girl population will be absolutely devastated and would want to burn you at the stake which I must say wouldn't be such a bad idea. Number two, you don't how to kill me and even if you did, I would stop you. And number three you wouldn't even have the guts to kill me because secretly –"

His smirk widened as the thought crossed his mind, "– you have the hots for me."

Actually it's the other way around,a snide voice in Draco's head said and he smacked his head to shut the little voice up.

Not true!

Hermione frowned at him, disgusted he would ever think she would ever think that last point. "Oh please, Malfoy, as if I would ever fancy you," she sneered. "You're such an arrogant stuck up bastard who is spoilt rotten and doesn't think of anyone else, but yourself."

"So you've told me before," Malfoy replied, sounding bored. "At least I'm not the one with green hair!"

"Yeah and thanks so much for ruining my eighteenth birthday. For Muggles it's the birthday you come of age and is special to most teenagers. So thank you so much for ruining it, what can I do to repay you? Oh yes, ruin yours!"

"Fine by me, you go right ahead, Granger. Only problem is you don't when my birthday is!" He smirked at her defeated expression. Hermione glared at him and decided to confirm her answer to the question everyone had been asking all day.

"How did you know it was my birthday today, Malfoy?"

Malfoy's smirk widened even more if that was possible, his grey eyes glistening in triumph. He didn't look as 'good looking' as he usually would be, in Hermione's opinon. She scowled at the thought. When did she ever think he was handsome?

"I have your dear cousin Annabel to thank for that," he answered. "She told me when we first met when her birthday was, June nineteenth and said she was three months older than her cousin who she was staying with. And then when you walked into the shop, I worked out almost immediately that you were the cousin and so with some calculation, discovered that it was today."

He smiled smugly and tapped her head with the tip of his wand, darkening the green locks. "So, hope you had a happy birthday."

This wasn't a friendly greeting, it was a sarcastic one. He walked away from her and Hermione didn't bother to scowl him for leaving her to walk the corridors alone. I'm going to get him if it's the last thing I do!

Author's note: Hiya! Hope you enjoyed this chapter, but let me tell you that Hermione's revenge is better than this. You'll find out what next chapter of course! Please review in the meantime. Thanks for reading!