I cannot believe it... what is wrong with you people!

I've left this story for over a month (Because I'm lazy)

118 people have seen my work (all you writers know I can tell) and only one decides to review?

I'm quite put out 'sigh' no one loves me...anyway I'm over it now

A huge thanks to JewelBlossom /u/713599/ for being my first (and only (scowls at computer)) reviewer ever!

Please note, I'm using real Latin for my spells (well I'm using a translator so if you clever Latin speaking people out there find something wrong blame the internet.

Disclaimer: ONE DAY ...ONE DAY, (shakes fist in dramatic way) 'sighs' but not today, Harry Potter in all it's literary glory still belongs to J.K.Rowling in all her author ness as do all the characters in the series. I'm just stealing them and forcing them through the horrible ordeal of my plot. ANYWAY on with the story...

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Chapter 3:Foolish Pranks

In the morning Hermione went down to breakfast with bags under her eyes and a very grouchy disposition, Malfoy had spent the rest of the night (after he got rid of the stink in his room) charming a table to continually knock against her door and when ever she uncharmed it he would just wait until she left and start again. Sitting at the Griffindor table she helped herself to some jam and toast and began thinking of ways that she could prevent Malfoy from wrecking her room and playing nasty pranks on her.

Hermione was so pre-occupied that she didn't notice Harry and Ron come and sit beside her until Ron said in an aggravated tone,

"Hermione, why didn't you tell us Malfoy was the Head boy?"

Hermione looked up from where she was studiously spreading preserved strawberries over her toast, in surprise.

"Well, I'm sorry, I didn't realise you didn't know, pardon me for not knowing if you know what I know...you know?" She said, a little testy about the accusing question.

Blinking in surprise Ron glance at Harry, "did that make any sense to you?"

Harry however was looking at Hermione. "Hey Hermione what's wrong?"

Hermione gave a tired sigh, "look guys I'm sorry for being so nasty, but this whole Malfoy thing doesn't just bother you, I mean I have to live with him." She glanced at her watch and wolfed down her toast " I have to go to the library," she said rising from the bench and slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"What!" Demanded Ron, "but it's the first day, WE HAVE NO HOMEWORK!" He yelled at Hermione's retreating figure.

All he got as a reply was a wave as Hermione left the Great Hall.

Once in the library Hermione spent the rest of the morning before class researching protective spells.

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Draco stared at the bushy haired girl sitting in front of him in Ancient Runes. That little vixen had somehow made it to the Head girl position. Yes, she was smart but definitely below such an exulted appointment - she was a filthy mud blood, common as muck. What had the board been thinking?

"Mr Malfoy? Mr Malfoy! Answer the question."

Professor Silvan, his teacher for Ancient Runes scowled at him.

"Err, excuse me but what was the question?" He asked.

"10 points from Sytherin for not paying attention but I dare to ask, what is so important about Miss Grangers head that you could not keep your focus on me?"

Draco blushed at that, a pink tinge spreading across his pale face.

"Well you see I…" He started off trying to think of an excuse, the teacher had certain unrealistic views when it came to mud bloods - she liked them.

"Never mind Mr Malfoy it was a rhetorical question of sorts, perhaps Miss Granger could answer my previous question?"

"The Ancient Vikings had a strained dialect of runes, theirs had many more magical properties than the Ancient English. The Viking's wizards carved the runes on stones and covered them in something red- blood is best but berries and other things also work. These stones became talismans for the battling warriors protecting them in war and making spirits enter them causing the condition called Berserk." Said Hermione promptly.

"Correct, I could not have put it better myself, 15 points to Griffindor." The Professor grinned at her ace student. "Now this was the talisman for Health…"

As the teacher continued Hermione cast a puzzled look over her shoulder and saw Malfoy glaring at her, his handsome features twisted into open contempt, before she hurriedly turned her attention back to the board.

'Bloody Granger, stupid teachers pet' Malfoy grumbled to himself, then his patented malicious smirk spread across his features. He'd show her, an idea formed in his mind. stinks bombs were nothing compared to this…

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Hermione knew that Yr 13 work was hard but this was ridiculous, the piles of scrolls that were heaped up in front of her and scattered around the floor seemed almost overwhelming

With her back against her lounge armchair she grimly started, dragging her astrology chart closer.

What felt like hours later she had gone through about 2/3 of it and starting a complicated Herbology assignment, when out of nowhere a huge flood of water appeared, tearing the scrolls apart, making all the ink run and thoroughly soaking Hermione.

At first Hermione sat there stunned, then she screamed, all her work was ruined!

She looked around wildly but couldn't see any one.

After her initial rage had worn off, she drew out her wand and evaporated the water.

Unfortunately her work was still ruined, the remains of her Arithmacy essay now one big wad of smudged black ink. She knew exactly who to blame…. Malfoy

"Malfoy, where are you?" She said almost calmly walking into his room.

There was no answer but she hadn't really expected one. Hermione had an idea, she walked to his pillow and grabbed one of his blonde hairs that had stuck to it, then crossing the room she grabbed a quill, after she had twined the hair around the quill she laid it on the table and spoke in even tones (whilst pointing her wand) " Reperio substantia procul suus radix."

The quill flew off the desk and careened out of the room with Hermione following after. It lead the way through the twisting maze of hallways and up to the floor above the Heads apartments she met no one on the way typically because it was past curfew.

The Quill stopped at a door, tapping insistently at its wooden frame. Gripping her wand tightly Hermione pushed open the door and the quill flew on.

"Ouch" Malfoy cried as the Quill flew straight to him and tapped him continually on the head. Hermione surveyed the scene,

Malfoy was sitting in a chalk circle with about 7 big buckets- all empty. Inside the chalk circle instead of the castle stone there was a view into the apartment and of the ground where her ruined homework sat, it was as if that section of floor was made of glass.

"You've been spying on me!" She gasped in disbelief and anger.

"Come now mud blood," Malfoy drawled, trying unsuccessfully to shake off the pecking quill. "What's got you down? You can be such a drip at times."

"You git! You absolute Pratt! " Hermione screamed.

"What was that you said before Granger, 'Sticks and Stones?"

Hermione's eyes flashed, whirling her wand above her head in a complex movement and walking forward - right into the circle.

"Vado rursus!

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For a moment the room twisted impossibly then a bright blast of white light blocked the spinning room from view. Blinded temporarily Hermione closed her eyes with a small shriek, her stomach churning and an impossible feeling of weightlessness on her.

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