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Chapter 3:
Holding his head he looked around. He was in the Slytherin common room, and Pansy's face was right in front of him. "Ah! Pansy!" he yelled and jumped out of his seat.
"Oh Drakie! I thought that spell was never going to go away." Pansy said flinging her arms around his neck.
"Get off!" he yelled pushing Pansy off him. "What happened? The last thing I remember is seeing a purple light."
"The mudblood turned you into a cockroach. I tried everything to turn you back." Pansy said pouting.
Flaring his nostrils he stormed out of the common room and up to the 4th floor. "Linger hoof." he shouted at Felix who was asleep in his frame. The portrait opened as Felix grunted. "Mudblood!"Malfoy yelled storming into the common room.
"Ah, Malfoy, the amazing cockroach is back to his normal self." Hermione said with a smile, sitting down in the chair in front of the fireplace.
"You're going to regret what you did to me." He said pointing his wand at her.
Looking at him she said, "What are you going to do? Turn me into a beaver?"
"Not a bad idea." Malfoy said, he flicked his wand and yellow light flew from it. Before it hit her Hermione pulled out her's and countered it. Malfoy had to duck so his own spell so it wouldn't hit him. He turned back to her, she was pointing her wand at him.
"Don't make me turn you back into a cockroach. Because I will without hesitation." she said walking toward him. "But it was funny I might add. You should have seen Pansy try and turn you back. I might say, the entire Great Hall though it was quite funny to."
He glared at her. How dare she humiliate him in front of the entire school, then again she has been doing so since first year. "Well, it won't happen again." he said glaring down at her.
"And what makes you so sure that it won't?" she asked her wand pointed at his chest. "Because, I can right now."
"Hmm, not if I take this." and without warning, Malfoy snatched her wand out of her hand.
"Hey!" Hermione yelled trying to grab her wand back. "Give that back!"
Holding it up above her he said, "Um, no. I think I'm going to keep it for a long, long, long time." he turned to leave.
Using all her strength, Hermione pushed him. Making him fall dropping his and her wand. She quickly grabbed her's then his. "Well, I think I'm going to keep it for a long, long, long, time." she said, mimicking him.
From the floor he saw her step over him. Reaching his hand out, tripping her. She tumbled to the floor. Crawling over to her he said, "Not before I get it back." He stared into her eyes. A deep chocolate drown he noticed. Watching her stare up at him, he plucked his wand out of her hand and got up. Not even acknowledging to help her.
"Ferret." she mumbled helping herself up.
"Mudblood." he said walking to his door.
Sarcastically and annoyed she said, "Love you too." and went to grab her work from the coffee table and walked into her room.
"I can see that the Malferret is back." Harry said sitting down next to Hermione. She, Harry, Ron, and their other Gryffindor classmates entered the gloom of the potions dungeon, awaiting the punishment that Snape was bound to give them.
"Yeah. To bad. It was much nicer when he was a cockroach." Ron said sitting on the other side of Hermione.
"I know. So much quieter. And we didn't have to hear his disgusting Slytherin voice." Hermione said pulling out her essay that was assigned to them 3 days prior. "The common room was quiet too. Until he stormed in."
"What did he do?" Ron asked, searching his bag for his essay.
"Tried to turn me into a beaver." she answered, picking up Ron's essay from off the floor.
"A beaver?" Harry asked, setting his almost complete essay out to finish.
"Yeah. But I threatened to turn him back into a cockroach." she replied handing Harry one of her quills after not finding his own.
"Well did you?" Ron asked.
"No, he took my wand."
"He took your wand?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, but I got it back." she said holding it up for them to see.
"Yeah you did. What happened after that? You turn him into anything else?" Ron asked thinking of all the things Hermione could change him into.
"No. He just walked away, and I went into my room and finished my essay." she finished before the door to the room flew open.
"Essays out on the desks now!" Snape snapped walking to the front of the room and looking at the class.
"Someone woke up off his rocker this morning." Ron whispered to the other two. Harry let a small chuckle then went back to writing ferociously.
"Harry, why didn't you finish that earlier?" Hermione whispered looking at the parchment Harry was writing on.
"Because I was busy planning for the Ouidditch game coming up." He answered too busy to look at her. "Now please, I'm so close to finishing."
"Well write faster. Snape is coming this way." Ron said under his breath.
"I think it wasn't finished, because you where playing with that Bettila again. Harry that thing is going to..." before she could finish, Snape intervened.
"Mr. Potter? Putting last touches on our assignment are we?" he sneered.
Harry looked up at him. Irritation on his face. "No." he answered.
"It looked like it to me Mr. Potter." Snape said taking the essay from him. "10 points from Gryffindor for not finishing an assignment." The other Gryffindors groaning as more points got docked off. The Slytherins smiling at the groaning Gryffindors, glad it wasn't them that lost them. "Ah, Miss Granger." Snape said picking up the parchment off her desk. Looking it over and finding something wrong with her's too. "I believe I asked for 1 1/2 feet of parchment, not 2 1/2 feet. 10 points for writing to much." and moved on to Ron's essay. "Mr. Weasley? Finished it? For once." Snape asked, unrolling the parchment. "But what is this? I believe it was suppose to be on the uses of dragon blood. Not unicorn blood. 10 points for writing about the wrong blood usage." More groaning on the Gryffindor part, sneering and smiling from the Slytherins.
After collecting all the essays, Snape returned to the front of the class and started his lecture. Soon the class was on their own, working on the potion assigned to them. The class continued to go on slowly. Finally after losing at least 50 points, Neville exploding his potion, again, and numerous Slytherins escaping punishment, the bell rang and the Gryffindors where more than relieved to leave the gloomy dungeon. Once back in the sunlight, and on their way to Transfigurations, Ron asked, "Is it lunch time yet? Cause I'm hungry."
Hermione looked at him with puzzlement. "Ron we ate breakfast not to long ago. How can you be hungry?"
"Come on Mione, that was an hour and a half ago. Besides having class with Snape makes the fullness go away." Ron answered.
"Yeah I agree with Ron. Food sounds good right about now." Harry said hearing Ron's stomach grumble.
"Learn to control your bodily functions Weasley. Save the world from the nasty sounds."
"Shove it Malfoy." Ron mumbled, his ears turning red with embarrassment.
"Just make it through Transfiguration and then its lunchtime." Hermione said softly turning into Professor McGonagall's classroom.
20 minutes into the lecture, Hermione felt something poking her ankle. Looking down she saw an origami swan pecking it, looking around the room before bending down and picking it up. Carefully she unfolded it and read it to herself.
It's not over mudblood. No one turns me into a cockroach and gets away with it. Just you wait and see, I'll get you, and you'll be sorry. So best be on your guard, I'll get you when you least expect it. Hey, maybe Weaselbee and scar head can defend you?
Knowing exactly who it was from, she turned around and saw Malfoy leaning back in his chair smirking. She watched as he brought his finger across his throat, Crabbe, Goyle and Blaize sniggering next to him. Turning back to the front, a smile on her face, Sending threats will turn on you, she thought to herself before pointing her wand, undercover, at him and listened as his chair went crashing backwards.
As the sound of Malfoy and his chair falling to the ground echoed threw the classroom, Hermione turned around, as did everyone else (laughing at the sight of Malfoy toppled over on the floor, his chair laying on it's side in front of him), and watched as he got to his feet. Shortly after he looked over at her and glared, she only smiled back at him, keeping back her giggles. Then imitating his gesture of bringing her finger across her throat.
"Mr. Malfoy, what on earth did you do?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"I ah, um I." he stumbled.
"Mr. Malfoy will you please refrain from disrupting the class." she said walking back to the front, but turning around and added, "Oh and I'll be taking 5 points from you for reckless behavior."
Scowling he sat back down, Hermione turned to face the front again. Hermione, 2. Malfoy, 0, she thought to herself.
"So, you going home for the Christmas holiday?" Ron asked.
Hermione looked up from her parchment. "What makes you ask that Ron?"
Shrugging he answered, "No reason. Just wanted to know."
Looking at him with confusion, she then answered, "Yeah. Are you?"
"Yeah, I guess. Mum wants us all to be there this year." Ron said looking out the window at the seasons first snow fall. "Oh, Harry. Mum said that you're welcome to come to."
"Come where?" Harry asked after joining Hermione and Ron in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room.
"To the Burrow for Christmas holiday." Ron said. "You are going to come?"
"Of course. There's no better place then having Christmas at the Burrow. Well besides Hogwarts." Harry answered.
Looking at the bewitched clock on the wall, Hermione stood up and stretched. "Well, I have to go back to my common room." she said collecting her homework, quill and ink.
Ron too looked at the clock, "But its only 9:30."
"Exactly. I have patrol and so do you." Hermione said walking to the portrait hole. "Night Harry. Ron, don't look at me like that, you're doing it and I don't want to hear your complaining."
"You sound like my mother." Ron pouted.
"Get your hinny up and find your patrolling buddy." Hermione said firmly.
"I found them." Ron said getting to his feet slowly.
"Ron, I'm not your patrolling buddy anymore. Now get a move on."
"No, you're Malfoy's patrolling buddy." Ron said.
"Yeah, and you're lucky he's not yours."
"No, you're luck he's not mine."
"Ron that doesn't make any sense." Hermione said. Rolling her eyes, "Harry, make sure he finds his partner."
"I will." Harry said as Ron pouted some more.
"Good night." Hermione said then left. When she arrived back at her common room she found it was unusually quiet. "That's odd." She walked to her bedroom and opened the door. She dropped her parchment, quill and ink, which broke and stained her carpet. When Hermione opened her door and dropped her things, she had found her room in complete chaos. It looked as though a tornado or hurricane came through and ripped apart her bedroom. Her clothes were everywhere, her bed was torn apart and thrown across the room, her feminine items scattered the floor and written in lipstick on her mirror was;
You may have won the first 2 rounds, but I win this one. Malfoy 1. You 2.
Anger surging through her, she stomped out of her room and up to his door. Banging on it as hard as she could. "Malfoy! Open this door right now!" she bellowed. She started to bang on it again, hoping that he would open it. "Open the door Malfoy!" she bellowed again.
"How can I open the door if I'm not in there mudblood?"
Glaring she turned around, leaning on the back of the couch was Malfoy. "You!" she said pointing a finger at him. "What did you do to my room!"
Eyebrow raised he answered, "I have know idea what you're talking about mudblood."
"Yes you do." she said pointing her wand at him this time.
"I wouldn't go near your room or your filthy mudblood self." he sneered.
"If you're going to lie about it, then don't go writing things on my mirror." she said wand still pointed at him.
"Like that mirror says, I have that round. But I won't be losing forever. I will get back at you more than that." he snarled.
"Well, I win this round." Hermione said watching his face form with confusion. Before he could get back at her, she brought her fist up and struck him the face. "Hermione 3. You 1."
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