Chapter 4:
Short Contemplations and Irritated Outbursts
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Hermione pouted and rolled over onto her stomach.
'Ugh. Good plans take too long to plan.'
After the unsuccessful incident in the hallway, Hermione had sought refuge in her dormitory and after a few minutes of self pity had decided to move on and devise another scheme. Now she could be found on her bed staring blankly at a parchment, chewing on a quill.
Hoping to cure the depressing emptiness of her mind, Hermione stood and walked over to Parvarti's four-poster. Reaching underneath it she pulled out a stack of magazines and plopped back on her own bed. Sorting through them she muttered to herself…well, at least no one was watching.
"How to get your man to let go…no. Attract more than passing glances…maybe. Know the signs! Is that man in love with you?..." Looking around the room, Hermione stuffed the magazine under her mattress.
'Who knows, it might come in handy later.' "Pssh. Yeah right."
Continuing to leaf through the worthless, brain-cell-reducing reading material, she quickly grew frustrated and threw How to control his libido…and more! at a nearby wall.
"Ugh! This is getting me nowhere!"
And then…she felt the annoying feeling of having something annoying stuck in her back. Sitting up crossly, she reached…and came up with 3 easy steps to catching the unattainable- the 'bad' boy. Smiling just a bit creepily, Hermione hugged the thing to her chest.
'Miracles do happen!'
Leafing through the sacred rag, she bolted upright. All of a sudden everything had become clear.
She no longer wanted to prove Blaise Zabini was no one to be worked up about; she wanted to be worked up about him! In fact she very much wanted to…
'Oh for the love of Merlin…I fancy the prat.'
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