A/N:
Last night, can't remember.
What happened? Where'd we go?
I woke up this morning.
Where's my car? Where's my keys? Where's my clothes?
^^^ Dude, story of my life much ;D
OKAY! That was random….
Chapter 4 is HERE homies (durr O_o) And, uhh, you MAY have noticed, that I changed this to M... I'm not actually planning to have a lemon in this, but I'm a MASSIVE fan of swearing, and lets face it, this whole fic wouldn't work without the F-bomb being dropped a few *cough* hundred *cough cough* times ;D
MASSIVE THANKS TO KatielynnRosee! SHE CAME UP WITH ALLLLLL THE PRANKS, BECAUSE SHE'S JUST THAT AWESOME ;D
I'm gunna stop talking (typing?)….. NOW! Haha, JAY KAY, I'm still talking (typing?)! Fine, I'll shut up.
*sigh* How much have we been over this? It really is simple, like 1+1=window. (BAHAHA BEST JOKE OUT!) Okay, one more time, I DON'T own Harry Potter. Mondo bummer…. (HAHA AVPM REFERENCE!)
Chapter 4:
Flooing to the Burrow at 1am in the morning was probably one very stupid idea, but you know us Gryffindors – all courage and bravery and all that jazz.
So that was how I found myself in the Weasley's living room in the early hours of the morning, with eight wands being pointed at me.
"Hello to you too." I said sarcastically, putting my hands up like they did in the muggle movies.
When I had flooed there, I had knocked over a chair and a vase, which was why Fred, George, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Harry, Ron, Ginny and Luna where all up. Ron, I could see, was slowly starting to doze off again, but woke up when Harry nudged him in the ribs.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked, squinting as if she expected to see someone else.
"The one and only." I replied with a grin. She rushed forward to hug me tight, followed by Luna, Harry, Ron, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and a joint hug with Fred and George.
"What on earth are you doing here at this time, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she fussed around, getting me comfortable in the armchair by the fireplace.
"Is everything alright?" This came from Mr. Weasley, who had a very serious expression on his face.
"Yeah, it's all good, Mr. Weasley. I'm actually here because I need some of Ginny and Luna's hair." I explained.
"Why do you need their hair?" Harry asked, sitting on the coffee table.
"I'm playing a prank on Blaise and Malfoy." I said, clasping my hands together in my lap in a very business-like way.
Everyone laughed, but Luna, who had wiped the dreamy look off her face and replaced it with a confused one.
"Why are you playing pranks on Blaise and Draco?" she asked in her soft voice.
I took a deep breath and explained how I was close to Blaise and Malfoy just happened to be at his house, and how I was quite close with many Slytherins, I just acted like I wasn't at Hogwarts because of the lack of inter-house unity, and lastly, how I still "hated" Malfoy.
"Oh. Well you can have my hair, I don't mind." She said, after listening to my speech.
"Yeah, mine too." Ginny added, fetching the pair of scissors I got for her 12th birthday. It sounds like a crappy present, but she was so excited to have something muggle that she ended up cutting a big chunk of Ron's hair.
"Thanks guys, you have no idea how hilarious this prank is going to be now." I said, hugging everyone again.
"No worries 'Mione. Have fun." Ginny said with a wink.
I turned, took a handful of the Floo powder, and stepped into the fireplace.
"OH! Hermione! Don't forget-" Fred started to say.
"To take-" George continued.
"A picture-"
"For us."
I grinned and nodded, before throwing the Floo powder down, shouting "ZABINI MANOR", and being engulfed in green flames.
"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?" Pansy shrieked when I returned. I rolled my eyes and brushed past her, making my way to my room.
"Get over it; it's only 1:30. I got the hair by the way."
Pansy huffed and snatched the red and blonde hair from my outstretched hand. She put the Ginny's red hair in one vial and Luna's blonde ones in the other, and we watched at the potion bubbled, spat and turned lovely shades of brown.
"Hmm… Last time I did this, the potion turned a disgusting green." I mused absent-mindedly.
"Yeah, but you were using Crabbe and Goyle's hair. Oh, and a cats." She added with a smirk, remembering the time I turned myself into a cat when attempting to enter the Slytherin Common Room in 2nd year.
"Shut up and pour the bloody drinks." I muttered, glaring at the floor as she poured some of each vial into each glass of firewhiskey.
"Okay, Mia. It's all up to you. You have to go and give them the drinks, all the while convincing them that they are not poisonous in any way, and get them to drink them. Can you do it?" she mimed pointing each step of the plan out on the whiteboard before turning to me with her hands on her hips.
"PSSH! Of course I can!" I said, popping some chocolate in my mouth and picking up the glasses of firewhiskey.
Pansy raised an eyebrow. "Do I smell a challenge?" she asked, sniffing the air. I rolled my eyes and made my way out of my room.
"I can't believe I'm friends with you."
Walking into the living room, I realized I had no idea where the boys where. I had already checked Blaises bedroom, and they weren't in there, so I officially was out if ideas. Luckily, Marie was in here, sipping some coffee and reading the latest episode of Witch Weekly. She looked up and shook her head when she saw me.
"Can you believe this? Orange is in? What has the world come to?" she cried, showing me the article where it clearly stated that 'Orange is the must-have color in your wardrobe this summer.'
Now, I don't usually care about what's 'in', but seriously? Orange? Did they want women walking around looking like pumpkins?
"I can't believe that they gave Rita Skeeter the fashion column. Why don't they fire the cow?" Marie continued. She could go on for hours if I didn't stop her.
"I know, Marie. It's an absolute joke. Orange! Do they want us looking like Pumpkin Pasties?" I rambled, just to appease her. "Now, what I really want to know is have you seen the boys?" I asked.
"Hmm? The boys? Sitting by the pool last time I checked." She said absently. Her mind was obviously still on the article.
I groaned loudly. I could NOT handle two very hot boys, in swimsuits.
Oh, suck it up. Do you want this plan to work or not?
I made my way down to the pool, only slightly confused that my inner voice sounded like Pansy when it was chastising me.
As I stepped outside, I understood why the boys would in the pool. It was hot and humid, just like it should be in summer. Luckily, I had my hair in a messy ponytail, with hair falling out and framing my face, so it wasn't sticking to the back of my neck.
I could see Blaise and Dra- Malfoy sitting next to the pool their legs dangling underwater. They were lounging back on their elbows, making the muscles in their arms stand out, and showing off their perfectly sculpted chests. I'd seen Blaise like this before, of course, but Malfoy, well that was another matter entirely.
We had only ever seen each other outside of school when we were forced to, and even then we were able to ignore each other. But now, when all he was wearing was a pair of black board shorts that looked super amazing on his pale skin and hung low due to the water, well, let's just say that I had to bite my lip and pray that I wasn't blushing.
"Hey!" I called out when I was a few meters away from the pair. They both turned their heads to look at me. Blaise looked away first, however Malfoy took his time giving me the once over. I wish I had kept the robe that I wore to the Weasley's on, but I had thrown that on the bed when I got back, and so was left in nothing but my little black shorts and even smaller pink singlet. Despite my efforts to hide the blush, I'm pretty sure it was still up on my face, making me look like a tomato. It didn't help that when he looked up at me, his grey-blue eyes were clearly dark with lust and his pretty lips where formed into his usual smirk.
Oh Merlin, did I just say that Draco Malfoy had 'pretty lips'?
FML. Kill. Me. Now.
"Hey Mia. Wazzup?" Blaise asked, lazily closing his eyes.
"Not much, just being an awesome friend and bringing you guy's drinks." I replied, holding the drinks out for them to take.
Malfoy snorted. "And why would you bring me a drink? I mean, Blaise I can understand, but me? Did you poison mine?"
I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. I knew that one of them would accuse me of poisoning their drinks. I also knew it would probably be Malfoy.
"I haven't poisoned either of them. Unless you're into that Malfoy, in which case I probably have some in my room…" I trailed off, turning around and making my way back to the house.
Blaise laughed and I could hear the sloshing of the pool water as he got out of the pool. Malfoy had gotten up during his little speech.
"Oh please, Mia. Stop being so dramatic." He said, grinning at me when I spun around.
"You're calling ME dramatic? He," I pointed at Malfoy, "Is the one accusing me of attempted murder!"
Okay, maybe I WAS being a tad dramatic.
"Hey! I didn't say you were trying to murder me, just poison." Malfoy said. That time I did roll my eyes.
"Tomato, tomahto." I quoted something I picked up on my vacation.
They looked confused but seemed to shrug it off. Blaise walked over to me, Malfoy following close behind.
"Here, I'll even take a drink to prove it isn't poison." He said, reaching for a glass.
"NO!" I yelled, jerking my arm away, "Not that one. This one."
Blaise raised his eyebrows at me. Malfoy looked victorious, as if he had been right about the poison.
"JOKING!" I said with a laugh. "Take what you want."
Blaise shook his head at my childish antics and took the one he had originally reached for. Malfoy hesitated a bit, but took the other when he saw that nothing had happened to Blaise when he took a drink.
I raised my eyebrows when I saw them chug the whole glass in 30 seconds. I thought I was the only hardcore one that could do that?
"Thanks Granger." Malfoy said with a contented sigh. Blaise just hummed happily and went to hand the glass back to me.
"Hah. No way, take it back yourself." I said with a smirk, backing away. Blaise rolled his eyes at me.
"Oooh, evil! How do you come up with these evil plans of evility?" he said sarcastically.
"Hey, what can I say, it's a gift." I shot back, turning away from the pair once again. "Goodnight!"
"'Night Mia! Don't wait up for us!" Blaise called.
"I wasn't planning on it. What, no goodnight from you Malfoy? That's cold. I'm seriously cut." I had my hand on the door handle, and my head turned over my shoulder.
"Oh, Granger, I'm so, so sorry." He walked closer to me, his voice getting softer as he got closer. "Will this make it up to you?" he leaned down so that his lips where only an inch away from mine. I found myself unable to move, I was completely and utterly mesmerized by him.
"Stop m-molesting Hermion-ne!" Blaise shouted through his laughter. Bloody git.
Malfoy grinned at me and ran a hand up from my thigh, over my exposed stomach, and to my shoulder. I tried to suppress a shiver, but epically failed. He stepped away, and I missed the surprising warmth his body radiated. I could tell that moving away from me had been reluctant, but he turned away before I could read into it any further.
"Goodnight Granger, although I suppose good morning would be more appropriate." He said without turning until he was standing by Blaise. He had an impassive look on his face, his barriers back up.
I sighed to myself and opened the door.
Reaching my room, Pansy basically pounced on me.
"How did it go? Did they dri- Wait, what's wrong?" She must've noticed the disappointedly confused (was there such a look?) look on my face, because she immediately pulled back to examine my face.
"I'm fine, Pansy. It went great and yes, they drank it." I said with false cheeriness, though there was a sense of finality in my tone.
Pansy raised an eyebrow but left it alone. She would get it out of me eventually, she always does.
"I'm tired." She complained, changing the subject.
"Go to sleep." I suggested with a smile.
She grinned and jumped under my covers. "Alright then."
I laughed. There was no use arguing with her, because I would probably end up being the one that slept on the floor. So instead, I slipped in under them as well, and used my many pillows to build a pillow barrier.
"I don't trust you and your wandering hands, Pans." I said with a wink, turning around so I wasn't facing her. I heard her scoff and kick me through the barrier.
"G'night." I yawned. She just grunted in response.
The next morning Pansy and I were woken up by an ear-splitting – extremely feminine – scream.
"OH MY GOD! I'M A FUCKING CHICK!" came the joint cries of Blaise and Draco, although I suppose it would make more sense to say "Ginny" and "Luna".
We looked at each other and burst out laughing, snuggled back under the covers, and waited for the argument of a lifetime.
OH YEAH!
Did any of you expect THAT? Yeah, your probably did :D
So, next chapter will be filled with fights and... boobs? Hermione gets hit on by "Luna" and it's the boys turn to prank the girls. OOOOOH, the DRAMA! ;)
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