A/N1: Definitely a faster update. Aren't you happy? I know I am.

(Same on the bottom) NOTE!! Ok. Hermione is OOC here but I felt that I had to stretch her a bit so that my plan for her revenge on Draco would be as best as it could be...even though she's a bit OOC.

Disclaimer: No, it's not mine. If you even thought that I did, than you are more insane than me.

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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXDracoXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (Eating lunch in the Great Hall).

Draco was in shock. He didn't know what disgusted him more: the fact that she hadalmost kissed him in the hallway; or the fact that he, in the deepest part of him that was always hidden, wanted it. He wanted a repeat of that night when she kissed him so passionately and tenderly...even though she thought that he was Weasley. That bugged him. How could anyone, aslee ot, confuse him, Draco Lucius Malfoy, with that thing, that—that weasel!!

He sighed discontentedly and went back to eating. Unfortunately Blaise heard his sigh and was immediately on the alert. Draco was usually always so arrogant and conceited; to see him so down and out was just...weird.

"What's wrong mate?" But Draco ignored his friend. Not purposely of course, but he didn't hear him say anything. He was too busy gaping at who just walked in the doors of the Great Hall.

"Who is that?"

XXXXXXXHermioneXXXXXXX (About to go in the Great Hall for lunch).

"Ok Hermione do you remember the signal?" Ginny asked. Hermione nodded her head in conformation.

"And the illusion charm is set?" Again, the older Gryffindor nodded her head.

"Are you ready for this?" At this, Hermione shook her head.

"C'mon you are totally ready. You can do this. And if you don't...then that will suck." Hermione glared mutely at her friend.

"Wow Gin, you are terrible at pep talks." Marie commented.

"Fine then, you get her ready." The youngest Weasley snapped.

"I will." Marie turned to Hermione. "You can totally do this!! It's all ok. Just pretend that this is for a grade. And if you get a good grade you'll be...one of the heads next year."

"I already know I will be. Dumbledore told me, remember?" Marie shot her a glare.

"Not helping! Ok, so if you get a good grade then you will be...valedictorian. Ok? We will tell you how you did later. So now are you ready?"

Hermione nodded semi-confidently.

"Good." Ginny took over from there.

"Thank you Marie. So remember, when Elaine gives you the signal that means that she's used the banishing charm to get rid of all the mangoes from every table except for the Slytherin one. Then when Spencer gives you the other signal then that means that it's ok to go over to the Slytherin table after you've asked all the other tables for them. Wherever the ferret is sitting, she'll only be a couple of seats away at the most. Don't forget you have to drop one. Trip or something so one falls out of the bowl. Then pick it up with the earlier discussed method. Kapeesh?"

"Kaposh." Hermione acknowledged Ginny's rant half-heartedly before opening the doors and walking in. As she stepped out she heard Ginny whisper loudly, "Own it!!" She laughed to herself and kept walking. Wait, but I'm sitting at the table with them right now. Why did I have to walk out by myself?? She looked back at her friends and saw them splitting their sides from silent laughter. Wow. Great friends I have they ditch me when I need them. After a couple of minutes, Ginny came and sat beside her.

"I'm sorry. It was just too funny. We all thought you'd realize it before you actually went out there." Hermione mumbled a response incoherently.

"Oh, don't be like that. It was just a joke!" No response from Hermione.

"Hey look!! It's Elaine's signal!" Hermione jerked her head up, but saw Elaine reading her book at the table as usual. She glared at Ginny who was laughing at her expense...again.

"I'm sorry that you just can't take a joke. Geez, lighten up!"

"You lighten up!! I am so freaking uncomfortable in these clothes. Every time I sit down, my skirt rides up to my crotch. You can't tell...but I sure can! It's uncomfortable as hell!! And my chest is broadcasted for the whole world to see!! No, not the whole world, Malfoy, DRACO MALFOY! That's worse than the entire world!! So you do this and then you tell me to lighten up!!" Ginny was thoroughly scared by Hermione's fit and she really didn't want to anger her anymore.

"I'm sorry. But seriously, there's Elaine's signal. You need to go. Start with the Huffelpuffs and go from there. Ask Marie, then Alyssa, and then Spencer. But the mangoes will be oh-so-cleverly and totally coincidentally placed in front of Mr. Ferret."

"I've got it Ginny, thanks though." She flashed her friend a confident smile that was so much more confident than she felt, and walked towards Marie. This is terrible, totally degrading. But that's ok I guess...it's only for revenge. I'm ok. It's only revenge. Malfoy will finally figure out what he should have known since I punched him in third year: I am NOT someone to be messed with!

"Umm Marie?" Marie turned around and pretended to look , as if she didn't know why Hermione was there.

"Yes?"

"Are there any mangoes at your table? There aren't any at the Gryffindor table." Marie looked up and down her table.

"No sorry Hermione, I don't see any. Maybe you should try the Ravenclaw table."

"Ok, thanks." Hermione walked away and took a deep breath. One down, two to go. She headed to the Ravenclaw table and tapped on Alyssa's shoulder.

"Hey Alyssa?"

"Yeah Hermione?" She said, trying desperately not to laugh.

"Do you have any mangoes at your table? I can't find them at my table."

Alyssa, not very convincingly, disguised a laugh as a cough, and looked along the Ravenclaw tabletop.

"Nope. Sorry. You should—" she hid another laugh.

"Check the—"

And another one, "Slytherin table."

...And another one.

"Thanks Alyssa. Hey, you should probably go to the hospital wing and get that cough checked."

"Gee thanks Hermione, maybe I will." She winked at Hermione before turning back to her lunch. Hermione laughed inwardly. Gotta love Alyssa. Ok I've covered all the tables except for the Slytherin one. Oh boy. She walked to where Spencer was sitting, conveniently next to Draco. Ohh man, Spencer must be loving her seat right now! Next to Draco and across from Blaise. Haha. All the while, Hermione ignored the glares she got from everybody. Hermione cleared her throat. Spencer turned around.

"Hey Hermione. What's up?" Draco turned around at the sound of her name and his jaw dropped. Hermione held in her laughter and betrayed nothing on the outside, but on the inside she was busting her gut with laughter. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. She gained confidence knowing that she held power over him.

"I was just wondering if you had any mangoes. There are none at any of the other tables, trust me...I've already checked." Spencer looked around and spotted the ones in front of Draco's plate.

"They are right over there." Hermione's eyes lit up.

"Thank you." Instead of asking Draco to hand them to her, Hermione totally improvised. With her newfound confidence, Hermione walked around to the other side of the table across from Draco, where Blaise was sitting, and motioned for him to move to the left. He moved and she proceeded to kneel on the long bench and leaned across the table to get the bowl, basically giving Draco an eyeful of her chest. His jaw dropped even further and his face was turning pink.

Once she had grabbed two mangoes, Spencer spoke.

"You know, you could have just asked Malfoy over here to pass you the bowl."

Hermione smiled sheepishly. "Oops." She said, even though she full well knew what she was doing. "Thanks anyway Spencer." Hermione turned and walked away, finally getting what Ginny meant by 'owning it.' But sadly, Hermione over 'owned' it. She tripped on her stiletto heels and one of the fruits dropped on the floor.

"Damn these shoes." Hermione said aloud. Taking the example from Reese Witherspoon in one of her favorite movies, she used the bend-and-snap. But because Draco was behind her, she did as Marie told her to do before lunch. A little less snap and a little more bend.

Hermione didn't know for certain, but she was almost positive that Draco had his eye on her ass. Even though it was totally degrading and against everything she stood for, Hermione liked the power she had over him. After picking up the mango, she walked carefully back to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Ginny.

TBC…

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A/N2: C'MON! If you put it on your alert/favorite list...please review! I really wanna know what you think. It's apparent to me you like it if you are favorit-ing or alerting it! So just say something short and positive. Please!?

(Same on the top!) NOTE!! Ok. Hermione is OOC here but I felt that I had to stretch her a bit so that my plan for her revenge on Draco would be as best as it could be...even though she's a bit OOC.

Ok, so THE NEXT chapter will have Draco's reaction to Marie's (flawlessly executed) plan and at last...the long waited patrol. Haha sorry, it was going to be in this chapter, but I split it in half.

I know you're still curious! So...review!! No flames on slight OOC-ness please.

Lovelove, Amanda