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"This bread is amazing!" Ron mumbled through a mouthful of doughy, fresh baked, bread. He looked ridiculous, Hermione thought, but in an adorable scruffy type of puppy way. His tendrils of bright orange hair (much brighter then Ginny's) flopped over his ecstatic brown eyes. He was spotted with a freckle or too.

Lavender Brown ruffled his head and giggled, and soon the whole table was laughing, including Hermione. Most of the people there were already tense about the Quiditch game. Harry and the whole team might act like they knew they would win, but Hermione knew they were bluffing. When it came to Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, anything could happen.

Everyone was talking any

way, everyone except Hermione. Yesterday's events with the Slytherin males worried her. It was completely unlike Malfoy not to bother her for this long. (not even an attempted trip, or a nasty look.) Also haunting her was what Blaise did to Ginny. She knew Blaise was horrible, but normally he was calling her names, or trying to knock her broom in Quiditch. The verbal assault made sense, but the physical assault was not normal. And why did Blaise only throw the Bludger only when Malfoy showed up? None of it made sense. Hermione was thinking that there must be something deeper going on, but she couldn't figure out what.

"Hermione? Hello? Anyone there?" Ron was waving his hand in front of her face. She must have completely blanked out. Then she noticed there was a pearly white owl, sitting right in front of her, with a plain envelope clutched in its talon.

"Is it mail day?" Hermione asked confusedly.

"Nope." Harry shook his head. "Not that I know now."

"Weird." Ginny leaned closer to Hermione. "Who is it from?"

"I'm not sure." Hermione carefully opened the envelope, and pulled out a singular piece of card stock with a few words inked onto it.

Enjoy the Surprise

-D.M

When Ginny say, she widened her eyes, but didn't say anything. They shared a quick look, and then Hermione quickly slid the paper back into the envelope.

"It was from her mum." Ginny said quickly. Hermione nodded her head in agreement.

Just then, there was a huge bang. Everyone looked up, and hundreds of pieces of white paper were fluttering down.

Gasps and murmurs filled the room, and people were pointing up at the paper fluttering like butterflies. The proffeseor at the front of dining hall were staring, shocked. A few students even stood on the benches to try and grab a piece of paper that was hovering right above an arm's reach. Then, the papers finally become hand's reach. A ocean of hands, all shooting up to grab a white paper. Ron grabbed one, and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Bloody hell." Ron whispered. By now, Lavender and Harry were also reading a piece of paper. Just like Ron, their eyebrows were arching. Hermione, suddenly aware that lots of staring eyes had turned to her, including her fellow Gryffindors.

Annoyed, and tense that so many people had suddenly started paying attention to her (which she did not like one bit.) She snatched a paper of Ginny's hands. It was a poster kind of organization, with the top saying "WANTED" in big, red, letters. Below that was a moving picture oh Hermione! It must have been taken a long while ago, since her hair was frizzed beyond control, and her buck toothed scowl. THe Hermione in the picture was scowling at a textbook, and an ugly frown was pasted upon her face that was dotted with acney.

After the picture, words printed in the same red letters.

"Wanted, one dirty Mudblood. Guilty of being ugly, fat, a friendless bookworm, and an insufferable know it all."

Hermione was aware of laughter, mostly coming from the Slytherin table (curse the insufferable snakes.) and a couple snorts from the Ravenclaws. She could feel heat dancing across her face, and tears burning a the edges of her eyes. All her friends are staring, open mouthed, and unsure of what to do. She didn't know what to do, flee from the room, or stand and mouth off angrily.

Just then, Dumbledore stood up, and his threatening voice filled the room, silencing the laughter.

He waved his wand, and all the paper disappeared. Once all the papers had been scrubbed out of the hall, Dumbledore began talking.

"This!" he boomed, hiss loud voice bouncing off the walls and reverberating throughout the massive room. "Is a despicable act of harm. When we find who is responsible, the consequences will be severe. If you know wanything about the person who has comitted this act of magic, I advise you to let me know." His voice turned even colder. "Because if you know who did this, and you don't come forward, you will be punished almost as severely as the person who comitted this. That is all. You are all dismissed, breakfast is over." Then all the lights were put out, and everyone started talking.

"Who would do something like that?" Lavender murmered.

"10 galleons says it was Malfoy." Harry grumbled.

"Nah, this is too much work for his little brain to think of. It must have been Blaise" Ron put out.

She ignored them all, pushing in front of the streams of people trying to exit the dining hall. Lots of people tried to talk to her, and there word many snickers and shouts off "Mudblood!" or "Insufferable know it all!" but she didn't reply. Hermione didn't allow herself to even think about what had just happened, becuase if she did, she knew tears would flow from her eyes. And she did not want anyone to see that. Finally, she pushed herself out of the didnign hall, and she was in the corriders. She took off sprinting, and wasn't the fastest, but fast enough to leave behind the laughter and the pity and the confusion.

Hermione murmed the password for the Gryffindor and rushes past the common rooms and straight into the bathroom. She casts a silencing spell an slams and locks the door. Then it was finally quiet. And she allowed the past events to sink in. And then she cried. Sobs wracking her body, and tears clogging her vision, and she keeps on crying for what seems like ages. But then she stops, and stares in the mirror. her face was coated with black streak of mascara, as she didn't bother to use mascara. First she wipes the makeup from her cheeks, and dries her eyes, but that doesn't erase what had just happened.

After that she pulled her hair into a ponytail and started breathing deep. Hermione needed to be rational, and figure out who had done this. Logically the main suspect was Malfoy, and that answer made no sense. One minute he was complimenting her and leaving her alone, and now, this seemed exactly the kind of thing he would do. And then the note made sense. D.M, Draco Malfoy.

It was so obvious.

And she vowed she would get revenge.