Exploding Chinese Plants

Hermione decided that since she had not written a letter to Harry or Ron, mostly because of the half naked incident with Malfoy, she would do so today. She searched through the scrambles of supplies in the drawers of the two person desk down stairs. She found some parchment, a quill, and then started to write in deep navy ink.

Dear Harry and Ron,

Guess what! I got Head Girl! I now live in this beautiful dorm, with a fire place and a kitchen and almost as many books as the library! I would be in paradise, if it wasn't for the fact that I had to share it with Malfoy. Yes, that's right. You heard me. Malfoy got Head Boy. Harry please tap Ron on the back, he's choking.

I was stunned when I heard. He's really starting to get on my nerves. And it's horrible living with him! He's only been here one night, and already his underwear is all over his room. He also walking in on me changing! And last night at about three in the morning, he tripped and dropped a glass of water and broke it. The git then stepped in a glass piece and cut his foot. And he reminded me about my parents. Then when I stormed off, he got angry that I wouldn't tell him why. So, this morning, he locked me out of our shared bathroom and refused to let me in until I told him. I was about to explode! I bet he would like that.

I miss you guys already, and good luck with your Auror training. I'm positive you'll both do fine. Tell everyone I said hi and that I miss them as well.

Wish me luck,

Love,

Hermione

Hermione slipped the letter in an envelope. She sealed it, and addressed it to Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, Bedroom below the attic, The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, England. Before heading to breakfast, she ran by the Owlery, which was a few corridors from the Head Dorms, to send the letter.

In the Great Hall, of small part Hermione noticed a familiar head of ginger hair, only this time, it was seated at the Staff table. This part being small, Hermione never actually saw the ginger man, and paid him no attention. Hermione sat next to Neville, and on the Slytherin side, Blaise Zibani. As Hermione was piling eggs on her plate, the Italian next to her lightly poked her shoulder. Hermione turned towards him.

"Hey Granger, have you seen Draco? I know you guys live in the same dorm." Blaise asked. Hermione blushed. Even though she was rather fond of this Slytherin, she wished he had not said that, as Pansy Parkinson flared with jealously and looked as if ready to strangle the Gryffindor.

"No, I have not. Last time I saw him was when he was refusing to let me use the bathroom." A few giggles were heard, and Hermione realized that what she had said was almost as bad a what Blaise had said.

"What were you doing in the bathroom with Draco?" Pansy asked threateningly. Her short black hair crackled with energy.

"Nothing. We sadly have to share a bathroom, and he refused to let me in." Hermione said, scowling and turning back to Neville, who was talking about a rare plant in the forests of China, which explodes if something comes to close to it. That's actually kind of cool, Hermione thought.

"Hey, Neville. Can I barrow some of your Herbology books? They sound interesting." Hermione asked.

"Sure thing. I'll swing by the Head's Dorm during lunch break." Neville smiled and took the paper Hermione had handed him which had instructions to get to the tower, but then turned away as Luna came over. Hermione could tell the boy was love sick. He was barely hearing a word the blond said, and he agreed very enthusiastically with Luna when she said that his hearing problems must be because of Nargles, who, according to ANLR, or Association of Nargle Locating and Researching, say Nargles like to nest in close to humans, because they get easily cold and love the warmth.

After breakfast, Hermione made her way to the DADA class room. Defense Against the Dark Arts was her first class, with none other than the Slytherins. When she entered, she once again noticed the flaming hair, and this time she paid more attention.

"Well, hello there, Hermione. Nice to see you again." Said the scared, smiling face of Bill Weasley. Hermione smiled back. Though she had not known Bill for very long, she knew he was good at fighting spells.

"Hey Bill, It's nice to see you again too. Haven't seen you since the wedding." Hermione said, thinking back to when Voldemort was still in control. Then a sudden question appeared.

"Bill, you're the new DADA teacher? What about Fleur and the baby on the way?" Hermione asked, feeling annoyed as the class watched her have a conversation with the teacher, whom she did not call professor, but instead, Bill.

"Fleur and the baby will be fine. She's staying with Molly, and when the baby's born, we have another substitute to take over for a while. And yes, since I am your teacher, you should call me Professor Weasley, instead of Bill. The class is getting suspicious." Bill winked and moved to stand in front of his desk with a smirk.

"Sorry, Bil-Professor Weasley." Hermione said as she sat at her table. Some students eyed Hermione, but Bill spoke up at the front of the class room.

"I am Professor Weasley, you probably know my sister Ginny," Ginny blushed at the back of the class, and Bill laughed at her. "And I'm sure you know Ron, Percy, George, and Fr- Erm...Fred."

Bill coughed awkwardly, and no one spoke up, for they knew as well that Fred had died.

"I am you Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and yes," He laughed again, lightening up the atmosphere. "I know what a risk it is for DADA professors. I have heard from my family how many teachers you lot have gone through." The class gave a small laugh, seemingly uncomfortable and eying Bill's scared face.

"Doesn't seem like he understands very well, he is a Weasley after all." Hermione heard Malfoy whisper from the back of the class, and she turned to stare disapproving at him. Bill, surprisingly laughed once more.

"Ahh, yes. Draco, isn't it? I've heard about you. My family tried to stop me when I told them I signed up for this job. They told me to watch out for the amazing bouncing ferret." Bill said with a smirk, and every one in the class burst out laughing, even some of the people who had not witnessed the transformation, for information spreads around this school very quickly, and everyone knew about how Draco was turned to a snow white ferret in 4th year, and was shoved down Goyle's pants. Draco turned as red as Bill's hair, a very sudden change to his pale pointed features. Bill shushed everyone, except Draco, who was stunned to silence.

Hermione was leaving the class room after a very successful day with Bill. She laughed along with Ginny and Neville, who were still going on about how Bill had told off Draco.

"Did you see his face? It was as red as my hair!" Ginny screeched, doubling over in laughing once more.

"Ya, I did. Serves him right, too." Neville replied, his not so chubby face smiling.

"Bill should have started here way earlier. Maybe Malfoy wouldn't be such a prat now." Hermione giggled, hefting the books she was carrying more securely into her arms. Ginny snorted.

"Maybe." She said, laughing again.

"You're not the one who has to live with him. It's horrible living with him! He's only been here one night, and his underwear is already all over his room. And last night at about three in the morning, he tripped and dropped a glass of water and broke it. He then cut his foot on a glass piece because he refused to be patient and wait to find the pieces. And he reminded me about my parents. Then when I stormed off, he got angry that I wouldn't tell him why. So, this morning, he locked me out of our shared bathroom and refused to let me in until I told him!" Hermione cried, and Neville and Ginny started laughing.

"Why are you laughing! It's torture living with him!" Hermione insisted, seemingly thinking that her two friends had not gotten the picture.

"It's nothing, Hermione. Just thinking about Malfoy's underpants." Ginny giggled again. "Did they look like they were tight fitting?"

"Ginny!" Hermione and Neville gasped together, and Ginny snorted with laughter once more. Hermione lightly smacked her arm, and Neville looked grossed out, making false barfing faces.

"I wasn't looking that close, nor will I ever. And you have a boyfriend, so you should not be caring about the tightness of Malfoy's underwear... I can not believe I just said that. You, Ginny Weasley, are a bad influence on me!" Hermione cried, her eyes bulging at the fact that she was discussing the Slytherin's underwear with a Weasley.

"Yes, yes I am. Now, what are you going to do about it?" Ginny asked, tears leaking from her bright brown eyes as she laughed. She stood in front of Hermione with her hands on her hips, waiting for the brunette's response. She remained silent. There really wasn't any thing to do.

"That's what I though." Ginny said, moving back into the line they had formed. Hermione and Ginny laughed, and Neville set to work trying to find something red that matched the face of Malfoy after he was told off.

"What about that red candle in the bracket over there? Or maybe that Hufflepuff's notebook? Or..." Neville said, pointing in random directions. Hermione snapped her fingers.

"What about Ginny's hair?" Hermione suggested, and she watched as Ginny tried to make it so her eyes could see her hair. She finally gave up.

"And what about the thing dangling from your neck?" Ginny asked, and she gave Neville's bright red and gold Gryffindor tie a tap before walking to Greenhouse Seven.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy, we're shifting around some people's rooms in my house, plus school starts soon. I promise to update sooner! You can count on it, because so far I love writing this story.

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