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It had been a long day, filled with homework, quizzes and studying, of which Hermione was currently engaged in. She was presently flipping through a stack of books, trying to find the best one with which to study. She was half way through the stack when her eyes began to droop, the past couple weeks catching up with her. She hadn't been sleeping well, always on guard, trying to anticipate when Malfoy would strike. But instead of staying one step ahead, she had been running herself haggard. The last thought before she dozed off was that Malfoy was really a horrible, nasty git.
Draco had been observing Hermione the past couple weeks, and had seen her slowly becoming more and more frazzled. He felt bad, but he wasn't about to let her off the hook. For Merlin's sake, the bloody woman had dyed his hair pink, and though it had faded a bit, it still was not gone. He was contemplating ways to get back at her, as he entered the Head tower. As he stepped inside his ears were met with a soft whistling noise, he turned and found Hermione fast asleep amongst towering stacks of books. Walking over he gazed at her face, which was now peaceful in sleep. Reaching out he brushed a tendril of hair off her cheek. As the lock of hair brushed over his knuckle, he got an idea. Going back to his room he proceeded to dig around in his trunk, looking for something Blaise had given his at Christmas. With success he pulled out a wand, of course he had never used it, what with it being a Weasley product and all, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Striding back to the slumbering witch, he waved the wand in the air above her and snuck back into his room, being very careful not to wake her.
Hermione awoke, a huge crick in her neck, and glanced over at her watch. That done she started to slowly get up, only to grab her watch again and swear.
"Damn! I'm late! Dear Merlin, I hope I didn't miss anything good," she exclaimed, hurriedly throwing her stuff in her bag and dashing out of the tower.
The first thing Hermione heard when she walked into class was laughing, or in some cases bellowing. Wondering what was so funny, she made her way to her seat, and so did every eye in the classroom. Feeling uncomfortable with the attention, Hermione ignored them and took out her book, and focused her gaze on the teacher, who was also laughing and staring straight at her.
"What's everyone staring at?" Hermione demanded, glaring at her fellow students.
A nearby girl headed Hermione a mirror, "Look for yourself."
Hermione grabbed the mirror apprehensively, dread settling in her stomach. Holding the mirror in her shaking hands, she slowly looked and saw a full mustache and beard staring back at her. With a gasp, she dropped the mirror and ran out of the room, her embarrassment evident.
Trudging up the stairs to the infirmary, Hermione tried to hide her face as much as possible, but the beards bushiness just couldn't be contained. As she walked into the room, Madame Pomfrey clucked and ushered her unto a chair.
"Well dearie, what do we have here?" she asked, looking closely at Hermione, "Oh yes, this looks like one of the Weasley's products, a fake wand I believe."
Hermione rolled her eyes, as Madame Pomfrey bustled away, who would've thought that the two of them would think alike and use things they would've never have used before. Ugh, why didn't she just hex him when she had the chance, and deal with the consequences as they came. But she had started it, and she wasn't about to end it now, Malfoy would wish he had never messed with her when this was over. But right now she needed to focus on how to rid herself of this annoyingly itchy facial hair.
"Well my dear, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that this can be reversed, but the bad thing is I am out of the reversing wands that the Weasley's provided me with."
"Great! So I either have to owl them or go down to Hogsmeade and get one. Yea, that's gonna work, I'll just go and ask Mrs. McGonagall right now, I'm sure she'll let me go," Hermione said sarcastically, storming out of the infirmary.
Irritated, she made her way to McGonagall's office, when she got there she used the password to let herself in.
"Mrs. McGonagall?"
"Yes Ms. Granger? What is it that you needed," McGonagall answered, as she turned, "Oh Merlin! What happened to you, dear?"
"Malfoy…he used one of twins' wands on me. Which is why I'm here," Hermione muttered, "Madame Pomfrey is out of reversing wands, and I need permission to go into Hogsmeade and get one."
"Yes, I see. Well I can't let you go by yourself off course, you know," she replied, writing a note and sending it off, "Since Mr. Malfoy was the one who did this, and since I'm aware that he wants to get his normal hair color back."
Hermione flushed, "Yea, about that…"
"I don't need details Ms. Granger. But in light of all of that, I am sending Mr. Malfoy with you."
"What! How do you know he won't hand me off to the nearest threat? He's probably a Death Eater you know," Hermione shouted.
"Ms. Granger!" McGonagall said disapprovingly, giving her a stern look, "I'm aware that Mr. Malfoy's family has a reputation, but until he is proven guilty, you are to assume he is a regular student, albeit one with radical views of other wizards. Now you will meet Mr. Malfoy at the Room of Requirement and proceed to Hogsmeade. Please make sure you are back before curfew and be safe, now go!"
Hermione, who had up till now been sitting in shocked silence, snapped back to the present and walked out of the office.
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