A/N: So I changed the last chapter to link to Cammy's side-story to this one, but if you read that chapter before we wrote and uploaded that story, go read 'TheExtraordinaryChameleon's No Way Songfic.

Our challenge this chapter is to do a food fight (Renesmee Tonks) and mention Pigfarts(Killing Aphrodite), so yeah... look for those in this chapter :D

Dedicated to ShelbyQueen25 because she gave me my 50th review for the story :D Now let's go for 75! Thank you to every reviewer, you all give me confidence :D

Disclaimer: Nothing's changed in the last few days, meaning I still don't own Harry Potter :-/ I also don't own Pigfarts, the StarKids do

Draco's POV

I walked back up to the school shortly after and still felt the sting from after Hermione'd slapped me.

Just be glad that's all she did. At least she forgave you. I reminded myself on the way.

Thankfully, all the boys were asleep when I arrived back and I didn't have to deal with explaining where I went and what I did... I couldn't think up an excuse, anyways.

I woke up late the next day, and when I entered the Great Hall, every other student was already there. I sat down next to Ernie, and Hermione was sitting with Rory on the other end of the table. I shot her a quick glance before grabbing food for my plate and starting a conversation with Ernie.

Sadly the conversation switched to talking about the previous night.

"So where did you go last night, Draco?" Ernie asked. Terry, sitting across from me, picked up the conversation after that.

"Yeah, Malfoy. Rendezvous with Granger or something?" He asked me.

I really despise Boot. I thought to myself.

"No, I'm done with her. I didn't realize she wasn't pureblood." I responded, crinkling my nose in disgust, for effect.

Hermione looked down the table at the three boys when she heard her name and glared at me. I, obviously, knew she was acting so I glared back and we kept eye contact for quite some time.

Hermione suddenly grabbed a small apple and chucked it at me, not caring about the teacher with glasses that enlarged her eyes that was sitting at the staff table. Hermione had miserable hand-eye coordination, though, and hit Terry Boot instead.

(Hermione's POV: I caught sight of Leanne ducking under the table.)

Draco's POV

Boot was definitely not one to take things lightly as he immediately grabbed a crescent roll and chucked it at me, this one actually hitting me square in the forehead.

Chaos ensued; All eight students were suddenly throwing foods at no one person in particular. Millicent had poured her goblet of pumpkin juice onto Hermione and Hermione reacted by grabbing a banana, quickly unpealing it, and squashing it right on top of Bulstrode's head. Bulstrode grabbed her entire bowl of porridge and smashed it on top of Rory's head, who then threw everything in reach at her.

While I was watching them, Boot managed to put some blueberry jam on a toast and slammed it onto my head. Ernie looked over and started laughing, gasping that my hair was purple. I took revenge by grabbing a bowl of lemon slices for drinks and dumped it onto Ernie's head.

Longbottom was complaining about his cereal being poured down his robe front by Millicent and had then ducked beneath the table to escape the madness. (A/N This is SPARTA. -Cammy)

Hermione's POV

I watched as the double doors slammed open and a tiny man floated in, carrying water balloons.

"Oh look! The ickle firsties are causing trouble without me! I like this selection of students!" He exclaimed, his feet ringing because of bells on his shoes.

"PEEVES! GET OUT OF THE CASTLE!" A man shouted as he ran into the room. 'Peeves' quickly tossed a couple balloons at the pirate-man and flew back through the doors.

Oh, génial. Masquer! I thought in my head, followed by taking Leanne's tip in ducking under the table. (A/N: "Oh great. Hide!")

Once under the table, I noticed that Leanne and I weren't the only ones hiding. Neville was there, too. He was sitting next to Leanne, who looked scared and happy at the same time.

It wasn't long after I hid that we heard the smallest of chuckles from the doors, followed by a loud shout of "SILENCE!".

Professor Dumbledore continued, "Will the students under the table, please, come out?"

I immediately starting to remove myself from below the table, but took my time coming into view. Neville and Leanne followed my lead.

I looked around at the other five students to see them in much worse conditions then the three of us who'd hidden.

Draco had purple hair and he had small egg fragments on his face. I remembered I was supposed to hate him, so I immediately pointed at him and gave a convincing laugh about him.

He glared back at me and clutched his hands into fists.

Dumbledore noticed what had just happened and cast a quick spell, 'Scourgify,' that cleaned the whole Great Hall along with the students inside it.

The eight students said small 'thank you's and Draco quickly grabbed a spoon to check his hair- it was back to it's original white-blonde. He sighed in relief.

I rolled my eyes at him.

Professor McGonagall entered the Great Hall just then.

"What is this? Everyone report to your rooms, now!" She shouted. The students began scrambling out, looking nervous. "Except for you two." she said, pointing at Draco and me, "You two will follow me."

We did as she said and walked with her, in silence, to a gargoyle statue. She said, "Butterscotch", and the gargoyle moved aside to give access to the stairs behind it.

She directed us to sit in a pair of seats across from a large, oak desk, and then she left the room.

Draco and I looked at each other for a minute or so and then Draco smiled at me. We both started cracking up.

"Did you see Longbottom's robes?" Draco exclaimed between fits of laughter.

I nodded and remarked, "The lemon thing was pure genius! I wish I could banana Bulstrode's hair again!"

Draco raised his hand and I high-fived it.

There was a skittering on the steps outside the door and we shut up immediately; we kept smiling, though.

We heard the doorknob turning and turned our smiles into scowls, turning our heads to look at the desk.

The door opened and Headmaster Dumbledore entered the room and looked at us.

"What happened to you two?" He asked us after he sat behind the desk, "Two days ago you two were best friends and now you're starting food fights in the Great Hall?"

I kept my eyes locked on my chair's arm in order to hide from his gaze. I had a feeling that there was some sort of magic that could let my mind be seen.

"It's nothing, Professor. We've just...found our differences to be too great. That's all." Draco muttered quietly, not meeting the Professor's gaze either.

"What about you, Miss Granger? Do you feel the same?"

I looked up, not strong enough to distract myself from the gaze anymore, and met Dumbledore's eyes. He didn't look mad, just concerned.

I nodded my head.

"Well than. Since term has not officially started, I cannot give out detention. I will, however, have to give you both... chores as punishment." Professor Dumbledore stated.

Wizarding chores?

"Chores...?" I asked the Headmaster.

Malfoy sneered, "How do you not know what chores are?" He asked me.

"I know what chores are! I was trying to ask what type of chore!" I responded, not looking at him but instead turning my head away from him and biting down on my hand.

This fake hating is fun... I couldn't help but think.

"I'll have to think over what you will both be doing; for now, go back to your dorms and apologize to your classmates for the food fight that took place.

"But..." Draco started, but I kicked his leg because he would probably just get us more 'detention' work.

Draco growled at me after the kick.

"Yes Headmaster," I said, standing up and going to the door. Draco had followed my lead and was standing behind me.

"Move it." He snarled, jostling to get out the door before me.

I followed him down the staircase and he stomped off, mad about the detention.

When he got to a turn between corridors, I caught his eye and he winked at me, saying that he didn't care about the chores and we were still... secret friends.

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The next few weeks went by, Draco and Hermione had their secret meetings after fighting in public and their friendship strengthened as time went on. It was announced that the class would finish four days before term started so that the students could go home and get any and all supplies needed for their school year.

Seven Days before the start of term

Draco's POV

Hermione and I just finished with another chore; this time we had to help Professor Binns, a ghost that was also a teacher, with scraping all the gum and feathers from the bottoms of desks.

I smirked when remembering how we'd earned the current chore: We'd been helping Professor Sprout tend to her greenhouse plants when I grabbed an opened bag of magical soil and threw a handful of it at Hermione, joking about her looking like her blood. (Hermione didn't know about that term yet and I've been meaning to tell her for a while now.) Hermione's hair actually began growing longer and I realized the magic in the dirt was a 'quick-growth' powder. Sprout was not happy when she saw Hermione's hair choking some nearby plants; she had actually grabbed some plant clippers and cut Hermione's hair, making sure it wasn't shorter then the original length. Hermione knew she should get in trouble, too, so she walked over to me, and pushed me into the bucket of dung-covered leaping toadstools.

Anyways... Now I'm on my way to the library for another secret-friend meeting, or 'SFM' as we like to call it.

I reached the library and smiled at Madam Pince before grabbing a random book in one of the shelves while searching for where Hermione was hiding this time.

I soon found her sitting against a book case about Rumors of the Wizarding World.

I took a seat next to her and opened up the book I had grabbed, it was entitled Wizarding Schools of the 20th Century.

Hermione had read a lot of the books but always had new questions for me. Today was no different.

"So are there schools in every country?" She asked today.

I shook my head, sometimes the questions were hard to explain, like this one.

"What country do you live in?" I asked her.

She quickly answered "Fr- England."

I gave her a look, but she changed the subject. "I haven't read that book," she said pointing at the one in my hands.

I pretended shock. "There is a book you haven't read?"

She made a face. "Haha, very funny. Enough with the sarcasm, may I see the book?"

I handed it over, watching her skim through the index.

"How odd...Who would call a school Pigfarts?" She mused, looking thoughtful. She started flipping through pages, searching for the chapter.

I laughed. "Haven't you ever said 'Hogwarts' out loud?"

She laughed and reached the page she was looking for. She read aloud,
"Pigfarts is a wizarding school rumored to be on Mars, no one has found out if it's there or not because they can't get there. Pigfarts is said to have a headmaster lion, Rumbleroar, who can talk, and a professor named McGonagills."

We laughed about that and talked for a few hours before dinner. I left first.

Third Person POV

Professor McGonagall said the password, and climbed the stairs to Dumbledore's office. She knocked once on the door, and entered.

"Ah, here to give me your report, Minerva?" Dumbledore chuckled, folding the Daily Prophet in half.

"Why else would I be here before term started?" She continued, not waiting for an answer. "The two are continuing their odd behavior to one another. They've received chores from almost every teacher and they seem to really dislike each other. Madam Pince has noticed them in the library at the same times, and has seen them talking once. I think your suspicions are correct. The question is, why are they doing it?"

"I believe it's safe to assume that young Mister Malfoy has different thoughts than his father on subjects and he's protecting Miss Granger from Lucius." The Headmaster answered.

"But why take such a risk? Lucius Malfoy is someone to never cross, Draco especially needs to be on his good side." The cat-woman remarked.

"We'll need to check on Mister Draco occasionally, in order to be positive that Lucius doesn't know. For now the rest of the faculty shouldn't be notified and we should pretend not to know, too."

Professor McGonagall nodded and soon exited the room.

A/N: You think the writing's gotten better as the chapters progress, right? I really hope so...

Thank you to every review, add, alert, and community :D

NEWS: Cammy and I are thinking of finishing the story at ch. 19 and then we'll tell you what the sequel will be called in Chapter 20 with a sneak peek...

We're going to read through the whole series especially for this story and you'll probably see a couple new stories from us as we get inspired.

Anything you want to add, Cammy? ~Cakey Potter

Hmm...please, more challenges, and oh! I'm going to be writing some small side stories to go accompany this. Check my profile, TheExtraordinaryChameleon, for more.

-Cammy c:

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