OK, well this chapter took longer to write than expected but at least it was faster than last time. For all those people who read the 3rd chapter and found it exactly the same as the 1st chapter, I have fixed that so there should be a real chapter there. It's really short so it won't take long to read. Of course, for everyone else who has already read the real 3rd chapter then you obviously don't need to read it again. This is my longest chapter so far so enjoy!
chapter 4
Hermione was about to enter the great hall with Harry and Ron at her sides when she was violently bashed into by someone. She instantly turned around to glare at the pitiless Slytherin prince.
"What the hell was that for?" yelled Hermione. This wasn't unusual behavior coming from him so there was absolutely no reason for her to be getting mad but she excused herself since she had had a horrible week.
"Nothing mud-" The blond wizard was cut short realizing that his nick-name for her would no longer be suitable and would sound completely irrelevant given the circumstances. Bad habits die hard, let's just hope she'll die faster. He thought as his trademark smirk spread across his face. He quite liked the idea of seeing her in a coffin before having to lose his old nick-name for her. His smirk was erased when he realized that that would be illegal. But being sent to Azkaban wasn't the issue. The issue was that his father would be there and Lucius would no doubt take the opportunity to initiate Draco in the Death Eaters circle.
"I'm so sorry partner." He spat out the last word as if it were an abominable cuss.
Hermione turned to look at her two best friends to give the signal to attack. She didn't care if the entire student body were watching as long as it meant getting rid of Draco. She then realized that Harry and Ron had already left to indulge themselves in the feast. Pathetic! They'd choose food over me any day. She thought. But she then decided to make use of their absence to speak to Malfoy about their difficult...circumstances.
"You didn't, you know, tell anyone now did you?" asked Hermione, lowering her voice considerably.
"Did you?" he contradicted.
"I did what had to be done." She said with a little smirk that worried Draco. "So yes, I did tell them the truth." she continued while remembering all of the exaggerations that she had added in her favor. "But you still haven't answered my question." Hermione persisted.
"Well, I might have added a few things." said Draco with a mysterious sparkle in his eye.
"What, exactly, did you tell people." asked Hermione with a dangerous calm. Though she had done that too, it was nowhere close to his level.
"You know, a bit of truth, a bit of lie. Nothing to dramatic Granger." His cocky grin was now back. Oh, how he loved to piss off the Gryffindor princess.
Hermione then grabbed his upper arms with all her force, the skin under her iron grip turning white. She wondered how long it would take for the professors to reach them before she murdered him.
Draco knew this and immediately found an idea before he was nothing but a corps. He didn't know how talented the witch was when it came to the unforgivable curse and didn't want to figure it out this way either.
"Not now in front of everyone. I'm sorry, but quite frankly, you're not very good at flirting and you're not really my type. At least wait for a more private place if you're that desperate." Draco said much louder than necessary. Everyone grew quiet in the Great Hall and turned towards the famous enemies of the school who happened to be in record braking proximity of each other. To make things worse, Hermione's and Draco's stories from the train ride had now been told to the Hufflepuffs and the Ravenclaws. It was only a few seconds later that the brightest witch of the age finally comprehended what on earth Malfoy had meant and why everyone was staring at them.
"Oh...Oh, wait, no! That's revolting!" She then jerked her hands away from him as though his mere touch burned her skin.
"Hey Granger, just because you get to marry him doesn't mean you get dibs on him all the time. I am still his girlfriend ya know." Came the high pitch sneer of Draco Malfoy's former girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson.
But before Hermione could answer, Draco cut in tiredly "Pansy, we already discussed this. It's over, move on, I don't really care what you do, just don't keep acting like we're together."
"So wait, you actually dumped Pansy for the know-it-all? I'm sorry, but that's just wrong mate." said Blaise Zabini from his seat at the Slytherin table, beside Pansy.
At this last remark, Pansy rushed out of the Great Hall with her hands covering her tear-stricken face.
"Talk about a good start to a new year." mumbled Draco, shaking his head.
"No wonder you and Pansy went out for so long. You're both overly emotional and in those moments you completely lose all rational thoughts, like Ron. Though he wouldn't go running at the minister while thrashing his arms about, attempting to injure the poor old man without even thinking about using a wand." said Harry.
"Hey, I can hear you and I can think clearly whenever I please." bellowed Ron with a mouth full of mashed potatoes.
"I do think our little Ronnikinz has finally found a soul mate just as idiotic and emotional as him!" Fred exclaimed affectionately from the professors table.
"A bit easier on the eyes, mind you. That may be caused by the fact that she is practically all superficial!" added George from his seat beside his twin.
"Are you sure? I could have sworn her big toe on her left foot was real." replied Fred.
At this point, not only Ron's ears and neck were matching his bright red hair but also his entire face. "Shut it you bloody-"
"No no no." George cut in, in a sing song voice. "Notty notty notty you are today. You wouldn't want to start off the year by packing your bags now would you?"
"You can't expel me. You're only substitutes, not headmasters or heads of any houses or even real teachers for Merlin's sake!" Ron exploded.
"We're dearly sorry little baby brother, let us restart. Since we are substitutes we can, in fact, send an owl to mum which I'm sure she would just love to give you a good beating for in return. And we wouldn't want that to happen to our favorite brother" said Fred.
"Our favorite other than Charlie-" added George.
"Or Percy-"
"Or Bill."
"Well you're our favorite little brother other than all of our other brothers." finished Fred.
"Just like Ginny's our favorite little sister since we don't have any other sisters to prefer." George said.
"And even if you did have any other sisters," Ginny threatened. "you'd still prefer me because, if not, Ron wouldn't be the only one having nightmares every night."
Ron now just stuck to glaring and grumbling.
"You see little brother, she actually will follow up with her threats. You should take notes." said Fred.
"But for now, you should just stick to keeping your mouth shut and showing your superiors some respect." finished George contentedly.
"How the bloody hell were you two gits ever hired." asked Ron to no one in particular.
"I can't fathom an answer to that Weasley. They were the worst thing that ever happened to Hogwarts while they were students. Finally, after seven horrific years, they were gone. But the joy was not to last, for nothing more than a year later they returned. I've been searching for some kind of sensible quality that they might have hidden under all those layers of pathetic pranks. For instance, they're not horrible at potions but they've even turned that into a mockery. After the countless amount of time that I have put into searching, I have finally come up empty handed. If ever anyone does find one, it will be nothing short of a miracle" sneered professor Snape.
In answer to this, the twins wiped invisible tears from their faces and played their invisible violins.
"Oo! I found one!" squealed Professor Sprout in pure joy.
"We completely agree with Professor Sprout. We just keep finding new qualities every day. Ever wonder dear colleague, Severus, why we can't keep the girls off us while you're still mourning over a certain lady from your own stay at Hogwarts as a student. Maybe we could teach you a few things old Sevy!" exclaimed George.
This was followed by numerous incoherent insults and death threats from the potions master.
"Well, you two are quite funny but I didn't just find that quality in you two now. What I found is this lima bean in my salad. I do love lima beans, you know. Yum!" said professor Sprout in her bubbly and childish voice after popping her lima bean into her mouth.
"Random..." started Fred.
"But we'll take that as a compliment!" finished his twin.
"You're very welcome then!" replied their smiling colleague.
"Am I the only sensible one here?" bellowed the greasy haired Snape.
"Hey, what about me Severus?" demanded professor McGonagall.
"Well you are the head of the house which combined colors makes orange. Who the bloody hell likes orange? Who the bloody hell would even wear orange?" Snape replied, disgusted at the mere thought of someone wearing orange.
This was answered with a glare by McGonagall until she spotted Luna Lovegood wearing an orange jacket.
For once this loony will be useful, thought the professor as a smile spread across her face.
"Lovegood is wearing an orange jacket and I must say, it does look smashing on her. Don't you agree Severus?" McGonagall said proudly.
"I don't know if you've realized you're speaking of the girl who talks to nargles, the girl who sees and feeds imaginary horses who apparently pull the carriages to the castle and the girl who is afraid of checkered clothing!" Snape said, looking at Luna as if she were an alien of some sorts.
"She's afraid of... checkered clothing? Are you sure Severus? That could easily just be another rumor-"
"I've seen it first hand, Minerva." cut in Snape. "And I am never, I repeat never going to wear checkered socks again. So personally, I don't exactly count her as a sensible human being." Snape said, then tried to push back the memory of the young girl screaming at the top of her lungs because of his socks.
"Well, you can think that I'm not sensible but you certainly can't say a thing about our beloved and utterly mature Headmaster." McGonagall said, completely sure of herself.
They both turned to face the highly respected wizard as a kernel of corn, that he had just placed in his nose moments ago, was now coming out of his mouth.
"He's, ummm... special?" answered McGonagall.
Snape snorted at his colleague's choice of words.
Dumbledoor then threw that same kernel of corn at a misbehaving student shouting "There's more where that came from!"
"I think he might be a bit more than special." replied Snape, deeply trying not to throw up from the disgusting sequence that they had just assisted.
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