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Chapter 3: Perfect

Draco Malfoy could not believe his luck. There she was, all alone, sitting by a small table in the library. Hermione Granger. Her two watchdogs, St. Pothead and The Weasel, was nowhere to be seen. All the other students had also left the library, most likely because they found wasting such a beautiful autumn day like this one inside, unbearable.

This was his chance. He just knew it. Destiny was on his side. The chair opposite her was even a little bit pulled out, as if inviting him to sit down.

He'd finally be able to talk to her alone.

Perfect.

A normal guy would at least have been a little bit nervous; after all, Hermione hated him, no denying that. But this was Draco Malfoy, with an ego at the size of Great Britain (and a little bit of Ireland). Also, he knew what he wanted, and Malfoys always got what they wanted.

He walked up to her, smiling at how engorged she was in her book. She hadn't even noticed him yet. Draco decided to change that.

"Granger" he greeted, sitting down opposite her.

She jumped with surprise, but the surprised look soon changed into a frown when she saw who had interrupted her.

"Malfoy, what do you want?" Giving him no time to answer she continued. "If you're just here to annoy me, please go away. I really have to read this."

Draco looked at her book. Hogwarts, a history. Really, now.

"Nice try Granger, but I happen to know that you've read that book before, about eight times! Though I can't figure out why you'd like me to leave… Most girls seem to love my presence!"

Hermione gave him a confused look. "How did you know that?"

"Well, if you are such a handsome guy as I am, you notice things about girls-"

She rolled her eyes. "Not that! The fact that I've read Hogwarts a history eight times before? Even Harry and Ron wouldn't notice that!"

"Well… I… Errr…" Draco! You can't tell her you've been stalking her! Quick! Say something smart! NOW!

"Nice weather today! Perfect time for reading in the library! Mind if I sit down?"

Hermione gave him an odd look.

"You're already sitting."

"I knew that!" Draco coughed to hide his embarrassment and the chose to change the subject. "Why are you reading Hogwarts a history anyways?"

"Leave me alone Malfoy." Geez, Granger could be rude.

"Not until you answer my question!" Well, two could play that game.

"NO!"

"That's not answer enough!"

"Go away, Ferret"

"Ouch, that hurt! Hmm… no."

"Yes, you will leave now!"

"No I won't!"

"Yes you will!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"QUIET!"

Madame Pince gave them a stern look. Hermione smiled innocently at her before turning to Draco.

"See what you did!"

"You could have just answered me" he said smirking.

Hermione made a frustrated noise. "Whatever! I was looking for facts about the room of requirement… but I can't find the page anymore!"

"Well" Draco said, thinking. "I reckon there was something on page 395…"

Hermione turned to the page. "Oh yes! Here it is! Thank you so… HEY! How did you know where it was?"

Draco smirked. "I don't know about your imbecile friends, but I have read Hogwarts a history…"

Hermione could not believe it. She had seriously thought she was the only one in the whole school who had read the book. And here was someone who also had read it, right there, in front of her, in the library! She didn't care if that person happened to be Draco "The-Insufferable-Git-Who's-Called Her-The-M-word-Countless-Times-And-Just-Insulted-Her-Friends" Malfoy (short: Draco TIGWCHTMCTAJIHF Malfoy), she finally had someone to discuss a book with! Also, he had been oddly nice today. Therefore, Hermione jumped straight into a conversation with Draco Malfoy about the enchanted roof in the great hall.

"Ron!" Harry yelled at his best friend. "Drop that sandwich and come here!"

"Why?" Ron tried to ask, but since he had stuffed his mouth with food it sounded like "Aye?"

Harry showed him the letter he just got from a small brown owl:

Dear Harry, and not so dear Ronal;

Here are the candies you asked for. Since they still officially are under progress, they won't cost you anything (except that Ron has to do our chores for a month, but ickle Ronnie doesn't mind, does he?).

We call them truth toffee. The candies contain small amounts of veritaserum to make the victim spill all his secrets for about 10 minutes. They will also turn your hair pink (we're still trying to fix that…) Also, if you want everyone to hear what he says; just cast a snorus charm on the toffees. Be sure to bring a camera.

Love (but not that kind of love) Gred and Forge

Ron smiled wickedly.

Perfect.

"What is that?" Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe were relaxing by the black lake when suddenly Crabbe had opened a box of chocolates.

"I dunno. Took it from a first year." Crabbe grunted, looking quite satisfied with himself.

"Wait!" Blaise said. The chocolate looked suspicious. He brought it to his nose and sniffed. They smelled funny, like vanilla shampoo, perfume and expensive textiles… "Amortentia! These are spiked with love potion!" How in the name of Merlin had a first year got his hands on these?

Crabbe looked dumb.

"Uhhhh whatcha' gonna to do with them…?"

Blaise thought for a while. He should report them to a teacher, he really should, but oh how many wonderful pranks these darlings could be used for…

An idea popped up in his head. He grinned.

"You know what Crabbe? Potty and Weasel are in for a real treat…"

Hermione walked out of the library feeling very odd. She couldn't believe she had spent the entire afternoon in the library with Draco Malfoy. And she had actually enjoyed it. It felt sort of surreal. But at the same time, she felt like she had made a new friend. Or, at least, lost an old enemy.

Maybe he is finally growing up, she thought as she walked down the stairs to the Great Hall.

Who would have thought?

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