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A/N: Hey guys! I am so, so, so sorry for the super delayed update! The last month has been the busiest, what with school ending and all that fuss. So, once again sorry for the super long time it took for me to update. To make it up to you guys by even the slightest bit, this one is a tid bit longer than the recent chapters. I can’t promise to be updating regularly or quickly either. I have to take summer school to get ahead and I’m pretty sure that’s going to take most of my time this summer break. But fear not, I have not forgotten my story. I’ll try and finish writing it so all I’ll have to do is keep adding chapters. Thanks so much for all the reads and reviews! I love getting reviews, and I don’t really care if they’re compliments, ideas, insults, or constructive criticism, they all matter to me. All I care is that I get your opinions on them. So thanks so much, you have all helped me become a better writer. :]

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Katrina

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Chapter 11-Draco’s Revenge

Malfoy sat atop his bed the night after the great nudity prank. Granger gave up on him and told him to wash his hair and never use that bottle of hair cream. After that, his nude form wasn’t exposed in public anymore. Although he wasn’t chicken enough to tell Dumbledore, that would ruin the fun. Let Granger be as guilty as she wants to be. Let her die from guilt.

He wasn’t embarrassed at all about Hermione and her stupid prank of exposing his body. He has nothing to be ashamed of. After all, his reputation as the Slytherin God isn’t just a whole bunch of bullshit. Most girls in the Slytherin House as well as a few from Ravenclaw know that. Nope, embarrassed was hardly a word to describe how he was feeling right now.

He was just furious. How dare Granger do something as daring as that. Didn’t she know that he was far more capable of…darker things to do to her as revenge. Hell yes, he would seek revenge and he would make sure it will ruin her reputation. Maybe his prank wouldn’t be as dark as he wants it to be, but getting back on someone like Granger is so easy it’s no use using dark magic. She’s too innocent for that.

Malfoy has it already planned out. With the help of his best friend Blaise Zabini, as well as the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team, he would make Hermione Granger one dumb girl for a whole day. It was easy.

Originally, his prank was going to last two weeks, but he realized that that time was too long and would raise suspicions almost instantly, starting with day one. So, it’s just going to last one day. Also, instead of hiding Potter or Weasel in a closet, he’d just get Blaise to start a distraction.

So this was his plan. He knows that tomorrow was the second Tuesday of the month, which meant that the Gryffindor Quidditch team has the pitch reserved for the day. This is the perfect opportunity for a distraction, especially because Potter, Weasel, and Weaselette are all in the team. While they are peacefully practicing outside, Granger would be in the Heads’ Quarters. Malfoy would then drink polyjuice potion to be one of them and pretend to be them. He would slip some Dumb Serum to pumpkin juice and offer it to Granger in the Great Hall at breakfast. If she asks why that person is there, he would simply say he skipped practice and wanted to talk. Then, he would use some homework as an excuse and say he has to run to the Gryffindor Common Room after Granger has already drunk the pumpkin juice. And for the rest of the day, every time someone asks her a question and she knows the answer, she’d be forced to say the wrong thing. It was the most brilliant plan there ever was.

So now, here he was lying on top of his bed smirking the biggest smirk ever known to humankind. Tomorrow would be the best day of his life. He would make sure it was Granger’s worst. With that on his mind, he took off his clothes, until he’s only wearing his green silk boxers, getting ready for bed. But just as he was pulling back the covers of his big green king sized bed, he heard a crash downstairs. Grabbing his wand on the bed side table, he cautiously walked to his door. He exited his room and went down the staircase that led to the shared common room. Upon reaching it, he had to stifle a laugh. Apparently, karma came quicker than he had originally expected.

For there, crouching on the ground, hovering over broken bottles and vials, and completely naked, was Hermione Granger. Karma was really brilliant. He guessed that the potion she used on him was what was on the vials, and that they just got in contact with Hermione’s skin.

“Need a little help over there Granger?” Malfoy asked smirking. He had to admit, Granger looked hot.

Hermione’s head whipped around so fast, Malfoy could’ve sworn it broke. Her eyes narrowed. “Not from you thank you. Besides, what are you doing down here half naked?”

Malfoy’s smirk grew even bigger. “No, the bigger question here is what are you doing here naked?”

Hermione instantly turned red. “Oh no,” she said half-heartedly. She turned back to him. “What are you doing still looking, TURN AROUND!!”

Malfoy laughed. “No, I rather take pleasure in torturing you than turn around thank you. After all, that body is nothing to be ashamed of.”

Hermione didn’t know whether to take that as a compliment or insult. She decided on the latter and yelled, “Ugh, you insufferable git!” She reached for the pillow in the sofa and threw it at Malfoy’s face, just in time to muffle the insult he was about to throw.

Her mind was clouded at that moment and she wasn’t thinking very clearly; she was simply too embarrassed. Instead of dashing and running out of the room while Malfoy had the pillow on his face, she just stood there, with both her hands on her hips, looking very Mrs. Weasley-like.

Malfoy finally got the pillow out and tossed it back to Hermione. “Granger, Granger, Granger. I thought you were smart? That was the perfect opportune moment to run, but no, you’re much dumber to think that.” He said with a smirk, “there, take that to cover yourself. Besides, why are you so afraid of me seeing you naked?”

Hermione covered herself with the small pillow, which surprisingly covered her in the areas needed. She rolled her eyes. “Well of course I would be afraid of you seeing me naked! You’re a hormonal teenage boy! Need I say more?”

He feigned to be thinking while scratching his chin lightly. “Ah of course, but Granger, you should know enough about me and my reputation to know that my… needs are taken care of by other people. And, that the last thing I want is those needs to be satisfied by you.” He said the last word pointing at her. She turned beet red with embarrassment. He laughed.

“But… you’re… ugh!” With that, she turned around heading to the set of staircase that will lead her up to her room. But she was quickly called back.

“Oh and Granger?” Malfoy said.

She turned around waiting for him to continue, all the while her golden brown eyes narrowing to slits. One perfectly arched brow went up, indicating him to go on.

“Have you completely forgotten the fact that you’re a witch?” He said with a small laugh. He flicked his wand and the mess she made was now gone, floor was once again spotless.
“Although I’d rather you take care of your own clothing.”

Hermione screamed. He laughed. With Hermione angry, and Malfoy pleased, they both went up to their rooms to have a good night’s sleep.

Hermione was more irritated than ever. Just because she pulled that little prank on Malfoy, her life was now completely miserable. She now knew that Malfoy’s motive for the rest of the year was to make her life the worst it’s ever been. She should have thought the consequences thoroughly before diving into that little scheme.

Malfoy on the other hand was having a pretty dandy time. His revenge on Hermione Granger just got all the more interesting.

With both teens preoccupied with their own thoughts, they fell into deep sleep.

The next morning found a very elated Malfoy and a frowning Hermione. She knew, just knew that something bad was going to happen today. She wasn’t sure what, but she hoped that her instincts were wrong.

Malfoy however was very, very happy. Today was the day he would finally get revenge on Hermione for doing that little nude prank on him. Today was the day Hermione Granger would finally be wrong. With that thought on his mind, he got up and went straight to their shared bathroom. After getting dressed and making sure he looked as perfect as usual, he went down to the portrait hole to wait for Blaise.

It didn’t take Blaise more than five minutes to get there. His school bag, which usually was very empty was now a little bulkier, filled with a few bottles of polyjuice potion and the Dumb Serum. They made extra polyjuice potion and bought extra Dumb Serum just to make sure they wouldn’t run short, or even for future pranks. Their plan was already laid out last night, every single detail has been taken care of, it has been rehearsed in their minds a couple of time already, and basically the whole plan has just been perfected the night before. They just have to make sure that all things go well and everything goes as planned, or rather expected, and Draco is going to get revenge.

“Good morning Draco.” Blaise greeted politely.

“Blaise. Granger’s still asleep. Her bedroom door is still closed and seeing as it is still an early hour which means that we still have at least an hour and a half to do this right and quickly.”

Blaise nodded. “Do you want to start now? I looked on my way here, and I think the Gryffindor team is already down at the Pitch. You know how Potter likes it, bright and early in the morning, when ‘the grass is still wet and the sun low in the sky’” he said making air quotes pretending to be Harry.

Malfoy laughed. “Does he really say that?”

Blaise grinned and shook his head saying, “No, I just felt like making fun of him.”

Malfoy laughed some more. “Well I think that’s enough teasing for now. We’ll have more to laugh about later when Granger finally gets something wrong.”

Blaise suddenly tuned serious. “You know that it only works when she’s answering verbally right?”

Malfoy gave a quick nod. “I know. Now let’s go over this again. The Gryffindor team has just started practice. They’d be done in, oh, about two hours. I know for sure Granger’s going to be down at the Great Hall in an hour. I know her schedule, I’ve been living with her for about three months now. Anyways, I will drink the polyjuice potion about an hour from now, seeing as it only lasts an hour. Okay? I just need you to really distract the Gryffindor team. I need you-”

“To start a fight with St. Potter and of course the polyjuice potion and the Dumb Serum,” Blaise said finishing Malfoy’s sentence. Malfoy nodded.

With that said, they both nodded courtly to each other and Blaise gave Malfoy the bottles. Blaise then left to proceed to the Slytherin Table in the Great Hall to gather the team and create the commotion that Draco needed. Malfoy went back inside the common room.

He sat on one of the large beige couches that were situated smack in the middle of their large common room. He waited for about half an hour before deciding to add some of the lock of hair he took out of Weasel’s head the last time they saw each other on the hallway. He had hair samples from all of the Gryffindorks but decided to use Weasel just because it is more fun that way, especially because of the feelings he had been harboring for Granger ever since fourth year. It is rather pathetic to see him try with all his best and she goes ignoring him endlessly.

The polyjuice potion bubbled a little and turned the slightest bit of brown, rather than the greenish tinge it originally had. He actually had second thoughts about drinking it before realizing that he was being such a coward. With that thought on his mind, he drowned the whole vial and felt the effects immediately.

He ran to the bathroom to see himself changing. In front of him in the mirror, he saw himself turning into Weasley and it made him sick to the stomach. He’s already rehearsed what to say last night. It was pretty easy, he just needs to be dumb and pathetic, really. A satisfied grin on his face, he made his way out to sneak onto the Great Hall without Granger noticing. His plan didn’t work out however.

Hermione ignored the queasy feeling in her stomach and got up from bed. She dressed into her uniform very quickly, got her school bag, and filled it with all the necessary supplies and books needed for that day. She went down to the common room to get to the Great Hall to eat breakfast, thinking that the feeling in her stomach was only caused by hunger.

However, the first thing she saw upon reaching the common room was a mass of red hair.

“Ron? What are you doing here?”

Malfoy turned around, “Oh hello ‘Mione. I just thought I’d drop by and pick you up before heading to breakfast.” He said with a forced smile.

She smiled. “That’s really sweet of you. But don’t you have practice today? Harry would get really mad if you weren’t there.”

“No, I asked him and he said I could miss it for today. Shall we?” He asked offering his arm to her.

“We shall.” She linked her arm to his and they walked down to the Great Hall.

Malfoy didn’t know what on Merlin’s name got onto his head for him to offer his arm to Granger. Just thinking of all the germs he’s accumulating is making him slightly queasy.

Upon reaching the hall, they sat down to the Gryffindor Table. It was a good thing that he was linked to Hermione because he almost walked straight to the Slytherin Table. They sat down on the center of the table. Malfoy, being a guy, started piling his plate with food. He might not be Ronald Weasley, but he’s still a guy. And guys love to eat, although unlike the Weasels, he has more manners.

They began eating, Malfoy deciding to make a move later on. Hermione noticed right off the bat that ‘Ron’ was eating more appropriately today. She furrowed her brow in confusion.

“Ron, are you sick? You seem to have acquired the table manners you’ve long since lost overnight.” She said quite amused.

Malfoy froze. Damn. He knew he should have been more careful. Of course Granger would have noticed that. She was after all very, very, very observant.

“Eh. Must be the weather.” He said in a very debonair fashion. For the rest of breakfast, Hermione thought that Ron was acting really strangely, but decided to just disregard it as it might start yet another bicker. On one particular big bite of scrambled eggs, she swallowed incorrectly and was just about choking. Malfoy saw this as an opportunity to give her the pumpkin juice. So in one very swift movement, he took an empty goblet from the table, put some pumpkin juice in it, slipped some Dumb Serum, and gave it to Hermione.

“Hermione, are you okay? Here, drink some of this,” to which she gladly obliged.

“Thanks Ron.” She flashed him a smile. He almost puked.

“Listen, I think I should go head to the Pitch just to make Po-Harry happy. Is that fine?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Sure. Thanks for eating breakfast with me. I’ll see you in classes.”

Malfoy went out of the Great Hall and back to the Heads’ Quarters. Just in time too, just as he stepped inside, he changed back to his original state. He was completely disgusted. He told Blaise to make the commotion last until the start of classes, that way the chances of Granger finding out what he did even before she starts becoming dumb is less likely.

A few minutes after, Malfoy went down to the dungeons for Double Potions with the Gryffindors. Which meant that Granger would be in there and would make a great fool of herself. Excellent. He made his way down and seated himself in a seat in the back. It was still pretty early and there were only a fair few students in the dungeon, including Graner.

After waiting for about five minutes, an enraged Harry Potter and beet red Ron Weasley entered with Blaise trailing right behind snickering. Hermione took notice right away.

“What’s wrong?”

“Well, the Slytherin Team just decided to bug as in the Pitch and we didn’t get a single minute of practice in.” An enraged Harry said.

“Those slimy gits, think they’re everything.” Ron grumbled.

“Just ignore them you guys, you know you’re better. They just have nothing better to do.” Hermione said comfortingly.

Suddenly, the dungeon doors banged against the wall, signaling everyone the arrival of Snape. Everyone scrambled to get back to their seats.

“Today we are brewing a very powerful potion. It is the strongest love potion known to the whole wizarding world. Anyone know its name?”

As usual, Hermione’s hand shot straight up into the air, faster than the speed of light. Snape made an irritated sound at the back of his throat.

“Yes Ms. Granger? What is the name of the most powerful love potion?”

“It’s Felix Felicis.” She gasped. “I meant amortentia.”

Snape looked almost bewildered. “I never thought I’d see the day that Hermione Granger finally got something wrong I was wrong!”

“No sir, you don’t understand, I knew the answer was amortentia, it’s just that something-”

“Please, Ms. Granger, I do not want nonsense in this class.”

“But sir, it’s like some force made me say it.”

“Do not argue with me.”

“But Sir.”

“Just because you got something wrong and want to save yourself from embarrassment doesn’t mean I would just let you disrupt my whole class. One more word from you-”

“But.”

“Fifty points from Gryffindor!” Groans erupted all over the class. “Another ten.”

They all shut up. And so did Hermione, for the rest of the day. Well, until lunch anyway.

Hermione thought that by the time that lunch rolled around, everyone would have forgotten that she finally, out of all her years in Hogwarts, would get something wrong. Apparently not.

During lunch in the Great Hall, everyone kept on staring at her, pointing, and whispering about how the Hermione Granger finally said something wrong. It seemed like they were very eager that she got something wrong. These were times when she couldn’t help but wonder how rude this school is.

Draco Malfoy couldn’t be any happier. He too, thought that everyone would forget the whole Hermione Granger is wrong shenanigan by the end of Potions. He was very happy and was currently talking to the Slytherin Team about celebrating later tonight in the Heads’ Quarters.

Ginny Weasley went to sit next to Hermione.

“Hermione, what seems to be the problem?”

“Nothing. Ugghh. There it goes again. Every time someone asks me something, I say the wrong thing even though I know perfectly well what the answer is.”

“What do you mean.”

“I don’t know.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “See? I know what’s wrong, but it’s like this force is making me say the wrong thing right after being asked a question. Ask me something I definitely know the answer to.”

“Who are you?” Ginny asked.

“Paige Clark.”

Ginny laughed, “wow. That is really odd.”

Hermione nodded. She then glanced over at the Slytherin table. She met Malfoy’s grey eyes which were filled with mirth and laughter. He raised his goblin as if to toast and as if to say, “Now we’re even.”

She became really furious. She stood up and marched right next to him. She didn’t care if she was going to get in a whole lot of trouble. She didn’t care either that the whole student body was watching silently as she marched up to him. She exploded upon reaching him.

“HOW DARE YOU DO SOMETHING AS LOW AS THIS TO ME? YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? WE WILL SEE WHAT IS FUNNY WHEN MY FOOT GETS SHOVED DOWN YOUR THROAT!!”

The whole hall laughed, even the professors thought it was pretty amusing.

Malfoy, wasn’t affected one bit. He stayed in his calm composure and nonchalantly replied, “Is that all you have to say?”

Hermione turned beet red. She screamed with frustration. Dumbledore who was sitting up at the Staff Table just had a brilliant idea.

“Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger, care to join me outside please?” He announced. Both Heads obliged.

The old man faced the two students. “Quite frankly, I do not know what to do to make you two be at least civil to each other. But I think I will make things slightly easier on you two. I will not punish either of you for the pranks you pulled on each other. I will however, do what I think are necessary actions to make you two be civil towards each other.”

Both of them nodded.

“I think that for the upcoming holiday break, you two will spend it here, in the castle, locked up on your dormitories together.” He said with finality, that damn twinkle present in his blue eyes.

“WHAT?!?!” They shouted in unison.

A/N: So what do you think? Review please. I’ve missed them greatly. :]

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