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Chapter 21: Twisted Wands


 

  I sat on the common room couch tapping my foot profusely. I checked my watch and sighed. He was twenty minutes late. I once again reorganized the parchment in front of me regarding the Christmas Ball.

    After five minutes passed I groaned and pulled myself from the couch. Malfoy was a dead man. He said he was going to be here to plan the ball during lunch! I sighed. What was I thinking; of course Malfoy would blow me off.

     I pushed the portrait open harshly and stomped my way down to the Great Hall. Malfoy was going to plan this ball with me whether or not he wanted to! I pushed open the great hall doors and looked over to the Gryffindor table.  I waved to Harry, Ginny and Ron, but then walked to the other side of the Hall. They gave me confused looks, which I ignored. I quickly made my way to the Slytherin table, ignoring the glares from the prejudice house. I stomped up behind Malfoy. Pansy had draped herself over him, and on the other side of Pansy was Blaise Zabini. 

“What are you doing here mudblood,” Pansy sneered.  Malfoy pushed Pansy off of him to her despair and turned around to look at me. His face was a cold, emotionless brick. A perfectly chiseled brick if I must say…. I mentally slapped myself. Snap out of it! He just blew you off! And he is nothing but an irresponsible, annoying ferret! I shrugged off Pansy’s comment and caught Malfoy’s eyes.

“Get up. You were supposed to meet me half an hour ago to plan the ball.” I said looking at him directly, trying to block out the glares of the students surrounding me. Pansy got up from Draco’s side.

“Well this has been pleasant and all,” She said sarcastically.” But I have better places to be than talking to a mudblood.”  My eyes snapped to her angrily.

 “Well I have better things to do than be oinked at by a fat pig. Aren’t we all just so busy!” I said. Pansy’s face scrunched u in anger, only supporting my pig theory more. There was a small snort from Blaise, and Draco. Pansy glared at them and then stomped out of the room in a fit. I turned back to Malfoy.

“Although this is SO much fun, we need to plan the ball.” I said to Malfoy again.

“What if I don’t want to?” he asked with raised eyebrows. So he thought he was tricky now?

“Well then,” I said taking a seat in between Malfoy and Blaise and crossing my arms across my chest. “I am going to wait here, “There were a few gasps from the surrounding Slytherins. I looked to Malfoy, and he put on a slow smirk.

“Have it your way,” He said taking a sip of his pumpkin juice. There was a shimmer of something in his eyes I could not decipher.

“I will,” I said not tearing my eyes from him, then a plate appereared in front of me. I looked to the teachers to see professor McGonagall with a smile on her face. She nodded at me, and I nodded back.

*

  In time, the whispers slowed and I had something to eat. The Slytherins did not say a word to me. That of which I did not mind the least. It was time I got some work done though, seeing as Malfoy was not up to it. I finally looked over to the Gryffindor table to see a very confused harry, and Ron. But I noticed right away, that there were a pair of eyes burning into me. I caught Connors gaze. There was a hurt and then angry look in them. I gave him an apologetic look, but he looked away angrily back to his plate. I sighed and brushed off Connor’s feelings. He was too protective, I was a big girl, and I could handle myself.

“So, you’re Zabini, right?” I asked the boy next to me. He turned to me with a confused look over his features. The boy was quite tall, almost taller than Ron. He had bronzed skin and midnight black hair hanging over his dark blue eyes. I noticed the match between his hair and Malfoy’s new color. I smirked inwardly.

“Yeah that’s me. What’s it to you?” he asked. I was surprised that there was not a ‘mudblood’ or ‘dirty Gryffindor’ thrown into the sentence.

“You are the Slytherin prefect. Correct? What do you think of the ball?” I asked. I felt Malfoy straighten up behind me, seeing as I was having a normal conversation with a Slytherin, particularly his friend.

“Um…” he looked a little confused to see I was talking to him. “I don’t think it’s a bad idea, as long as you get a good band.” He said. “And firewisky…” he said with a smirk. I laughed.

“I will try my hardest to get firewisky there, but I don’t think it will be approved by the staff.” I said.  He shrugged.

“That’s why you don’t ask them…” he whispered. I giggled. Of course all the Slytherins wanted whisky. I wouldn’t mind myself…

“As for the band, I happen to know The Twisted Wands.” I said with a shrug. That was one fact not many people knew about me, including Harry and Ron.

“No way!” he said. “How’d you meet them?” he asked excitedly. I now had a few of the other Slytherins attention.

“Well-“I said but was rudely cut off by Malfoy.

“You know the Twisted Wands? Yeah right,” Malfoy said behind me with a snort. “There is no way in hell that you: mudblood Granger: could know the most famous wizarding band of all time.” He said with a laugh. The rest of the Slytherins seemed to agree with him.

“Yeah, that’s probably just a load of toad strool.” A Slytherin seventh year girl said across from me. Millicent, I believe is her name.  I really did know the Twisted Wands. Victor introduced them last summer, when I visited him. I looked to Malfoy. He was smugly soaking in me running out of ideas. It was time that I got the Slytherins on my side. Nothing would piss him off more than that.

“Does anyone have a parchment and pen?” I asked. “I haven’t spoken with The Twisted Wands in weeks. They have a concert this weekend you know.” I said. As a matter of fact, they promised me I could get tickets whenever I wanted. All I had to do was ask. Millicent pulled out a parchment and pen and handed it to me curiously. I read what I was writing out loud.

 

Dear Thomas,

   I was wondering if me and a few friends of mine could come and see your concert this weekend. I would appreciate it so much!

Yours truly,

         Hermione

 

    I folded it into a triangle and muttered a spell. It folded itself into a bird and came alive.

“Go to the house of The Twisted Wands and give yourself to Thomas,” I said. The paper bird nodded and zoomed out of the room faster than a snitch. I looked up at the Slytherins. “They don’t accept owls.” I said. “Thomas told me this was the only way to reach him.” I smirked at the breathless girls.

“You really know Thomas Gwenthen?! The lead singer of Twisted Wands!” Millicent’s friend squealed beside her. I nodded. In a few seconds a paper bird returned to me. There were gasps around the table as I opened it. All eyes around me were focused on the bird as it spoke.

“Hermione my drear! I have not seen you in ages! Of course you may come to the concert! Be sure to stay for the after party. See you there, love!” The bird said. It was the voice of Thomas himself. The bird proceeded to rip itself up as the Slytherins stared in shock. 

“Oh Merlin!” Millicent squealed. “You are amazing Hermione!” the girl squealed in excitement. I looked over to see Malfoy’s jaw drop. Apparently he noticed as well as me how all of the girls were enviously watching me, and how they called me Hermione.

“I don’t see any passes.” Malfoy finally said. He folded his arms across his chest.  

“Just give them a minute,” I said. Soon enough five passes appeared in front of me reading V.I.P.  There were gasps all around and sequels from the girls. I saw Malfoy’s face light up in fury. He knew exactly what I was doing.

“So, Millicent, I know that we don’t talk much but you seem nice. I was thinking we could get to know each other better at the concert?” I said. She nodded her head quickly and screamed in excitement.

“You are the best Hermione!” she squealed. The rest of the hall looked up to see what the commotion was all about. She ran out of the hall in excitement, screaming to all that she had a pass. I looked at Millicent’s friend Cecilia noticed the spot in her hair was fixed, and I did still feel bad about her hair. I was mad with Malfoy, not her.

“Cecilia, I am sorry about what happened to your hair.” I apologized. I made sure to keep the passes in view.

“Oh it’s all in the past, and it’s fixed! No worries!” she said eyeing the passes hungrily.

“Well here,” I said handing her a pass. The rest of the girls screamed as another pass was gone. “I hope this will make up for it.” She squealed in excitement and jumped across the table to give me a hug. I was surprised but accepted it. I now had two passes left.  And I knew what would piss Malfoy off the most.

“Blaise. I was wondering if you wanted to go too.”  He looked stunned.

“Yes! A V.I.P to Twisted Wands?! Hell yes!” I handed him the pass as well. I then looked to Draco. His eyes were wide.

“That’s all I am giving out,” I said with a smile. “Thanks SO much for letting me sit with you today,” I whispered. I then got up from the table.

“I hope to see you in the Common room during dinner.” I said. “I think we need to plan this ball.” I said with a smirk.

“Fine,” he huffed out. I smirked and left the Hall, leaving behind a group of screaming girls over Cecilia’s pass.

 

 

 

A/N: So, Hermione is playing dirty! Ha-ha. So you are probably thinking this is random, but she did this to befriend the Slytherins, because that is all Draco has.

Also, I decided to not do the editing because most people wanted a new chapter instead. I’ll edit at the end I guess.



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