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Hermione moaned loudly, as she
regained consciousness. She felt very fuzzyheaded. She had to recollect her
sense of balance, and think normally again. Were they still at Diagon Alley?
Hermione realized she was sitting, legs spread wide and tied up with some kind
of thick ropes. She blushed furiously, and crossed her legs quickly. It was a
good thing she wore jeans! She craned her neck around to take notice of her
surrounding, but pain hit her like a thunder. She groaned, noticing the crick
in her neck instead of her surrounding. Hermione realized Ron and Harry were in
a similar predicament, tied to her from the warm feeling their heat gave off
through skin to skin contact. Ron and Harry were still knocked out, and it was
dark. Hermione wiggled to get a sense of her bearing, her hands shaking around.
They were bound very tightly, unfortunately. Hermione sighed loudly, and
started to scream at her compatriots. It took some minutes before Ron and Harry
finally stirred.

�Did�did you guys get the number of
that broomstick?� Ron groaned loudly, �Hey! I can�t see you guys! It�s dark!
Are we tied up?!� Harry only shook his head to clear his mind. Ron�s blathering
wasn�t helping matters either.

�Ron, Harry! Somebody knocked us
out somehow, and tied us up! Now we seem to be situated in some alley�hopefully
still in Diagon Alley. I couldn�t move too much!� Hermione sized up the
situation for them quickly, being a very levelheaded witch herself.

�I haven�t had a charley horse this
bad since the Dursleys locked me up in a very small room for days!� Harry
winced, feeling the prickly sensation all over his legs and the painful
association from an earlier memory. Ron frowned some more, understanding the
horrific situation Harry had been in with the Dursleys before meeting him.
Hermione inclined her head in sympathy, her chocolate brown eyes silently
acknowledging the Dursleys� mistreatment. One of these days, they would make
them pay for Harry�s missing childhood . . .

�I�ll get those bastards that did
it to us! Who would do such a thing?� Ron gritted, his ire rising. Hermione and
Harry knew Ron to have a quick temper, as he always overreacted to everything.
But they both agreed with his statement this time. Bastards. Whoever did it.
Harry slumped his shoulders and wondered if it was the Death eaters up to no
good again. But then again, they�d be facing Voldemort right now if that was
such the situation. So it had to be some kind of prank�and Malfoy fit the bill.
That made sense to Harry at the moment. Now he had to--

�We have to free ourselves soon,
and it�s dangerously dark. We�ll worry about those creeps later. But how?�
Hermione spoke up, and pondered that question herself, too. Ron shrugged,
red-faced even if it went unnoticed in the darkness. Harry was silent, scanning
around for something to aid them.

�I know! Let�s just try to stand up
and walk out of the alley. Somebody will have to help us,� Hermione suggested.
Harry gave her a wry smile in the dark. They all tried to get up, but it was an
uncoordinated and awkward attempt so they all fell back down on their rumps.
They breathed hard.

�Okay, I�ll count one to three and
we all get up at the same time. Ready?� Hermione continued to take charge of
their latest crisis. She was just naturally bossy that way, but her intention
was only to contribute to any situation helpfully not from any kind of
arrogance as some would think at first glance. Harry felt she was destined for
a role of leadership with some merits of science someday, and he was damned
proud of his friend. She would contribute greatly as one of the most powerful
and intelligent witches in wizarding history.

��three!� She yelled suddenly
cutting through his train of thoughts on cue, and everyone scrambled to get up.
They were successful!

�Let�s just take steps slowly, okay
guys?� Hermione squinted her eyes for any source of light to follow, �I�ll lead
this dance. I see a light now!�

�Allright.� Harry and Ron said in
unison with a sheepish smile. They felt every curve Hermione had to offer . . .
physically. She was grown, definitely. The boys followed her steps almost
eagerly, until they were finally out of the alley. Many shops were closed as
far as they could see. It was late, but they realized The Three Broomsticks,
a pub nearby, had its doors open. They were enthralled and headed for its
entrance.

As soon as they entered The
Three Broomsticks, the patrons and the bartender suddenly stopped what they
were doing and stared at them dumbstruck for a few minutes. One patron formed a
grin, which evolved into a laugh. Others also started to laugh hysterically.
Ron turned red while Hermione and Harry frowned. Weren�t they supposed to help
them instead of laughing like hyenas?

�What-- why, it�s Harry Potter and
his friends!� One exclaimed loudly, �What�s he doing-- what�s that on their--
uh--� Harry flinched at being recognized instantly through his cursed celebrity
status. The scar that started it all. He cursed under his breath, having picked
up from his wanderings in London last summer and this summer.

�Um, we would appreciate some help.
We were�mugged, obviously, and knocked out cold. Of course, that would lead to
our present state of being tied up together,� Hermione glared at the room with
a sudden shot of sarcasm. Some help! A couple of patrons flushed guiltily, and
came forth to mutter a few Prior Incantato with their pointed wands.
They continued to chuckle, though the ropes fell down effortlessly at the feet
of the disgraced Golden Trio. Their rescuer introduced himself as �Merry,� and
procured a large mirror across the room with a vocalized Accio spell.

�I�m really sorry, Harry Potter!
It�s just that�you better look in this mirror!� Merry said quickly, feeling
very flustered. He hadn�t meant to offend them. The short man of stocky build
held up a large mirror, and the Trio gasped; instantly realizing the truth of
why the whole room was in fits of laughter.

�What the hell?� Ron practically
squeaked, looking at their visages. Harry could only shake his head, his mouth
completely open in a voiceless shock. Hermione tightly pursued her lips so they
became white. She got enraged by the second.

Somebody drew mustaches and made all kinds of doodles
and dots all over their faces! With black markers that were probably permanent,
no less! Hermione found that she had a black ring around her eye, and a couple
of fangs drawn below her lower lip. She also had a so-called acne with all the
dots sprawled on her face. There was a word spelled out sloppily on her
forehead: M U D B L O D. The git misspelled it, no less!

Ron had two black rings circling
his eyes, and a word spelled out smoothly on his forehead: D I C K H E A D.
There was a black booger drawn from out one of his nostrils. He also got the
same acne treatment.

Harry touched his forehead where
the lightning bolt scar was. A very large drawn eye was covering it. A tongue
was drawn near the corner of his mouth to make it look like he was a retarded
person hanging his tongue out. Same acne and booger treatment. So kind. His
shoulders slumped once again. A Hogsmeade weekend ruined.

�Listen, kids, I�ll�uh, owl your
headmaster. You�re at Hogswarts, right?� Merry kindly interrupted their
self-inspection. His kindness contrasted the roughness of his appearance, a
pockmarked face and scruffy clothes. The said kids nodded slowly, feeling
utterly humiliated and enraged.

�Please, sit�the drinks are on me,�
the bartender said softly, having overheard their awkward conversation. Then
she shrieked, �Not you louts! Just them kids!� just as some rough looking
patrons started to hurry toward the counter. Harry smiled slightly, and grabbed
Hermione�s hand. Ron followed them, still red and shaking from rage.

�I�m Tinks. What�ll you be having?�
The bartender smiled kindly. Merry took a seat next to them, �They�ll have
ginger ale. None of them hard stuff, you know?� He answered for the teenagers,
knowing they were still in shock. Tinks nodded, and intoned a retrieving spell.
Three bottles of ginger ale along with three empty glasses floated towards her,
and she grabbed them all. The filled glasses now tickled all of their nostrils.

�Ice?� She asked. The Trio nodded
at once. Tinks smiled, and put some in their glasses. Merry sent off an owl,
and now he pushed a glass bowl of peanuts towards them: �Hungry?� Ron was the
first one to grab a handful, and shovelled them all into his mouth. Harry and
Hermione declined the offer, each grabbing a glass of the sparkly ginger ale.

�Oh�forgive us! We have forgotten
our manners. Thank you so much. I appreciate all the kindness,� Hermione had
the grace to blush after setting her drink down. Tinks and Merry only grinned,
saying that they understood. A minute later and half the glasses of ginger ale
drained, Merry�s owl returned with a parchment and a well sized package tied to
its feet. Merry unrolled the parchment, and explained that the package is a
portkey back to Hogswarts. The package also included three cloaks. The Trio
quickly put them on, and covered their faces as well.

�Goodbye! Thanks again for your
kindness, Tinks! Merry.� Hermione gave them a beaming smile and a wave. Ron and
Harry waved with slight smiles due to being embarrassed. They left for
Hogswarts with the portkey. At last their ordeal was over, but they still had
to deal with the culprits. A very unpleasant task but it had to be done as this
latest prank went too far this time. They would speak with Dumbledore.

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�Do either of you know who did it?�
Hissed Ron, as they walked towards Dumbledore�s office. Hermione and Harry
looked at each other for a moment, then Harry shared his suspicions about Draco
Malfoy.

�Why, that rotten no good little prat!�
Hermione practically screamed. Harry put a finger to his lips to signal a shhh.
Hermione clamped her mouth shut, wisely.

Ron whispered, �I�d not be
surprised. He always call me a dickhead. Either that or Weasel. I�ll make sure
he pays� with interest.�

�No, I�m sure Dumbledore will know
what to do. Don�t get into trouble, Ron! Even for that little ferretface!�
Hermione reminded him gently, even though a part of herself agreed with him
about Malfoy. The son of a bitch. It wouldn�t be beneath him to do such a
low-handed thing! He needed to be taught. She held Ron�s hand and gave it a
squeeze. Ron smiled at the gesture, much of his rage dissipated. Harry
continued to look down at the floor with slumped shoulders as they were nearing
their destination.

�Headmaster Dumbledore!� Harry
knocked on the portrait hole, not knowing the password to open it.

�Rainbow leaping gumdrops!� A kind
voice penetrated the door. The portrait guard opened the entrance. The Trio was
greeted by a very kind and aging face and a friendly fireplace. A phoenix bird
fixed his knowing eyes on the bedraggled young adults.

�Lemon drops?� The same kind voice
asked them. They shook their heads in unison, knowing the drill.

�Do any of you need for Madame
Pomfrey to aid you?� Again, they shook their heads. They waited patiently. At
least, it was a virtue they have learned from their previous years at
Hogswarts.

�Please, sit,� he motioned the
available chairs to them. Albus Dumbledore the Headmaster of Hogswarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry, sat down, still smiling. They looked very
comfortable to Hermione. He quietly gestured for them to recount their stories
with a single nod.

So Harry, Ron, and Hermione did in
turns. When they were done, Albus Dumbledore stood up with his hands on his
heavy-looking and long desk. His office had many books on shelves against all
walls except for the portrait hole. Hermione could get lost in these books.
She�d have to ask Dumbledore one day about borrowing some of his one day. But
now . . . they had to take care of this unpleasantness first.

�I want to express my regret that
you all went through what I believe to be a traumatizing time. Be rest assured
that I will choose appropriate punishment for those guilty if they are indeed
your fellow students. This is a sad night, indeed, when fellow students commit
such a degrading act toward some of our bravest in the Wizarding world,�
Dumbledore said quietly, the twinkling in his eyes replaced by sadness and
compassion.

�We think it�s Draco Malfoy and his
friends,� Hermione added with a bitter tone in her voice, �He seems to hold a
grudge against us for different reasons. He has bullied us. He has degraded us.
All because he thinks half breeds like me are worthy of such contempt! He has
picked on Ron simply because his family isn�t as well off as his is, despite
being�� She punctuated her point by wiggling her fingers to signal quoting, �a
pureblood! And Harry�only because he befriended a couple of outcasts like us
over him!�

�Malfoy�s a spoiled prat, that�s
what he is! � Ron bit out.

�And, Harry, what do you think of
their conclusions?� Dumbledore turned his attention to the Boy Who Lived.

�I agree with both of them. Malfoy
has gone too far, and he should be taught a lesson. I volunteer�� Harry
responded with a quiet conviction. Dumbledore chuckled softly.

�I appreciate the offer, Harry, and
that you three have given me a very thorough account even though it is very
late. I will have to find out if Mr. Malfoy actually did it or not before
dishing out the proper�hmm, lesson! As for tonight, you all must get a good
night�s sleep. I will write your professors that you are to have the day off
tomorrow, even if you might have tests. Your well beings are very important to
me.�

Harry, Ron, and Hermione got up,
one by one.

�Actually, sir, I�d rather go to my
classes. I just can�t think of myself laying in bed all day doing nothing!�
Hermione spoke with a glitter in her eyes. She just absolutely loved her
classes. Harry and Ron rolled their eyes. Typical bookworm Hermione Granger.
Dumbledore nodded, �As it will be so. Harry and Ron, do you want to resume your
classes as well?� The boys shook their heads a little too quickly. Dumbledore
laughed heartily at that. Hermione rolled her eyes heavenward with a small smile
that spoke: �Oh, Harry and Ron.�

�Allow me to remove these markings
off your faces before you all retire�� Dumbledore added, waving a quick spell
which made the offending doodles disappear instantly.

�Now have a good night, and be sure
to have pleasant dreams!� Dumbledore smiled kindly. The teens, thankful and
waved goodbye, headed for their respective Gryffindor common room.

�What do you think Dumbledore is
doing to do?� Hermione wondered how he would find out whether Malfoy is guilty
or not. Ron shrugged, �Maybe he�ll make Malfoy eat all those lemon drops until
he confesses!� They laughed at the thought.

When they were in their Gryffindor
common room, the boys made Hermione promise to drop their homework off after
classes. Hermione sighed, saying it�d be easier if they�d just go to classes.
They laughed at her as if she grew a third eye. She sighed woefully again and
reminded them to be on their best behaviour tomorrow even if they got the day
off. She would speak with them as soon as she got their homework to them, and
they agreed on meeting in the Gryffindor common room again. Hermione bode them
good night, and left for her own private bedroom. She was the Head Girl, after
all. Hermione quickly undressed and did a cleaning charm. She jumped backwards
on her bed with a heavy sigh of relief, exhaustion hitting her at last. She
stared at the ceiling, and promised Malfoy he�d get his dessert served. Her
hand unconsciously touching a breast where Draco had accidentally touched
earlier. Her eyebrows knitted in puzzlement at the unconscious action. She
supposed it was just from exhaustion.

Sleep claimed Hermione Granger for
the night, and marked her entrance to a jumble of dreams that confused her.

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Why did he have to touch the
mudblood�s tit? Draco mentally beat himself up as he was laying in his private
quarters that the status of being Head Boy allowed him. He couldn�t believe he
was wasting his time thinking for hours about that know it all bitch. He felt
himself hardening, anyway. He groaned, now angry at his body�s betrayal. He
wasn�t supposed to be feeling this effect! What would his father think? With
renewed vigor, Draco willed his erection to vanish.

When it didn�t work, Draco huffed
hotly and started to stroke his hard-on thinking of his Mudblood wench. Her
exposed and soft breasts free of their fabric prison, with her honey-coloured
and dishevelled hair flowing all over�with warm chocolate eyes inviting him. He
groaned loudly, glad that he had the comfort of his own privacy for the
hundredth time. His strokes came more harder.

Oh Grang-g-g�Hermione!, Draco
thought as his seed spurted out in waves. He cleaned up immediately, disliking
his own slickness on flesh�but he didn�t just call out her name, did he? Draco
groaned, and rolled over on his side.
Tomorrow was another day to figure this shit out. He was getting
soft.

Sleep also claimed him for the
night.

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Hermione was in her usual seat
burying her nose in a book waiting for the class to start. Severus Snape walked
into the classroom, and frowned at the early appearance.

�Five points from Gryffindor,� he
snapped, breaking her out of her reading stupor.

�What?! You can�t do that�it�s just
not fair!� Hermione protested loudly. Snape glared at her, �Oh yes, Miss
Granger, I certainly can. I�ll thank you when you�re done telling me how to be
a professor. Oh, twenty more points from know-it-all Gryffindors just for that
as well.�

Hermione glared at him. Snape was
being such a pain in the ass! She resolved to not let him get the best of her,
even if he was a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. She just didn�t understand
why the hell he was such an ass. She just fumed silently, and Snape knew he had
won. He smiled coldly, and turned around to put down his briefcase and a boxful
of potions.

�Why are you here earlier than
usual, Miss Granger?� He suddenly asked her, lessening the coldness in his
voice. Hermione was taken aback by this non sequitor. It seemed to be an
oxymoron where Snape was concerned.

�Well, Miss Granger? Or shall I
have to deduct another five points?� He crossed his arms with a hint of teasing
tone in his voice. Severus Snape definitely had been spending a lot of time
with Albus Dumbledore.

�Uh, I don�t know�I suppose I just
thought a change of pace would do me some good after what happened last night��

�I know. The headmaster told me
this morning. If you want those twenty-five points back, you will take the day
off.� Snape deadpanned, blackmailing Hermione Granger into taking a holiday for
the day. She couldn�t believe it. Hermione didn�t know which to do, laugh or
suffocate Snape. Maybe it wouldn�t matter which order that would be in!

�I- I- Professor Snape! You have to
be joking!�

�Do I look like I have a sense of
humor?� He crossed his arms, staring at her curiously with his dark eyes.

�But my classes relax me! I�I�m
supposed to bring homework to Ron and Harry!�

�The house elves will bring it to
you silly Gryffindors! Now, are you going to tell the rest of your beloved
Gryffindors that you took away 25 points from their House just for not
taking the day off?�

�Well�um, no, but�� Hermione
stammered, grasping at straws. She was now fidgeting.

�Get OUT!� Snape suddenly roared,
not taking any more excuses from the little Miss Goody Shoes. Hermione,
startled, collected all her things and scrambled out of his classroom. She
heard Snape�s slightly icy voice behind her: �Fifty points to Gryffindor. And
don�t you tell anyone about this little slip of niceness or I�ll give you less
homework than usual!�

Hermione sighed, smiling. Maybe Snape
did have his moments. The more she thought about it, Snape probably had to
sacrifice a lot during his years as a spy for a very dark fraction of wizards.
Of course, he had to turn into a mean son of a bitch and habits could be hard
to change. She suddenly felt sorry for Severus Snape. Hermione promised herself
she would be a lot more nicer to Snape hereafter. She was whistling merrily
when she was bumped onto by a familiar sneering Slytherin. Hermione felt a cold
rage in a few seconds flat.

�Hey, Granger. Ditching class
already now that you�ve had a taste of your escapdes in Hogsmeade?� Draco
sneered. She didn�t miss a beat.

�Yes, sweetie. Thanks to you and
your friends, I have been officially sanctioned by the Headmaster himself to
take the day off. You know, you should knock us out and drag us into alleys
more often.� Hermione dripped with venom. Draco frowned, a pout replaced the
sneer. Hermione noticed it, and smiled�god, he was sexy with that pout even.
She suddenly flinched with another thought: Why did I just think of that?

As if Draco could read her mind
with a knowing leer, �Well, I can�t see why you wouldn�t be turned on by my
good looks just like all the girls here.�
Hermione glared at him, crossing her arms. Draco looked down at her chest,
and noticed a very nice cleavage. Unusual for her to be out of uniform. Very
nice, indeed. He thought, smirking. She realized what he had been looking
at, and was furious!

�You�re just a spoiled brat, Draco
Malfoy! Stay the hell away from me.� She warned him. That only served to
infuriate Draco, who quickly stepped in front of her. She hit into his solid
wall of chest. The brief touch was electrifying, and she quickly leaped back
after pushing that glorious wall of beefcake. All that quidditch crap certainly
paid off for him . . . she thought in these several seconds.

�I do, but for some reason you are
attracted to me like a moth to a flame!� He sneered haughtily. She gaped at him
for a few seconds, flushing.

�You son of a bitch! I don�t
have a crush on you! I certainly wouldn�t choose you even if you were the last
man alive on earth!� Hermione spun on her heels, and stalked away; planned
lecture on the dangers of a prank gone bad forgotten. How dare he imply she had some kind of perverse attraction for a
no good Slytherin? Especially the one who pulled such a possibly dangerous
stunt last night! She left an angry hiss out.

Draco, laughing about how he have
gotten Hermione�s goat, walked into Snape�s class. He just knew the girl
had a crush on him, with how she vehemently denied it. He�d taunt her about it
later.

His good mood was spoiled instantly
when Snape ordered him to see Dumbledore in his very snarky voice. He also
heard a heavy disapproving tone. This from another fucking Slytherin? Great. Normally
he wouldn�t be bothered by Snape�s snappish moods, but this time Snape was disappointed
in him and not in the irritating Gryffindors for once!
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