Hermione

Chapter Seven - Dance Magic!

All the seventh years sat in their own little circle near the fire. Draco, Hermione, and Blaise were seated on the couch; Pansy on one of the plush chairs; Millicent on another plush chair; Crabbe and Goyle were seated on the floor.

They were all silent in thought. This was what they so far had come up with:

Weasel-

Purple face (permanent)

Warts (permanent)

Bog of Eternal Stench smell (permanent)

Red hair to pink/blue/purple/yellow/all other girly colors (permanent)

Potty (by courtesy of Draco Malfoy) -

Whatever Weasel gets, Potty (by courtesy of Draco Malfoy) gets. Does Draco Malfoy make himself clear?

All others-yes!

They couldn't decide anything else. Hermione kept glancing at the list. This was all they came up with? Four things for Weasel and something that says Potty (by courtesy of Draco Malfoy) gets the same, and a little doodle of a ladybug hexing a spider and a curly-que?

Hermione sighed in irritation, and everyone looked at her, expecting another great idea, but she had none. They all shook their heads, and went back to silent thinking. That had to be the tenth time someone sighed and it was a false alarm.

Hermione groaned. "This is getting tiring." She stood up. "Is this all we can come up with? And by 'we' I mean Draco, Blaise, and myself?"

Blaise blushed and Draco smiled proudly. It was his idea after all that whatever Weasel gets, Potty (by courtesy of...you all get what I'm trying to say, right?) gets! And it was brilliant!

Hermione threw her arms away from her body, and stretched. "I think I'll be going to bed now." She shook her head. "It's hopeless. We won't be able to get those two good." She sighed defeated. "See you all later when I'm just the regular mudblood you all hate."

Draco stood up. "Now, that isn't fair, Hermione!" he said, stopping her from walking. They came too far, no time to back out now! "We just haven't tried yet! We will get something good enough for those two. You wait and see. We just need some inspiration. I don't think it a good idea for you to go back to being the old Hermione Granger 'Mudblood' that we all hated. You're not giving us a chance to please you. You are Head Girl, are you not? You have to give us a second chance. Do you want everyone to call you a mudblood? After what Weasel did to you, I would say not."

"How do you know that he and Harry called me a mudblood?" Hermione asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Simple answer. I'm a god!"

Hermione smiled, and nodded. She knew that Draco, even being who he was, would give the Slytherins a second chance, so why shouldn't she? She looked at everyone, and sighed.

"Okay, fine," she said. "Second chance. Now, what is this inspiration that you mentioned earlier?"

Draco looked around the room as Hermione sat down. Draco pointed at Crabbed. "You remind me of the kid."

"What kid?" Crabbe asked.

"The kid with a power," Draco answered.

"What power?" Pansy asked.

"The power of Dark Arts, or, in Hermione's muggle world case, voodoo," Draco said to Pansy.

"Who do?" Crabbe asked, confused with everything.

"You do!" Draco said, pointing at Crabbe.

"Do what?" Pansy asked.

"'Mind me of the kid!" Draco said, jumping on the couch, causing Hermione to fall onto Blaise, who liked it very much. "I knew a mudblood, planning as hard as she could plan. What could I do? Then her love had gone, and left my girl blue! Nobody knew...what kind of magic spell to use?"

He pointed at Pansy. "Slime and snails!"

She pointed at Millicent. "Or puppy dogs' tails!"

Millicent pointed to Blaise. "Thunder or lightning?"

They all looked back to Draco as he sang, "And Mudblood said..." he pointed at Hermione. She smiled and stood up. He jumped off the couch, and grabbed her hands and they began dancing around the common room while they all sang, "Dance magic dance! Dance magic dance!"

Pansy stood up. "Put that magic spell me!"

"Jump magic jump!" they all sang, and Pansy started jumping around the room. "Jump magic jump!"

Millicent stood up and ran after Pansy. "Put that magic jump on me!"

Blaise yelled to Millicent. "Slap that Pansy, make her free!"

Millicent gained up on Pansy and slapped her. Pansy stopped jumping and landed on a plush chair across the common room.

Draco and Hermione danced and twirled until they were back in their little circle. Draco gave Hermione to Blaise, and the two of them began dancing and twirling around the room as Hermione and Draco had done. Draco stood in the middle of the common room, dancing like Michael Jackson. He stopped, and faced Hermione and Blaise, who were still dancing around the common room.

"I knew a mudblood, trying hard as she could try," he sang. "What could I do? Then her fun had gone, and left my girl blue! Nobody knew!"

He and the others sang with him. "What kind of magic spell to use?"

Draco pointed at Goyle. "Slime and snails."

Goyle pointed to Crabbe. "Puppy dogs' tails."

Crabbe pointed to Hermione. "Thunder or lightning?" she sang while laughing. Blaise joined her in the laughing.

Draco smiled at them. "Then mudblood said?"

He grabbed Crabbe and Goyle, and forced them to stand up. They all began to dance solo around the room, all except for Hermione and Blaise.

"Dance magic dance! Dance magic dance!" they all sang.

Pansy stopped dancing. "Put that magic spell on me!"

"Jump magic jump!" they all sang as Pansy began jumping around again and Millicent began chasing her around again. "Jump magic jump!"

Millicent began laughing. "Put that magic jump on me!"

Blaise hugged Hermione. "Slap that Pansy, make her free!" Hermione hugged him back, but he didn't know it was in a friendly way and nothing more; he blushed.

"Dance magic dance! Dance magic dance!"

Draco winked at Blaise, and they all began dancing around the common room.

"Jump magic jump! Jump magic jump! JUMP MAGIC JUMP!"

Five minutes later, they were all sitting in the same circle as before, only they were talking and laughing about how funny it would be to see Ron and Harry purple faced, covered in warts, smelling like the Bog of Eternal Stench, and having girly colors in their hair for the rest of their sorry little lives.

Draco smiled. He was proud that he was going to accompany Hermione in the hexing and cursing; he got to hex and curse Potty. He was proud that Hermione was becoming one of them, if he just stopped and got to know her better instead of making rude comments to her, he would have realized that she wasn't that half bad. He was mostly proud that one of his best mates was finally getting what he wanted, Blaise and Hermione, what a strange, yet perfect, match.