Hermione's Sweet Revenge

Hermione's Sweet Revenge

By Lizzy

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were all sitting in the great hall eating breakfast, and discussing the latest happenings in Quidditch. Or, at least, Harry and Ron were. Hermione was frantically reading through a heavy book called "200 useful Potions and How to Make Them" by Yavvone Wetherburg.

"Herm, don't you think you've done enough studying for the potions test?" asked an annoyed Harry.

"Of course not! I don't want to fail this, if I do then I might not get a good grade in potions, and then I might not get to be Head Girl! And I really want to be Head Girl."

Hermione, Ron and Harry were all in there 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Every year, one 7th year boy and one 7th year girl were picked to be head boy and girl, a great honor. Hermione really wanted to be Head Girl, but this meant she needed to have top grades.

"Hey, you guys, we'd better go to potions, if we're late Snape'll take lots of points from Gryffindor," said Ron.

"Yeah," agreed Harry, "we'd better be going"

-In Potions

"Here are your tests," said Snape, glaring around evilly at them all "I expect you all to do very well. Except for you, Longbottom. I expect you to fail." Neville went very red in the face.

The test was harder then anyone expected, but Hermione breezed right through it. She knew all the answers, and she knew they were right, so when Snape called time at the end of the hour, Hermione was sure she had gotten a good grade.

"You will have your grades by tomorrow, class. Leave," said Snape, riffling through the papers.

As the class walked out the door, many people proclaimed how hard the test was, and how they were sure they had failed. Harry and Ron were part of this group, but Hermione seemed rather certain of herself.

"How do you thing you did, Herm?" and ashen-faced Ron asked her. "I know I failed... I guessed for more then half. Mum'll kill me."

"I TOLD you to study, Ron. You just never listen to me. But I think I did pretty well... I knew all the answers," said Hermione snidely.

"Lets not talk about the test," groaned Harry, effectively putting an end to their conversation " I don't want to think about it.

-The Next Day in Potions

"You all did horrible," Snape said to the class. "Except, of course, Malfoy who studied VERY hard, and got a 100. Here are your tests."

"Hey!" said Harry "I still got a 80%! That's better then I expected."

"I did horrible," groaned Ron "I got a 55%. There goes my potion grade. How'd you to Hermione?" But Hermione was staring at her paper wordlessly. The she mumbled

"How can it be? I didn't put any of these answers! This can't be my test! It's only a 78%! Professor!"

"Yes, Miss Granger?" said Snape coolly.

"Professor, I don't think this is my test. I didn't put these answers! Someone must've switched." But as she said this, she heard Malfoy's delighted voice coming from his corner of the dungeon.

"Yes! The plan worked, I can't believe it! I can't believe I never thought of switching that mudbloods test and mine before now! And look! I got a 100%!!" As Hemione heard this, she turned a nasty shade of purple, and started making furious moves towards Malfoy, but Ron and Harry held her back.

"Don't," Harry whispered, "it's not worth it."

"Miss Granger, you were saying something about your test?" asked Snape Heatedly. "I have better things to do then stand near you children!

"Oh, no Professor," said Hermione, a small smile playing at her lips, "I was wrong. This is my test after all. Sorry about that!" she called as he walked away.

"Herm," asked Ron, "Why'd you do that? He switched your tests!"

"Do you really think he would've believed me?" answered Hermione. "Anyway... I've got the best idea for revenge!" Just then Snape dismissed the class and Hermione went to arithmancy while Harry and Ron went to Divination, meaning they didn't get a chance to ask her about her plan for revenge until lunch.

"It's really quite simple," said Hermione in her teaching voice, "I've made a love potion. We need to ask the ugliest muggle born girl we can think of for one of her hairs, and then put it in the potion. And then, Harry, you'll go ask Dobby to slip the potion into Draco's drink at dinner! Dobby'll do anything for you!"

"Herm, that's BRILLIENT! I couldn't have thought of a better one myself! He'll be soooo embarrassed! Who should we use?" said Ron in an amazed voice.

"How about Eloise Midgen, that Hufflepuff." said Harry. "She'd be perfect!"

"Yeah!" said Hermione, "she's the one who cursed her nose off! And she's a muggle born! I'll go ask her for her hair now." She quickly walked up to the Hufflepuff table. "Eloise?" Hermione asked timidly, "I'm making this potion, and I need someone with brown hair for it, only I can't use my own. Could I have a strand of your hair?"

"Ummmm.... sure. I guess." said Eloise. "Here you go."

"Thanks Eloise! You don't know how helpful this is!" said Hermione while dashing back to the Gryffindor table. "I got it!" she squealed to Harry and Ron. "Just let me put it in!" Hermione took out a small vial and stuffed the hair into it. It immediately started to bubble and froth. "Great she said.

Once he's taken a sip of his drink, he won't be able to stop. Love potion makes you drink it all if you've had a sip. Lets go give this to Dobby, Harry.

"Alright," said Harry, and the three of them walked down to the picture of a fruit bowl. Hermione tickled the pair, and the door immediately opened, to reveal many house-elves busy at work. Then, one of them squealed and came bounding across the room to give Harry a hug.

"Hey, Dobby" said Harry. "I have a small favor to ask you. You know Draco Malfoy? You're former master?"

"Dobby remembers him," said Dobby sadly. "He was mean to Dobby. But what do you want Dobby to do?"

"I want you to put this in his drink before you send it up at dinner. Don't worry, it won't poison him. It's a love potion!" Harry answered.

"Dobby will do this for Harry Potter! But Dobby must go back to work... goodbye!" and after hugging Harry again, Dobby scuttled off to the stove.

"Great" said Hermione, "now we only have to wait"

-At Dinner that Night

"Ohh, I'm soo nervous!" said Hermione, "But I mean, he only needs one sip! And I have a handy little charm read for when he drinks it..." At exactly that moment, Malfoy reached for his glass and took a drink. A strange look came over his face and he quickly drained the whole cup/

"Good!" whispered Hermione. "Now, let me see. Notoria!"

"What's that spell do Hermione?" asked Ron.

"It'll send a note to Malfoy saying, 'Revenge is so sweet, sincerely "The Mudblood"'. And then it'll burst into flames, so no one can trace me." cackled Hermione. Judging by the look on Malfoys face, he had gotten the note. Just then they saw flames erupt at his place, and then immediately die down. Suddenly, Malfoy rushed over to the Hufflepuff table and kissed Eloise Midgen's hand.

"EEEEWWWW! Eloise cried. "Get off me!"

"But Eloise!" Draco cried, "I love you!"

"Your making fun of me!" Eloise sobbed in a way hat strongly reminded Harry, Ron and Hermione of Moaning Myrtle.

"No, my love! I would never do that!" cried Draco, throwing his arms around her. All the Slytherins were looking at him in complete horror, and Professor Snape had stopped breathing, passed out and was being given mouth to mouth by professor Trelawney.

"Everybody, I would like you to hear a poem I have composed about Eloise!" Draco shouted.

"Sweeter than a candy, my dear Eloise,

Slimmer then a rose stem, my sweet Eloise,

More beautiful then me, (and that's saying something) my adorable Eloise!"

Hermione burst out laughing at this horrible poetry. But Eloise seemed rather touched.

"Oh, Draco!" she squealed "I love you to!" and with that they went into a passionate kiss. Most of the Slytherins, by this time, had fallen on the floor in a dead faint. The rest of the houses were laughing their heads off.

"Herm," asked Harry, wiping tears from his eyes, "When does the potion wear off?"

"Oh," said Hermione, with an evil grin, "not until the end of the year. There should just be enough time for Draco's father to see them together at the station. And his schoolwork will definitely be taking a turn for the worse; he'll be too distracted to copy! Ahhh, revenge is so, so sweet."

The End