Chapter 6: Nice Doggy…

'Harry never believed he would meet a boy he hated more than Dudley, but that was before he met Draco Malfoy.'

These words came from the book itself, and my eidetic memory took every chance to remind me so, when the aforementioned boys were in the same room.

Seriously, Mouth-Boy lived up to his name when he had a 'One-Insult-Quota' every appearance. He would leave me alone however, since I had beaten his nose in.

Hermione, you have the best moment in third year of every other in the series, COMBINED!

Anyway, it was then that we had found the notice in the Gryffindor common room, everyone's mood then took a nose dive when it said we had lessons with the Slytherin's.

All of them were scowling, well, except for me since I was wearing a one hundred watt smile.

I always wondered what flying a broomstick could be like, maybe I could put that useless hat to good use and be an actual witch, just need some green face paint and a fake wart, and I'm ready for Halloween.

No slimy slivery rich kids are going to make it any less satisfying.

"Just great…" Harry muttered behind me, "I won't be able to enjoy it if Malfoy's there"

Mm, that's different from the books; good think I managed to help his self-confidence issues.

"Don't let Weasel-Boy get you down" I said to him, "and if he bothers you again, I'll make sure to deck him one!"

He blushed a little "I-I can take care of him myself you know!"

"Whatever you say Harry" I smiled teasingly at him.

Autumn then rubbed herself against me leg; I picked her up and looked into her eyes.

"… okay, I'll get you something to eat" she nodded happily and curled up into my arms, I just wanted to hug and squeeze her to death.

But I won't, because no animals were harmed during the making of this fanfic.

And we then found ourselves in the Great Hall, chowing down on some pancakes, Darren would be having a fit if he knew how many toppings I put on them… and then be jealous afterwards.

Autumn was lovingly eating out of a bowl of tuna, her little pink tongue licking up the bits left on her lips.

Daaaaaawwwww.

Amazingly, Hermione was actually reading out Quidditch facts to us, it said so in the book, but I didn't actually think that she tried to learn to fly using a book.

I guess that's why she is best known for the category of A-dork-able.

I wonder if she would puff up her cheeks cutely if I told her that…

"Awwww, Mione, your so A-dork-able!" I said with a wide smile.

Annnddddd…

HER CHEEKS PUFFED UP, CUTENESS LEVEL OVER NINE THOUSAND!

"I'm just trying to get some last minute study for the lesson" she tried to defend.

"Please Mione; I doubt the world record of how many teeth a Bludger knocked out in a single hit will help you on your flying lessons"

She turned rosy red at my true statement, but before she could retort, the owl's started flying in with mail.

I caught sight of Malfoy with his collection of sweets, god, is he REALLY gloating at how much more teeth cavity he's going to get?

I was snapped out of my thoughts however, by a loud thud in front of me.

Looking at it curiously, it was a package with light brown paper, and a piece of twine tied around it. Strange, I didn't remember Ms Figg saying she would be sending anything.

I opened it up, and inside was a latter and a glass vial with a green liquid in it.

Opening up the letter, I looked at the royal looking scrawl that was on the papers surface.

I predicted your death in Fluffy's chamber; you nearly collapsed out of fear and got swallowed.

Drink some of this, it should hold of your phobia till the next time you sleep.

Signed, D.

Wow… that's kind of spooky.

I know the guy is looking out for me, but he could have been less blunt about it.

Without further ado, I popped of the cork and sipped down a mouthful…

I felt a tingle, but I don't know if it worked.

Okay, mental training go!

Rottweiler! With their muscle bound figures and boggily eyes! ...Nothing.

Poodles! With their strange shapes and scheming looks! …Nada.

The ultimate challenge…

The Great Dane! The sheer mass of this beast is sure to… Nope, guess I'm dog-fear free.

I'm saving this for later.

"What was that?" Asked Hermione from beside me, Random lie, GO!

"My grandma sent me a confidence tonic, must of thought I would get nervous during flying lessons"

Phew, crisis aborted.

"C-can I have some?"

I looked across the table at Neville, who was dreading flying lessons and had very good reason to do so… maybe I should, not like a phobia-potion will do anything bad.

"Sure, but small sip, kay?"

He took it in his hands and took more of a gulp than a sip, I didn't mind much as he gave it back to me.

He stared into space for a second before his face relaxed a little.

"I-I think it is working, I don't feel so bad about flying anymore now!" he says with a big grin.

Awwww, that's nice.

Sure enough, I didn't see a single frown on Neville's face all the way through breakfast, he even surprised everyone when he beat McGonagall to the punch and told Malfoy to give him back his Remembrall, even if it wouldn't have worked, still, McGonagall to the rescue still.

I suddenly wondered if I accidently caused something bad to happen in the future, I mean, Neville was meant to get hurt and taken away by Madam Hooch. But without the fear that spurred on the incident, what will happen?

I mean, the only reason Malfoy had the guts to rile up Harry was because the teachers weren't there, even around Snape he held off a little, did I just mess up the storyline?

Of perfect, now I'm the worried one…

We then found ourselves at the field; the place was quite wide open, and twenty one brooms lying on the ground.

Madam Hooch looked just like the movie version, except with her hawk eyes more pronounced.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she yelled at us, "Everyone stand by a broom. Come on, hurry up"

I stood at the last broom in the row, which actually looked the worst for wear to be honest…

"Stick out your right hand over the broom" she continued, "And say 'Up!'"

I joined in the chorus of up's around the other students, mine flew to my hand, making several halting spins while it did so. As predicted, Harry's made it to his immediately, and even Neville's only took two tries.

Mine shuddered a little in my grasp, was it meant to do that?

Hooch then went around and showed us how to grip and handle the brooms, I have to admit, and it was really funny when the smug look on Malfoy's face slid off once Hooch said he was doing it entirely wrong.

When she came to me, she looked me over once and nodded with approval.

Looks like I'm a natural at this!

Too bad I'm not into sports; either that or I would have been a pro beater… especially when Malfoy is on the fields… Mwahahaha.

"When I blow my whistle, I want you to kick off the ground, hard" Oh, it's starting, I cast a worried look at Neville, who really didn't look like he needed it.

I could see the headlines, 'Single white witch singlehandedly destroys Quidditch career of Harry J. Potter'

"3-2-1!"

A piercing whistle and I just kicked off the ground like I was instructed, but instead of floating above it, I suddenly found my body fire forward like a cannonball, without any chance to scream, I suddenly found my forehead having an intimate meeting with the castle's stone wall.

…

I then woke up in the hospital wing, dazed and confused, looking around and realising where I was, I pieced together what happened.

"Awake yet Sleeping Ugly?"

Great, I knew he had something to do with this.

"Okay, what happened there?"

"Other than you taking lessons of how NOT to fly?"

"Dee Dee…."

"Fine, I had sent the liquid to you, disguised as another delivery from the owl's, but I had then received that no event had happened in which the boy known as Longbottom would be in any danger. So I assumed you became a pushover and let him take the potion and therefore, basically, messed everything the f*** up!"

"Hey! Watch your language, we have kids watching!"

"Don't care, anyway, since that would be a problem later on, as you know the connection of the Resurrection and Potter's first Quidditch game…"

Oh right, the Snitch that he caught in his mouth.

"I had to adjust a lot of things on a moment's notice and the only candidate to take the fall would be you"

"Why did I have to get smacked then? You could have chosen anyone else from the class!"

"As I said, on a moment's notice, I couldn't change a broom that quickly since it was involved in the events, so I had to take one that was out of the way and would have been left out, you getting the faulty one was just a lucky coincidence"

"Consider this a lesson, think before you leap"

I waited a few seconds before I knew he had left, man, he didn't have to be a jerk about it, I can't think of everything.

"Pamela? Are you okay?"

I turned to see Hermione standing at the door of the wing looking anxious.

Okay, big smile, perk up, and continue.

"Yeah, just got a killer headache, what happened out there by the way?"

"Well, your broom had something wrong with it, so it malfunctioned badly, so you were taken to get your injuries treated"

"Huh" I answered shortly, "I bet the Weasley Twins are going to make a petition to get new brooms after this, they would probably make me a victim case of something"

She smiled a little at my joke, before frowning.

"You should lie down; Madam Pomfrey said you should rest for an hour after you wake up"

Now that she mentions it, I do feel a little lightheaded.

"Okay, but sit here would you; I need some company when I'm bored"

She looked conflicted, "B-but I have some Charms homework to go over"

Hermione could be seen as a little heartless from this, but I knew she wasn't used to having friends before; being mature like she is at a young age is tough.

Believe me, I know the feeling.

"Leave it for now, it isn't due to till next week and I bet you'll finish it within ten minutes, come on, and pull up a chair"

It wasn't long before I started asking what happened once I left, she then went into detail of how Malfoy acted like a jerk and stole Neville's Remembrall from his pocket, he then taunted a bunch, and Harry came to the rescue, after that, it all went the same as the book, Mione was really irritated at how reckless Harry was. I told her, Malfoy started it, Harry was finishing it but she still wasn't sure.

Beware young Mione; you shall succumb to the dark side of the force, Mwahahaha…

I have been doing that a lot lately…

Then it was dinner and I was free to go, Madam Pomfrey was scary when she told me to stay longer till she could be certain I was okay, but other than that, smooth sailing.

As we came into the hall, I looked to see the Weasley twins walking away from Ron and Harry, okay, so that would mean Malfoy should be…

Yup, accompanied by Twiddle Dum and Twiddle Dumber it would seem.

Would that mean Malfoy is Alice?

Snrk, now that was a good one.

Hermione didn't see them immediately, so I kept quiet until she saw the boys talking to each other, and then we both made our way towards them.

We managed to catch some of the conversation, "…Wizard's duel. Wands only – no contact, what's the matter? Never heard of a Wizard's duel before, I suppose?"

"Of course he has!" Ron jumped in, I sighed in exasperation, I kind of had a low opinion of Ron early in the book, but I guess he was that 'all friends aren't perfect' symbol, he was a cool dude, but he needed to learn how to keep his mouth shut sometimes.

I tuned out the rest of the words before Hermione stepped forward, no doubt intent on giving the boys a lecture… I wasn't looking forward to Halloween…

Would I hold myself back from punching Ron?

I decided to leave this event to act on their own and focused on getting some food. Yes! The House Elf's cooked some (), I need to come by later and thank them, they would like some company every now and then.

…

Oooooo, this is going to be priceless!

Half past eleven. Creak of footsteps down the stairs. Position it all just right…

Two dark figures stumbled through the dark heading towards the exit, wait for it…

"I can't believe you're going to do this Harry"

Hermione then switched on her lamp, glaring at the two of them.

"You!" Ron whisper-shouted.

Now!

I then turned on my own lamp, my hand stroking the fur of Autumn's back in an exaggerated manner, for this occasion, she let me colour change her white, I then put on a silly accent and said.

"We vere ekzpecting you" I said smugly, Harry gave me a 'are you serious?' look, as well as Hermione giving her own patented 'BE serious' look, while Ron just looked confused.

Nope, can't keep a straight face, I then turned Autumn back to her original colour and followed the trio out the door, currently in an argument.

Mm, the Fat Lady is gone, but Neville isn't here, he must still be running off of the potion, probably saw the reason without panicking to look for a teacher, or maybe it helped him with his memory, who knows.

"What am I going to do now!?"

Ouch, Mione gets loud when she's upset.

"That's your problem," Ron answers bluntly; "We've got to go. We're going to be late"

Compared to Malfoy, you'll be early.

Hermione then looked at me with worry,

"What are we going to do? If the Fat Lady isn't back soon, Filch might find us, and he might-"

Her eyes then brightened, before grabbing my arm and hurrying after the boys.

I have to say, for a girl who follows the rules so much, she sure knows how to handle blackmail.

…

So with the promise that we will tell anybody who finds us that we were simply trying to 'stop the boys from making trouble' in the cutest baby voice from me, Harry and Ron shot me a betrayed look, I simply answered that it was girl's VS boys on this occasion, and we continued to the trophy room.

The place looked kind of creepy, in the moonlight I managed to catch a few familiar names such as Harry's dad James, and even Tom Riddle popped up once, wow, I think I just saw Neville's dad here.

"He's late" commented Ron, "maybe he's chickened out"

"Sniff around my sweet" Ewww, bad thought of Filch making out with Mrs Norris. "They might be lurking around the corner"

Before we knew it, all of us bolted out of the room, I saw a suit of armour coming up and 'accidently' caught my foot on it, the thing came tumbling down, Harry threw all caution to the wind and just shouted "RUN!"

Through the run, we went through a secret corridor and ended up in the Charms classrooms, Peeves showed up and caused the plot to move along, I need to talk to the guy later. It would be awesome to have connections with the top class prankster.

We then found a locked door.

"This is it!" Ron moaned in fear, "We're done for!"

Don't have to be melodramatic man.

"Move over!" Hermione said as she aimed her wand at the lock, "Alohomora!"

With a click, the door swung open. Soon after, we stuffed ourselves inside.

There it was, three heads and all, the others didn't notice it yet. It was a novel experience to be looking at the prime example of one of your greatest fears and yet feel nothing.

It was half asleep, and looking angry.

"Uhhhhhhh, H-H-Harry…" I faked a stammer behind him which should have enough incentive to look back.

"What is it Pa-pa-pa…" in a comical stammer of his own, he looked up and the growling heads of the monstrous, most vicious, creature from hell know as, Fluffy.

J.K. must of bust a gut when she named it.

…

"Did you see that thing?!" Ron half shouted as we walked into the Gryffindor common room.

After a half a mile run to get away from the behemoth, not to mention the fact it was a Monster size version of one of my greatest fear's, I gave the best 'What do you think?!' looks at him.

"Oh no, I didn't unfortunately" I sarcastically answered, "I must have been too busy looking at the fascinating stonework and the glorious tapestries"

Ron winced slightly at my remark.

Mione then chipped in, "You don't use your eyes do you?"

"I was being sarcastic"

"Not that, didn't you see what it was standing on?"

"...fascinating stonework?"

She groaned, "It was standing on a trapdoor, it was obviously guarding something"

Got to admire Hermione's attention to detail, I knew it was there and even I only saw it barely.

"Well I hope you're proud of yourself" she said promptly as she walked up the stairs to the girl's bedroom, "Now I'm going to bed before either of you have another brilliant idea to get us killed – or worse – expelled"

"And traumatized, can't forget traumatized" I glared with very real hatred, even if it didn't affect me, I had been in the same room with my worst nightmare, I deserved to be a little bit of a jerk.

Now, time for the next chapter…Halloween…which would be in a few weeks or so.

I hate the lack of time skips.