Hermione walked down the Transfiguration hallway to retrieve her eagle-feathered quill, a gift from Ginny, which she had left in the classroom. It was mid-way through dinner now, so most, or all, the students were very likely to be in the Great Hall. So, it was quite surprising for her, when she suddenly found herself pinned to a wall, staring into the face of a very livid Draco Malfoy.

"What did you do to me, Granger?"

"I do not know of what you imply, so how do you expect me to reply?"

"Don't kid with me, Granger. You did something; you're the only one smart enough to think of something like this!"

"You said I was bright, whatever has happened to your pride?"

Draco glared at her.

"It's your entire fault," he continued to mutter, "You've got me telling the truth right, left and center."

"Honestly, stop with the obscurity and tell me what's the intricacy!"

"You put me up that's what you did! You got me telling the whole bloody Slytherin Common Room that Voldemort's the ugliest wizard that ever lived."

Hermione was perplexed. How in the world did that relate to her?

"But it couldn't be me, because for the whole day, I've been in the library!"

"Then who was it? Do you know how much trouble I'm going to being once those whiny brats tell their parents?"

"Not enough, I do believe."

"Come on Granger, stop with this nonsense and get rid of this curse!"

"But Malfoy, I have done nothing of that sort, so stop being such a crackpot!"

"I am no crackpot! If it's anyone it's Potter."

Hermione's eyes turned into slits.

"Do not degrade my friends, if to your curse you want me to attend."

"Stop your silly babble and tell me Granger before I hex you into next week!"

"As if you can, you silly man."

"True, I probably can't. You'd hex me first wouldn't you, Granger? After all, I'd probably only know half of curses that you do."

There was a pregnant pause as both pairs of eyes widened.

'Dear Merlin! He is cursed! Who in the world did he anger?'

"Maybe there was Veritaserum, that you swallowedwith your rum?"

"I don't drink rum! But the pumpkin juice at lunch today had an odd taste too it. Had a distinct taste of strawberries in it."

'Strawberries?'

She remembered how Harry and Ron were during lunch. Absolutely ecstatic as they stared at the Slytherin table. At the particular section of the Slytherin table. Namely the section where Malfoy and company sat.

'They didn't!'

Ron looked as if he had been selected to be the Chudley Cannons new keeper, and Harry's hair had been such a bright shade of yellow. She recalled on how she had read somewhere that the colour yellow, meant happiness.

She sighed.

'They did.'

"I think I may know what has transpired, yet I'd doubt that the answer would be desired."

Malfoy snarled. "Just tell me Granger, please."

His hands slapped across his mouth at the foreign, kind word that had escaped. Hermione felt her eyebrows rising up. He scowled at her and motioned for her to go on.

"I declare, my potion, you have fare."

"Fare?"

"Imbibe."

"Oh."

There was a long period of silence as the information was processed by Malfoy's brain. Finally, he eyes widened and his throat produced a weird growling sound.

"I despise you, Granger! You and your stupid, lame rhyming!"