Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me.
It's the day of love and bunnies at Hogwarts; Valentines Day. No one really knew how this occasion came to start but they celebrated it anyway for the sake of the students who broke their brains studying all year. Teachers, students, Argus Filch and everyone else were busily swapping cards with over-sized hearts and plump "I love you's" written with bubble letters all throughout breakfast; everyone except Hermione Granger, the smartest one. She spent all night constructing her cards, putting sparkly glitters and gorgeous laces on them for the big day so she was still fast asleep in her dormitory. She was oblivious of owls swooping in and out of her room, dropping cards at the foot of her bed. All in all, she received nineteen good ones and one bad one which was from Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin God.
The Sleeping Beauty of Hogwarts awakened minutes after the last card was delivered. Her sight was blasted with dazzling cards from each of her dear friends and nemesis. She excitedly opened each one of them… Harry's, Ron's, Ginny's and everyone else in between. So far, her cards had the same message; Happy Valentine's Day! Love, Name here. At last, she came up to the last consecutive card, Draco Malfoy's. Hermione had second thoughts about reading it. Why ruin my morning reading the nasty insults from a ferret? In the end, she couldn't bring herself to throw the card away so she read it… an action she regretted afterwards.
You're probably wondering why I sent you a card.
No fears, this won't change our bond so far.
Reading these verses brings to you horrors unseen.
But for the sake of your day I'll tell you.
Your face will turn green.
With hate,
Malfoy. P.S. Bahaha, you read it, moron. Boy, you're in trouble.
Hermione scowled. Just perfect, she spent 10 seconds of her life reading pointless trash. She expected something like this from that obnoxious little pimple, Malfoy. She strolled towards the bathroom she shared with four other girls and stopped in front of the sink mirror. She opened the little cabinet behind it which contained the toothbrushes, but not before she had a blur of her reflection. Wait a minute… She closed the cabinet and saw a clear view of her face. She was green. She looked like the stereotype of aliens. All she needed now was an antenna and a flying saucer. What a cute little way to ruin her day.
"MALFOOOOOOOOOOOY!"
Her treacherous roar resonated throughout the empty halls of the castle and bounced into the Great Hall. Everyone knew who that was… clear as ice. Hermione seized her wand from her dresser and glided down the stairs with incredible speed. In no time, she was in front of the Great Hall doors. She cursed the door open, a door what would've been blasted to crap if it wasn't made magically and stepped in the hall. The sound of the door slamming on the wall shut everyone up. All attention was directed to Hermione. Some first years fainted and started convulsing at the sight of her with a green face, curlers, pajamas and a masterpiece assassin scowl on her face. She's a wild uncivilized barbarian at heart. Her wand was sending off little sparks like fireworks…
Her sharp eyes scanned the place for a certain platinum blonde guy.
"Malfoy!" she bellowed in front of the Slytherin table, "Come here or I'll be forced to hex the whole Slytherin house to the next apocalypse and watch all of you burn and undergo a very unpleasant painful experience!" Everyone close to Malfoy took the threat seriously and threw him out of the table and into Hermione's range.
"Blasted cowards," Draco muttered standing up. His gaze met Hermione's. He gingerly groped for his wand and proceeded to walking up to her. He couldn't wimp out now… not in front of the whole school. He glanced around the room for any signs of teachers who would have his back just incase he couldn't handle Hermione's magic. Oh, pooh. Not even Snape was there.
"Nice face, Granger," Draco said leering, trying not to show his fear. Hermione and her wand can do wonders if pushed to her limit. He was in fact proud of his work but scared of the consequences.
"YOU!" screeched Hermione as she grabbed his tie and pulled his face close to hers, "Reverse… the spell…" she snarled, "I swear, if you ruin my day, your suffering spirit will see your scarred body hanging by your neck in the owlery for the Hogwarts birds to peck and dismember."
Draco knew that voice meant Hermione's at the end of her thread. He knew damn well what Hermione and her wand could do. He just doesn't how to reverse them. He pulled his wand out of his pocket and waved it. Hermione's face turned regular.
"Fun's over?" Draco stated in a questioning manner. The hall was still deathly quiet. A first year coughed. Hermione glared at him. He fainted. Hermione let go of Draco's collar, mumbled something under her breath and marched straight to her dormitory to get dressed and look presentable. Draco walked back to his table to resume his breakfast but his fellow Slytherins started laughing; same with the other house tables. Soon enough, the hall was booming with rich laughter.
"What?" Draco asked irritably. He hated it when people kept things from him. A Slytherin conjured a full-length mirror in front of Draco. Draco had a white beard similar to the head master's, two rabbit ears, and a rabbit tail which looked like cotton balls glued together.
"GRANGER, YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!"
Hermione heard his voice all the way to the Gryffindor tower.
"You don't mess with the Hex Queen," she whispered smiling.
Hermione, looking presentable, sat between Harry and Ron at their house table. She was just finishing her breakfast of waffles and pumpkin juice. Meanwhile, Ron and Harry were complimenting her previous experience with Malfoy.
"That was amazing! I was like… whoa, that's not Hermione," Ron rambled while putting more syrup on his pancakes and stuffing them in his mouth, "What kind of spell did you use anyway? I NEED to know."
"Ron! Pass me an orange," Harry said from Hermione's right side, "Herms, that was a bloody nifty spell. Was it the Montralix curse?" A nod came from Hermione.
"Here ya go, Harry." Ron tossed an orange fruit towards his friend.
Draco was able to make his beard and rabbit ears vanish. But for some reason, his tail won't go away. It was unaffected by the spell that fixed the others. Thank Hermione for that twist. He tried to hide his tail with his robe but it just keeps on popping out and into view. There's no way he'd ask Hermione to get the tail off. 'Over my sexy dead body.' While the students were waiting for the reason of their assembly in the hall, their robes magically turned bright red. This didn't happen last year at all. Then, the tables and benches flew, with the students and food on them, to the four sides of the hall, making a square like area with no corners touching. In the professor's tables, Dumbledore stood up and spoke to make the announcement of the month.
Dumbledore raised both of his hands and silenced every single student. "Listen, children, today is a very special Valentines Day. All of your classes are canceled AND there's going to be a game played. It's tradition that every 100 years, there will be students handcuffed together.
Every student's name will be in placed a container. They will be separated according to the year they're in and gender. We will then draw a piece of paper from the men's side for each year. This guy would be blindfolded and seated on a chair for the duration of the game. After that, we'll draw three pieces of paper from the ladies' side for each year. The blindfolded person is NOT allowed to know who these girls are. These ladies would be seated a couple of feet from the guy. A teacher will ask questions and the ladies will answer them using markers and boards. The guy will choose the answer that he prefers and the lady who gave that answer shall receive a point. By the end of the game, the girl who receives the most points will be handcuffed to this guy for the duration of the day."
Everyone was quiet. Leave it to the headmaster to come up with unearthly plans. But this time, it's not the headmaster's idea. It's all of the founders' minus Salazar.
Practically every girl wished they'd get picked with Draco Malfoy. Some had no chance since they're in different years. The others were blessed to be in the same year as him. As the game began, the teachers started to pick the guy's name. No one knows how and why but the name that came out was Draco Malfoy's… Students had different theories of why this happened; some thought that he was destined to sit on that chair. The most popular theory was that the relentless mind-chanting of his name in a girl's mind produced enough brainwaves for the unwavering wish to happen. As his name was called, a monstrous shriek came from the girl's side of the school clouding every sound existing. People said the world grew three sizes that day.
Dumbledore drew the first girl's name in the 6th year's side. Pansy Parkinson. When the Pansy, who wasn't paying any attention since she thought she had no chance, was tapped on the shoulder, she looked up from her notebook which was filled with Draco Malfoy's name. She found out she won.
"I WO-" Her mouth was immediately clamped my McGonagall's hand.
"Don't speak… at all. I know that may be a hard task to do but do your best. If he finds out it's you, you're eliminated," the headmistress said sternly, taking her hand off Pansy's mouth. Pansy's eyes widened with unconcealed horror.
"Oh my goodness, I swear I won't utter another word during the game since it has been my life long dream to be…" Her teacher's hand was on her mouth again. McGonagall smack her other free hand on her forehead and muttered a quick, "Why me."
The next girl was Parvati Patil's name. She didn't utter a word. She was still in a state of shock. She LOVED the guy. Her friends call it stalking since she's practically his tail, but she called it, admiration. Meanwhile, Draco was wondering who the girls were.
The last girl was the finest shock of all. Hermione Granger. Imagine her shock when she heard her name! She was petrified.
'Oh dear, I've been picked. I've been picked… picked… picked… -Buzz- Brain… -buzz- shutting… -buzz- Picked… Picked… Malfoy... –crackle- Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…-'
"Urm, I think Herms is still sleeping… with her eyes open," Ron said clueless, waving a hand on Hermoine's face. Her eyes were blank and she looked as if her body had completely shut down. –Snap- Colin Creevey's camera flashed on her face.
The teachers pulled Hermione towards her chair. She hadn't reacted to the shock yet. She went along like a little girl. In the background, the school was cheering the loudest… especially the girls. Sure, they wanted to get picked, but they wanted to see what would happen with the rivals. After all, opposites attract.
Pureblood and Muggleborn.
Slytherin and Gryffindor.
Looks and Books.
Wizard and Witch.
This should be interesting. While all of these comparisons were happening, Draco was wondering who the girl was… maybe, just maybe, she was the prettiest.
Meanwhile, the card Draco gave Hermione for Valentines Day flew out of the window and into some place, ready for the next idiot to read it.
There you go! Chapter One Edited. I personally think it's better than the last chapter.