Day number: 0-1?
Reply: Luna, Hermione
Draco narrowed his eyes as he scurried around another corner. That annoying little mudblood and her friends kept following him around. The little nit seemed to think he was up to something and what business of hers was it if he was? She'd been on him like a hawk since the debut of his rousing cheer for Weasley at the last quidditch match. There was a quidditch game tomorrow and it was almost to be expected that foul play was afoot. It wasn't like it was a big surprise or anything. It was only against the rules if you got caught.
And with Umbridge working furiously in his favor, he'd no doubt things would go smoothly. Still, there was precious little he could do to get the mudblood off his tail at the moment. Crabbe and Goyle had gone on before him, the thick-headed idiots. Probably heard they were serving frosted cupcakes in the common room or some nonsense.
He noticed a nearby door that was open ever so slightly. A perfect place to hide out. Or, if worst came to worst, at least it'd be private if there was a confrontation. Horrible mudblood didn't know real wizards fought with their wands, not their fists. Good luck to her in finding someone who'd put up with that kind of brutish behaviour. She'd likely end up an old spinster with her hideous orange cat. The thought brought a smirk to his lips.
He ducked into the room and turned up his nose. The place was dusty as all get out, like it hadn't been cleaned in decades. His father was always saying that the staff at Hogwarts was deplorable and here was further proof. He placed his long sleeve over his nose and mouth, so as not to breathe in any of the filth. In fact, the only clean thing in the room was a stark piece of parchment, with only the words, “You are immediately nee--” written in deep black ink. The quill beside it had dripped carelessly on the paper, leaving behind a couple messy splotches. Curiousity got the better of him and he touched the ink, finding it cool, but no longer wet to the touch.
He shook his head at the foolishness of it all and peered back through the crack in the door.
She was certain now that her suspicions were well-founded. Malfoy was skulking around campus like a man with something to hide. Ordinarily Hermione wouldn't have wasted her time, but after that nasty "Weasley is our King" business, she couldn't ... Well, she just ... She'd discovered that she really ... LIKED tormenting Malfoy. Following him around seemed to be enough to make him really jumpy, and in Hermione's mind that was as good as a confession. She didn't know what he was doing, but she didn't really care either. She'd brought a book along for times like these when he cowered in dimly-lit rooms. She waved cheerfully as he peeked out of whatever room it was, and then went back to reading.
Blasted Mudblood! Made him look like some sort of idiot holing up in that stupid room. His face scrunched up as though he'd just smelled the result of one of the Weasley's new pranks. He pushed the door open and stood between the annoying little Gryffindor and the entrance. "What do you want Granger? You've been following me around like a mangy stray dog all afternoon. Mind telling me what business of yours it is where I choose to spend my time?"
He crossed his arms and tried to look intimidating when quite frankly he wanted to throw up his arms and shield his face. Where were Crabbe and Goyle when he needed them?
Luna walked down the halls of Hogwarts humming to herself. The animated lion on her hat, one of her best creations yet, growled and chuffed along with her tune. As she rounded the corner, she saw Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy facing off halfway down the hall.
Luna sighed quietly. These two seemed to be at odds more and more as each school year came and went. Didn’t they realize there were more important things to worry about? Her father’s newspaper was always revealing the shocking truths going on in the world that the Ministry of Magic kept trying to cover up.
She was about to turn around and head back the way she had come when curiosity got the best of her. As silly as their fights were, there was always some entertainment to be had and Luna was all about being entertained. She had a small smile on her face in anticipation as she headed towards the feuding students.
"Don't be silly, Malfoy," she said. "Why would I care where you go or what you do? No, I was just looking for a quiet place to read. You know, the nice thing about books is that you can read just about anywhere. I mean, even if it's dark or raining, a quick light charm or umbrella charm and you can take a book wherever you go." Again, she smiled cheerfully. "You seem a little more unbalanced than usual today. Is there anything I can do?"
She looked up and waved at her fellow DA member. "Hello, Luna."
Granger wasn't fooling him for a second, though he wasn't sure saying so to her face was the best idea given her previous violent fits. He looked down his nose and gave her one of his best derisive sniffs. "I'll tell you what you can do Granger. You can stop being such a nosy git and stay away from me. I've got better things to do than trip over you everywhere I go. If you'll excuse me, I have to go kick Potty and that Weasel off the quidditch field so players with some actual skill can use it."
“Hey, Hermione. Whatcha doin’?” Luna questioned cheerily. She gave Malfoy a spacey smile and nodded. “Hello, Malfoy.”
It was fun watching how skilled Hermione was when it came to tormenting Malfoy. What were better were the reactions on Malfoy’s part. He always seemed so smug. She guessed coming from a privileged family had spoiled him.
“Skilled Quidditch players are coming to Hogwarts? Is it Viktor Krum again?” Luna asked airily.
"Just finding ways to amuse myself, Luna." She assuaged the twinge of guilt by telling herself that it was DA business. It was amusing, but it really was useful too.
Of course, she'd been trying to figure out the best way to field Malfoy's golden straight line about skilled players, and she might have pulled it off creditably, but Luna with her wide eyes and total lack of malice did a better job than Hermione ever could. She hid her glee. "That would be nice, but he didn't mention anything like that to me." She looked back at Draco Malfoy. "I can't imagine who else he could mean."
Draco did his best to regard Luna with as little respect as he could. That is to say, it was not much different from the look that had been plastered across his face only moments ago. What was this absent minded fool doing here? He didn't deign her with a response, only a sneer. It was her comment that got the better of him though.
"Hmph," Draco began, "I could fly circles around Krum." He boasted, though unfortunately Crabbe and Goyle weren't there to back him up this time. He stood warily between the two girls and the cracked open door behind him, its contents completely forgotten in the face of this new disaster. Granger certainly seemed to be getting a kick out of this, and at his expense!
"Just you wait til the match against Gryffindor. We'll show you skill. That disaster on a broomstick that calls himself a keeper is going to be humiliated, not to mention Gryffindor's prize pet Potty."
He crossed his arms in a show of defiance, but his eyes betrayed him as he scanned the hall for other Slytherins, prefferably another prefect.
Luna had a simple smile on her face as she adjusted her hat, which was still emitting several soft growls, mostly in Malfoy’s direction. She guessed it had taken offense at his jab against Gryffindor’s Quidditch team.
She looked towards the small windows high up the wall. The clouds were swirling in the sky overhead and getting darker by the minute.
“Looks like rain.” She murmured.
Malfoy's ridiculous claims about his Quidditch prowess were ... sad, really; a sign that she had managed to make him even more mentally unbalanced than usual and she hadn't even been trying that hard. She looked out the window and nodded. "I hope it won't effect Care of Magical Creatures class," she said. "I think the fifth years had a special Niffler review today." She looked at Malfoy and affected a bit of shock giving her famous 'you're still here?' look.
Malfoy took a half step backward when the disgusting heap of cloth atop the spacey Ravenclaw's head started... growling at him. It added to the look Granger gave him left him with his mouth half open, standing in the hallway for a moment before he regained his composure.
His sharp mind was left without response and he turned on his heel with a "hmph!" He didn't have time for this kind of foolishness.
Blasted Gryffindor and her obnoxious friend...
Luna nodded with concern hoping Hermione wouldn’t end up tending a bunch of drenched Nifflers if the rain did come. They would smell worse than an old, wet dog. The smell always ended up clinging to whoever had handled them. Not very pleasant.
She watched as Malfoy turned his back to them. Looks like Hermione’s never-ending wit had once again won the battle against his smug berating of the Gryffindor house. Not that it really surprised her . . .
The definition of unconcern, Hermione waited until Malfoy rounded a corner. When she was sure that he was gone, she checked both directions, then grabbed Luna's sleeve and gently pulled her into the room Malfoy had dodged into. It had probably just been a place to hide, but she didn't want to take that chance. She began poking through the corners, but it really did seem that the writing desk was the only thing in the room. Malfoy couldn't have been the one to write the beginning of that letter either. For one thing it was too dry and for another the penmanship was MUCH too precise. "Odd," she said.
Luna raised her eyebrows as Hermione pulled her into a small, dark room. She watched as Hermione searched around the room wondering what her Gryffindor friend was up to. Luna walked over to the desk sitting in the middle of that cold, dingy room. She bent down until her nose was only a few inches from the parchment sitting atop the old desk. She tilted her head and this way and that, examining the writing.
“Hmmm . . . it looks like . . .” Luna started, but paused. That handwriting looked familiar. But where had she seen it before?
"Looks like he was just hiding after all," said Hermione. "Nothing mysterious going on in here." Not really a surprise, but it never hurt to be sure. "Toadying little git." She rarely used such language, but sometimes it was necessary to sacrifice decorum for accuracy. It also felt good to get that off her chest.
Luna’s attention was drawn from the old parchment to Hermione’s comment. So that’s why she was poking about. Malfoy must have been hiding in here and of course Hermione thought he had been up to something. She didn’t blame her friend for making a mistake. That Draco Malfoy usually was up to something.
At that moment, Luna’s stomach decided to growl loudly, signaling that lunchtime was almost upon them. With both her hat and stomach making menacing noises she looked over at Hermione and smiled.
“Wanna go grab something to eat?”
Really, there wasn't much more to be done. Fun as following Malfoy around was, she had to prepare for her OWLs. There were only seven months left. "Alright," she said. "I am starting to get hungry." She followed Luna out into the hall.