Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Dayz ❯ Chapter 1 We Meet Hermione ( Chapter 1 )

Ok, seeing as I can't be bothered to explain what Hermione looks like in the fic, I'm gonna say it here. (don't hurt me)

 

Black hair falling into ringlets all the way to her butt.

Red eyes with silver flecks (unnatural, She wears black glasses to hide them, unless she's in the demonic plane)

Nails long and black

Figure is lean yet muscular

Clothing black and/or red and/or green at all times

Attitude is defiant, cold, moody, violent, morbid, secretive and depressed

Teeth, white, straight and pointed.

Ears pierced 5 times, tongue pierced, belly pierced with a silver dragon.

She has scars from being abused by her parents and from fighting with demons.

Magic tattoo of a snake and a dragon and an angel, they can move and can talk. (Yes even the snake and the dragon.)

And she has unnatural powers of physical strength, reflex and speed in mind and body (so technically she's invincible)

She also has had weapon and un-armed training.

 

Tattoos names:

Snake- Larax

Dragon- Sparks

Angel- Cloud

 

Also majority of the characters are gonna be OOC. (out of character) Especially Snape, Hermione and Draco. (I'm going to make an idiot out of him) I would also like to thank my boyfriend for being my beta. I LOVE YOU JEZ

PLZ R&R (plz)

 

Lizzib

 

CHAPTER 1

 

Hermione sat on the Hogwarts Express, with boredom written all over her face. The girl had changed a lot over the years. She had turned into a dark uncaring person. The reason:

The world was against her.

 

Over the last two years, her life had been hell. Harry and Ron were too caught up with their girlfriends to bother with her. The teachers didn't bother to give her homework, well except for Snape. Every one else just ignored her or insulted her. And her parents physically abused her, just because she was so different to them.

 

Hermione looked outside into the pouring rain. She opened the window and the downpour flooded into the compartment and lashed her face. She smiled. That was rare. She took out her Ipod and listened to her favourite song: All Alone by the Gorillaz.

 

About four songs later the door was opened forcefully and in stepped six Slytherins: Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bullstrode, Blaize Zambini, Gregory Goyle and Marcus Flint.

They were laughing and joking. As soon as they saw her they stopped. Draco smirked.

“Scram mudblood.” When she didn't answer he scowled.

“Get out mudblood.” She still ignored him. Draco found out why soon though. He walked over to her and pulled out the earphones.

“BEAT IT GRANGER!” He screamed into her ear. She blinked and said “Nah.” Draco stepped back, fuming. Blaise took over.

“Granger, we would like a seat. If you do not move to another compartment, then please sit on the floor.”

“And close the window.” Added Marcus. Hermione thought for a moment, and then complied. This scared them a little. Just a little…

 

They edged around the strange girl that they call mudblood, and sat down. Draco bought up the subject of Quidditch, soon they forgot about the dark nineteen year old (coz of the time turner).

After about half-an-hour Hermione spoke up.

“Malfoy we had better get going.” The conversation that had somehow turned to the subject of humiliating Harry and Ron stopped. They all turned to her. Draco asked stupidly. “Huh?” Hermione sighed at his stupidity.

“Are you the head boy?” a nod “Then we need to go to the head meeting shit head.” For an answer: an `oh' and a `hey, what's that supposed to mean'

 

At the Heads meeting they were greeted by Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape. They both looked at the two students and were shocked at Hermione's attire. (Black mini skirt, tight red tank top, knee high boots, red stockings, black, rimless glasses that hid her eyes and a black leather floor length jacket that was buttoned up in the compartment with the Slytherins.) Draco stared as well. Hermione just remained emotionless. Snape gathered himself together first.

“Ms. Granger, what the hell did you do to your self?” Hermione smirked.

 

“Why should you care asshole?” At that statement, Draco fell in a dead faint, Professor McGonagall froze and Snape bristled. He knew that Hermione had not spoken but he could not see any body else in the compartment. Hermione looked out the window giving the Professors a perfect view of her neck. There tattooed in her skin sat a snake, it spoke again.

“Dude, answer me.” Snape shook his head to clear it.

“Ms. Granger, can you please explain why you have a live snake tattooed on you skin.” Hermione smirked.

“Professor, I got three magical tattoos because I was bored.” Snape stood there, mouth slightly open. He had to admit, she did look much better than she did in her first year. But wait, did she say three tattoos.

“What other tattoos do you have?”

 

Hermione took off her jacket.

“Hey, guys, get you asses out here.” Snape and McGonagall sat down, and looked on with fascination. A dragon pocked its head up from her cleavage (A/N: yes I have a corrupted mind, and there very well may be a few lemons and lots of limy goodness.) and an angel to appear at her exposed stomach. Hermione sat down on the seat opposite of the Professors who stared open mouthed at the girl's body. They noticed that there were a few scars on her back and sides. But they wisely ignored them.

 

Hermione looked at the boy that lay at her feet and kicked him. McGonagall gasped and Snape made a noise of objection when they saw Draco bolt up right.

“I'm up. What did I miss?” He looked at Hermione and the three other pairs of eyes staring at him. Draco's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell faint again.

 

Hermione smiled sadistically.

“Just wait till he looks at my- Oh wait, no that would be saying too much.” Hermione grasped the boy and hauled him into a sitting position on the seat, and then she promptly rapped him on the head. Again he woke up with a start. He looked at Hermione “Crap, I wasn't dreaming.” Then he looked at the Professors. “Did you need to tell us something?”

 

McGonagall and Snape shook their heads to clear them. Snape spoke up first.

“ Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger this year, you have been chosen to be the Head Boy and Head Girl, you cannot abuse your position…”

 

 

* Back with Parkinson, Bullstrode, Zambini, Goyle and Flint *

While Hermione and Draco were gone, the remaining Slytherins tried to pick up some conversation. But it always lagged. After about five minutes, Blaise got an idea. He reached over Millicent and grabbed Hermione's bag. The rest looked on in shock (A/N: Geez every one is getting a shock now days. Maybe I can give Ron a heart attack ^_~)

“Blaise what are you doing? Your going to get your self killed!” Cried Pansy. Blaise snorted.

“Pansy what the hell could that little mudblood do to me?” He kept rummaging in Hermione's bag.

“Whoa, this girl has serious problems.” At the others confused looks, Blaise tipped the contents of the bag on the floor.

 

The others stared in horror, fascination and confusion, as a art book, magic book, a knife, a shrunken sword, shrunken axe, a vile of blood, a shrunken staff (more on that later), quill, diary, note book, a map and a dead hand fell out.

 

The five students gulped. Then Goyle grabbed the diary. He opened it. But instead of words there was a mass of red, black, purple and green spiders. He snapped the book shut. There was a pause.

“Oh, she's good.” Marcus whispered. The others nodded. Pansy cautiously opened the notebook, to find snakes were hiding inside. That got tossed back into the black bag. Blaise opened the Art book. And this time there were no traps. Instead he found beautiful yet horrific pictures. The others crowded around him and looked on.

 

On the first page there was a blood stained girl child in a nursery playing with a headless bear. There was blood coming out of its neck. On the top is said `Angel'.

 

The next page held a man with horns coming out his cheeks. There were dripping fangs, a lizard-like tail and had the lower half of his body as a bull. He was naked except for a chain of what appeared to be blood covered human teeth around his neck. He was standing in a field with naked women's bodies scattered everywhere. `Taurusus'

 

A woman holding a human head, still dripping blood, the lower part of the woman was a spider. She was holding a battle axe `Octixia' (oct-tea-sha)

 

A group of men all covered in blood. They were all carrying a weapon of some sort. They wore a ring with a strange symbol. It was a star with a dot in each of the points and arrows at each corner. Titled `bloodthirsty hounds' (A/N: un-original I know. ¬_¬)

 

The five students were so caught up with the pictures; they did not notice Draco and Hermione come in.

 

When Hermione stepped in the door she froze. At her right foot lay the shrunken battle-axe.

“Why is my axe on the floor…Along with the rest of my things?” She asked. When the five teens heard that deadly calm voice, they froze. (A/N: God what is this, the ice age?)

Hermione's hidden eyes glittered with anger. “Why are you looking through my stuff?”

 

Blaise struggled to find words. Hermione's red eyes narrowed (not that they could see) as she stepped closer to him. She brought her hand back to slap him, but Professor Snape, who had followed them, stopped her.

“Ms. Granger, its time to get changed.” He said.

 

Hermione grunted and roughly shook him off. She grabbed her bag and her belongings, and went to a separate compartment.

 

 

 

~Snapes POV~

 

What the hell is wrong with that girl? Is she practising the dark arts? Why does she need blood? What's with the hand? Is she a vampire? Why does she need to look so hot?

…

 

Get your mind out of the gutter…

 

Why? She did look damn hot…

 

So? I'm her teacher…I am way too old for her.

 

No your not, that's only a spell…besides she is legally nineteen, thanks to the time turner…

 

Great, I'm arguing with my self…a sure sign of insanity.

 

You wouldn't be arguing with your self if you would just live a little…

 

Who are you any way?

 

Australians call me `the inner night monkey' the American's call me the party animal. But really I'm your inner demon.

 

…Yep I've gone around the bend. I've gone insane, crazy, and schizophrenic. Some one spiked the pumpkin juice…

 

Sigh… Just stay behind when you, the headmaster and McGonagall bring them to their dorms tonight.

 

This is probably just a bad dream and when I wake up, it will all go away…

 

Nup, sorry bud, but, ah, this is real…

 

 

Prove it.

 

Just do as I told you. Ok!

 

Fine, if it will shut you up.

 

…

 

Yay… Damn, I have gone bonkers.

(After the great feast, blah, blah, blah, blah…. at the Portrait Of Angels, door to the heads wing)

 

The five people stopped outside the Portrait. Dumbledore turned to them and said:

“You may choose the Pass-” But Hermione interrupted him. Who was talking to her tattoos?

 

“Sparks, can you get that bloody snake the hell out of there” The miniature dragon nodded and dove down. The angel looked up at Hermione with a sympathetic look. “Is he at it gain?” Hermione nodded. The she stiffened. She turned her head to Cloud (the angel) and said through gritted teeth.

“Cloud, could you-?” Cloud smirked.

“Way ahead of you sister.” She too disappeared. Moments later all three tattoos came up to Hermione's collar bone. Then Larax (the snake) asked her.

“Hermione, why do you want us to stop, when you like it” Hermione grit her teeth again

“That's the problem Larex, I do like it, but now is not the time.” The dragon frowned.

“So we can only do it when you're fucking-” The hand of Cloud promptly covered Sparks' mouth. The others blinked and looked at Hermione with questioning looks. Hermione sighed.

“Lets just say, that if any other girl had my virtue and was in the same pen as a Unicorn, she would be mauled in seconds.

 

Snape fought to hold down a snort. Dumbledore just continued, while giving Hermione strange looks

“You may choose your password.” Without hesitation, Draco immediately said:

“Sugar Quills”

“Blood Pops” Hermione countered. Draco growled.

“Horn root.”

“Dragon Skull”

“Heaven”

“Hell”

“Light”

“Dark”

“Sweet”

“Bitter” It went on and on. The professors and the Portrait looked on in interest and amusement. It was like a tennis match. Back, forth, back forth; back, forth…until Hermione cried:

“Stupidify!” She turned to the Portrait and said confidently:

“Devils Sanctuary.” The Angels glared at her choice, but they nodded in acceptance. The painting swung open revealing a very large common room. It included green carpeting, walls and furniture, with gold outlining everything. Hermione took the spell off Draco and they all entered the room.

 

In one part of the room, here were four large, squishy chairs. One huge squishy sofa, plush carpeting and a huge fireplace. On the other side there was a large worktable, several full bookshelves, a large jug of pumpkin juice and a plate of cookies. Golden candles lit the room with a warm fuzzy glow.

 

Draco stood in awe. Hermione looked bored. She turned to Dumbledore and said. “Green and gold do not mix.” Whatever, reaction the Professors were expecting, it was not that. Dumbledore eyes widened, McGonagall huffed and Snape tired to hide a laugh by coughing.

 

What Hermione said next was enough to stun even Collin Creavey into silence.

“I want to be resorted”

“What? Why would you want that?” Dumbledore spluttered. And the other occupants of the room looked on in shock. (A/N: I swear, its like they've got heart failure or something)

“Do I look like a Gryffindor to you?”

“N-no, not really. But I wont allow it.”

“Let me rephrase that. I demand to be resorted.” Hermione's tone grew hard at this. But Dumbledore held fast.

“Ms. Granger, once you have been placed in a house, you are to remain there, nothing can change that.” Hermione smirked.

“I beg to differ headmaster. Please, just let me wear the hat.” The old man caved. He summoned a house elf and asked it to bring the Sorting Hat to him.

 

 

Once Hermione sat down on a conjured stool and the hat inches away from her black head. Dumbledore tried to get her to think differently. But Hermione refused. McGonagall lowered the hat down all the way.

 

~Hats POV (yes I think it has one)~

 

Hmm interesting. Very interesting.

Plenty of cunning

Heaps of brains

Gryffindor perhaps…

No I sense something otherworldly about this girl

Now that I look closer, she is barley human

Her soul is black, just like one other student. No but now he is a professor.

Hmmm he went in Slytherin did he not?

Very well

“SLYTHERIN”

 

~Normal POV~

 

Snape let out the breath that he did not know he was holding. McGonagall scowled at the loss of the brightest witch Hogwarts has ever known…well since the founders. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in confusion. Draco stood stunned.

 

The Gryffindor-know-it-all, the former member of the Golden Trio, Former girl friend to the boy-who-lived, was chosen for Slytherin. There was only one word to sum this event up:

“Shit.” They all said together. (Including the hat ;P)

 

Hermione smirked.

“Well now that's that settled, I dibs the room on the right.” As if to prove it, she walked to the right hand door and opened it to revile a bare room with dozens of stones. She looked at Dumbledore expectantly. He flashed her a grin and said:

“You can transfigure it to the way you want it.” Hermione nodded in understanding.

 

She levitated a few rocks to various positions and transfigured them.

 

After a few minutes, she was done. The Professors and Draco peaked inside. They blinked at the black walls and red ceiling. The furniture was made of black leather and very dark wood. There were several chairs surrounding a large wooden table. The bed took the shape of a futon, the material was a deep red, resembling blood, next to it was a wardrobe. There were shelves all around the room. They were empty for now. Over in a corner there was a large working bench and a fire pit in front of it. The floor was cold black slabs of stone. In the middle of the room was a larger fire pit and it was surrounded by candles and red, black and green pillows.

 

 

Draco coughed.

“Well…its different.” Hermione and Snape snorted.

“Shows what taste you have.” Hermione said. Draco glared at her. The strange girl just smiled and asked to see his room.

 

Draco made his room green and silver. A large four-poster bed, one bookcase, a table, a vanity and several candles. Hermione rolled her eyes. “Geez, Malfoy, I knew you like to be Slytherin, but honestly, this is going a bit over board.” Draco gave an insulted `humph'.

 

Next they entered the bathroom that they had to share. It was huge. The colour scheme was too bright for Hermione's liking, gold and white, but Draco was delighted.

The bath was huge, bigger than the one in the prefect's bathroom, it had many more taps and there was still a diving board at one end. There was a large shower, a cabinet, three sinks and a long mirror.

 

Hermione looked quizzically at the sinks.

“Professor Dumbledore, why three sinks?” The old man smiled.

“Professor Snape is going to be living with you.” The man in question froze, so did Hermione. McGonagall grinned wickedly. Draco? Draco fainted…again. Hermione shook herself and looked at him.

“I swear, he's worse than Lavender on Valentines Day.” She shuddered. The turned to Dumbledore.

“Sir, what do you mean `living' with us?” The twinkle never left Dumbledore's eyes.

 

“I mean that his room is next to yours.” Draco, who woke up, and Hermione blinked, looked at each other then raced to the said room. Snape closely following.

 

The three entered the room with different expressions.

Snape: confused

Draco: dropped jaw

Hermione: bored.

 

It was made of grey stone; there was a black four-poster bed, a fire pit, a desk and shelves surrounding the room.

 

There were pickled animals, statues, scrolls and books all placed orderly in the shelves. It was the number that caused Draco's mouth to drop. There were hundreds.

 

While the residents of the heads wing were in the room. The headmaster and his best friend slipped away unnoticed.

 

 

Hermione yawned, uninterested.

“If any one needs me… I'll be in my room” Draco nodded.

“Ditto for me.” And they headed off to there own rooms. Leaving Snape with nothing to do. Sighing he changed into black cotton pyjamas. Grabbing a book, he returned to the common room.

 

He sat down on a couch and started to read.

 

About twenty minuets later, Hermione entered with her Art book and some pencils. She was wearing a way too big tee shirt and skintight shorts that went mid thigh. She was also still wearing the sunglasses. Snape frowned.

“Why are you still wearing those glasses?” Hermione sat down in front of the fire and started to draw.

“Do I need to answer that?” Snape scowled. He wasn't used to students talking back to him. He was used to students who feared him. But then she never feared him did she? No… He was snapped out of his thoughts by a red faced Draco dressed only in green boxers

“Granger, what did you do with my owl?”

“Turned it into an cat. Why?” She answered without looking up from her art. Draco was shaking with rage.

“YOU DID WHAT? I CANT BELIEVE YOU!”

“You don't? Well that was just a waste of time. Do you want your owl back?”

“HELL YES!” Hermione sighed and stood up and went to her room with Draco closely following. Snape, being bored as he was, followed.

 

When the two men entered the room, they were blown away by its contents.

 

All the shelves were filled up with books. A few extra tables had been added and were covered in black sheets with candles and a few skulls.

 

In a glass jar on the big table held the old withering hand that had been in the girls bag earlier today.

 

A cauldron was hovering above the smaller fire pit in the corner and several ingredients filled the shelves behind it. On the desk was a large amount of scrolls and books.

 

There was a trunk sitting by the table, it had no handle and no lock

 

Sitting in the middle of the bed sat a black cat with yellow eyes. It glared when it saw Hemione. Draco looked relieved.

“Come here atra-liber, come on.” The disgruntled owl/turned cat quickly sprinted to her owner's side. Draco turned back to Hermione with a glare, the cat copying her master.

“Change her back Granger…NOW” Hermione grinned. She raised her wand and said:

“Velius ut penna” The fur of the cat began to melt away to feathers, and its size grew smaller, the skeletal structure changed back to an owls, and its eyes grew larger and brighter. In a matter of seconds, atra-liber had changed back to a large black owl.

 

The owl hooted happily and fluttered to Draco's out-stretched arm. Draco smiled and returned to his room to put his owl back in its overly large cage.

 

Snape, however, looked around Hermione's with great interest. He walked to the shelves to see what books the girl had. He picked up one that looked vaguely familiar. It was called Demonic Blood and the Possibilities. He gasped, he had seen this book once, it had all sorts of dark magic in it. So dark not even Voldemort dared to use it. He put the book back, shaking his head in wonder. His attention drew to the trunk by the table.

He walked towards it, but before he could get within an arms reach of it, Hermione stopped him:

“Don't you DARE touch that!”

Snape literally felt the room temperature drop a few degrees, despite the fire under the cauldron. He looked at her. Her mouth was set in a thin line. Although he couldn't see her eyes, he was willing to bet that her eyes were slits of anger. Severus gulped. Suddenly she smirked.

“Lets just have a midnight snack.”

 

Draco, Severus and Hermione sat in the common room; read, writing, drawing and eating short bread with jam. Suddenly the two males griped their upper arm. Hermione looked up.

“Is he having another meeting then?” The two men looked surprised, but they nodded. She grinned.

“Alright. Go on….” She disappeared into her room. Snape and Malfoy looked at each other.

“Girls” They muttered.

 

Snape and Draco were standing in the middle of the clearing. A large number of Death Eaters were there already. Once every one was there. Voldemort raised his hands and the chatter died down immediately. Just as he was about to speak; there was a faint sound. It sounded like a child laughing. A grey mist rolled in. it was so thick that you could barley see the person in front of you. A strong wind came blowing in. Whipping at the dark robes. Then there was the sound of a flute being played. Its song was sad and eerie. Some of the Death Eaters around the edges of the clearing gasped. Hanging by their necks from the branches were small children. Their clothes bloody and torn. Some had a limb lopped off. The younger Death Eaters were starting to get scared. A woman screamed. Soon the laughter of the child turned to screams. The sound was so terrible that even the coldest of the Death Eaters got frightened.

 

Suddenly it all stopped. The fog sank to the ground. Covering feet with its grey cloak. The servants looked up to their leader. He was standing, his skin pale and sweaty with fear. The reason was very clear. In front of him. Was a girl. Her straight black hair was blowing in an unseen wind. Her eyes were white. Her dress was originally white, but its was stained deep red from her blood. There were cuts on her thighs, abdomen, arms, neck and face. Though a stab wound in her left breast showed how she died.

She spoke:

“Why did you kill me daddy?” Though her voice was soft and innocent, all the Death Eaters heard it. They stared at their master in shock. They knew he was cruel but they didn't know that he was cruel enough to kill his own child. Hell… they didn't know he had a child.

 

Sweat formed on Voldemort's face. He looked at the girl with apprehension.

“I have no child.” He said, sounding more confidant than he felt. The girl smiled. Though it was cute, it was also very, very freaky.

“Are you sure daddy? Can't you remember me?” Voldemort shook his head.

“There is nothing to remember.” The little girl frowned. In a harsher tone she said:

“Then perhaps you will remember this.” The child shot forward and kissed Voldemort hard on the lips. His red eyes grew wide. As did the Death Eaters'. Snape and Draco suddenly figured out what Hermione had been doing in her room when they left. They turned to each other.

“She's a genus.” They said simultaneously.

 

Suddenly the girl started to laugh. But this laugh was different. It was a laugh of a teenager. Voldemort glared at the child. He realised who it was immediately.

“Hermione, that was not funny.” The child laughed even harder. The Death Eaters stared in shock. They all knew who Hermione was. Best friend to the boy-who-would-not-die. As they watched, the girl grew, her clothing became a long leather jacket (the one from the train) and black and red corset type shirt and black jeans. She still had her glasses on. And she was still laughing. Hard.

 

“Whoo, hahahahahahahahaha. Oh my god, you…you, hehehe, you should have seen your face. HAHAHA!” Voldemort glared even harder.

 

“Hermione that was not funny at all.” Hermione smirked.

“Aww did I hurt your overgrown ego. My bad.”

 

Snape and Draco winced; they knew what was coming next. Death.

 

They were immensely shocked, when Voldemort sighed, defeated.

“I guess that's what I get for cheating on you.”

 

Draco passed out. So did Lucius, Wormtail, Marcus and a few other Death Eaters. Snape looked at the boy next to him. “My god, that's the fourth time today.”

 

Hermione and Voldemort looked at the Death Eaters reactions and sighed. Voldemort looked at Hermione.

“I still don't get why you wont join us.”

“I told you before, I do not have a position in this war, other than to observe it.”

“I know I know.”

“Beside I think that you only want me to join because I was a good fuck.” Thump. The two looked at the Death Eaters. More of them had fainted at that last sentence. Voldemort Turned back to the girl.

“I think that this is a good time to start the meeting.”

“I agree. I'll just get the sleeping beauties.” Not waiting for an answer, Hermione walked though the clearing, stepping on as many unconscious people as she could.

 

As soon has her foot left their bodies the Death Eaters woke up.

 

“Alright. Now we have no distractions.” A snort from Hermione who was sitting on a tree branch a few meters above Voldemort. He glared at her. “I have a reward for all of you.

 

OOO what's the reward??? What is Hemione hiding in the trunk? What's with the demons, what's with Draco fainting all the time? What's with Snape talking to him self? AND WILL I EVER GET GOOD REVIEWS FOR MY OTHER STORY???

 

Draco: yeah what is with me fainting all the time, you make me sound wimpy.

 

Hermione: well you are wimpy

 

Draco: Am not

 

Hemione: Are to

 

Draco: Am not

 

Hemione: Are to

 

Draco: Am not

 

Hemione: Are to

 

Draco: Am not

 

Hemione: Are to

 

Draco: Am not

 

Hemione: Are to

 

Draco: Am not

 

Lizzib: O.o SHUT UP!!!

 

Hermione: are to

 

Lizzib & Draco: ¬.¬

 

Hermione: What?

 

Draco: I hate you.

 

Severus. Why was I talking to myself?

 

Lizzib: Coz I made you. And you think Hermione is hott

 

Severus: DAMN YOU ELIZIBETH AND YOUR TELEPATHY

 

Hermione: ^_^ () I got a fan

 

Severus: well you do look good in a black leather corset.

 

Lizzib: I'v got my new dog here, his name is Gluttony, want to meet him.

 

Severus & Hermione: NO

 

Draco: YES

 

Severus & Lizzib & Hermione: O.o

 

Draco: @.@

 

Voldemort: Err… Plz R&R… Err… and join the Death Eaters… Free doughnuts on Wednesdays…

 

Blaise: my god these people are freaks.

 

Voldemort & Draco & Hermione & Severus & Lizzib: Grrrrrr….