Title: Prank

Author: keischara.green

Summary: Blaise and Pansy plays a joke on Draco and Hermione.

A joke that – they thought – would not have drastic results.

Era: Post - Hogwarts

Disclaimer (for the whole story): The characters are all J.K. Rowling's. I own the plot.


Chapter 1

Separate Lives


For the first time, Hermione Granger felt her knees weaken as another med-witch pulled the cloth over the head of the first patient who had not been able to live under her supervision.

It has always been said that there was this certain feeling of hopelessness and guilt on the first time of not being able to save your patient. And to make matters worse, this patient was one of her best friends.

I wasn't able to save him, she thought as she felt tears forming in her eyes.

Hermione was a med-witch in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. She was not on-duty at that time but when they called her to tell her that Ron Weasley was rushed to the hospital, she apparated to St. Mungo's right away.

Though she was not paid to work that time, she still joined the team of med-witches and med-wizards who were on duty to try save Ron.

Hell, they couldn't even tell what was wrong, Hermione's tears rolled down her cheeks.

Hermione felt her knees give way. But before she could reach the ground, Harry Potter caught her. He wrapped a strong arm around her middle and tried to support her weight as she started to sob uncontrollably.

"R-ron…" She whispered as tears escaped her eyes.

Harry Potter felt his own tears rolling down his cheeks too. He didn't wipe it off. He pulled Hermione to a standing position. Harry was with Ron when this happened.

They searched an old mansion up on a hill. Ron accidentally touched one of the artifacts and he started vomiting and shivering. Harry and the other aurors rushed him to St. Mungo's right away.

Mrs. Weasley was crying hysterically and Mr. Weasley tried to appear strong for his family. Fleur and Ginny were crying too. Lavender was crying and sobbing loudly between the twins. Fred and George were uncharacteristically quiet that time. They breathed very deeply though, trying to stop their emotions from surfacing.

Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort years ago. Ron and Hermione were there too. They had defeated the death-eaters. Ironically, an unknown artifact killed Ron.

When the tears had subsided, they decided it was time to go home. Harry apparated with Hermione to her apartment. Hermione seemed to be in a trance. Harry stared at her, worry painted all over his face.

"Hermione," Harry tried to wake her up from her trance.

"I'll be fine, Harry. Go home and rest," Hermione replied weakly and started to walk towards her kitchen. Harry followed her to the kitchen.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, feeling physically tired after today's happenings. Hermione nodded, not looking at him.

Harry reluctantly left.


"You're late," Blaise Zabini said matter-of-factly as Draco Malfoy sat down across him and Pansy Parkinson.

They were in Three Broomsticks. The place had few customers though it was already dark outside.

"Like always, he has an excuse," Pansy said and she laughed lightly.

Draco wore his signature smirk. "Are we here so we can catch up with each other's lives or so you could torture me?"

"Both," Blaise said and laughed.

"And we're here to drink too," Pansy added.

"It seems like you both missed me," Draco said jokingly.

"Are you kidding?" Blaise said sarcastically.

"The eight years that had passed felt like eight days," Pansy chimed in.

Draco chuckled. A waitress laid down three tall glasses of beer and left. Draco drank a bit then looked at Blaise and Pansy.

"Where have you been hiding all these years?" Blaise asked.

"I wasn't hiding," Draco said flatly.

"What then?" Blaise asked.

Draco slowly shook his head.

"Where were you then?" Pansy asked, getting impatient.

She knew Draco was like this but she was never patient with him.

"Around the world. I traveled a lot," Draco replied.

"That's nice to hear," Pansy said with a smile.

"But that's after I got locked up in Azkaban for a while," Draco added.

"Azkaban?!" Pansy cried. Blaise tugged at her shirt for her to lower her voice. "I mean… why did you end up there? You didn't do anything wrong," Pansy said in a lower volume.

"That's why I'm here now. I was not charged for anything," Draco replied like it was so easy.

"So, that's why you seem a little pale," Blaise said.

"Draco had always been pale-skinned," Pansy interrupted. Blaise shot her a look and she stuck her tongue out.

"What's new with you two?" Draco said after they settled down.

"We've been going out for almost two years now," Blaise said to Draco with a smile on his face.

"It's unlike the both of you to last that long in a relationship," Draco said with a smirk.

"You're just jealous," Pansy said, sticking her tongue out playfully.

"Why would I be?" Draco drawled.

Blaise chuckled. "I bet you've never had a girlfriend for the past eight years."

Draco nodded slowly after gulping the beer.

"Oh my, oh my," Pansy clicked her tongue. "Eight years? You lasted that long?"

"Amazing, huh?" Draco laughed.

Pansy stared at him waiting for him to say it was just a joke but he didn't say anything more.


Hermione stared at the sky blankly. She was sitting on her bed beside the wide window. The moon in the sky seemed to be mocking her. Hermione didn't feel like working so she didn't go to the hospital that day.

She breathed in deeply. She was thinking of a red-haired boy who seemed to have always been arguing with her ever since they first met.

"What is it to you if I wear green?" Hermione was glaring at Ron for commenting that green didn't fit her.

"Nothing. I was just saying…" Ron's voice trailed off.

"As if you look good in that red shirt," Hermione taunted. "It clashes with your hair."

Hermione chuckled at the memory. They had always argued even over the smallest and most insignificant things to the more serious stuff.

"I bet that elf doesn't clean well. Look at that – filthy," Ron was commenting on the things in his house that he shared with his wife, Lavender Weasley nee Brown.

"Ron, they're not paid to do those things so don't demand much," Hermione said in a threatening tone. She had come over to see Lavender but she wasn't home.

"But they were born to serve," Ron scowled.

"Maybe they were born to do so. But they still have rights."

"It's all about that spew again, huh?" Ron said, his eyebrow raised.

"You're too insensitive to even know why I established S.P.E.W.."

"Oh really? I'm insensitive?"

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"You are."

"Not!"

"Insensitive!"

"I'm not insensitive!"

It had always been like that. When they don't argue, it would seem very unusual.

Ron…

She missed him already. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks.

Hermione stood up abruptly. She didn't want to think anymore. She changed quickly and left her house.


Author's Note: So… here's the first chapter. I'm not sure if I'd be updating soon though.

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