DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HERMIONE, DOBBY, THE WORLD OF HARRY POTTER OR
ANYTHING ELSE THAT JK ROWLING HAS WRITTEN CONNECTED WITH THESE.
I AM SIMPLY A STRUGGLING WRITER *sniffs* TRYING TO ACHIEVE INDIVIDUALITY ...
Hermione shouldered her bookbag, it sure was nice to be back at Hogwarts, she thought as she reached the Great Hall for breakfast. She smiled at Harry as she seated herself at the Gryffindor table.
"Where's Ron?"
Harry shrugged as he swallowed a particularly large spoonful of oatmeal. "Dunno. Quidditch practice just ended, haven't seen him. He should be here soon..." Harry trailed off as Ron conveniently entered the Great Hall, looking annoyed.
"Bloody house elves," Ron said a little too loudly as he sat down on the other side of Harry.
"RON!"
Ron looked up sharply at the reprimand, suddenly seeming to be aware of his surroundings ... and of his mistake. He looked guiltily over at Hermione.
"Sorry Hermione, but they really did it this time. They-" Ron appeared to realize, judging from the look on Hermione's face, that his story had better be good. Really good. He gulped.
"Well, they DID," he protested at the look on Hermione's face. "I mean, Hermione, you can't say that this isn't their fault-"
"Ron," Harry interrupted, "what DID the house elves do?"
Ron blinked. "Oh, right, well, they cleaned our dorms last night and they did something with my potions homework. I can't find it!" Hermione was now giving Ron a look that she reserved specifically for when she thought either Harry or Ron was doing something particularly idiotic. Taking in the look on Hermione's face once more, Ron attempted to redeem himself.
"TWO rolls of parchment, Hermione! Two rolls! And now they're gone!" He was gesturing empathetically, trying to make his story seem more dramatic. "I left them out in the common room, where I was working on them, when I finished. I came down this morning and they weren't there! Honestly, Hermione, it had to've been the house elves!"
"I can't believe you," Hermione said in relative disgust. "You're blaming your own carelessness on the house elves. Look at all of the things they do for you, but when you lose your homework, though no fault of theirs, you immediately blame it on the them. You have no appreciation of their hard work."
"But Hermione," Ron whined pleadingly, "it isn't THERE!" He paused and then muttered under his breath, "Snape's gonna kill me."
Harry, who heard this, laughed silently as he changed the subject.
"Have you seen the creatures Hagrid's got for our lesson today?"
"No, I haven't," Hermione said slowly, shifting her attention to Harry, "what are they?"
The rest of the morning continued without much incident. Ron's homework was found stacked neatly in the corner of the common room underneath a pile of spell-books and Neville's toad, much to Ron's relief and disgruntlement and to Hermione's smug satisfaction.
In Charms, they learned a sparkle spell, and as they left the classroom, Hermione thought that Harry's nose was a bit too shiny, but, no matter, the effect of Ron's mishap had faded by lunch.
Care of Magical Creatures, their last class that day, was slightly less dull than usual. Hagrid had decided to complicate the lesson by allowing them to watch biting flubberworms instead of regular ones for a change, and, as much as they loved Hagrid, Ron couldn't help complaining about the sore finger he was nursing as they were leaving.
"I didn't even know these things could HAVE teeth," he moaned, rubbing his now-reddish index finger.
Hermione shrugged as the threesome entered the Gryffindor common room.
"Well," she said after a moment, "I'd better get up to my dormitory, Crookshanks'll be hungry. I didn't have time to feed him this morning and he's bound to start yowling about it soon as he knows I'm here." With this, Hermione started up the staircase, bookbag over one arm. She stretched tiredly, and realized that there wasn't any way she would be coming back down for the rest of the evening.
"Goodnight," she called over her shoulder, disappearing up the stairs and into her dorm.
I AM SIMPLY A STRUGGLING WRITER *sniffs* TRYING TO ACHIEVE INDIVIDUALITY ...
Hermione shouldered her bookbag, it sure was nice to be back at Hogwarts, she thought as she reached the Great Hall for breakfast. She smiled at Harry as she seated herself at the Gryffindor table.
"Where's Ron?"
Harry shrugged as he swallowed a particularly large spoonful of oatmeal. "Dunno. Quidditch practice just ended, haven't seen him. He should be here soon..." Harry trailed off as Ron conveniently entered the Great Hall, looking annoyed.
"Bloody house elves," Ron said a little too loudly as he sat down on the other side of Harry.
"RON!"
Ron looked up sharply at the reprimand, suddenly seeming to be aware of his surroundings ... and of his mistake. He looked guiltily over at Hermione.
"Sorry Hermione, but they really did it this time. They-" Ron appeared to realize, judging from the look on Hermione's face, that his story had better be good. Really good. He gulped.
"Well, they DID," he protested at the look on Hermione's face. "I mean, Hermione, you can't say that this isn't their fault-"
"Ron," Harry interrupted, "what DID the house elves do?"
Ron blinked. "Oh, right, well, they cleaned our dorms last night and they did something with my potions homework. I can't find it!" Hermione was now giving Ron a look that she reserved specifically for when she thought either Harry or Ron was doing something particularly idiotic. Taking in the look on Hermione's face once more, Ron attempted to redeem himself.
"TWO rolls of parchment, Hermione! Two rolls! And now they're gone!" He was gesturing empathetically, trying to make his story seem more dramatic. "I left them out in the common room, where I was working on them, when I finished. I came down this morning and they weren't there! Honestly, Hermione, it had to've been the house elves!"
"I can't believe you," Hermione said in relative disgust. "You're blaming your own carelessness on the house elves. Look at all of the things they do for you, but when you lose your homework, though no fault of theirs, you immediately blame it on the them. You have no appreciation of their hard work."
"But Hermione," Ron whined pleadingly, "it isn't THERE!" He paused and then muttered under his breath, "Snape's gonna kill me."
Harry, who heard this, laughed silently as he changed the subject.
"Have you seen the creatures Hagrid's got for our lesson today?"
"No, I haven't," Hermione said slowly, shifting her attention to Harry, "what are they?"
The rest of the morning continued without much incident. Ron's homework was found stacked neatly in the corner of the common room underneath a pile of spell-books and Neville's toad, much to Ron's relief and disgruntlement and to Hermione's smug satisfaction.
In Charms, they learned a sparkle spell, and as they left the classroom, Hermione thought that Harry's nose was a bit too shiny, but, no matter, the effect of Ron's mishap had faded by lunch.
Care of Magical Creatures, their last class that day, was slightly less dull than usual. Hagrid had decided to complicate the lesson by allowing them to watch biting flubberworms instead of regular ones for a change, and, as much as they loved Hagrid, Ron couldn't help complaining about the sore finger he was nursing as they were leaving.
"I didn't even know these things could HAVE teeth," he moaned, rubbing his now-reddish index finger.
Hermione shrugged as the threesome entered the Gryffindor common room.
"Well," she said after a moment, "I'd better get up to my dormitory, Crookshanks'll be hungry. I didn't have time to feed him this morning and he's bound to start yowling about it soon as he knows I'm here." With this, Hermione started up the staircase, bookbag over one arm. She stretched tiredly, and realized that there wasn't any way she would be coming back down for the rest of the evening.
"Goodnight," she called over her shoulder, disappearing up the stairs and into her dorm.