A/N: You all know who belongs to who and what and that I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's characters. Anyway, this story is utter nonsense (as is all of my stories, but that's the way I like it)., and the characters are a little out of character (but were all friends!) Also, I am also wondering if I am the only person who likes Quirrell out there (it's very strange to me too).
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"Oh, look at the time," Hermione yawned to herself. She was by herself in the Gryffindor common room, slaving over a particularly hard Charms essay. "I think 3:30 is my limit. I do have a whole two weeks to finish it. I think I will go to sle..."
She could not finish her sentence, for she fell asleep on her desk, in the middle of the common room.
No more than two hours later, she awoke with a startle. She was standing in the middle of Snape's office. In her hands was an empty bottle of boomslang skin. Hermione gasped, she knew that boomslang by itself was certainly lethal, and could take her life, if she did not hurry.
Then the thought dawned on her as she fell to the floor, maybe she had not eaten any at all? Maybe she has some in her pocket, or maybe Snape was just out...but then she realized she had when she stopped breathing.
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Hermione opened her eyes, but felt entirely strange. She seemed alive, but did not feel like it, and then reality hit when she saw her body on the floor.
"Oh my!" She gasped when she saw the writhed former self lying crumpled and cold on the dungeon floor. She broke into a sob, "My life is over."
A door opened, and then walked in Professor Snape. "Ms. Granger, what are you doing hovering around my classroom when you should be down eating breakfast and flirting with Mr. Potter?"
She broke into an even larger sob, "Oh, look at me! I'm dead! I must have sleepwalked in here and ate your boomslang skin! Oh, I'm so sorry!"
Snape raised an eyebrow at her, "Did you eat it all?"
She nodded her head while wiping her tears from her transparent face.
He sighed, "Well, I suppose we can take your body to Madam Pomfrey. We will think of something to do with it later. Now, please follow me, I need time to prepare my classes."
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Hermione attended her funeral, but no one seemed to be tragically saddened. They could still talk to her, even though (Hermione did not like this idea) she had to quit school. A ghost is not very useful to the outside world.
She and Dumbledore had come to the agreement that she could still sleep in the Gryffindor dormitories, and do activities with her friends, but she could not attend the classes.
When her friends were in classes, and the library had become depressing, she decided to visit her old 'friend' Moaning Myrtle. If you do not remember whom Moaning Myrtle is, I tsk you and order you to reread books two and four.
"Hi Myrtle!" Hermione waved as she flew into the abandoned bathroom.
"Get out of my bathroom, you bathroom whore." Myrtle snarled.
Hermione broke into a sob, "I am sorry, it's just you're a ghost, I am a ghost..."
Moaning Myrtle made a sound of surprise, she floated out of her stall and took a good look at what was to be Hermione. "So you are," she said with a smile. She grabbed Hermione's hand, "Let me show you some of my favorite spots."
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They jumped into a crack in the wall and floated for what seemed like forever. When the finally popped out, they were in a room Hermione had never seen before.
"This," Myrtle said as she broke into an absolute smile, "is where all the pipes are."
Hermione did not see the greatness of it all. She smiled, trying to be polite, "It's...uh...lovely."
Myrtle smiled, "Isn't it?"
Hermione, in her I'm-not-trying-to-be-rude voice said, "Excuse me, but what is the point?"
"This is where my boyfriend and I make out all the time," Myrtle giggled.
Hermione did not want to know. All the ghosts she had known throughout the castle never bothered to notice Myrtle existed, if you could call it that.
"Who is your boyfriend?" Hermione asked, not wanting to sound too sarcastic.
Myrtle giggled again, "You should know him. I'll take you to meet him tomorrow. We have a romantic date tonight."
With that, Hermione did not want to know anymore. She knew it was not one of her close friends, but prayed it was not a ghost she knew personally.
She looked at her watch, "Well, nice talking to you Myrtle. I should really go and catch up with Harry and Ron. What time and place shall I meet you tomorrow?"
Myrtle sighed with disapproval. She was happy she now had a girl ghost to giggle with. "Ten in my stall."
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What do you guys think? I think it's going decent. If I get a good amount of reviews, I will write the next chapter and I PROMISE I will reveal you Myrtle's boyfriend is.
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"Oh, look at the time," Hermione yawned to herself. She was by herself in the Gryffindor common room, slaving over a particularly hard Charms essay. "I think 3:30 is my limit. I do have a whole two weeks to finish it. I think I will go to sle..."
She could not finish her sentence, for she fell asleep on her desk, in the middle of the common room.
No more than two hours later, she awoke with a startle. She was standing in the middle of Snape's office. In her hands was an empty bottle of boomslang skin. Hermione gasped, she knew that boomslang by itself was certainly lethal, and could take her life, if she did not hurry.
Then the thought dawned on her as she fell to the floor, maybe she had not eaten any at all? Maybe she has some in her pocket, or maybe Snape was just out...but then she realized she had when she stopped breathing.
***
Hermione opened her eyes, but felt entirely strange. She seemed alive, but did not feel like it, and then reality hit when she saw her body on the floor.
"Oh my!" She gasped when she saw the writhed former self lying crumpled and cold on the dungeon floor. She broke into a sob, "My life is over."
A door opened, and then walked in Professor Snape. "Ms. Granger, what are you doing hovering around my classroom when you should be down eating breakfast and flirting with Mr. Potter?"
She broke into an even larger sob, "Oh, look at me! I'm dead! I must have sleepwalked in here and ate your boomslang skin! Oh, I'm so sorry!"
Snape raised an eyebrow at her, "Did you eat it all?"
She nodded her head while wiping her tears from her transparent face.
He sighed, "Well, I suppose we can take your body to Madam Pomfrey. We will think of something to do with it later. Now, please follow me, I need time to prepare my classes."
***
Hermione attended her funeral, but no one seemed to be tragically saddened. They could still talk to her, even though (Hermione did not like this idea) she had to quit school. A ghost is not very useful to the outside world.
She and Dumbledore had come to the agreement that she could still sleep in the Gryffindor dormitories, and do activities with her friends, but she could not attend the classes.
When her friends were in classes, and the library had become depressing, she decided to visit her old 'friend' Moaning Myrtle. If you do not remember whom Moaning Myrtle is, I tsk you and order you to reread books two and four.
"Hi Myrtle!" Hermione waved as she flew into the abandoned bathroom.
"Get out of my bathroom, you bathroom whore." Myrtle snarled.
Hermione broke into a sob, "I am sorry, it's just you're a ghost, I am a ghost..."
Moaning Myrtle made a sound of surprise, she floated out of her stall and took a good look at what was to be Hermione. "So you are," she said with a smile. She grabbed Hermione's hand, "Let me show you some of my favorite spots."
***
They jumped into a crack in the wall and floated for what seemed like forever. When the finally popped out, they were in a room Hermione had never seen before.
"This," Myrtle said as she broke into an absolute smile, "is where all the pipes are."
Hermione did not see the greatness of it all. She smiled, trying to be polite, "It's...uh...lovely."
Myrtle smiled, "Isn't it?"
Hermione, in her I'm-not-trying-to-be-rude voice said, "Excuse me, but what is the point?"
"This is where my boyfriend and I make out all the time," Myrtle giggled.
Hermione did not want to know. All the ghosts she had known throughout the castle never bothered to notice Myrtle existed, if you could call it that.
"Who is your boyfriend?" Hermione asked, not wanting to sound too sarcastic.
Myrtle giggled again, "You should know him. I'll take you to meet him tomorrow. We have a romantic date tonight."
With that, Hermione did not want to know anymore. She knew it was not one of her close friends, but prayed it was not a ghost she knew personally.
She looked at her watch, "Well, nice talking to you Myrtle. I should really go and catch up with Harry and Ron. What time and place shall I meet you tomorrow?"
Myrtle sighed with disapproval. She was happy she now had a girl ghost to giggle with. "Ten in my stall."
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What do you guys think? I think it's going decent. If I get a good amount of reviews, I will write the next chapter and I PROMISE I will reveal you Myrtle's boyfriend is.