Ok, for those of you who are reading Gin Gin Pop Gets Mione Stomped, sorry for the lack of update and I know you might hate me for this but it is, as of now, abandoned. *dodges avada kedavra* Please don't kill me lol but I didn't think any of it through and was just making the whole thing up out of thin air. By doing so none of it really made sense and it was all rushed, looking back I prolly should've left it a one-shot cause none of it really went together anyway. If any of you want to try I give you full permission to continue it yourself but I, for the time being, am leaving it as it is.
This FF is a completely different story, so I hope you stick around to find out.
Hermione's Body
"Everything just got way out of hand. I should've known better honestly, it was all a complete misconception on my part. ", Hermione said biting her bottom lip like she always did when she faced a problem.
"It's ok Mione, you can tell me anything," Harry said taking her hand lovingly in both of his "I can never think anything bad abou-" Hermione cut Harry off before he could finish,
"It's not the basilisk attacking students, it's me!" she exclaimed ignoring the fluttering in her chest, she was running out of time and needed help if she was going to beat this.
3 Months Earlier
Hermione Jean Granger was a normal enough girl…to an extent; from an uneducated outsider's prospective she was utterly regular. An only child, loving parents, great friends, and good grades, she had absolutely no red flags in her home life. But if one was do a little digging into these grades, more specifically the classes in which she earned them they'd realize that she was far from normal.
Instead of seeing an A+ in Chemistry they would see an O in Potions. Hermione was like no one in her family, she was a witch, and some would even say the brightest witch of her age. From the time she entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry she had been the top of her year, she was even made Head Girl. So going into her 7th and final year at Hogwarts seemed to be an easy accomplishment...at first.
"What?" Hermione asked unmoving as if she's just been on the business end of a Stupefy.
"I would hazard to guess that you heard me quite well by your look of astonishment Miss Granger, but since I enjoy shaking things up I will repeat myself." Professor Dumbledore said ice blue eyes peeking over his half moon spectacles, "As you are aware, in your third year you walked out of your Divination course less than half way through term. That was all fine when you were pursuing a career in The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, but now that you are changing you path to that of an Auror that class is the one and only that you are lacking.
"To become an Auror you must take at least one year's lessons of Divination." The Headmaster stated plainly folding his hands atop his desk with a slight smile pulling at his lips.
Hermione had only just recently figured out what she wanted to do for a job in her future. At first she thought that she would help out the house elves and expand he own little organization S.P.E.W however, during the events of the summer and following the defeat of Lord Voldemort she realized that the world, wizarding and muggle, needed her in their corner, more than the elves needed to be set free.
Never once had it crossed her mind that the one class that she couldn't stand, with the one teacher that, in her opinion, was worse than Professor Snape (because at least he knew what he was bloody talking about) was the only thing standing in the way of her doing so.
"So I have to retake Divination." It wasn't a question or a statement directed to Dumbledore, but he answered anyway just because the look of dismay on his Head Girl's face tickled his beard.
"Yes. You must."
Hermione could've protested, she could've taken a page out of Pansy Parkinson's book, magazine rather, and stomped her foot about how it isn't fair. But she knew that would only embarrass her. Fully aware of her audience she rose gracefully from her seat in front of the Headmaster's desk,
"Thank you for your help Sir," she said tucking an invisible hair behind her ear out of habit, "I suppose I have no choice but to ask if you can put me…back into Divination then." The brunette witch said reluctant and almost painfully to a still smiling Headmaster Dumbledore.
"Yes Miss Granger I see no problem in seeing to that matter right away." Hermione took that as her dismissal and turned to walk out the large oak doors; if she hurried she might be able to make it to dinner in time for the pumpkin pie, if Harry hadn't eaten it all yet.
"One more thing Miss Granger," Dumbledore called out to his top student, "be sure that your inner eye is well rested for tomorrow's class. We wouldn't want you to strain it your first day back."
Hermione for her part was not sure if she should roll her eyes, laugh, or be really creeped out at his advice. Settling for a neutral facial expression, the patented raied eyebrows and faint smile, she started towards The Great Hall.
Hermione tried her best not to drag her feet on her way out of breakfast that morning. Whatever dark evil was behind putting this awful excuse for a class first in the day was barking mad. She was really not looking forward to Divination, so much so that she didn't set her alarm and Harry, who she shared the Head dorm room with, had to wake her up.
Letting out an audible sigh/groan as she and her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley trudged the long journey to the North Tower and up that dreaded trap door.
"Oh it isn't that bad Hermione," Harry said from the right side of her placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "We'll be there." His statement was followed by a primitive grunt.
The two of them then turned to Ron only to see that he still was stuffing a hand full of eggs into his mouth, the yellow yolk dripping down his face proved it to be a sunny side up. Holding back her own breakfast from making a reappearance Hermione looked back at Harry exasperatingly.
"Well, I'll be there." Harry offered, taking a step to the right, "Ron isn't really civilized until the second class of the day." The dark haired wizard said truthfully with a shrug.
"Oi! Um ight 'ere!" Ron said trying to defend himself, only managing to drop his mouthful of egg out on his tie. The other two looked away just in time to miss him shoveling it all back into his mouth.
"That. Is. Disgusting." Hermione said as Harry pulled her to his right side protecting her from any 'shrapnel' that shot out of Ron's face. They walked the rest of the way in a comfortable silence only occasionally commenting on Ron's lack of manors and lack of awareness for everyone else's gag reflexes.
As the trio came upon the entrance to Hermione's personal hell she couldn't help but feel a déjà vu. The last time she set eyes on that ruddy silver ladder she was walking away from it, she'd thought she wiped her hands of the Trelawney…experience 4 years ago.
"Welcome class, take your seats. Pavarti I would suggest you sit over by Lavender, your inner eye seems to be blocked today; her presence will benefit your seeing immensely." Trelawney stated as she strode across the room clanking her bracelets frantically.
'As if it was a big sacrifice' the brunette thought.
Hermione didn't have to ask Harry or Ron where her dorm mates usually sat, every other class they're inseparable why would here be any different. With a scoff to herself Hermione took her seat next to the boy who lived.
"Today we will be diving into the more complicated portion of Divination," there was a long pause for dramatics, "we will be learning about potions associated with the sight, more specifically A Vista Fare. Does anyone know what this is?" for once Hermione didn't know the answer, and she didn't mind one bit. Lavender raised her hand quickly behind the trio. Hermione made a mental note that the blonde wasn't completely clueless.
"A Vista Fare, or Sight's Brew, is a potion used by those who cannot seem to draw the bridge between their inner and outer eyes and open their mind to the future. It is said to be safe when drunk by a virgin," there was a laugh across the room at that part, "and is said to have disastrous results otherwise."
The brightest witch of their age was dozing off by now. How Ron managed to pass this class was beyond her when she considered he fell asleep during interesting classes. Just as her eyes drifted shut,
"MISS GRANGER! It is wonderful to see you here again. I'm glad you've decided to broaden your mind in the art of Divination." The flighty professor said loud enough to shake Hermione awake.
The girl in question fought the urge very hard not to say 'Don't flatter yourself; I'm only here for the credits.' Nutter or not, she was still a teacher and she had to be respectful.
"However if my pensive mind tells me correctly, you aren't a believer in the seeing." Hermione couldn't ignore that though.
"No honey that's not right, good try, but no." she said condescendingly. Trelawney looked confused, "Pensive, not even close to describing someone's mind." The girl clarified
The professor in question began eyeing Hermione over her glasses, as if she had something on her face. Trelawney smirked quickly and turned away.
"If my memory serves, you were never fully in touch with your inner eye Miss Granger." Hermione glared at her attempt at a hidden insult, "I highly suggest that you take this potion so you can at least begin to build the bridge between you conscious eye and your inner one."
"No, I'll pass." The younger witch said flatly crossing her legs. There was no telling what that potion would do to her if she ingested it, and there was a good chance that it was just watered down goblin piss.
"Oh but I implore you Miss Granger." The professor wasn't giving up that easy.
"Oh but I deny you Professor." She answered in a mocking voice.
With Hermione's best interests in mind Harry interrupted, he knew his best friend and he knew she could keep this going all day.
"Honestly, it can only help you at this point Mione." Harry whispered to her, "I think you should do it, if anything it'll get you a bit pissed and you'll walk around the rest of the day like that. No biggie."
"Yes Miss Granger, Mister Potter is right. No biggie." Professor Trelawney repeated shrugging her shoulders and taking a step closer to their table.
Hermione considered it for a minute. If anyone knew how to talk her into something it was Harry Potter. Whether it be sneaking out into the black lake to go swimming after curfew or breaking into Gringott's bank, she always caved when inquired by him. Those green eyes were undeniable…
Looking up from her musings she had finally decided,
"Fine. Give me the sodding potion then."
"Oh joy, this shall be interesting." The professor announced aloud, "Now Miss Granger, as it may be embarrassing to say in front of you classmates, it is purely a safety matter. The A Vista Fare potion is only safe to take by mouth of a virgin, before I give you this vile, I must ask…" the teacher didn't speak the rest but trailed off dramatically again.
Hermione blinked her eyes remembering when she visited Viktor Krum that fateful summer. He was nice for the most part, the only boy who had ever been kind to her besides Harry. The two of them had spent the entire summer together and had grown rather close. They did end up sleeping together but she was by no means going to tell this sad Ms. Cleo wannabe along with the entire classroom. 'What's the worst that could happen?' the head girl thought to herself.
Plastering on a look that said, 'Are you seriously asking that?' Hermione reached out, took the small pointed vile from her professor and unstoppered it. When she pulled out the cork allowing air to hit the potion it went from a silvery color to a tawny gray. With one steadying breath she threw it back gulping it down fast.
Hermione had prepared for a horrid taste like Polyjuice potion, but instead was greeted with a wonderfully warm sweet savory ness that she usually associated with butterbeer. Her eyes drifted shut against her will, but she needn't pay attention to it.
"How do you feel?"
She was positive that someone had asked her that, 'Whoever it was should probably take their head out of their book bag before they speak' she thought to herself, but didn't answer the voice right away. Feeling her body sway in a wind that didn't exist, Hermione let herself get carried away by the million little hands that seemed it fit to take her under. She felt as if her entire body was asleep, but instead of pins and needles and pain, she felt soft prodding all over her, as if they were just trying to nudge her awake like Harry had that morning.
"She's completely monged out, look at her face Harry." Hermione didn't know who that was but smiled all the same as she slowly drifted to sleep.
The corridors were quiet as Collin Creevey was walking back to Gryffindor Tower. It was a usual thing, he would just get all too caught up in developing his pictures in the dungeons and have to stay out after curfew, everything would be fine just so long as-
"Collin Creevey! What are you doing out of bed." A voice he recognized all too well called from behind him causing him to spin around.
"Erm…I was just…uhh" he stammered uncertainly.
"Or have you even been to bed at all tonight? Developing pictures again I presume." Her voice wasn't its usual chastising tone as she stepped closer to him.
The 6th year boy just lowered his head and waited for the inevitable to happen, he braced himself for at least a week's detention when he felt …a hand lightly pressed on his chest.
"Being naughty are we?" she whispered seductively into his ear, giving him chills.
That caught him off guard and caused him to drop his photo album on the floor, spilling its contents in the process.
"Crap!" he exclaimed as he knelt down to pick them up.
"No, no, let me Collin." The girl bent down also, exposing her already very visible cleavage. She flipped her hair to the side and tilted her head up looking him in the eyes, hers being an almost red shade of hooded brown.
"um th-tha-thanks." Creevey muttered, almost paralyzed by her gaze, but mostly by the growing bulge in his trousers. She smiled at his predicament and reached out a hand and interlaced their fingers.
"You're going to come with me." The two turned around and headed in the opposite direction of Gryffindor Tower, stopping quickly at the first empty classroom.
Wordlessly she unlocked the door and pulled him in.
