The bad side of Hermoine Granger.
By RavenRain.
Chapter 1.
Summery: SS/HG. Hermoine has no inhibitions and says and does whatever she feels like without holding back anything.
Rating: PG-13 (mostly for little acts of violence or swearing.)
Warning: Sex, drugs (alcohol), and Rock 'n' Roll, lol. This is bitchy Hermoine coming out to play so she's really mean to everyone (Harry, Ron etc.) If you don't like Harry, Ron, Draco and anyone else I can think of bashing then leave now.
A/N: I'm weird, I know...you'll get used to it. But I've only seen the first HP movie and read a lot of Fanfiction so sorry if I get any details wrong about charecters, settings, etc.
Feedback: Greatly appritiated. Plus any constructive critisism is welcomed along with help on HP details.
No one knew it to look at her but there was an extreemly dangerous side to Hermoine Granger. She felt invisible to everyone. All they saw was her intellect...they never saw her beauty or fun exciting side. All was about to change when Draco decided to have a little fun with Harry.
"What better way to screw with him then to see his evil side come out to play." Draco thought with contempt for the sickingly good 'boy-who-lived'.
He was walking to the breakfast hall playing with the potion bottle up his sleve. All he'd have to do is cast a spell to make the potion go into Harry's drink. Then when Harry drunk it he'd have no inhibitions and everyone could see him for what he really was. Draco knew Harry was just fake. That underneath it all he was just as bad as Draco himself, he was just too chicken to show it.
What Draco didn't take into account was Harry spilling Hermoines drink by accident and offering her his drink instead. Drinking it down fast, Hermoine really wanted to get into some dry clothes and to the library to read up on more Potions.
Hermoine stood up to leave and suddenly felt a wave of dizzyness hit her. Grabbing the table to study herself she closed her eyes tight until the feeling passed and she stopped swaying. Her eyes popped open and she felt weird. She couldn't put her finger on it but there was something different about her. She shook it off and decided to leave...she was bored and sitting here listening to Ron and Harry talk Quiditch was annoying her.
Harry thought she was upset at him for spilling her drink and grabbed her arm to stop her walking away.
"Look, Hermoine, I'm sorry I spilled your drink on you. Please don't go." He said, giving her his best puppy dog eyes.
"I'm bored so I'm leaving. Seriously do you boys ever think about anything OTHER then Quiditch?" Hermoine said. She thought it was weird that she'd say that out loud. Sure she had always thought that but she always held her tongue because she was 'a good little girl'.
'Screw that! I'm not gonna be good any more. Enough holding back. If they ask me something they better be prepared for the cold hard truth!' She thought and tried yanking her arm out of Harry's grasp.
"Let. Me. Go." Hermoine said with a sudden surge of anger.
"Hermoine. Please tell me how to make it up to you?" Harry pleaded hating to think that he caused her to get upset.
"Look, I'm gonna change into dry clothes and go somewhere...alone! Now either you let me go or I change out of these wet clothes right here."
After waiting a pause and still he didn't budge Hermoine decided to have some fun. Kicking her shoes off and socks, she yanked her top over her head and unbuttoned her skirt letting it pool to the floor. Standing there in her underwear she sighed dramatically and said,
"Finally, I'm out of those horrible wet clothes!"
Then looking at them fully serious now she said,
"I told you if you didn't let me go I'm change out of my clothes right here. When are you boys gonna start listening to me?"
Not waiting for an answer Hermoine turned on her heel and walked out of the great hall swaying her hips and earning quite a few gasps and cat calls.