I obviously dont own anything, its all queen jk rowlings..
The Tuesday seemed to be an ordinary one, a pretty good one, if anything. They hadn't gotten any homework for Charms, and Snape had for once ignored Neville and Harry instead of humiliating them during Potions.
So when Harry, Hermione and Ron arrived at the Gryffindor Common Room after their lessons, they hadn't been expecting the chaos they found there.
Cormac McLaggen was cowering on one side of a mahogany table, almost hiding behind it, while several Gryffindors were shouting at him from the other side. Ginny seemed to be in the center of it, screaming at him in a voice that rivalled one of Mrs. Weasleys Howlers. Dean was keeping Ginny pinned to his chest, preventing her from jumping across the table to Cormac, while still managing to sneer at him.
However she was not the only person screaming gory death threats at him. Parvati was holding back Seamus, who was shouting at Cormac what exactly he'd like to do with his intestines. Katie Bell was simply watching, her hands clapped over the ears of a first year.
"Bloody hell." Ron whispered, in shock. He had never seen his fellow Gryffindors like this.
The Trio rushed to the table, intent on finding out what had happened.
"What's going on?" Hermione exclaimed, asking no one in particular.
It took 5 seconds for everyone to realise who had asked, and in 5 more seconds the entire Common Room was silent. Everone stopped screaming, Ginny stopped struggling and Dean released her. Everyone stared at Hermione, most with a definite portion of pity, Cormac flushed and looked at his feet.
"What?" she asked again, self consciously patting her hair down. No one answered, and it was starting to freak her out.
"You should probably sit down for this, Hermione." Dean spoke finally, when no one else said anything.
"Why? What happened? Can someone tell me why you're all staring at me like my cat just died?"
"I reckon Cormac should tell her. He created this damn mess."Seamus snarled with a glance at Cormac. Everyone murmured in approval, avoiding Hermione's eyes now.
Cormac looked horrified, cleared his throat and nodded.
"Well, I just, um, had a little disagreement with Draco Malfoy about who'll win the match next saturday and, ahem, we made a bet." he explained, his voice becoming increasingly quiet.
"That's it?" Harry chuckled. Hermione shrugged and bent to pick up her bag, intending to go up to her dormitory.
"Wow, you guys were fighting about that?" Ron laughed, relieved.
"It wasn't just any bet, it was an Unignorable Bet, Ron!" Ginny explained, flushing in anger again.
Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance and a shrug, neither of them knowing what this meant.
"And it included Hermione." Dean added. At this, Hermione dropped her bag again.
"Promise not to freak out and we'll tell you everything, Hermione." Ginny pleaded, glancing at Hermione's right hand, which was clutching her wand in a deathly grip.
"I won't freak out." she said, though her grip did not relax, and neither did her expression.
"Okay, well, an Unignorable Bet is kinda like a parody of the Unbreakable Vow, you see. It's not that serious, but if you ignore the punishment you agreed on with the person you'll pay for it."
"Pay for it?" she questioned.
"Not with money. The punishment is never the same, sometimes its a few weeks of really bad acne, sometimes its a headache." Ginny explained.
"My aunt had a friend who got a third eye because she ignored her punishment. She couldn't get it off." Demelza added.
"You're not helping, girl." Lavender added quietly.
"So what did you bet for?" Hermione asked calmly.
"Well, if Gryffindor wins Malfoy will have to wear a Gryffindor shirt for a day." Cormac explained.
"And if Slytherin wins you'll wear a Slytherin one, or what?" Ron asked.
"No.. he'll be able to commandgrangerforthreehours." he mumbled.
"What?" Hermione asked through her teeth.
"He'll command you for three hours." Cormac explained, flushing in shame.
"But- but- It's Cormac's bet, right? It doesn't bind Hermione, so it's not her who'll get punished if she ignores it. Right?" Harry chuckled rather nervously.
"That's what I thought, but apparently it bound her as soon as Cormac agreed." Dean explained. As soon as what he said sunk in, Ron and Harry started shouting, triggering the other students again.
In the chaos that ensued, nobody noticed Hermiones eyes rolling into the back of her head, her body flopping onto the floor like her limbs turned into jelly. They only realised when her head banged on the floor.
"Hermione!" Several people exclaimed, finally forgetting about Cormac.
"She fainted, someone bring her to the Infirmary, or at least onto the sofa or something." Katie suggested.
"Oi! You stay right there!" Ron had realised that Cormac was trying to sneak away.
"You take care of Hermione, I'll deal with this dickhead." Ron told Harry, before rushing after Cormac.
Harry secured one of his arms under her knees and the other on her back before picking her up.
Harry was furious as he carried Hermione over to the sofa. Her head wobbled on her neck, occacionally hitting his shoulder, but he could hardly focus on her.
His head was full of the things he'd like to do to Malfoy and Cormac. Everyone knew what an idiot Cormac was, it was Malfoy he was worried about. Draco Malfoy hated the Trio with a passion. In addition to the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin, he also hated Harry, Ron and Hermione in particular. Always looking for a way to annoy and humiliate the trio. Harry didn't even want to imagine what Malfoy would have Hermione do in those three hours, should they lose the match.
He started pacing around the Common Room. Some of the students left the Common Room, others scattered around and sat down to wait.
Harry had barely calmed down when Hermione began to stirr. She blinked up at him through fluttering eyelashes and rubbed her head.
"Harry?" she breathed. Harry stopped walking and sat down next to her instead.
"Hey. You fainted." he explained, reaching up to stroke her cheek. Everything that had happened in the past hour came back to her.
"I'm going to murder Cormac McLaggen." she said, while she attempted to sit up, although her head was spinning.
"Maybe you should wait a bit." he said, pushing at her shoulders to stop her. She stopped struggling suddenly, her hands gripping his arms.
"Harry, what am I going to do? What if Gryffindor doesn't win? He'll make me do horrible stuff!" her lip quivered.
"Hey, it'll be fine! When have I ever lost the snitch to Malfoy?" he asked her, holding her face in his hands. She sniffed.
"Remember the Quidditch World Cup?" she reminded him. He sighed. It was true. Krum had caught the snitch, but Ireland had won the match.
"Yes, well, this is not a professional match. And we'll be training extra hard, alright? Don't worry." he promised her, and pulled her to his chest.
She left the Common Room soon after, and went straight up to her dormitory. Lavender and Parvati stopped talking when they saw her.
"You OK?" Parvati asked her eventually. She had refrained from crying in Harry's company. She had done that thing when you look up at the ceiling so your tears dont fall, because once they do there's no going back. But she couldn't hold it back anymore. So when Parvati asked her, she instantly started sobbing. Parvati and Lavender jumped up and pulled her onto her bed. Although they never really had a great relationship, merely a peaceful cohabitation, they helped calming her down.
The next day, she sat through breakfast with rec, puffy eyes but determined indifference to the bet. Harry and Ron and, in fact, all the other Gryffindors kept chancing cautions glances at her, but she ignored them, and started reading Charms book, which was propped up against a jug on the table.
She went about her business and acted like it was just a usual day, pretending that the previous day had never happened. Everything was normal, except maybe the fact that Ron and Harry didnt leave her alone for more than 10 minutes.
They were relaxing on the courtyard during lunch when the Slytherins came by.
"I wouldn't make any plans for sunday, Granger." he smirked at her. Harry and Ron stepped up instantly, Hermione clutching both of their arms to hold them back.
"Ignore him, Harry. Ron! Just ignore him."
"You won't tell your boyfriends to ignore me once I'm done with you, Granger." he chuckled, Crabbe and Goyle guffawing loudly behind him, although Pansy Parkinson was starting to look quite sour.
"You're pushing it, Malfoy." Ron warned him.
"Alright, alright. I was just thinking, what should I make her do, though. I mean, the possibilities are endless, you know. I could have her do my homework..I could have her on her knees polishing my shoes.. I could have her do something else while she's down there." he said, and smirked nastily.
Harry and Ron ripped themselves free and threw themselves on Malfoy. Harry toppled him to the ground, punching furiously, too outraged to even think of getting his wand. Ron threw himself at Blaise Zabini, who was the closest to Malfoy.
It took little time for the students to gather around the fight, and as soon as they heard who was fighting, Dean, Seamus and Neville joined in. It turned into a full on brawl of the sixth year Slytherins against the sixth year Gryffindors.
"God, I can't wait, Potter. I've been trying to get Granger alone for years." His nose started bleeding. "And now McLaggen's served her on the silver platter."
It was a good thing that in that moment McGonagall and Snape came to separate the boys, because Neville was being used as a punching bag by Crabbe. Goyle had Seamus in a headlock while Dean and Theodore Nott seemed to be rolling around rather than really doing any damage.
McGonagall swung her wand once and all the boys were flung apart, Ron and Blaise Zabini even rolled a few times before coming to a stop.
"What in the world is going on? I haven't seen a brawl like this since 1976!" she exclaimed, clearly in shock.
"Malfoy! Is there an explanation to this?" It was lucky for the Gryffindors that McGonagall was present, as it would not allow Snape to blame them without asking.
"Potter and his followers attacked, Professor." his voice sounded nasal, as he was nursing his broken nose.
"We call them friends in Gryffindor, Malfoy." Harry snarled, wiping blood out of his eye.
"Mr. Potter I am deeply dissapointed by your behaviour." McGonagall hissed at him.
"You wouldn't be if you heard what he said about Hermione, Professor McGonagall." Ron jumped in. Professor McGonagall turned towards Hermione, raising her eyebrows, as though asking her whether she approved of this. Hermione avoided her eyes.
"Very well. I believe three detentions for each of them is fair?" she asked Snape, who nodded in approval. They turned on their spots and went into opposite directions.
Madam Pomfrey had gotten instructions to not heal any of them, which explained the five boys sprawled out in the Gryffindor Common Room, moaning and groaning about their injuries.
"Stop moaning, Ron, you're the least injured here." Hermione said, though her statement was not biting. She appreciated what they had done, even if she'd never say she approved.
"I'm hurt because I was defending your honor and this is how you thank me?" he joked, Hermione scoffed.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Lavender had moved over to Ron. They confinued mumbling quitely, Harry watched for a few seconds, and was sure that Ron was exaggerating just a little.
Dean and Ginny were sitting in an armchair together, Ginny appeared to be fussing over his bruises.
"Thank you by the way. You should've just ignored him, though." Hermione murmured, sitting down next to Harry.
"Not after that." Harry said, avoiding her eyes. Hermione had just come up from the kitchens, bringing ice for each of the boys. She leaned over Harry and pressed the ice on the wound above his eye. Harry hissed at the cold.
"I wish I had learned some healing spells." she sighed. Harry realised exactly how close she was to him. The smell of her shampoo had him sniffing the air. It smelled of almonds. Whenever she moved her hand which was holding the ice another smell wafted over him, a smell that was distinctively hers. It was familiar by now, but the proximity resulted in a stronger concentration of it. It was making his head spin.
He reached up instinctively and tucked a springy curl behind her ear. It sprung free again making them laugh. It tickled her nose, she was scrunching her face up. She was close enough to count the little freckles across her nose. If he leant in just a little more..
"Oi! Where's my ice?"
Thanks, Ron.
So, this is an idea I had while I was searching for DHr/HHr fics. It might be a 2 or 3 part story, depends on how much I write.
Please leave me a review, any improvements? Any requested scenes? I might write a separate fic if anyone requests a scene that inspires me :)