A/N: Hello! I'm just saying I own nothing, and that this story belongs to me on MNFF as well, so it's not like I'm plaguarizing anything. Thanks, and enjoy!
"Class, pay attention!" Professor Flitwick called out over the chatter, exploding snap and the slug-coughing students, which seemed to be a trend since Ron jinxed Malfoy- er- himself. Hermione glared at Harry and Ron, who were too involved in cheering on Dean, who currently had seven, slightly mangled slugs lying on his desk, until she turned her attention back to Professor Flitwick. "Today, just because I feel like it - I mean since we are such an advanced class - we are going to do one of the most complex charms ever. It is called the Gignoramnus Charm. It's used to turn people into giants," Professor Flitwick explained, and with a complex flick of his wand the innocent bystander standing next to him morphed into a gigantic, ugly, hairy clone of Gregory Goyle, with a resemblance to Vincent Crabbe. The only difference was that it looked smarter than both of them put together. Hermione raised her hand.
"Miss Granger?" Flitwick carelessly waved his wand again and the bystander was returned to normal.
"Professor, wouldn't this be considered Transfiguration?" she asked, showing off her knowledge which was nearly ten times more than her teacher's.
Flitwick looked annoyed. "Under normal circumstances, yes, but you are an advanced class and are therefore expected to learn what is above your average level." It was the best he could make up, and it would do, for Hermione and the rest of the class seemed to accept it.
"Gignrom!" Ron said, pointing at Harry with his wand, for Harry was, unfortunately, his partner in this class. There was an explosion and when the smoke cleared Ron's face was black with soot and it looked as if he had a second nose, which was in reality a giant spot that he had received from the explosion. After class was over, the trio headed towards Potions, Ron's face closely resembled Hermione's when exams are cancelled.
"I'm going to go into hiding at my house," he told them, embarrassed as people were (understandably) laughing at him. A lot.
"Ron, I hate to break it to you, but when you go into hiding you don't usually tell people, and you might want to choose a different place. The first place anyone's going to look is your house," Hermione explained sympathetically, though with a hint of laughter. Meanwhile two girls; Fiona and Alexa, were leaning against the wall, each had a smirk on her face and as soon as Harry, Ron and Hermione had passed they began planning.
"Okay, Fiona, what's the purpose of this?" Alexa asked her accusingly.
"To bring the trio down, because we're better than them and can prove it. We're both in Gryffindor, we're better looking and smarter, too," Fiona said adamantly.
"Wait…. so, you want to kill Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger?" Alexa asked, looking doubtful. "Isn't that You-Know-Who's job?"
"Not kill them, degrading them in public and lowering their social status will do. Besides, if I don't do anything there's no point in this story. You won't get to send anything into the fan fiction site," Fiona said as if everyone should know this. Besides, Fiona had asked her to write up a record of the events of their seventh year at Hogwarts. Nobody else was too eccentric about the idea.
"This isn't another giant squid/Hermione fic, is it?" Alexa took out a notebook and a quill.
"No, this is plan B, because that, apparently, was too good for you," she rolled her eyes and glared at Alexa. "Basically, we're just going to embarrass them in class and stuff…Ron didn't really have his spell in charms backfire, actually I cast an explosion spell on him," Fiona explained with a giggle, but then she gasped as realization dawned on her. "We're ten minutes late for Potions!" she cried, and ran down the hall. Alexa tried to keep up, but Fiona was simply faster, or more afraid of Snape's wrath.
They were just in time, but Snape seemed to think otherwise.
"Miss Baldwin, Miss Franken, you are three point five seconds late, that's thirty-five points from Gryffindor," he said, his mouth curling into an evil smirk.
"But we're not even a minute late!" Alexa protested.
"Thirty-five points each. Take your seat, Miss Franken," Snape turned and flicked his wand and potion instructions appeared on the board.
"The ingredients are on the board, you are making the invisibility draught, I look forward to seeing most of you fail. You may begin." Snape would have then gone to his desk, but Seamus Finnigan raised his hand.
"Sir, won't you get fired if we don't get good grades?" Seamus asked.
"Yes, but then the DADA job will be mine," Snape replied dismissively, then turned to his desk.
After class was over, only two had succeeded in making the invisibility draught; Alexa and Hermione. The trio and the duo left the dungeons, separately, of course. Though the trio didn't know trouble was heading their way in the shape of a potion ingredient, it was.
"Do you have any knarl quills?" Alexa asked Fiona when they spotted the trio again.
"Yeah, why?" Fiona handed her the last quills she had.
"Just follow me and be quiet," Alexa grinned evilly and ran after the trio, Fiona just behind her.