"This can't be happening to me, not to ME. This is terrible, no this is
this is.."
I was cut short by Ron's "For the love of beans it's not the end of the world Herm, it's just a 'A'. Harry and I get 'em all the time on OWLs".
I let out a curt little sigh and set my face into a very definite pout. "I know your just trying to help but its really not working Ron," I said still scowling. I was upset at the 'A' yes, it was a blemish on my record but I knew it wouldn't kill me. I had had a rotten morning that started with a splitting headache. Was it really too much to ask for one of my boys to be a little sympathetic to my needs now and then. Oh yeah, My boys. They're still my best friends of course, but with all that's been going on lately we've drifted apart a bit.
"No, I was trying to help, the first five minutes," snapped Ron, "Now I'm just trying to get you to shut it about the sodding 'A'. Don't you get it Hermione? I'd just about kill for a 'A' in potions and you've been whining about it since we got on the train. By the way, where do you suppose Harry's been all this time?"
Oh no he didn't. With a scowl I gathered my things and responded, "Well then, I'm so sorry to have bothered you, but I actually care about my academic success. So I think I'll go study somewhere.away. while you wait for Harry to finish snogging with Cho. Oh, and by the way. I don't whine you bloody pillock!"
Without even looking away from the Quidditch slick he was reading Ron started, "Give it a rest Hermione, it's the first day of summer vaca-" Slam! The compartment door shut with a very bewildered red head behind it.
That gormless idiot, he had absolutely no clue. Nil. I was completely enamored of him from his crazy red hair to his grotty toes. Why can he treat me like a girl for once? I know he was jealous of Krum and I last year during the Yule Ball but his attentions are always elsewhere nowadays as if he's avoiding me. It's infuriating. I hate boys. They suck. I loathe them! They are all complete idiots and Ronald Weasley is their king!
I ran fuming from the object of my frustration down an unusually empty I was too lost in thought to notice someone exiting a compartment in front of me. Bam! We both went arse over tit to the ground, my books and papers flying everywhere of course.
As I lay dizzy sprawled out on the floor I heard a groan and a familiar voice cursing at me "Bloody clumsy assassin!" If Ron was king of idiots then I had fell upon the Emperor of arses himself! The world came into focus and the hilarity of my bad fortune struck me so funny I could not help laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" spat the foul mooded Malfoy as he stood up.
I sat up and looked up at him with an extremely large grin on my face and replied, "Besides your hair being all prickled up like a porcupine? Let's see, you're a pathetic, dogmatic son of a bitch without wit or grit but full o' shit and one helluva git".
After looking completely stunned for a few seconds He quickly shook it off and set his face the familiar arrogant sneer. "So where are scar-face and carrot top?
Still sprawled out in my mess of papers I replied, "Being pillocks, just toying around really, neither of them could ever compare to the master of bastard that is you Malfoy".
At that he quirked an eyebrow, "Oh my, the dream team is breaking up, damn, and I wanted tickets. What Happened? Pot-head decide to go solo so he could get all the credit leaving little Ms. Ganger all alone".
With an exaggerated sigh I said, "Alas, in the words of the immortal Giles, 'Testosterone is a great equalizer. It turns all men into morons.' I give you exhibit A". As motion toward him the one hand supporting my weight slipped and I feel back flat.
His laughter was instant, he had to lean against the door frame for support. Between hiccups he managed to get out, "Stupid mudblood Granger".
Well, that did it. I had finally reached my boiling point. I pulled my wand out, aimed, and pronounced my spell, "Sterno et Confuto!" In an instant he was pushed back into his compartment and pressed by and unseen force to the floor. I calmly stood up, gathered my fallen books and papers, entered the compartment and closed the door.
I was cut short by Ron's "For the love of beans it's not the end of the world Herm, it's just a 'A'. Harry and I get 'em all the time on OWLs".
I let out a curt little sigh and set my face into a very definite pout. "I know your just trying to help but its really not working Ron," I said still scowling. I was upset at the 'A' yes, it was a blemish on my record but I knew it wouldn't kill me. I had had a rotten morning that started with a splitting headache. Was it really too much to ask for one of my boys to be a little sympathetic to my needs now and then. Oh yeah, My boys. They're still my best friends of course, but with all that's been going on lately we've drifted apart a bit.
"No, I was trying to help, the first five minutes," snapped Ron, "Now I'm just trying to get you to shut it about the sodding 'A'. Don't you get it Hermione? I'd just about kill for a 'A' in potions and you've been whining about it since we got on the train. By the way, where do you suppose Harry's been all this time?"
Oh no he didn't. With a scowl I gathered my things and responded, "Well then, I'm so sorry to have bothered you, but I actually care about my academic success. So I think I'll go study somewhere.away. while you wait for Harry to finish snogging with Cho. Oh, and by the way. I don't whine you bloody pillock!"
Without even looking away from the Quidditch slick he was reading Ron started, "Give it a rest Hermione, it's the first day of summer vaca-" Slam! The compartment door shut with a very bewildered red head behind it.
That gormless idiot, he had absolutely no clue. Nil. I was completely enamored of him from his crazy red hair to his grotty toes. Why can he treat me like a girl for once? I know he was jealous of Krum and I last year during the Yule Ball but his attentions are always elsewhere nowadays as if he's avoiding me. It's infuriating. I hate boys. They suck. I loathe them! They are all complete idiots and Ronald Weasley is their king!
I ran fuming from the object of my frustration down an unusually empty I was too lost in thought to notice someone exiting a compartment in front of me. Bam! We both went arse over tit to the ground, my books and papers flying everywhere of course.
As I lay dizzy sprawled out on the floor I heard a groan and a familiar voice cursing at me "Bloody clumsy assassin!" If Ron was king of idiots then I had fell upon the Emperor of arses himself! The world came into focus and the hilarity of my bad fortune struck me so funny I could not help laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" spat the foul mooded Malfoy as he stood up.
I sat up and looked up at him with an extremely large grin on my face and replied, "Besides your hair being all prickled up like a porcupine? Let's see, you're a pathetic, dogmatic son of a bitch without wit or grit but full o' shit and one helluva git".
After looking completely stunned for a few seconds He quickly shook it off and set his face the familiar arrogant sneer. "So where are scar-face and carrot top?
Still sprawled out in my mess of papers I replied, "Being pillocks, just toying around really, neither of them could ever compare to the master of bastard that is you Malfoy".
At that he quirked an eyebrow, "Oh my, the dream team is breaking up, damn, and I wanted tickets. What Happened? Pot-head decide to go solo so he could get all the credit leaving little Ms. Ganger all alone".
With an exaggerated sigh I said, "Alas, in the words of the immortal Giles, 'Testosterone is a great equalizer. It turns all men into morons.' I give you exhibit A". As motion toward him the one hand supporting my weight slipped and I feel back flat.
His laughter was instant, he had to lean against the door frame for support. Between hiccups he managed to get out, "Stupid mudblood Granger".
Well, that did it. I had finally reached my boiling point. I pulled my wand out, aimed, and pronounced my spell, "Sterno et Confuto!" In an instant he was pushed back into his compartment and pressed by and unseen force to the floor. I calmly stood up, gathered my fallen books and papers, entered the compartment and closed the door.