Hey…..was watching Gargoyles…and this thought popped into my mind, lol.

Ok….around…..7th year, so Hermione has plenty of time to grow up and TOTALLY bore Puck out of his lil freaky mind, lol.

The Mask of Puck

By: ME!!!!!!!! DAMN ALL YOUR DOUBTFUL EYES!!!!! MEEEE!!!!!!!

Hermione growled under her breath as Draco and his cronies slithered away. She really didn't need to hear any crap from them, especially while she was in the middle of studying for the Potions exam! It was bad enough having to listen to their half-witted comments during class, but it was starting to get ridiculous. Being called a mubdlood didn't hurt her feelings anymore, it just got so bloody annoying!

She was starting in on the paragraph when two familiar weights plopped down on the bench on either side of her. She looked up to see the brightly flushed faces of Ron and Harry…who looked a bit too pleased with themselves.

She closed her book and asked what they had obviously been waiting to hear, "Alright then, what happened?"

Ron beat Harry to it, "It was brilliant! Harry and I were going back to Potions because I had forgotten something, and laying right in front of us was Colin's camera! So, we picked it up, playing with it a bit, when we heard something from behind one of the doors in the dungeon. The doors are rather thick, so it must have been pretty loud for us to be able to hear it. So, we opened the door slowly, hearing now what was rather graphic music, and-"

"And Snape was in one of the dungeons, tied up with some strange little troll whipping him, naked! And he was quite enjoying it if you know what I mean-"

"Harry Potter!" Hermione stood up and got away from the table as fast as she could, "What the hell are you talking about!?" She was very…very glad that the rest of the library was deserted at this time of day.

Ron pulled something out of his robes, "Here, look."

She took it, and turned it around to see a moving picture of-"RONALD WEASLEY!!!" she threw the picture at him, "You two are sick! Why would you take a picture of that!!?"

Harry and Ron both shrugged, but then Ron smiled, "After the initial…shock, Harry snapped the photograph, no one noticed and we ran off. We asked the camera to develop the photo for us, and it did, nice little chap, and we gave it back to Colin when we found him. Then…we made copies of the picture and put one in every common room."

Hermione shook her head…"You two amaze me sometimes…what do you think will happen when Snape finds out?"

They shrugged, and she sighed, "Well, I hope he doesn't for your sake. And…in the common rooms? Even Slytherin's?"

They nodded, Harry rubbing his forehead, "Yeah, we asked the painting to just let the picture in, we said it was a surprise for Draco, and it believed us! We then did a quick memory muddling charm on it so it couldn't remember our faces."

Hermione laughed, now realizing what was going to happen once the students retired to their rooms, "Well…I should say I'm proud of you for thinking that, but I'm not! Really…taking a picture of it of all things! That's disgusting!"

Harry shuddered, "Believe me, the real thing was worse."

They all started laughing before Hermione saw the time, "Oh, I've got to go! I promised McGonagall that I'd help with sorting some of the old boxes they found last week. I'll see you at dinner!" She ran off, looking for the classroom that she ha agreed on.

When she got there, however, there was only a note saying that she couldn't make it, and that, if she could go on without her, 50 points would be awarded to Gryffindor, per box.

There was about 5 large, dusty boxes, but Hermione didn't mind, she was thinking of all the strange things that she might find in them! She had been told that the boxes had been found in a wing of the school not opened for nearly a hundred years…and she dug in.

She found the usual stuff in the first two, old books, pictures, and hats…but in the third, she found a heavy, iron cast chest.

She hefted it out, wiping the sweat from her brow, it really was heavy! She looked at the lock, tossing her nearly waist length honey brown curls over her shoulder. It seemed much older than 100. She pulled at it for a moment, before remembering she was a with and pulled out her wand, whispering, "Alohomora." And slipped it off. She knew she probably shouldn't be doing this, but why not?

She lifted the lid, wincing as the ancient thing screeched its uncomfort, then looked inside, hmmm…just a piece of cloth.

She lifted the cloth, which looked pretty good for being locked up in a box for who knows how long, then pulled it out and smiled. Underneath was an ivory mask. It had the shape of a handsome young man, almond shaped eyeholes and a grinning smile for the mouth. She lifted it carefully, now noticing the pointed ears and that the mask was attached to a wealth of silver silk, obviously for hair.

She held it up to the light, noticing that there was a slight film of dust around the eyes and blew on it, not wanting to brush it off and damage the mask. She looked to a mirror on her right and held the mask in front of her face, wanting to see what she would look like if she had an elfin face, then frowned, why couldn't she see herself?

She held the mask away again, turned it around and gasped…

…two highly annoyed silvery blue eyes were looking back at her.

Hey……what ya think?