Hello peoples! I am on a sugar high!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, high is over.
Wait, it's coming back
Okay, now it's over.
Before you berate me for this, I know I should be writing the next chapter of 'Murder She Wrote?' but this plot monkey has been climbing all over what's left of my brain from the sugar high and won't leave me alone! And yes, you read correct, I do not have a plot bunny, but a plot monkey!!!!!!! I rarely ever see him though L
He has no name! Please recommend a name for my monkey in a review! Help the poor nameless plot monkey! DO SOMETHING REAL!
If no one reviews to tell me what to name my plot monkey, I shall call him Jack, after the monkey in POTC!
Disclaimer: I own all the characters in HP, LOTR and POTC! I also own all the places and things in the books and movies! While I'm at this – I also own coke, pepsi, Sprite, Mountain Dew, Hoyts and my very own Rehab centre that I currently am attending!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry about that, the high must not have completely worn off yet
Real Disclaimer: I own none of the recognisable places, things or characters from the HP world. I also do not own the characters, places and things in the books and movies of POTC and LOTR! Neither does I own coke, Pepsi, Sprite, Mountain Dew, Hoyts or my own Rehab centre, but I am currently attending one!
Summary – When the girls convince Hermione to break the rules and take a trip to Hogsmeade after curfew to a muggle karaoke bar the last person she expected to see was her sarcastic Potions Professor.
Explanation – I wanted to write a Hermione/Severus story because apart from disgusting most of my friends, it's my favourite pairing in the world, if a tad OOC.
Pairings – Severus/Hermione
The song that Snape sings is Potion by Morphine – fitting don't you think? It's edited a bit. And the song that the girls sing is 'left outside alone' by Anastacia
Flames will be used for the BBQ
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Hermione Granger, proud creator of S.P.E.W sat at a small desk in the Gryffindor common room, fingers numb from knitting. She was now in her seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and still continuing with her futile attempts to free the house elves. They, however would not budge and now would not clean her room for fear of finding the woollen hats she made, much improved since her fifth year.
She was Head Girl and privileged to have her own room and bathroom. But in spite of all the luxuries the position came with, she was beginning to regret taking it up. In between studying for the N.E.W.T exam at the end of the school year and completing her Head Girl duties, she had little to no time for knitting clothes. Seeing as the house elves would not clean her room, she had begun to hide them in the common room and girl's dormitories. Little did she know that the other Gryffindors had taken to scouring their rooms and the common room for them, as they didn't want the house elves to retire from cleaning the entire tower.
Hermione though, was finally starting to realise that perhaps they were happy with being slaves and didn't want to be freed. And besides, she had to focus all her energy on the NEWTS, which were coming up in a few weeks. Add to that the fact that her fingers were blistering and sore and she was as resigned as she would ever be to give up S.P.E.W.
Sighing from complete exhaustion, she laid her head on the table, before – with a groan – realised that she still had a 3-foot potions essay to complete on the properties of the mandrake plant. She had done this in second year and could probably do it in her sleep, but Snape insisted on revising every little detail, a waste of precious studying time she thought.
Quickly pulling out some parchment, ink and a self correcting quill – she didn't feel up to checking over it in this state – Hermione started the essay and continued late into the night, before collapsing onto her bed without taking a shower or getting changed.
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Earlier that evening three girls, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil and Ginny Weasley to be precise were conspiring the most devious plot ever created, also the most risky. They were planning to drag Hermione away from her studies for just one night to go to Hogsmeade, after curfew and out of school bounds. The risk wasn't getting caught by teachers though, although that was a risk, it was Hermione's wrath. If there was a test, which Hermione hadn't studied for because of this night, they were dead women. Despite this fact they all needed a break and they planned to take Hermione along for the ride.
At the moment they were all sitting cross-legged on Lavender's bed working out the best way to go about executing the plan.
"I think we should wait for a night when Hermione has little to no homework," stated Ginny logically, playing with a loose thread of her pyjama pants.
"Ginny, Hermione never has no homework and even if she didn't have any, she'd be reading up on other things," countered the ever-optimistic Parvati.
"Hate to break it to you Gin, but Parvati's right, we'll have no luck on that forte," said Lavender, adding her two cents in. "The only hope we have is if we catch her in a good mood. A very good mood".
"Well then what about this Friday? She has a Potions test and you know how she is after seeing the look on Snape's face when he sees her marks," suggested Ginny, snapping the thread of her pyjama pants.
"That's the smartest thing you've said all night," exclaimed Lavender proudly.
"Lavender, that's only the second thing I've said tonight," remarked Ginny dryly.
"I know, but out of those two things you said, that was the smartest," explained Lavender to a cynical Ginny.
"Anyway," said Parvati, interrupting their little session. "Regardless of whether it's the smartest thing she said tonight or not, it's a good idea. Friday it is?"
"Friday it is," confirmed Ginny and Lavender simultaneously.
That matter taken care of, they moved on to other subjects, namely Draco Malfoy. His father had been sentenced to receive the Kiss for helping the Dark Lord and Malfoy Junior hadn't been the same since. Of course he was still the arrogant, bigoted, egotistical, suave, narcissistic, chauvinistic bastard he had always been, but his comments seemed subdued now that he could no longer rely on his father for people to fear him.
In addition to that he had been kicked off the Quidditch team and didn't receive the head boy badge that he was tipped to be getting this year. A Ravenclaw by the name of Terry Boot had gotten it instead.
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Waking slowly, Hermione tried desperately to gather her thoughts. She was always like this in the mornings. Sunlight danced across her figure, streaming in through the window directly across from her bed and creating such light that Hermione wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and never come out. Contrary to what most people thought, she was not an early riser, preferring to sleep in when she could. Unfortunately that wasn't often, especially this year with the NEWTS coming up.
Realising disconsolately that it was Friday and that she was going to be late for classes if she didn't get up, she sighed and rose slowly, savouring the warmth that her doona provided her with before reluctantly relinquishing it. Trudging over to the bathroom she shed her wrinkled and dirty clothes that she had slept in and stepped into the shower.
Letting the droplets of water caress her body she mentally prepared herself for the inevitable events that the coming day would bring. Neither Lavender, Parvati or Ginny knew this, but she had known they would be trying to drag her away from her studies tonight since Wednesday.
Hermione had noticed them acting strange and guilty around her this past week and so had set out to do some sleuthing. On Wednesday, she had followed them on their way back from dinner in the Great Hall to Gryffindor tower. She had borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak, saying that she needed it for late night studying in the library – something she had been doing more often these days. Smiling as she recalled the way they had acted, so nervous, she allowed her mind to wander back to yester eve.
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Pushing her food around on her plate, Hermione sighed as she watched the three girls eat their dinner agonisingly slowly. It was only 10 minutes into the meal, but Hermione's curiosity had yet to be quenched and if it wasn't quenched soon, she was afraid she might do something drastic that she would surely regret later.
To her right, Harry and Ron were talking about – what else – Quidditch. Currently Harry was demonstrating a sloth grip roll with a pea (him) speared on a fork (his Firebolt). Having finished with the demonstration to Ron, Harry turned towards her, presumably to show her as well. Quidditch just wasn't her thing; it was such a violent game. However, her best friends didn't accept that as an answer and had been engaging in a futile attempt to get her interested in the sport for at least a year. They claimed that it was a fun, team sport, while she maintained that it was violent and took away precious time, where they should have been studying. That didn't stop her from going to all the games though, where you could count on seeing her yelling her lungs out for Gryffindor.
Spooning some mashed potatoes onto the golden plate in front of her, she resigned herself to a long wait and turned to face the boy who lived with his 'exciting' preview of the Slytherin versus Gryffindor match. Rolling her eyes slightly, she tuned him out, giving small nods when she deemed necessary.
20 minutes later, the food disappeared, causing Ron to let loose a groan and instead dessert appeared on the table. There was sherbet sorbet, ice cream, pudding and a whole variety of toppings that would make any mouth water. The boys tucked in, stuffing food into their mouths at a high-speed rate, while Hermione looked to her left to check on Lavender and co and to see if they showed any signs of leaving yet. To her surprise though, the seats they had been occupying were empty. Frantically, she looked around; if she missed this opportunity there might not be another one. She finally spotted them heading out the doors and almost screamed with relief. Jumping to her feet, she followed them, leaving a very confused Harry and Ron in her wake.
She quickly caught up to the girls and hastily donned the invisibility cloak, concealing herself from sight. Walking far enough away, so that they wouldn't notice her footsteps and breathing, but close enough to be able to hear them, she tread lightly behind them. Just then Ginny spoke up, funny how she always started conversations.
"Laaaaavvvv!" whined Ginny pathetically. "Why did you make us skip dessert? They had Truffle!" she complained, putting a clear emphasis on the word truffle.
"We don't want Hermione to accidentally overhear us," explained Lavender impatiently. At this Hermione's curiosity was piqued even more.
"Why?" asked Parvati unthinkingly.
Beat
"Oh………right!" she added, the others rolling their eyes.
"Allright, so we're agreed it's going to be on Friday?" asked Lavender, taking charge as usual while the other girls shook their head in silent agreement.
Listening closely, Hermione heard them discussing the details of the rather juvenile plan, she thought. They discussed all manner of things and Hermione grew to admire the way they planned it all out, leaving nothing to chance. Clothes, make-up, times, places even moods were discussed in the conversation. They were actually hoping to take her by surprise – well that certainly wouldn't be happening now.
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Snapping out of her memories, the present Hermione noticed that her fingers looked like shrivelled figs, but she was still reluctant to get out of the shower. Sighing softly she turned the water off and got out. Wrapping a towel around herself she cast a useful drying charm and hurriedly got changed, lest she missed breakfast or worse her first class.
Running a brush through her bushy hair, (though it wasn't as bad as her first year) in a futile attempt to straighten it she stuffed her books into her bag and, checking on Crookshanks, left the room.
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Just over 5 pages.
By the way, this isn't going to be a long novel length fic; it'll probably be only 3 or less chapters
Don't forget to do something real and name the poor nameless (4 now) plot monkey
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