Hermione Granger's Sixth Year
Disclaimer: None of the characters or concepts associated with J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter novels belong to me, everything else does.
Chapter One: In the prefect's bathroom
Hermione Granger was not one to complain. Sure, she would have the occasional argument and worry sometimes but she did not often feel that complaining was worth anything as she found herself considerably lucky. Hermione was a witch and a very good one at that. Her parents were always understanding and loving, and she had two very good friends Ron and Harry.
Today, however, Hermione clenched her teeth as she stalked down the corridor. She threw glares at anyone who looked questioningly at her. What do they know? She thought bitterly. Although Hermione did have two very good friends, she did not find herself able of confiding much of her personal feelings in them. She was sure Harry would understand somewhat if she tried to explain to him how horrible the day had been, but she also knew Harry had enough to think about without adding her own troubles on his. Ron would definitely not be the right person to talk to, especially since some of things she wanted to talk about involved him. Her other good friend Ginny Weasley was nowhere to be found.
She recounted the events of the day in her head. Hermione remembered waking up feeling just fine. It was a Friday, so it would be a good day, or so she thought. During potions, Professor Snape successfully docked 50 points (possibly more) from Gryffindor for no reason whatsoever. Later that day, she recalled, she had warned a 2nd year Slytherin to stop teasing a 1st year Hufflepuff while flashing her prefect badge at them, and the little brat hexed her. Of course, she knew how to remove it but it was the thought that counted. There were also a few minor things that continued to tick her off through the day, but the worst was still to come. While looking for Ginny, Peeves the Poltergeist had splattered some sort of slime all over her. She cleaned it off quickly enough by using scrougify, yet her skin still felt filthy and covered with grease.
And, she continued, it's only the first week of school. Hermione could not remember having a worse first Friday of the school term in all her years at Hogwarts. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was the school she attended. She was currently in her 6th year.
Hermione's knuckles turned white as she tightly gripped her books. What I need she thought is some healthy relaxation. She immediately headed straight for the prefect's bathroom. She took a few deep breaths as she thought of sitting in the humungous bathtub with steaming water and bubbles floating around her. She walked up to the door she was looking for and said aloud to it, "Lemon Sparkle." The door opened quietly, and she slipped inside.
"HERMIONE!"
Hermione jumped and dropped her books as she looked up to see Ron Weasley dripping with water. He fumbled with the towel in his hands while he tried to cover himself more sufficiently. Ron's face was in the process of turning a lovely shade of burgundy. Hermione flicked her wand at her books, which flew up and into her arms immediately.
"Sorry," she mumbled looking down at her books. She was blushing furiously as she stepped back outside of the room nearly slamming the door in her haste.
A/N: Read and Review please! This is my first shot at writing my own Fanfic so tell me what you think! Thanks ;)
Disclaimer: None of the characters or concepts associated with J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter novels belong to me, everything else does.
Chapter One: In the prefect's bathroom
Hermione Granger was not one to complain. Sure, she would have the occasional argument and worry sometimes but she did not often feel that complaining was worth anything as she found herself considerably lucky. Hermione was a witch and a very good one at that. Her parents were always understanding and loving, and she had two very good friends Ron and Harry.
Today, however, Hermione clenched her teeth as she stalked down the corridor. She threw glares at anyone who looked questioningly at her. What do they know? She thought bitterly. Although Hermione did have two very good friends, she did not find herself able of confiding much of her personal feelings in them. She was sure Harry would understand somewhat if she tried to explain to him how horrible the day had been, but she also knew Harry had enough to think about without adding her own troubles on his. Ron would definitely not be the right person to talk to, especially since some of things she wanted to talk about involved him. Her other good friend Ginny Weasley was nowhere to be found.
She recounted the events of the day in her head. Hermione remembered waking up feeling just fine. It was a Friday, so it would be a good day, or so she thought. During potions, Professor Snape successfully docked 50 points (possibly more) from Gryffindor for no reason whatsoever. Later that day, she recalled, she had warned a 2nd year Slytherin to stop teasing a 1st year Hufflepuff while flashing her prefect badge at them, and the little brat hexed her. Of course, she knew how to remove it but it was the thought that counted. There were also a few minor things that continued to tick her off through the day, but the worst was still to come. While looking for Ginny, Peeves the Poltergeist had splattered some sort of slime all over her. She cleaned it off quickly enough by using scrougify, yet her skin still felt filthy and covered with grease.
And, she continued, it's only the first week of school. Hermione could not remember having a worse first Friday of the school term in all her years at Hogwarts. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was the school she attended. She was currently in her 6th year.
Hermione's knuckles turned white as she tightly gripped her books. What I need she thought is some healthy relaxation. She immediately headed straight for the prefect's bathroom. She took a few deep breaths as she thought of sitting in the humungous bathtub with steaming water and bubbles floating around her. She walked up to the door she was looking for and said aloud to it, "Lemon Sparkle." The door opened quietly, and she slipped inside.
"HERMIONE!"
Hermione jumped and dropped her books as she looked up to see Ron Weasley dripping with water. He fumbled with the towel in his hands while he tried to cover himself more sufficiently. Ron's face was in the process of turning a lovely shade of burgundy. Hermione flicked her wand at her books, which flew up and into her arms immediately.
"Sorry," she mumbled looking down at her books. She was blushing furiously as she stepped back outside of the room nearly slamming the door in her haste.
A/N: Read and Review please! This is my first shot at writing my own Fanfic so tell me what you think! Thanks ;)