What should've happened when Ginny got lippy with Hermione. From the angel's POV. My first FanFic so don't flame too hard. PS-I have pretty bad grammar and am not entirely sure of format...I just wing it.
"Really Hermione, don't go acting as if you know anything about Quidditch."
As she said that I honestly couldn't tell you what I was thinking, I just knew that any kind of friendship between us was out of the question. She took my silence as a victory of sorts and sniggered, not a very good look on her I might add. Of course I had to say something now,
"Oh I'm sorry Gin, I'm sorry that I choose to pay attention to things that matter." I spat back at her with as much false pleasantness I could muster turning my attention back to the Runes homework on my lap. Her face when I used that nickname was all I needed but she just didn't want to stop.
"Like what? School work? That seems like loads of fun", she replied sarcastically what a stupid thing to say
"Sorry that I want to have a real career when I graduate. To me, being able to support myself does seem like 'loads of fun' it seems like a whole truck load of fun actually."
Feeling myself getting angrier I put my parchment and quill down in front of me on the coffee table.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean? What are you implying Hermione?" the ginger girl obviously was growing angrier as well because she stood up, forcing me to follow suit
"Well here I thought I was being perfectly clear in what I meant," I said with a dark chuckle, "What I am implying is that you will not amount to anything except for possibly a mediocre house wife whose greatest moments are spent telling her also mediocre children what it was like going to school with the 'Boy Who lived', even though he really never looked at you twice!" Harry who had previously been keeping out of it looked over at me for a second when I mentioned his name but at this point I was yelling and there was no calming me down.
"You're really one to talk Granger, you speak as if you haven't been pinning over Harry since third year-"
That's where I stopped listening; I just needed to find my wand so I could curse this slag's head off. Remembering that I left in up in my dorm let the thought go and went back to the girl in front of me,
"You don't even have any type of personality, at least, not one that's interesting or worth getting to know. He and Ron obviously only hang around you because you do their homework-" I stopped listening again, but this time there was action. Losing all thoughts and fears I let my anger take over. I was not going to let this juvenile love-struck puppy talk down to me.
*Crack!
To this day I'm not sure if it was my knuckles or her jaw that made the loud popping noise that echoed throughout the common room that day. But after she collapsed onto the floor everyone seemed to have forgotten the sound of my fist connecting and focused on the crash that sent books flying and spilled a spare vile of ink on the floor.
"I don't do their school work; I check over it and correct it where it needs to be. Next time, get your facts straight you unbearable little cunt."
With that I sat back down by the fire, picked up my books and went back to my homework ignoring the gaping boy with bright green eyes and dark hair across from me.
"Bloody hell Hermione, I thought only Malfoy could get you that mad," Harry said chuckling, "for the record, if she wasn't a girl and my best mate's sister, I would've done the same thing…spare the foul language." Once again, he had managed to calm me down with some much needed laughter.