A/N: I do not own Harry Potter. This is an AU. This is also for the Houses Competition.
House: Ravenclaw
Year: 4
Category: Drabble
Prompt: [Sound] Whistle
Word Count: 294
Hermione was happily walking down the bustling hallway to her next class, Potions. Her green robes, with the Slytherin crest sewn onto them, swished around her ankles when she heard a sharp whistle coming from behind her. She turned swiftly, bushy hair swinging behind her. Her gaze landed on a red-headed boy, his face sprinkled with freckles, who was eyeing her up.
Hermione's face flamed just as red as the boy's hair, but not out of embarrassment, no this was out of pure rage. She narrowed her eyes, dropping her books and straightening her robes as she stormed towards him and his little posse.
"Oh? Coming to get some of carrot-top here?" asked the black-haired buffoon, with glasses perched carelessly on top of his face, one lens cracked. He was sitting nonchalantly with a smirk on his face next to the boy who had whistled at her.
Hermione's rage bubbled over as she took in the sight in front of her. In a split second she had hauled them up and smacked the both of them. She let a smirk play across her face at the sight of the two boys sprawled on the floor, knocked over from the force of the blow.
"Ow!" the red-head shouted, looking up with wide, frightened eyes. Gasps were heard throughout the rest of the crowd of Gryffindors, shock evident on all of their faces.
The group of Gryffindor boys scattered, running off towards their common room, gawking at the red handprints on the boy's faces. Hermione smirked and gathered herself, smoothing her hair back behind her ears and flattening her green robes. She continued on her way down the hallway, off towards her next class of the day with a smug feeling.
Today was a good day.