"D'you want to snog, 'Mione?" Seamus Finnigan asked hopefully from a
darksome corner of the Common Room.
Hermione shot him a rather poisonous glare. "Snogging is reprehensible conduct for a prefect, Seamus," she said in a sniffy voice.
"But you're my witch," he insisted sulkily.
"Actually, I'm not. I'm my own, er, witch. Furthermore, I'm a prefect. Prefects cannot be caught in situations like that. Can you say 'awkward?'"
Seamus didn't respond. Hermione watched with little emotion as he trudged up to his own Common Room. "Aren't you being a little tough on Seamus?" said a voice from her right.
"Harry! Were you eavesdropping?"
"No. Actually, I was just sitting on this chair and happened to overhear your conversation. Can you say 'frigid?'"
"Can you say 'mortifying?'" she mumbled in a muffled voice. She had buried her face in her hands. "I have to go on my rounds. Go to bed, Harry."
"Well, good-night, then. I'll have to go up there and comfort poor, cold and lonely Seamus..." He went red. "You best not have your mind in the gutter," he added with a glare.
Hermione dissolved into giggles. "Good night, Harry."
Hermione snatched up her wand and her knapsack before clambering out of the portrait hole and out for her nightly rounds, part of a prefect's allotted duties. 'An aspiring Head Girl just can't go about snogging boys in her own Common Room,' she told herself as she wandered the corridors by wandlight, 'even if he is her boyfriend.' She directed her beam at the statue of Quinlan the Quirky. 'Cho Chang is the Head Girl this year...I'm certainly better grade-wise than she is. But to be caught in such a situation...Really, what was Seamus thinking?'
Hermione's bemused thoughts were interrupted as she passed the library. She backtracked quickly. A dim light was coming from somewhere within, and she could hear movement. She grinned. Hermione's favorite part of being a prefect (other than the wicked bathroom) was the thrilling hunt and the eventual kill of an offender.
She quietly slid open the door to the library and peered distrustfully in. Hermione crept in haltingly, looking around. "Who's in here?" she said in her best prefect-voice. She had to stop herself from adding, "Come out with your hands up!" Hermione stifled a giggle.
"Hermione?"
"Ron Weasley! What on earth are you doing in here?" She placed her hands on her hips and glared at the spot from whence his voice had come. (A/N: LOL. I like that word. whencewhencewhencewhence o.O)
He rose guiltily from behind a column of papers and books. "Sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry? Do you realize the brevity of your offense? You have just broken - mutilated - one of Hogwarts most crucial rules! 'No student is permitted out of his or her Common Room after midnight!'"
Ron opened his mouth in protest, "But -"
Hermione cut him off. "Punishment must be enforced," she said.
Ron went bright red. "I'm your friend!" he said angrily.
"This act of blatant rule-breaking cannot be ignored because we're friends," she replied irritably. Maybe the OLD Hermione would have bent under Ron's plea...Hermione shook her head firmly, making Ron stare. Since the end of Fifth Year, Ron and Harry had been going out of their way to exclude her from dozens of things...from dozens of conversations and investigations and excursions. She felt like she didn't even know them any more. Hermione's eyes welled up with tears. "I CAN'T BEND THE RULES FOR YOU!" she shouted, a bit louder than she had intended. "And we're NOT friends."
Ron looked at her, stunned. "What d'you mean?"
"Have you gone retarded, Ron? Can't you understand common English? We're not friends. You think you can just casually leave me out of everything and I won't notice? I'm not blind, Ron. I know that you and Harry talk without me, that you go down to Hagrid's without me...you do all sorts of things without me. Just because - well, I don't know why, but it's bloody annoying and it hurts and I wouldn'tve -" But she was cut off in midsentence when Ron kissed her.
*MARS*
Please R/R
Hermione shot him a rather poisonous glare. "Snogging is reprehensible conduct for a prefect, Seamus," she said in a sniffy voice.
"But you're my witch," he insisted sulkily.
"Actually, I'm not. I'm my own, er, witch. Furthermore, I'm a prefect. Prefects cannot be caught in situations like that. Can you say 'awkward?'"
Seamus didn't respond. Hermione watched with little emotion as he trudged up to his own Common Room. "Aren't you being a little tough on Seamus?" said a voice from her right.
"Harry! Were you eavesdropping?"
"No. Actually, I was just sitting on this chair and happened to overhear your conversation. Can you say 'frigid?'"
"Can you say 'mortifying?'" she mumbled in a muffled voice. She had buried her face in her hands. "I have to go on my rounds. Go to bed, Harry."
"Well, good-night, then. I'll have to go up there and comfort poor, cold and lonely Seamus..." He went red. "You best not have your mind in the gutter," he added with a glare.
Hermione dissolved into giggles. "Good night, Harry."
Hermione snatched up her wand and her knapsack before clambering out of the portrait hole and out for her nightly rounds, part of a prefect's allotted duties. 'An aspiring Head Girl just can't go about snogging boys in her own Common Room,' she told herself as she wandered the corridors by wandlight, 'even if he is her boyfriend.' She directed her beam at the statue of Quinlan the Quirky. 'Cho Chang is the Head Girl this year...I'm certainly better grade-wise than she is. But to be caught in such a situation...Really, what was Seamus thinking?'
Hermione's bemused thoughts were interrupted as she passed the library. She backtracked quickly. A dim light was coming from somewhere within, and she could hear movement. She grinned. Hermione's favorite part of being a prefect (other than the wicked bathroom) was the thrilling hunt and the eventual kill of an offender.
She quietly slid open the door to the library and peered distrustfully in. Hermione crept in haltingly, looking around. "Who's in here?" she said in her best prefect-voice. She had to stop herself from adding, "Come out with your hands up!" Hermione stifled a giggle.
"Hermione?"
"Ron Weasley! What on earth are you doing in here?" She placed her hands on her hips and glared at the spot from whence his voice had come. (A/N: LOL. I like that word. whencewhencewhencewhence o.O)
He rose guiltily from behind a column of papers and books. "Sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry? Do you realize the brevity of your offense? You have just broken - mutilated - one of Hogwarts most crucial rules! 'No student is permitted out of his or her Common Room after midnight!'"
Ron opened his mouth in protest, "But -"
Hermione cut him off. "Punishment must be enforced," she said.
Ron went bright red. "I'm your friend!" he said angrily.
"This act of blatant rule-breaking cannot be ignored because we're friends," she replied irritably. Maybe the OLD Hermione would have bent under Ron's plea...Hermione shook her head firmly, making Ron stare. Since the end of Fifth Year, Ron and Harry had been going out of their way to exclude her from dozens of things...from dozens of conversations and investigations and excursions. She felt like she didn't even know them any more. Hermione's eyes welled up with tears. "I CAN'T BEND THE RULES FOR YOU!" she shouted, a bit louder than she had intended. "And we're NOT friends."
Ron looked at her, stunned. "What d'you mean?"
"Have you gone retarded, Ron? Can't you understand common English? We're not friends. You think you can just casually leave me out of everything and I won't notice? I'm not blind, Ron. I know that you and Harry talk without me, that you go down to Hagrid's without me...you do all sorts of things without me. Just because - well, I don't know why, but it's bloody annoying and it hurts and I wouldn'tve -" But she was cut off in midsentence when Ron kissed her.
*MARS*
Please R/R