Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling owns Harry Potter!
This story follows on from the fourth book in the extract below.
"We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry shouted. "-and he hit Goyle – look"
"Hospital wing, Goyle," Snape said calmly.
"Malfoy got Hermione!" Ron said. "Look!"
He forced Hermione to show Snape her teeth – she was doing her best to hide them with her hands, though this was proving difficult as they had now grown down past her collar. Pansy Parkinson and the other Slytherin girls were doubled up with silent giggles, pointing at Hermione from behind Snape's back.
Snape looked coldly at Hermione, then said, "I see no difference."
It felt like a lifetime as Hermione swung back her head violently, teeth in plain view of everyone staring.
"No!"
"Grarr!"
Harry and Ron grimaced speechlessly as Hermione plunged her new beaver-esque teeth into Snape's shoulder.
"Oww!" roared Snape roared in agony. "SHIT! Crap!"
Ron and Harry wrenched Hermione's bloody teeth from Snape's flesh. It tore as Hermione was shoved back roughly against the blood-spattered wall.
Blood gushed mercilessly from two gaping puncture wounds in Snape's shoulder. He staggered away from Hermione, his face horrified as he felt the drenched patch.
Hermione struggled frantically from her friends grip to stumble against a low tapestry in hysterics, wide eyed goggling at Snape terror stricken.
"Bollocks," she said, realising what she had just done.
Clunk.
Hermione's eyes slid out of focus gracelessly. She slumped to the floor.
Knocked out.
Draco Malfoy had slammed her in to head with a garden gnome, the nearest object he could find.
Gregory Goyle left the hospital wing with his grotesque boils newly removed leaving two sick beds occupied.
In one bed lay Severus Snape, his puncture wounds now reduced to scars that looked several days old, he was staying in due to loss of blood.
Hermione was in the second bed, Madam Pomfrey had taken the liberty of shrinking her teeth whilst she was still unconscious. She was suffering effects of those similar to a bad hangover, but caused by being hit in the head with a gnome rather than getting drunk.
Hermione's eyes opened as she awoke, she was aware of a huge bruise forming on the back of her head. She did not appreciate Draco 'avenging' Snape. Hermione peered over at Snape, a fraction of a lifetime's worth of pent-up anger had been put into her beaver bite. Hermione Granger the calm one had gone. In her opinion the gnome had knocked some sense into her.
"Oi," Hermione hissed at Snape. "Oi you!"
Snape awoke, rearranging his dull features into his usual bored expression. He regarded Hermione.
"What? You do know, Miss Granger, you'll most likely be expelled," he said bluntly.
"I quit, sir. I'm clever – cleverer than you - mostly, you make poww-shuuns!" Hermione said in a dazed voice.
She closed her eyes and laughed softly to herself.
"You have just been hit in the head by a flying gnome. You're certainly at your wittiest!"
"You're a wanker, sir!" Hermione told Snape truthfully. "And you should mind your language too, sir."
She fell asleep instantly to dreams of her truthful new liberated self.
To be continued…
