Voila! This is my little take on Hermione! Please read and if you review there shall be more! :)
It was late November.
The class was literally dead as Professor Snape went over his monotonous lecture on how to make potions with herbal root. I looked to my left at Ron who currently had drool pouring from the side of his mouth. I wasn't that surprised really. To my left was the famous Harry Potter, "The Boy Who Lived," the boy who was lost, staring out the fogged, narrow windowpane. Behind me was a clergy of sleeping Quidditch players, girls applying makeup charms, boys pulling pranks on nerds, and the occasional fool who was actually paying attention. This is basically Potions 101, although today felt a little different.
Harry broke his gaze with the window and leaned close to my ear. "Is there even a point to this lecture? No one is listening." He motioned to Ron whose mouth was hanging wide open; a loud snore escaped.
"Mr. Weasley…Mr. Weasley, if you may." Snape's black eyes blazed over with fury while Ron just sat there in a sleepy, desolate heap. With a flick from Snape's wrist and the mumbling of a spell, Ron's body was propped up and his eyes shot opened.
"What the bloody hell?" Ron looked around bewildered, blinking furiosly.
"Excuse me?" Snape said in the monotonous, strident voice that made first-years quiver. "Mr. Weasley, I do not appreciate the vile actions and little attention you pay me in my own class. That is ten points deducted from Gryffindor." A loud moan echoed through the class from the Gryffindors, followed by some 'hoorays' from the other houses.
Ron just sat in his chair swiping the drool off his book. Draco Malfoy slapped a hand down on his shoulder causing Ron to jump a bit.
"Thank you very much Mr. Weasley I feel a lot better now that this class was not a complete waste." Ron just frowned looking down to his feet while Malfoy did that evil half-grin that all the Slytherin girls found so appealing. I didn't like seeing either of those faces, and besides, today was different.
"That's what she said." The warm feeling of mischief coursed through me like a disease.
Harry looked at me rather shocked with eyes aglow behind his spectacles. "Way to go Hermione!" He whispered and gave me a high-five. Malfoy shot an equally shocked face at me. It was practically readable on his face that he did not expect those words from me.
"Granger, you filthy mudblood, you must think you're so smart. Well, I have news for you. Stay in your place with the nerd crowd and maybe you won't be humiliated." His grey eyes bore holes in mine before he sat down. His threat however was not so effective.
"Malfoy, i am that smart, i will not stay in my place, and I can take any humiliation. We all know you're not so tough." I smiled evilly.
"Oh please, Granger don't even start-"
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger. Were you completely unaware of the reprimanding Weasley received for disobeying class orders? It seems house points aren't enough to make you learn."
"Learning in this class would be nice!" The words slipped from my mouth before I could process them, and it wasn't until Neville Longbottom, bless his soul, started clapping did I realize Snape, Harry, Ron, Malfoy, and the rest of the class looking at me with wide eyes and mouths hanging open.
"Mione? You want to die!?" Ron squealed at me, with an expression of amazement and terror.
I looked from Ron to Snape, who appeared too shocked to be enraged. "Ms. Granger…." He began but couldn't seem to muster the words. "Report to Dumbledore's office…immediately."
He tried to sound harsh, maybe threatening, but I honestly could care less. This was certainly more exciting than listening to teacher babble.
I gathered my books and walked to the door, kicking Malfoy in the leg on the way out of Potions 101.
Being bad...wasn't all that bad. It was actually, dare I say it, fun.
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