Untitled With Three

Chapter One

Her hair was frizzed out to the likes of a poodle. The mascara had run-a-muck on her face, leaving two black trails. And she had broken a few nails. Hermione Granger was a mess. To sum it up in three letters? P. M. S. She had managed to completely ruin a perfectly good Saturday with a bout of slight emotions. She let out another shriek as she tried to complete this "stupid...worthless...completely pointless...Potions essay."

            "Hermi-"

            "What?! What do you want? Do you want to tell me that this stupid Potions essay is due in tomorrow and I haven't even begun to grasp what that stupid, insanely dumb, knicker binding Snape wants me to actually write about?!" she responded. In her exaggerated motions she managed to frazzle her mood more by spilling her ink on what she had completed of her essay.

            "-ione. Do you want breakfa-"

            "Breakfast?! Breakfast?! How can you think of breakfast at a time like this. Potions essay! Snape! Hello!"

            "-ast? You seem a little on edge tod-"

            "Edgy? Edgy?! I will show you edgy! Well, I don't know how I would show you edgy but damnit you will get edgy!"

            "-day. Is anything wron-"

            "Anything. Anything. Fred Weasley! Have you heard a word I have said. Potions! Snape!"

            "-ng? Because, if you knickers are in a twi-"

            "Do not talk about my knickers you pervert!"

            "-ist, a little food might just help. Come with me and Geo-"

            "Food. How ca you think of food."

            "-orge. We are going to hoard the kitchen. Hope the house elv-"

            "Don't you have any respect for those house elves?"

            "-ves don't mind. We just want a two a.m. sn-"

            "Fred! Leave!"

            "-nack."

            "..."

            "Bye Hermione. Pop some Midol."

            "Midol!? Midol?! How dare you say I need Midol! Take some Midol yourself you old…you old…what exactly is Midol…?" she rambled, or rather mumbled on for a few more minutes. Poor Fred. He had left before she even went off about the Midol.

Hermione's List Of Things To Do

Finish blasted Potions essay. Apologize to Fred.

She looked down at her now ink soaked essay.

Rewrite, so I can finish, Potions essay.

As they say in every other world, when it rains it pours.

I am not even sure if I like this idea. Just the fact that no one ever acknowledges the fact that witches get PMS too made me laugh, and I got inspiration. Hopefully this will develop into a sort of Fred/George/Hermione fiction.

Oh. And… I want to somehow get Draco in a bunny suit in here. That would be so ultimately sexy. Grrrruf. ;)

So, review if you like or you don't. :) I am easily pleased. Also, just tell me if I should even go on with it. Heh.