Author's Note: Pure, freaky fluff. I got to thinking one day, what if the Doctor got into to much candy? And what woul happen if he met Hermione? My mind scares even me.
Disclaimer: Per usual, I own nothing but my own insanity.
Doctor Comma The
Hermione Granger was a clever girl, unusually so. She knew obscure facts and could work out complicated problems in seconds. So the fact that she was currently standing on the Hogwarts ground, completely speechless and uncomprehending would have startled most people.
Then again, perhaps not. It was not, after all, everyday that a blue police box materialized on the grounds of the formidable Hogwarts on a clear spring afternoon. And certainly not everyday that she had to accommodate the sugar-high, bouncing ball of childlike energy that was the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm, Destroyer of Worlds.
Destroyer of Hermione's sanity, if he continued like this.
"So, who are you again?" She asked wearily. The Headmaster had informed her this morning that they were expecting a guest, and she was to greet him and show him around. He never once mentioned how terrifying the Doctor truly was in all his baffling, energetic glory.
"Told you, I'm the Doctor. D-O-C-T-O-R. Doctor, comma, the. Capital D" He grinned maniacally at her, bouncing on the balls of his feet, before holding out a white paper bag like an olive branch
"Jelly baby?"