Another new story, a bit of a twist on the classic Potter tale, and very out of character! But please enjoy none the less :)
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Chapter One: The Library
Hermione Granger sat in a small overshadowed corner of the Library of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sifting through her Ancient Runes notes, scribbling yet more by the sides and over the top. A curly strand fell over her face, loose from her tight bun. She gave a small puff and it swung away from her, but fell again into her eyes. She gave another puff, and then angrily took the hair and mashed it into the top of her head, only for it to fall once more. "Damn you hair! Why do you not do as I say?" She took the strands and wrung them with one hand, glaring angrily at her own hair. "Oh God, what am I doing? I'm talking to hair!" She whined rubbing her face with her palms, pushing up her spectacles and going over her eyes particularly hard. She groaned and lent back in her chair, throwing her head back and staring towards the ceiling. The tall roof of the room was dark and distant, barely made visible by the moon that shone through the window beside her, and the small candle that lit her workspace. She huffed, and facing forward again she began underlining certain terms and symbols muttering to herself, "Err, Hydra is nine...Unicorn is one...Demiguise...Demiguise...err, what the hell is it?" She racked her brains, but the answer would not come. "Oh for God's sake! What is wrong with me?" She began packing her things slowly into her bag, rubbing her eyes in discomfort. It was already late that Friday night, and although the essay didn't have to be in until the following Thursday, she wanted it completed and out of the way as soon as possible. Yawning, she stood up and threw her bag over her shoulder, wobbling slightly from the weight. Leaning down she blew out the candle and then turned to walk away, rounding one of the long bookcases and walking towards the exit.
There was a crash, and the books to her left shook. Taking her wand out, she aimed it unsteadily in front of her, creeping around the corner quietly. Coming to the very corner, about to face the source of the disruption, she gave a sharp intake of breath and then flung herself about, holding her wand aloft. But she soon gave a disapproving, sickened grunt, seeing to figures hunched against the bookshelves. Ron Weasley was lip locked with none other than Lavender Brown, who sat perched upon a table, her feet hooked around the back of his knees. "Do you two have no decency? This is a library!" She cried at them. Ron jerked his head around, crystal blue eyes flashing at her through the darkness.
"You. Piss off, I'm busy." Lavender giggled, and dragged him back towards her by his thick ginger hair, taking one of his hands to her thigh as she hitched up her skirt ever further. Hermione placed her hands upon her hips censoriously, glaring back at him.
"That is disgusting Weasley, show a bit of decorum." Ron stood from the wanting girl next to him and walked over to Hermione.
"What's up Granger? Wish it was you wrapped around me?" He took the strand of hair that had previously plagued her and tucked it under her hair-band. She slapped his hand away, giving him her most evil look,
"Do not touch me you pig!" He laughed and then attempted to take hold of her waist, but she hit him with her bag and he backed away, shocked. "Did you not hear me?" She questioned him, amused by the look on his face.
"How dare you hit him!" Screamed Lavender, rushing forward and lunging for her. Yet Ron stopped her, pulling her back and holding her to him,
"Leave it Lav, I always have someone that's actually a woman to hold instead of such a man like Granger." Hermione's face burned in embarrassment,
"How dare you call me a man!" She shouted at him,
"Well, any sane woman would throw themselves at me; you don't, so it's just a logical assumption!" Lavender began laughing hysterically, and Hermione shot her a deadly look, before turning on her heels and stalking from them, feet pounding against the stone floor madly. There was another rustle from in front of her as Madame Pince eyed her disapprovingly,
"Library!" She hissed, squinting as Hermione stumbled past and out into the corridor.
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Ron left Lavender alone in the library not long after, walking along the second floor corridor wandering what to do with himself. He had been begged not to leave, to give more, but he left none the less, thinking over what had occurred between himself and his fellow Gryffindor. "That girl," He mumbled, "What is her problem? Maybe she really is a man." He chuckled to himself, becoming more lively in his step. He strode tall as he made his way up each set of staircases, heading for the seventh floor. As he hit the sixth floor, there was a loud crash in front of him. Looking up he saw one of his own housemates upon the floor, a scatter of books and notes around them. 'Mmm,' He thought slyly, 'Nice ass on this one.' He straightened himself out and swayed towards her seductively. "Can I help you there?" He tittered sexily. She shrieked dropping the books that she had gathered. Flicking her hair backwards and pushing up her glasses Hermione rounded on him in anger. "You!" He stood back, arms flailing.
"Who else moron? Are you stalking me or something you creep?" She looked at him in disgust, earning the same look back,
"I don't stalk men Hermes!" He shot at her, smirking all the while. Yet his face faltered as an Arithmancy book flew towards his head, narrowly missing him by millimetres. "And that was for what you little whore?" He was growing angrier by the second, allowing this girl to overpower him, to get the better of him. She paled at his sudden outburst.
"How dare you speak to me in that way?" She stood up to her full height, though he still dwarfed her. She jabbed at his chest, "Just because every other girl practically strips every time you come by it doesn't mean that I bloody well will!" She turned and began gathering her books again, repacking her bag.
"You think you won't?" He seethed, dangerously low. She stood up and walked from him, stomping once more up the next magical staircase and up the portrait of the Fat Lady,
"Password?" She asked solemnly.
"Hopscotch." Hermione threw at her, and she nodded before swinging forward and allowing her to enter. She stepped over the threshold into the small entrance corridor, looking out towards the common room. Yet before she could reach the circular opening, she was grabbed and thrown against the wall by strong arms and a body that crushed her tiny frame. She shuddered slightly, frightened but determined to not show weakness.
"You're just like all the others, you know that don't you? Secretly wanting me, lusting after my body, being as slutty as you can be to get me to notice you." Ron whispered, dangerously close to her ear. She whimpered, trying to run from him but he pushed himself against her further, restricting her breathing. "Just try to get to me Granger, just try it," he breathed heavily and then bit her ear, hard. She squealed even louder and kicked him hard in his shin, pushing him off and running into the common room and up the tower to her dormitory. The few people lingering around the dying embers of the fire stared after her curiously, and eyebrows raised as Ron hobbled out after her muttering and rubbing his leg. He glared at them, "What are you lot looking at?" He shouted hotly, and they instantly turned from him. He practically bounded up the stairs, turning left at his own dormitory and pounding on Hermione's door. "Granger! You open up right now!" He banged upon her door once more, "Granger!" There came a creaking and Parvati Patil appeared in a small white negligee, leaning against the door frame.
"Oooh Mr Weasley, here for some midnight wanderings?" She smiled sweetly at him, fluttering her eyelashes,
"Where's Granger?" Parvati pulled a sickening face and stood up straight suddenly,
"Hermione? What the hell do you want with that virgin?" She scowled back into her room at Hermione who was hidden from view.
"Tell him to piss off!" Came her voice, a little shaky, but strong with determination. He tried to barge in, but Parvati stopped him by pressing herself to hm.
"You get here now Granger or you'll get more than a bite next time!"
"Is he deaf? Like seriously, does he have some kind of aural affliction?" She shrieked madly,
"Bite?" Parvati asked questioningly, rounding on her dorm mate. Yet her face changed instantly, and turning back to Ron she pushed him outside and slowly closed the door on him, "Sorry Ron, girl talks underway! I'll catch you later tiger!" She slammed the door and then practically clawed at Hermione, who fell back in terror.
"What the hell Parvati?" She cried, pushing her to the floor.
"Where did he bite you? What for? He never bites me, no matter how much I beg! Tell me now!" Hermione shot back and hit the headboard.
"It wasn't anything sexual you idiot, he was just being the ignorant, chauvinistic prat he usually is! You're welcome to him! All of you are! In fact why don't all of you go get in bed now? Have a big one together! Now bugger off and leave me alone!" She pulled on her deep blue kimono over her black nighty and walked out on them.
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