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Chapter 2: Sticks and Stones
The rest of the meeting was a blur to Hermione as was the Sorting and the Feast; she barely acknowledged her presentation to the school. Harry and Ron were not at the feast but she was glad instead of worried. In the last six years Harry had only managed to attend two sortings. The Feast had finished and Hermione led the Griffindors' up the winding staircase to their tower dormitories. On the way Peeves blew in like a bad smell.
"OOOOhhh icky wicky first years, icky wicky first years."
"Peeves go away!"
Hermione said forcefully.
Peeves ignored her and out of nowhere he produced a black balloon. With careful aim, his eyes going crossed and with his tongue poking out, he let the balloon loose on the group of small first years. They all screeched and ducked in unison. All except for Hannah Dinklea an unfortunate relative of Neville Longbottom. She was hit on the face and with and odd WHOOSH the balloon exploded. Peeves cackled with glee, flipping summersaults into the air. Hannah was now covered in honey. Before she could start screaming Hermione performed a quick cleanup with her wand. Peeves seemed oblivious to Hermione's expression.
"AWWW isn't she the sweetest?" He said in an odd Texan accent laughing at his own joke, while Hermione rolled her eyes at the pathetic pun.
Peeves then broke into song, his voice so off key some first years clapped their hands over their ears.
"Sticky, icky, wicky, first years,
Don't shout or shed those tears,
I am Peeves the Poltergeist,
And I deserve some cheers!"
He paused briefly bowing and scraping saying, "Oh thank you, your too kind" in front of his terrified audience but no one did anything, so with a cat-like grin he produced a larger black balloon. He was reading himself to throw again when with a flourish of her wand Hermione forced the balloon to explode in his hands and honey dripped all over his cross-eyed face and formed droplets on his pasty nose, with a good deal of spluttering and cursing he flew of down the corridor. Hermione felt somewhat embarrassed at the claps and cheers aimed at her. With a small smile she began to climb the staircase again.
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"Willow," She said to the familiar picture of the Fat Lady.
With a smile the Portrait swung forward revealing the Griffindor Common room.
"First Year Girls this way, First year boys on your left," Hermione said briskly.
"Oh no! Harry she finally turned into McGonagall." Ron's voice broke out above the sleepy chatter of the Griffindor House.
"Harry, Ron," Hermione whirled around to see her two best friends leaning on the wall beside the exit. (Or entrance depending on what side of the Portrait you were on.) "Where on earth have you been?"
Ron and Harry grinned at each other.
"Well, we went down to Hogsmeade and, " said Harry, "In honour of your rise in ranks us lowly scum…."
"…Decided to give you a surprise," said Ron.
With a smile and a flick of his wand Harry (along with Ron and the rest of Griffindor) yelled
"SURPRISE!"
Hermione looked at Ron and Harry in confusion.
"What …." She began to say then she followed Ron's pointed gesture. "Oh gosh," Was all she could manage.
The whole common room was suddenly lit up will colourful bubbles which floated around the room giving off multi-coloured light, on the tables there were huge mugs of Butter beer, Honey dukes sweets were placed carelessly in huge piles. Above the roaring fireplace was a huge banner that changed colour and flashed different signs that said things like 'Three cheers for Hermione, Head girl extraordinaire'. Someone, probably Seamus had painted a rearing Griffindor lion eating a snake and badger whilst chasing a raven in flight and the words 'Griffindor Rules'. Everyone was standing in front of her cheering.
Hermione raised her hand and silence ensued. "You did all of this for me?" She asked bewildered.
"Of course, Hermione." Said Ron coming up beside her.
"Oh, you guys!" She said flinging her arms over a startled Ron her face now wet with tears. "This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me."
"It was no problem Hermione." Ron replied patting Hermione awkwardly on the back with a look at Harry that said 'Women.'
"Come on Hermione, before everyone else eats the food first, you've been at the feast but me'n Harry are starved." Ron led the way to the stocked tables.
Hours later after the party Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting contentedly on the cosy armchairs staring into the fire. Ron still toasting some leftover Honey dukes Expanding Candy puffs (Like the muggle Marsh mellows only when heated over a fire they grew to the size of pies filled with gooey delicious melted puffs.) Everyone else had already collapsed into bed.
Harry was talking to Hermione quietly when Ron sat up yawning, "Hey, I'm goin go to bed now night 'arry and 'mione." His words slurred by sleep.
Harry also rose. "Right, I'm coming too. Goodnight Hermione, have fun in the Head's apartments. (The Head's of the school had a lot of privileges, one of which was that they got a huge suite to live in.)
'Fun?' "Yeah sure." She said sarcastically but Harry was too tired to notice her change in mood. "Goodnight Harry, goodnight Ron sleep well guys and thanks for everything." Then she left through the Portrait.
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Walking down to the Head's dorm Hermione's feeling of dread grew. Malfoy, of all the gits it could have been it had to be him. Frankly Hermione was startled to find him still here, after Voldemort's return she had expected him to leave to receive a more 'specialised' education.
"Quis Custodeit ipsos Custodes." She said wearily to the statue of Saint Adriana, a mediaeval witch who was idolised and hailed as a Saint by the superstitious muggles for performing a simple spell on their crops.
She laughed at the Password 'Quis Custodeit ipsos Custodes, Who will guard the guards.' Indeed who would protect the people from their protectors. The Ministry had long since lost any respect that Hermione had had for them.
Mulling over such thoughts she walked through her new lounge area into her room, passing Malfoy's on the way. She didn't stop to chat wanting to postpone the inevitable fighting match that would occur the moment they saw each other. She wanted to be awake enough to have some good comebacks. Slipping into her comfortable bed she drifted off into welcomed sleep.
xXx
Only to be rudely awoken by the foulest smell she had ever smelt.
Jumping out of bed she ran into the bathroom gagging. When her eyes had stopped watering she wet a towel and thrust it over her nose and mouth before turning from the bath chamber and striding into her room. Hermione snatched her wand up from her beside table. She grabbed an empty bottle from the bottom of her trunk, all the while fighting to not be overcome be the powerful stench. With a wave of her wand and a half remembered spell she succeeded in pulling all the horrid air into the glass container. When the smell was contained she thrust the cork into the bottle's neck.
Hermione glared at the bottle full of swirling yellow mist.
'Urgh a stink bomb.'
"MALFOY!"
She screamed hurtling out of her room to march up to his door. With out bothering to knock she stormed in and turned on the light only to be stopped dead in surprise to see Malfoy rousing out of sleep, his thumb in his mouth.
"Huh? What? Granger what the fuck are you doing in my room!" Said Malfoy startled awake.
"You suck your thumb?" asked Hermione in glee, countering his questions with hers.
"Mudblood get out, you're contaminating my room!"
"Contaminating? Me? No Ferret you contaminated my room!" She barked back, holding evidence A; The glass bottle.
Malfoy looked up from his bed at her in bewilderment then as he remembered a malicious smirk spread across his face.
"What?" He asked innocently, "You didn't like your welcoming present? I'm hurt Mudblood, I thought that's what you'd want. You know something to remind you of your stinking muggle home.
"What did you say?" Hermione screeched her face turning as red as Ginny's rage building up inside her.
"Granger, I had no idea you were deaf as well as stupid and vile."
"Malfoy the only vile thing here is you, you snake, you worm, you disgusting ferret! Why don't you do the world a favour and crawl back from where you came from. In fact you stupid Death eater why don't you crawl back to your pathetic master Voldmort and let him finish you off for us."
"You will die for that mudblood!" Malfoy snarled ominously, getting out of bed.
"Sticks and Stones Malfoy, Sticks and Stones." Said Hermione as she turned to leave throwing the glass bottle against the wall as she did so releasing the stench into Malfoy's room.
The last thing she heard before shutting her door and returning to bed was a faint "Bitch!" Followed by a gagging sound.
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Yes this is a Romance so don't worry it's just that I'm building up their relationship (I hate those stories where after years of hatred they randomly fall in love with each other they have a history and I'd like to show that.
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