I realize that the first chapters have been short. Most, if not all, of the chapters will be. Also, I'm not exactly sure how long this story is going to be.
Disclaimer: I STILL do not own Harry Potter. I know, sad, isn't it?
Chapter 2: The Laugh of the Loony.
Hermione was acting strange. It started when Ron decided to go out with Lavender. After she had confessed to him her feelings. And since then, things had just spiraled downwards, out of control.
The other day, Harry had found her making a sock-puppet. By hand. Which, he'll admit, wasn't TOO terrible. But when she was done making it, she had started talking to it. She then would put it up to her ear and make it's mouth move, as if it was talking back.
Granted, it might have been. Or... it might have been talking back if she had actually enchanted it. She hadn't. Plus, she had NAMED it. Ella.
And that was one of her more normal occurrences.
Despite Hermione's obvious lack of sanity, she still showed up for class and did everything perfectly. Though she now kept to herself and didn't answer any questions. Even if they were directed at her.
It was like she was in her own little world. Oblivious to everything and everyone around her. Except schoolwork. Apparently being mad had made Hermione an even better student. Harry hadn't thought that was possible.
But what was she up to now? thought Harry.
Hermione was sitting in the corner, behind a large pile of books, laughing maniacally. Uh-oh.
Hermione: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! My magnificent plan is coming along wonderfully!
Hailey: Uh, Hermione? It's really not all that great of a plan. I'm pretty sure Tinkerbell could have come up with a better one.
Hermione: Hailey, if you don't quit typing and being mean right now, I'm going to shove you out a window. To see if you're a witch, of course. *evil glint enters eye*
Hailey: HELP! SAVE ME FROM THIS CRA- *crash* Sorry for my overreaction a second ago. Hailey... I mean... I was just joking around. Hermione is perfectly sane. And comes up with the greatest plans ever.
*muffled voice comes from outside, under a slab of concrete*