A/N: Hey guys! Second chapter here..hope you like. I know I haven't gotten much reviews.and my story hasn't really shown up on fanfiction, but I wanted to get this story running.
Mon Amante
Chapter 2
Hermione shot up in bed as soon as the alarm clock went off. She reached over and turned it off, rolling over in her bed. She opened her eyes sleepily, and saw a blurred image of..
"Abby! What the hell is your problem!" She cried. Hermione pulled up the sheets to cover her face.
"Your going to have to get up sometime. Who knows, if you get there early enough, guys might actually give you a go." She laughed.
"You infuriate me to no end.." Hermione muttered, jumping up from her bed. She looked over to the wall clock and read the time. 8:15..not bad. Wait..
"Abby! You reset my alarm clock!" Hermione cried, running into the bathroom. She came back out dressed in her school uniform, slipping on a robe as she slipped her shoes on.
"Not even a shower? No wonder you haven't been laid.." Abby muttered, sitting on the bed, watching Hermione run from corner to corner of the room, gathering her things.
"Can you at least help me? Jeez..and how did this piece of parchment end up over here? I left it on my desk last night.." Hermione wondered aloud, placing it in her bag.
"I don't know, something called a spell?" Abby shrugged innocently.
"What?"
"Are you deaf also?" Abby smirked.
"At least you know how to speak properly."
"You mean talk?" Abby grinned evilly.
Hermione just sighed tiredly. She grabbed a hair tie and put her hair up in a messy bun as she walked out the door.
"I love how I receive no thanks for at least waking you up!" Abby yelled after Hermione, walking through the portrait herself.
Hermione ran down the hall, rounded a corner, and flew down the stairs. She made a beeline for the first door and walked in. She closed the door quietly behind her and tiptoed over to her seat. Luckily she had History of Magic, and Professor Binns was busy explaining something, turned away from the class. Didn't they interview teachers before they hired them?
She scanned the classroom for a free seat. She looked around and saw that the only available seat was next to Lavender Brown. This day couldn't honestly get any worse.
Ever since Lavender had made friends with Parvati, they had been attached at the hip. They would start rumors and gossip about everything, Hermione being the main topic. She always happened to stumble across the two when they just happened to be talking about Hermione's sex life, or lack of.
She walked over, gave a weak smile and sat down. She took out a few pieces of parchment and a quill. She reached in again for her ink bottle, and when she went to place it on the table, the table wasn't where it was before, and Hermione dropped the ink bottle.
Her head snapped up and looked around at her laughing peers. She looked down and saw the cracked ink bottle, ink seeping everywhere. She slowly looked up and her eyes became level with Lavender's. Lavender just shrugged and winked at Dean, her boyfriend, who was smirking with pride.
Inside, Hermione was fuming. How could that little wench do that? But she couldn't let her anger show, because then people would think she was being weak and go in for the kill.
She took out her wand from her pocket, muttered an incantation, and the ink bottle repaired itself, and the ink flew into the bottle. It hovered over onto the table and re-corked itself.
Hermione then sunk low in her chair, and told herself to expect things worse than that today.
Oh, today seemed like Torture Hermione Day. Why not celebrate and join in the fun.
Hermione than sat back and tuned out Professor Binns, thinking of ways she could possibly get back at dear Abby Whiter.
She smirked. Today was going to be a long day.
Hermione walked into the Great Hall after a very long session of classes. She trudged over to the Gryffindor table and plopped herself next to Ginny. To a bystander, you would think Hermione was sick. To Ginny..well..
"So, I heard about what happened in History of Magic."
"Don't remind me. You should have seen why that happened."
Hermione turned to face Ginny. All she had to see was Ginny's upturned eyebrow and she knew what she meant.
"I most definitely am not telling you. Maybe later. I'm just not up to it right now. Public humiliation just isn't my style." Hermione scoffed. She reached over and grabbed a blueberry muffin. She bit it aggressively.
"Whoa, 'Mione...watch it." Ginny muttered, eyeing Hermione suspiciously.
Hermione just rolled her eyes and finished up her muffin. "Gin, why does everybody do this? It's not like I've sabotaged their lives."
"Well, Hermione.." Ginny started. She cleared her throat and continued. "It's all a matter of perception, and opinion. Some people don't like people with your personality. Some people don't like people who self indulge..i.e Harry and Ron. You see, it doesn't really matter what they think, because if you like your personality, then everything should be fine."
"But Gin..you know I'm not that kind of person. I don't really care what people think, but when it gets to a point like this, I mean woul-," Ginny interrupted.
"If you don't care, then you don't care."
"You don't understand Ginny," Hermione laughed nervously, "When it gets to a point where everyone is talking, then you kind of start noticing. Harry and Ron don't even wanna hang out with me because I spend too much time with school."
"Harry and Ron are idiots. They don't know what they're missing." Ginny gave a warm smile.
"Am I that bad?" Hermione asked suddenly.
"What?"
"Am I that bad? With schoolwork? Do I really spend too much time on it, keeping to myself?"
"Well, I honestly can't say you keep to yourself, I mean you tell me most of your secrets. But the schoolwork.." Ginny sighed.
"What?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"You see, I've heard things, and these things concern you and your school work. Since I'm not really in your classes and you do most of your work in your quarters, I can't judge. But from what I've been hearing, I can't help but think?" Ginny stated, a confused look appearing on her face.
"So you think they're true?"
"Not true..per say. But people talk a lot, and I can't help but listen..." Ginny trailed off.
"Oh, I see.." Hermione muttered.
"I don't participate, you know me better than that! But all of my friends in my classes are always talking about it. What do you expect me to do, tell them to shut up? They're my friends!"
"Some help maybe! Maybe tell them to stop? Speaking up always works." Hermione mumbled, placing her head in between both her arms on the table.
"I do speak up, Hermione Granger. But I can't keep it up, because pretty soon I'll be left without friends." Ginny sighed and ran a hand through her hair.
"Be left without friends? Then what am I, a duck?"
"Hermione, the people I hang out with are very superficial. I have no idea how they came to be that way, but they've changed. And I just don't have the heart to just leave and never talk to them just 'cause they've been gossiping. Everyone in this school likes a good slice of information once in a while, Hermione!" Ginny whined.
"That doesn't matter! I've been your friend longer! I know you way better than those superficial losers, and if you really did care you would speak in my behalf, not theirs! Your defending them as we speak!"
"Hermione, please don't blow this out of proportion. I was just telling it as I see it. Or hear..for that matter."
"Blow this out of proportion? Your defending friends who wouldn't move a finger if you were dying, when the true friend who saved your ass out on that battlefield is left to rot of humiliation."
"Hermione.." Ginny's eyes widened in shock.
"You heard me. I'm leaving. Come back when you're going to apologize."
Hermione grabbed her messenger bag and left the Great Hall, leaving a stunned Ginny staring after her retreating figure.
Hermione stomped into the Potions classroom and took a seat in the back. She took out her scroll of parchment she had to hand in, a few quills, and a bottle of ink. She made sure the table was there before she set it down. She looked around and saw only a few students were in the classroom, having quiet conversations among themselves. She sighed and leaned her head on her left hand, doodling on her paper.
She looked to her left and saw some more people filing in. Pretty soon the whole room was filled. Professor Snape should be coming any minute now..
"Quiet!" Snape bellowed, walking behind his desk. He tapped his wand against the board, and instructions for a new potion appeared. Hermione looked over her shoulder and saw that nobody had sat next to her. She sighed. Maybe Ginny was right.
She walked over to the ingredients cabinet and grabbed what she needed for the potion. As she was walking back, she noticed someone was in the seat next to her. She walked to her seat and sat down, sighing tiredly.
"Why are you sitting here?" She asked, pouring an ingredient into the already bubbling cauldron.
"Not even a thank you for boiling your cauldron?"
"I could have done that myself. Again I ask, why are you sitting here?"
"I don't know, ask Snape." He shrugged.
Hermione just continued working on the potion.
"Are you at least going to let me help?" He whined.
"I don't know, ask Snape." She reiterated.
Draco sighed and started chopping some roots. He finished and dumped them in. He turned his head to go finish chopping when he heard a loud bang.
He whipped his head around. "What the fuck was that?"
"Mr. Malfoy.." Snape warned.
"What in the world?" Draco repeated.
"You dumped the roots in at the wrong time!" Hermione cried. She took out her wand and was about to mutter an incantation when..
"Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy, you will be staying after to clean up the mess. One more peep and it'll be detention."
"Great.." Hermione muttered.
"Didn't I say it would be detention? Miss Granger, you really must learn to control yourself. You will be receiving detention- Draco snickered- along with Mister Malfoy-He frowned-tonight at 7:00. I have some things that need to be done." Snape smirked.
"Lovely, just what I need..." Hermione sighed. She began to clean up the mess.
Draco walked into the Prefects/Head's common room quickly, dropping his stuff on a nearby table. He walked up the stairs and down the hall to Blaise's room. He knocked loudly.
He heard shuffling behind the door. The door opened a bit to reveal disheveled Blaise.
"What the hell are you doing in there?" Draco asked incredulously.
"Do you honestly want the answer?" He smirked.
Draco shrugged. "Depends. Who's in there?"
"I haven't the slightest clue..saw her in the hallway and decided to give her a go." Blaise stated innocently.
Draco just chuckled. "I need you to do me a favor. I'm stuck in detention tonight an-,"
"Me too. Oh shit, I gotta get ready. What time is it?"
"6:40."
"Shit. Bye fucker." Blaise yelled through his closed door.
"So much for a favor."
Hermione walked into the Potions classroom a few minutes early. She didn't want to be late because that would give Snape more of a reason to punish her. She sat down on one of the chairs near the back of the classroom, making sure there weren't any chairs around her. She really didn't want to be sitting next to anybody at the moment. She had way to many other things to do. She had to reply to Dumbledore, and after detention she had Head duties, and homework.
She heard some talking and looked up. She saw someone standing outside in the corridor, whispering quietly. She narrowed her eyes and stood up quietly.
Abby?
"Abby?" Hermione asked.
She heard some shuffling, and Abby stuck her head through the door. "Hey..?" Abby half asked, half said.
"Why are you here?"
"Why do you think? Same reason you're here." She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You have detention? What did you do?" Hermione asked.
"Snape caught me and some guy in the closet. Guess I should have locked it.." She shrugged innocently.
"You where shagging in the closet? How the hell do you..I mean..what..never mind."
"It's simple really. He pulls down his pants and I pull up my skirt, and then he releases-,"
"Abby Whiter you stop right there!" Hermione cried, covering her ears.
"Prude.." She muttered.
"Am not."
"Thought you couldn't hear me." She teased, sticking out her tongue.
"Very mature Abby."
She just shrugged, taking a seat on a chair on the other side of the room.
"What are you here for?" Abby asked suddenly.
"Blew up a cauldron."
"Should have assumed. You don't have the balls to do anything out of the ordinary."
"It wasn't even my fault. I shouldn't even be here!" Hermione cried.
"Denial is the first step.." Abby smirked.
"Abby..."
"Whatever. I know, Shut up."
"So there is something up there?" Hermione pointed to her head.
"I'm not stupid when it comes to gossip and secrets. Now Potions on the other hand.."
"Potions is more important."
"Yes, Professor Granger." Abby saluted her.
"Honestly.." Hermione muttered.
Hermione turned around and saw the rest of the detention group walk in. Draco walked in first, Blaise at his side. Then came Lavender and Parvati, engrossed in their own conversation. The whole group was followed by Snape.
"You will all be sitting in this classroom until midnight. You will be filing those cabinets over there-he pointed to the far left of the classroom- in alphabetical order. If they are not done before I get back you will all be staying for another detention on Saturday. Do I make myself clear?"
The group nodded, preparing for the worst...
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this second chapter! I was working on it all last night and all today, so I could get you guys a second chapter! Next chapter you'll get the whole detention and some other stuff. Be kind and leave a poor soul some reviews! XD
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