Author's Note: I am so, so sorry I haven't been updating! Three times I had to re-write this, because my really, really, INCREDIBLY stupid brother. He unplugged my laptop when it was charging, making it turn off. AND I DIDN'T SAVE, DAMMIT. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! I'm trying to find a song that really describes how Hermione feels about Sirius and vice versa. If I find one while writing the story, I shall put it at the end. I probably won't, so if someone would please leave a suggestion, that would be great! Love ya guys!
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"Condolesco," she said smartly. Suddenly, Sirius instantly let go of her wrist and gripped his head.
"FUCK!" he yelled, shutting his eyes and running his hands through his hair. "What the fuck is this?"
Sirius slid off his seat in pain, consistently cursing out loud and under his breath.
"Thank you," Hermione said pleasantly, sitting back in her seat. She smoothed her book back out. "You can leave now."
"Don't tell me what to- FUCK!" Sirius said again. Hermione giggled.
"Shut up," he moaned.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Hermione said. She waved her wand, clearing the hex- It was a hex causing a head splitting migraine. Sirius removed his hands from his head and started to pant.
"Now, get out of my face," Hermione snapped. Sirius glared at her, James doing the same. Peter and Remus had this look of astonishment and amazement on their faces.
"You'd better watch out, Alden," Sirius hissed before heading off with his table with James.
"Bye, Remus," Hermione said pleasantly before opening her book once again.
Hermione glared at Black before actually looking at her book. Her face of disgust disappeared as she began to read again, as it always did. And just like a few moments again, Snape was staring her down. Hermione didn't even pretend that she didn't notice him.
"Yes?" she asked at once, putting her book down. He shrugged.
"Just surprised-" he began to say.
"That I'm not one of those idiotic, attention-seeking girls? I've heard," Hermione said, almost in a snap. Snape was silent, perhaps because he was a bit surprised that a girl was talking snap to him.
"Well, yes," he said finally. "Why exactly haven't you fallen under his spell?"
"What spell? Anyone who treats people that way instantly falls under my list of unattractive people, and believe me, my standards are quite low," Hermione said. Snape snorted.
"Is Potter there?" he asked in a sneer.
"I haven't really talked to him yet."
"You don't have to. He'll go over to you and ask if you find him attractive."
Hermione chuckled softly as she placed her book and wand back in her bag.
For the remainder of the class, Hermione and Snape talked while Peter tried to cut in every once in a while. They only made small talk, about classes or something. Hermione was surprised that Snape was actually a decent person to talk to. She finally understood why Lily used to be friends with him. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Sirius sideways-glancing over at Hermione, looking away, and then doing a double-take. His eyes narrowed as he stood up, nudging at James to come with him.
"There's just no getting rid of him, is there?" Hermione said with a sigh.
"What the fuck are you doing, talking to Snivellus?" Sirius snapped.
"So I can't talk to a classmate these days?" Hermione said.
"You can talk to whoever, I don't care- Just not to a Slytherin," James piped in, talking to her directly for the first time.
"Well, why don't I just do whatever you tell me to do, if you care about me so much," Hermione said rolling her eyes, crossing her arms.
"That's right- Wait! Shut up!" James barked. Hermione remained silent, and folded her hands in her lap.
"What, can't think of anything to say?" James said. Yep, he was so far being a jerk. Perhaps he didn't know she was friends with Lily Evans yet.
"If I said what I'm thinking right now I'd be expelled."
"Oh, really?" Sirius sneered. His sneer reminded Hermione strongly of Malfoy. She remained silent and decided to tap her fingers on the table.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Sirius exploded.
"I was told not to talk to a Slytherin," Hermione said innocently.
"I'm in Gryffindor, you incomprehensive moron!"
"Well, considering that majority of your family's in Slytherin, and you're just as terrible as them, I just figured it was close enough," Hermione said smoothly.
The bell ran through the dungeon just as Sirius and James' mouths popped open in surprise.
"Well, there's the bell," Hermione said lightly, picking her bag up. Without another word, she walked out of the dungeon. She headed off to Charms, the last class she had before a free period, and then lunch. She sighed- Only one more class with Black, and then she was done for the morning.
"Please, please no assigned seats," Hermione muttered as she stepped into the classroom. Hermione first thought that there was no one there- Until she realized there was a woman at the very back of the room, cleaning a table.
"Uh- Hi," Hermione said awkwardly. She looked up and smiled. She had long, honey-colored hair not much unlike her own. It was in an messy bun, and she had on teacher's robes, but made it match her figure. Her amber eyes shone, and Hermione knew she was no older than twenty-five.
"Hi," she said in a melodious voice. "I'm Professor Clair. You must be the new girl."
"That's me," Hermione said, smiling slightly.
"There are assigned seats, I'm sorry to say. This year it is required," she said with a sympathetic smile. "I figured that the other teachers would make the seating alphabetical, so I decided to to switch it up a bit. Just let me go find my seating chart..." she trailed off, giving the table she was cleaning a final wipe with her cloth before hurrying to her desk. She picked up a piece of paper with two perfectly manicured fingers and held it properly in her other hand, placing the cloth on the table.
"You are Hermione Alden, correct?" Without waiting for an answer, she went on. "And you sit next to... James Potter, in the back right corner."
Hermione took a breath of relief; it wasn't Sirius. But then she realized the person really sitting next to her was almost just as bad. "Thank you," she smiled, heading off to the back corner.
Sheesh, why am I always in the back? Hermione wondered. She sat to the left of the desk and placed her bag on the ground.
"Miss Alden?" Professor Clair said. Hermione poked her head up; she was just bending over to get her books.
"Yes?"
"Class doesn't start for another ten minutes."
"I know, I like being early. I hope that doesn't make anything inconvenient."
"No, it's fine, Jut thought you didn't know. Would you please tell the other students where they sit as they come in? I need to finish cleaning the desks," Professor Clair said.
"Sure," Hermione said with a smile. She went up to the desk , and Professor Clair gave her the seating chart. Just as Professor Clair picked up her cloth and went to the back of the room, two girls entered the room. Hermione noticed at once that they had green and silver ties- Slytherin.
They were twins, obviously, but it took a while for Hermione to realize that. They both had on so much makeup that it was hard to tell. They had long, white-blonde hair, icy, cold blue eyes and long noses. They smirked at Hermione in unison, and she was reminded strongly of Malfoy.
"And you two are...?" Hermione asked politely. They looked at each other, like, I can't believe she doesn't know us!
"Christi and Misty Johnson," the one on the left said. Hermione glanced over the sheet, searching for the names.
"Christi sits in the back, next to my table," Hermione read, "And Misty sits right here," she said, pointing to the table diagonally across from her. What must have been Christi went to the back, and Misty sat in the front.
Talk about the exact opposites of Fred and George, Hermione thought to herself. Just when she thought that these girls couldn't get more serious, someone else walked in.
His hair was so black that it made James' hair look brown. It was cut like a superman's cut, he had blue eyes that didn't match his face, and freckles across his nose. He was built like a Quidditch player, which he probably was.
"Hey, Bryce!" Christi called. Professor Clair looked up for a second, then looked back down and continued to wipe the table in front of Christi's. Her eyebrows were only slight raised, as if she was used to this.
"Have a date this Saturday for Hogsmeade, Bryce?" Misty asked. Then, she leaned forward and said in a low, almost deathly voice: "Do you?"
"Ladies, ladies," Bryce said, holding his hands out in defense. "The problem is, that there's two of you and only one of me."
The joke was so overused and not humorous that Hermione rolled her eyes, yet the twins giggled so hard that they almost fell out of their seats.
"And besides, I already have a date," he said simply. He glanced at Hermione and smirked. Hermione just looked for someone named Bryce on the list.
"Two seats behind Misty," Hermione said automatically.
"Which one?"
"There's only one person in the entire room where there are desks behind hers."
"No need to be so rude," this boy named Bryce snapped. When Hermione was looking for his name, she found out that his last name was Anderson. Bryce Anderson. It even /sounded/ like a jerk's name.
He sat there and leaned back in his chair, Misty sighing at batting her fake eyelashes at him.
Soon, the other students started to file in. Hermione gave them their seats as quickly as possible.
"Thank you, Hermione, I'll take it from here," Professor Clair said just as the Marauders walked in.
"What are you doing at her desk, Alden? Asking for a tampon?" Sirius sneered. The class was relatively quiet, so Sirius' snide remark was heard throughout the class. They all chuckled and giggled and such, Professor Clair frowning.
"Black-" she started to say.
"No, it's fine," Hermione said. "Oh, and James sits next to-"
"Don't call me James," he snapped.
"You wish," Sirius added, rolling his eyes.
"What? It's grown on me. Lily uses it whenever she talks about you, and that's like, all the time."
"Really? You sure? Positive?" James gushed suddenly, voice sounding mature and deeper. People snickered.
"No, she still hates you. Potter, you sit next to me," Hermione said tiredly, going to her seat, snickering following her. As soon as Hermione sat down, James sat down next to her and started to shoot her down with questions.
"You talk to Lily? I thought her friends left. Are you guys, like best friends? Does she talk about me?"
"Oh, she talks about you," Hermione said with a harsh laugh. "But usually it's just complaining."
James was silent for a good, solid ten seconds as the class started to talk again; class didn't start for another three minutes.
"Can you tell her, like good things about me?" he asked silently.
"I would, but so far I can't think of anything."
"Well, I can help you with that," he said pompously, totally missing the insult. "First off, I'm excellent at Quidditch-"
"James, I'm not going to tell her anything good about you because you've been treating me and other people poorly," Hermione snapped. "The most I'll say is that your ego is surprisingly big."
"That's not the only thing that's surprisingly big."
"Ugh," Hermione groaned, running her hands through her hair. "Would you stop?"
"I didn't know you were friends with Lily! Otherwise, I wouldn't have-"
"Oh, my god Potter. She doesn't like you, and she never will," Hermione said. Well, lied- They did end up together eventually, did they.
"Shut up!" James snapped, suddenly on her bad side again. He had found out that begging didn't work, and was now back to teasing her. Hermione sighed; you can't win.
"Class starts now! Wands out and textbooks away!" Professor Clair. Hermione was the only one who had her textbook out; apparently this was normal.
"Alright, people! You know the drill!" she said, clapping her hands together and smiling. She caught a hold of Hermione's startled expression.
"Oh, I'm sorry, dear. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, we have practical lessons. On Mondays we practice dueling with charms only, with your table partner."
Hermione nodded, although not thrilled with having to duel with James. At the same time, there was an ear-shattering scraping of chairs, which made Hermione cover her ears.
"What the-?" Hermione said, ears still covered.
"Start- now!" Professor Clair said. "Silent charms!"
Suddenly, Hermione was thrown against the wall behind her with a loud thud. Heads turned her way as she slid on to the floor.
"Nice, Prongs!" a voice said in the crowd.
"Come on, Alden!" James sneered. "Come at me!"
Hermione scrambled up as quickly as possible, and snatched her wand off of her desk.
"You want a duel? Fine," Hermione snarled. She gave her wand an angry slash in the air, sending a number charms toward him. James barely managed to block them. Hermione continued to rip her wand across the air, taking steps forward, James taking steps back. Worry began to come across his face; he was now sweating.
Heads began to turn, looking at the duel. James hadn't been able to get a single charm in for a good three minutes, Hermione still going strong. She could see his shield begin to get weaker and weaker. Majority of the class was now watching them intently.
Hermione smirked as she sent a final charm at him- Expelliarmus. It was so strong that it broke through James' defense charm and sent him flying against the wall, breaking through about three partners still dueling. He slammed against the wall with such force that it made a pot on the shelf above him fall and land on his head, making him curse out loud.
The class broke out in laughter, Hermione smirking. She saw many people- Remus looking shocked, yet trying to hide a smile, Sirius just gaping, and the Slytherins going silent with laughter, Snape being among them. Professor Clair was looking like she had just gotten slapped across the face.
Hermione flicked her wand one more time, red sparks. She aimed them at the flower on James' head, buried in soil. It lit on fire and quickly burned to ashes. Hermione calmly walked back to her seat and sat down, smiling at the class.
"That's how I roll," she said under her breath.
Couldn't find a song, dammit. Sorry it took so long to upload.