This chapter is dedicated to SilverMoon100, for messaging me and reminding me that I haven't updated in a long time. I'm sorry that I didn't get it out that week, I'm studying for my road test. Sorry, it's grade eleven now, and this whole credit's thing is catching up to me. I still need forty eight credits, and I only have two years to do it. So heres the next chapter, and please enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own, nuff said.
"Well, Professor Dumbledore, it's an awful name to call someone and Hermione is a close friend of mine, and it was quite rude to make fun of her appearance, as she's already very insecure about it, just ask anyone that was standing in the court yard," I babbled as I sat, twisting my fingers together in the head masters office. Mum would kill me if Dumbledore wrote her. Just a week here and I was already sitting in the head master's office? Jesus. Maybe the teachers should be worried.
Dumbledore stared at me, with that odd sort of twinkle in his eyes, the old man seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. He sat patiently, as I explained what happened, that twinkle getting brighter and brighter by the minute.
"Also, Draco deserved, right rude that boy is, and just downright mean. He had no right to say that about Hermione, just because she's not a stupid pureblood. Why is it so great to be a pureblood? I mean, my family's not all pure, take my family for instance they-" I babbled, completely unaware of it. My mouth seemed to have a mind of its own sometimes, always blabbing about something.
"Ms. Fallon," Dumbledore interrupted, raising a hand, the sleeve of his daring purple robes showing from underneath his massive desk. I looked up, expecting a "go and pack your bags this instant," or an "I will be owling your mother immediately,"
"I am well aware of the factors, and believe me, I will not be owling your parents, Harry Potter informed me immediately of what happened, and I assure you that you will not be punished, this time. Don't let it happen again please," He soothed, and he never seemed to blink, never, I don't think he even had to. Dumbledore certainly wasn't like anything I had ever experienced before.
"However," He continued, and my heart sank, was he going to give me detention? Or worse . . make me apologize? "If it happens again, punishment will be dealt accordingly."
I nodded quickly, not arguing. He was letting me off easy! Wait . . . why was I being let off easy? I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Say, Professor, why're you letting me off easy? I mean, physical violence is never the way to go," I chided, I hated being treated differently because of anything, normally it was blood status. I detested with a passion being treated differently because of my blood status, it had never really mattered much to me.
"Well, I assume it'll be a onetime thing. If tomorrow you walk around socking every boy you see, then that would be worthy of punishment," He concluded and I burst out into giggles. His blue's brightened and if that twinkle got any brighter it was going to blind me.
"Alright. No more assault and I'll be all good?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Correct. After all, what a punch now and then between family members," He looked almost sad as he said this, as if he were remembering a memory, but quickly snapped out of it and smiled. "You may be off, head back to your common room. Classes will be over shortly."
I almost beamed I was so excited, but I thought that may set a bad impression. I nodded and said a thank you and with that I left. I had to stop myself from skipping down the stairs, YES. I got to miss charms. Thank god for that.
I was on my way back, and I passed the girls bathroom, because I was sure I could have heard Peeves cackling, and I had no wish to be pelted with water balloons, so I took the long way. Thus, making me pass the girls washroom.
I heard this odd sniffling noise, followed by a soft hiccup and I knew right away, someone was crying. Now, it might have been a Slytherin, and I assure you that if I had seen a flash of green sticking out from the bottom of the stall, I would have made a run for it, but it wasn't green that caught my eye, it was red.
I saw the shoes, and at once I knew. Those horrors were only worn by five girls in our entire year. Drucilla Rosier, Padma Patil, Sarah Blackwell, Olga Daneveer and the one and only Hermione Granger.
I sighed. And walked quietly over, and pushed the door open to find Hermione, her face buried in her knee's, her shoulders moving slightly, sobs racking her body.
I smiled sadly, wondering what had happened. Had she heard Draco call her a mudblood? She seemed to realize that someone was there, because she sniffed and wiped her eyes hurriedly, and started to explain. "I fell on the way to the feast, and scraped my-" She looked up, and realized it was me. I ran my eyes over her, assessing her, seeing if something was broken or anything.
When she realized it was me, her brows pulled down and more tears spilled over, faster and bigger now than before. I blinked, and sunk down beside her, sliding down the stall wall. She sobbed heavily and leaned into me, her tears soaking my sweater.
"Oh Hermione," I sighed and she hiccupped. "What happened?" I asked, but that only brought on more hysteria.
"Ron . . Weasley. . . that brute . . he said . . . he said that. . . that . . I was a . . . a . . . nightmare. . . . . that . . . it was . . was no wonder . . . that I . . I . . . had no friends," She choked out through increasing sobs. Her eyes snapped shut, trying to shut the tears off. My eyes were mad. HOW DARE HE? I was going to kill him.
"Oh sweetie," I soothed, and she looked up.
"Your my friend right?" She sniffled.
"Course I am," I answered, shocked she would even ask.
"Then why'd he say it. Stupid Ronald Weasley. Just because I did that spell better than him in Charms," She mumbled and I instantly understood. Showing up Ron was something that you didn't want to do.
"Oh honey, Ron's just jealous," I soothed and she looked up, her sad eyes making my flinch.
"Jealous? Of what? I'm a skinny little bushy haired nobody with no friends and a bragging problem," She wailed, tears pouring out again. Holy cow, how much tears could this tiny girl produce? It was like a waterfall of never-ending tears.
"No friends? What am I, Malfoy?" I asked, and she smiled, though it was barely. "Ron has a whole gaggle of brothers and a sister, it's natural with so many siblings to want to be the best." I stated. It was a fact, that's what happened to Aubrey, she turned into a know-it-all.
"You have allot of siblings! Why don't you act like that?" She wailed, and amended herself.
"Well sweetie, let's get one thing straight. I am and will never be Ron Weasley.
Hermione and I stayed silent for a while, and I brushed the bushy locks off her face, as they were sticking to the tear paths. I smiled, and she attempted to, but it came out as more of a half-wincing-grimace.
"I'm really sorry for making you miss the Halloween feast," She mumbled and I shrugged. "Oh well, I probably shouldn't go. I'd eat too much and wake up tomorrow looking like an over-fed walrus," I giggled, and her thick eyebrows raised to the middle of her forehead.
"You!" She exclaimed, and looked at me funny, like she didn't believe me. "You could never look like a walrus. Your much too pretty, and besides, if anyone looked like an animal it's me. Look at my teeth, I'm a beaver!" She wailed, and rubbed her two front teeth pessimistically.
"Well. Then I'm a walrus and you're a beaver. Sounds cool," I joked and nudged her with my shoulder."
Hermione smiled, then looked down again and said something under her breath, something so quiet that I never even got a chance to catch it.
"Sorry, what was that?" I asked, and she looked sheepish.
"I said, it wouldn't even matter if you looked like a walrus," She still muttered, but loud enough that I could now hear her.
"What? Why wouldn't it matter?" I asked, leaning my back against the cool metal of the stall and crossing my legs Indian style.
She sniffed again. "Because . . . " She trailed off and sighed, "because everyone would still love you. Ron, Harry, Ron's brothers the entire school would still love you. It wouldn't matter what you looked like," I opened my mouth to interrupt her but word vomit just kept spilling out. "And I'm so jealous. You come into Hogwarts and suddenly the entire place is yours. You have everything down, and all the teachers love you, even McGonagall and you already got in trouble, and you have being here down pat, everything, even classes. Your super pretty and smart and popular and-"
"WOAH. Chill out 'Mione. Calm down. Sure, everything you said is true, but can be justified by my lifestyle," I reasoned, and it was completely true. Everything I was good at had everything to do with being raised as a pureblood.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Being pureblood means allot of things. And while most of the time it's a chore, it teaches you some valuable things in life. Like being able to go somewhere and totally belong? Comes with the territory, do you know how many people I have to pretend to like? How many people I have to tolerate and learn to like? How many new places I have to fit into perfectly? It's quite annoying," I babbled, getting more annoyed as I thought of my home life.
"You're lucky, I envy you," Hermione whispered and I sighed.
Did this girl not realize how wonderful she was? She had no siblings, and a family who actually cared for her. Did she really not see what I saw?
I smiled, and leaned over, wrapping my short arms around her shaking form, burying my face in her hair, which smelled slightly like coconut, something I found interesting.
I smiled and I heard someone come in, someone who was groaning and grunting. I looked at Hermione, who was staring at the door too. Then I noticed how deep and rumbling the grunts were, it was definitely a boy. What the heck? Didn't the dingbat know this was the girls lav?
I sighed after a few moments because the barker just stood there for a few minutes.
I got up, and pushed open the door intent on laying it on the boy when I froze in fear, my blue eyes popped open and I froze.
There in front of me stood a mountain troll.
I stared at me and I stared back, it almost seemed in trance.
Then a two voices echoed through the lav and it made my head snap to one side.
"ROSLIN!"
I'm sorry that it's so short, but I just wanted to know that I haven't abandoned you all yet, and I was wondering, will someone please make me a banner? I'm dying for one and I totally suck at making them for my own stories.
