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Chapter 4: Detention with Ron
Normal POV
Exactly a week after the first task, Hermione was only growing much more frustrated. Her dinner with Malfoy only ended up in flames, after a food fight from the immature git. Second, she cannot remember anything, anything at all, about the boys from Slytherin and Gryffindor. Just yesterday, two identical prats decided to ambush her in the halls. If it wasn't for Luna, who was with Hermione, she was sure she would have hexed the twins into oblivion.
Now, well, there hounding her.
"Come on, Hermione!" One of them, George, smirked. It said it all. We are up to no good.
"It's almost—"said Fred.
"Defence against the dark arts!" Hermione rubbed her temples. These twins are getting to her. "First of all, why are both of you still here? Ginny's told that both of you are supposed to be graduated already. Second, I could deduct points from Gryffindor because of your noise level." One of them, Hermione couldn't decide who, snickered. "Aw come on, Err-My-knee. Old Dumbles invited us to finish our N.E.W.T. year co'z we've dropped school, if you bloody noticed. And we just want to escort you towards the classroom."
"Wouldn't want to be—"
"Thrown Meat—"
"Pies on the way, Would we?"
Hermione sighed. "Fine, fine." The twins smiled. "So, Hermione, I've heard Snape was quite unfair this week." Hermione groaned. As if Snape wasn't unfair. It's just that it was getting too much? "He deducted a hundred points from Gryffindor yesterday just because Neville spoke a spell aloud. You should have seen... one of Malfoy's friends. The fat one. He kept muttering protego and stupefy.
Fred snickered. Oh, he's the one with the complete ear set, then? She'll need to jot that into memory. George, the one with the missing ear. The twins, the two people missing common sense. Perfect. "You mean Goyle? Snape absolutely adores his house students, so it won't Matter, 'Mione." She raised an eyebrow. "It doesn't make sense! Why is he so unfair! What did Gryffindors do?" They shrugged and resigned to talk about something that sounded like 'Skiving Snackboxes.' Hermione resigned to thinking about all boys she knew so far. Harry. Ron. Malfoy. Neville. Fred. George. Dean. Felix. Colin. Denis. That was it so far. As for the rest, it was 'approach her on your own risk.'
After minutes of silent contemplation, the three arrived at the DADA classroom. Hermione smiled a bit at the twins. "Thank you." They both made a witty remark and ran off when Hermione threatened to use her wand on them. She entered the room. She was early, only Neville was there. "Hi, Neville." The said boy smiled at her. "Hi, Hermione. Early at class again?" Hermione nodded. She knew it was to be expected, but she's always caught by surprise when other people know her so well, when she never even met them! Technically, she did, but you get the point...
Neville touched her arm. "Hermione? Umm... Are you with me? Or is your brain in the library again?" Hermione just laughed. "Shut up, Neville." Seeing that nobody else was there, Hermione sat down beside him. "Been having a tough week?" She nodded. "I don't even know half of the Slythendor boys yet! And I keep on forgetting that they know how to make me tick!" The door suddenly opened, and the black clad figure of Professor Snape entered, followed by a stream of students. Luna plopped beside Neville, While Ron and Harry eyed Hermione and sat next to Ginny. "She isn't in her normal seat, Harry." Ron anxiously said. Hermione was one person to make DADA a little bit more endurable for him. Aside from Harry, of course. "I've noticed, Ron. Dumbledore's said she doesn't remember anything that has any relation to us, and that includes her seat, which is next to us. Blimey, Ron, stop looking at her like that." Harry raised an eyebrow at Ron, who was staring at Hermione tensely.
"Weasley, Potter, I suggest you take your seats. 50 points for delaying the class." Several Slytherins chuckled, while Ron went as bright as his hair, both with anger and embarrassment. Hermione was just as livid. Harry was murderous, as well as all of the Gryffindors in the room. As the two took their seats, Snape proceeded to talk about the counter courses for spells.
"Now will anybody tell me what is the most generally used counter curse?" Naturally, Hermione's hand shot up into the air. Snape pointedly tried to ignore her, even though in his own weird way, he was fond of the Gryffindor girl, and though she was friends with Potter, she reminded him very strongly of Lily Evans... "No one?" The girl's hand only shot higher up, almost until she was standing. "Finite Incantatem or Finite, is the counter curse." Hermione's hand slapped the table hard, but for her sake of trying, Snape managed to let it pass. "Now, I want everyone to line up. Boys on the left, the others on the right. Granger! McLaggen! Come forward." The two called did as they were told. "Now, Granger, I want you cast a spell on McLaggen." Hermione looked at Snape wide eyed. "Professor? Any... spell?"
"Any Jinx, or Charm, or Hex. Now cast one!" Hermione paused to look at Snape defiantly and drawed her wand. "Petrificus totalus!" The one named McLaggen looked at her gratefully before falling to the floor motionless, knowing that Gryffindor's Princess is known for her great knowledge of spells, and she chooses something that won't harm him. Hermione just looked at the stranger blankly, while Ron and Harry tried to stop themselves from being sick, both having the knowledge of Cormac McLaggen and his stalking history with Hermione. "Now use the counter curse non-verbally." Hermione nodded. She made a sweeping motion with her arm, and McLaggen was able to move. "Go back to your lines. Now I want everyone to do as what Miss Granger did, only, the boys will do this first, then the girls."
Dean was assigned as Hermione's partner. He smiled at her, and then cast a Jelly legs jinx on her. Hermione sank on the floor, her legs wobbling. Dean looked apologetic, then he swept his wand and the wobbling disappeared. Hermione stood up and smiled at Dean. He shivered. "Tarantallegra!"
"WEASLEY!" Hermione waved her wand absentmindedly as Dean started dancing. Snape was obviously displeased about something... "Didn't I tell you to use Finite and not the specific counter curse for your jinx?" He said in his steely calm voice. Uh oh... "100 points from Gryffindor for not following directions and halting class." Ron tried to protest, but Snape cut him off. "I will take pleasure of deducting more points if you speak.". Luna looked at Hermione, who has hidden her eyes with her bangs and was clenching her fist. "Sit down all of you." They all took their seats, while Luna while still staring at Hermione. "Hermione. We need to sit down. I can see Wragspurts from Professor Snape's head. He's angry." Hermione looked at her fiercely. Luna sat down, defeated by Hermione's glare. "Professor. I hardly think that is fair." Snape turned around, his eyes blazing. "Miss Granger?" Hermione raised her eyes and stared directly to Snape's.
"For years, we have endured all your sneers, and mistreating, apart from your house students. But I will not take any of it. For the past weeks we have—"
"Are you daring to accuse me of favouritism?" Snape glared at Hermione, who glared back with as much anger. "Yes."
"I will not tolerate—"
"NO PROFESSOR! I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANYMORE UNFAIRNESS YOU SHOWER TO US GRYFFINDORS! I DO NOT KNOW WHY YOU HATE US ALL ANYWAY! I—"
"You have no right to—"
"I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO TELL YOU HOW A MESS YOU ARE AS A TEACHER! YOU SHOULD SEE YOURSELF! YOU—"
"200 POINTS—"
"YOU CAN'T TAKE ANY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR, BECAUSE I'VE DECIDED TO DROP THIS CLASS! AND GUESS WHAT! YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE FACE OF THIS MUDBLOOD ANYMORE, RAISING HER STUPID HAND EVERY SINGLE BLOODY TIME! GOODBYE PROFESSOR!"
"Granger! Detention, along with Weasley! Tonight!" Hermione only replied by slamming the door. Silence ended the DADA class. Everybody, even the Slytherins, was shocked, and that was an understatement. Never, never, have they seen Hermione Granger, who thought of teachers as saints to behave like that. And to drop one of the most important subject! Harry and Ron were in a daze after that class. Harry was, even though guiltily, pleased. He had always wanted to see Snape that tounge-tied. Then he felt a strong amount of admiration for his best friend. She was the only one who had the courage to face Snape and tell him all the pains, the anger most students feel for him. Harry was very proud of Hermione.
Ron was another case. He was scared, scared of what Snape could do to Hermione. And detention with her... the thought makes Ron's stomach churn. What was scarier, he didn't know if it was from apprehension or delight. He was going to be with Hermione for one whole night. One bloody night.
Hermione was back in her room, crying. How could she be so stupid? Dropping one of the key subjects! She could very well fail her N.E.W.T.S and live off begging. Snape won't be lenient with her. In fact, she didn't even know she bottled that amount of anger to Snape! And she wondered what torture he's going to have to give her later... as well as Ron. Oh no... Hermione cried harder. It was her fault why Ron is going to be in detention. She didn't even know the guy well, and she landed him in a punishment! And now she's ditching her Muggle Studies class!
Life isn't going to well...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the castle, Draco was in his bed, scribbling idly in his journal. He has free period, so what is the best way to spend it than relive the moments of the Mudblood's downfall? Yes, he was in that classroom, only that the Trio of Gryffindor was too busy getting themselves punished to notice his very-impossible-not-to-notice presence. He looked down at his journal.
Granger's landed herself in trouble today. I should give flowers and an expensive bottle or mead to Professor Snape for landing her in detention and making her drop the class. Merlin knows how much I hate to see her standing on her toes, looking like a bird about to gracefully—whoa... wait. Backtrack and erase the gracefully part. What I meant is, like an ugly bird about to take flight. Which was of course, stupid. And it's been exactly one week. I can't help but be irritated at her, talking to me like we were best friends and questioning on how I was bloody raised up.
I hope Snape punishes her so badly she won't be able to appear to class for the next few weeks.
Draco opened his Journal to the another page, rereading his thoughts. He growled when he saw the names Granger, Mudblood and Stupid Know-It-All scribbled in several pages. In fact, almost all pages have something to do with the Mudblood. How she looks stupid with all the baggy clothes, and the latest entry was one week ago. When Granger tried to tell him that Mudblood aren't different to Purebloods. Draco shook his head. She's a stupid girl.
He threw his quill away and stood up from his bed. It's time to ditch class. He stood up and went to the library. On his way out of his room, he caught sight of brown frizzy hair in his window. It was bewitched so he can be able to see what view can be seen from the window of the South tower. He stepped closer.
It was the Mudblood. Draco narrowed his eyes. Granger appeared to be going to the lake, a stack of books in her arms. Doesn't she have that Muggle study or something subject? Then she waved her hand over her eyes. She repeated this for a couple of times and she shook with gentle seizures. Draco didn't know what was happening to her, and his curiosity peaked.
Abandoning his plan to go to the library and strutted towards the lake.
Hermione's POV
I walked as fast as I can towards the lake, the only place that can be of comfort to me at this time. I tried to stop my crying as I sat down in the shade of a great oak tree nearby, opening one of the books I was bringing. Book of Standard Spells Edition Seven. I sighed. I would just have to tutor myself for DADA since I dropped the subject. I went on reading the book, coming across spells that I had never heard before.
The Vericius Spell
A spell that tells the caster when another wizard is lying or not. The Caster will see the other wizard glow a soft green light when he is saying the truth, red if not. Though the spell is quite useful, it cannot force the Wizard used on to reveal his whereabouts, which is what the potion Veritaserum can do. The wand movement will be—
"You're in my spot, Granger." I looked up from my book. Malfoy was leaning on the oak tree and narrowing his eyes at me. I rolled mine. "You are too pathetic, Malfoy, since you should be attending your classes. Second, I never knew this spot was yours. Why didn't you etch your name on it? It would be harder to miss." Malfoy just growled at me. "Get out." I shook my head. I proceeded to ignoring him and reading the chapter on the Vericius Spell.
The wand movement will be a single flick of the wand, for this spell is best used if the opponent doesn't know he is being checked. The incantation is Vericio.
"I said get out of my spot, because I will use it. Second, did you break up with your boyfriends? Because you look like a bloody idiot, crying." He drawled. I frowned. Was it that obvious? That I cried? I looked at my reflection in the lake. My eyes were rimmed with red, tear stains were still evident on my cheeks and my nose was a soft pink. I groaned. "Fine. You go and claim your spot. And I am not crying, nor have I any Boyfriends. Anyway..." I didn't know where to start. Hmm... A good idea struck me. "Have you thought about what I told you last week?" He cocked at eyebrow at me. "Why would I think about something a Mudblood said? Of course not."
I flinched. Clenching my wand in my robe pocket, I flicked it towards Malfoy. "Vericio." I muttered as silently as I can. He just stared at me, probably waiting for a witty comeback. Nothing happened. I repeated what I did. Still, nothing. I clenched my teeth. I pointed my wand at him. "So, a duel, then?" He smirked at me. I glared at him. "Vericio!" He stood his ground, probably thinking I was bluffing or making up my own spells. He glowed red. I laughed. "So, you have really thought about the difference on being a muggleborn and a pureblood?" He frowned at me. "I have no idea on what you're talking about. Now duel me." I shook my head. "Sorry, can't waste my time on you." I turned back, casting series of Protegos behind me. I walked towards the castle, smiling at the first spell I successfully did without supervision on my seventh year.
Evening, Snape's office
My footsteps grew heavier the closer I get towards Snape's office. This is oddly the first time I ever attended detention, I think. I opened the door. Ron was already there, and Snape was giving me the scariest look I've seen on him. I refused to look away from his glare. "Both of you will rearrange all the books in the Defence against the Dark Arts section in the library, without magic. Use magic, and I will know. Now go, and never let me see you form outside it, Miss Granger, or I will gladly enjoy another month of detention with you." I cocked my head to the side, a defiant look on my face. "'Mione, come on." I let Ron drag me away towards the library. "Stop goading Snape or you'll get another round of detention." I look at Ron. "What? He's being ridiculously unfair." Ron opened the door to the library. "Where is Hermione and what have you done with her?"
I laughed. "I am Hermione. Problem is, I don't know who you are." He looked confused. "Well what I mean is that I don't know who you are as a person. I have this feeling that you know me very well." He nodded. "I do." I look up. The tables in front of us were overflowing with books. "Let's get to work." I sat down and started to sort through the books. "Um... Hermione?" I look up.
"Yes?" Ron stared at me, making me uncomfortable. "What is it, Ron?" He smiled tentatively. "Umm... I was thinking if you could... umm... Help me with homework? Yes, that's it! Help me with homework." I frowned. "I can help you, but I won't dictate answers." He blushed. "Well, of course... I wasn't thinking of that..." I nodded and started sorting again. I was just in the G's when Ron stood up so suddenly. "Oh no! We have Quidditch Practice today! Harry must have forgotten to remind me!" A surge of annoyance passed through me. "Go. I'll be here." He looked at me gratefully. "I'm so sorry, Hermione." I nodded, my hand gripping the book quite hard. Ron left of, sneakily running away.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You don't think he actually cares about you because of your part in the tri-wizard tournament, don't you, Hermione? Even if you are, He doesn't.
I had a thought that he might actually be my friend before I lost my memories...
Don't be daft, Hermione!
But...
See why he left you alone! Quidditch! Merlin, you'll surely get in trouble with Snape!
Why am I talking to myself anyway! And why do I bloody care if Ron cares if I get in trouble with Snape, for Quidditch? I do not care!
I stood up angrily and placed the books on their shelves. I continued doing this, when I reached the H section. I carefully climbed up the ladder—it raised me up for like 17 feet—, which looked like it could crumble into dust any minute. I was placing a book into its shelf when I heard it. Screaming. It was a girl's voice, seemingly familiar. Another woman's voice echoed in my head.
"Where did you find it!" The older woman, the unfamiliar one, seethed.
"I don't know! I swear!" Said the younger one, her voice weak from crying.
"Liar! CRUCIO!"
I opened my eyes, forgetting for a moment on where I was, and my head was spinning. I took a step back.
Right into thin air.
I tried to draw my wand, but I forgot it was at the table, where I placed it because Professor Snape forbid the use of magic. I snapped my eyes shut. This is gonna hurt.
And when I thought I would collide with the ground, I landed into something strong and quite different from the cement floor. I slowly opened my eyes. I was in the arms of... Of Ron. He was looking at me with a worried expression. I feel the anger from leaving me alone return. "Put me down." My voice sounded thick and annoyed. Ron did as I said. The moment my feet touched the floor and Ron's arms no longer encircled me, I collapsed to the floor. Ron caught me again, which annoyed me. He's gonna leave me and arrive just to show how weak and unimportant I am?
"Blimey, Hermione, What were you thinking?" He said while carrying me towards the library chair. I avoided looking at him in the eyes. I never had close contact with any other boy like this before...
"It's nothing. Why did you come back?" Annoyance must be in my tone, because Ron looked at me, hurt. "I just told Harry that I wouldn't be able to attend practice so he should schedule training me once I've had time." I look down, suddenly guilty. "Oh..." Then I heard screaming again. This time is was the little girl's voice, emitting blood curling screams. Pain broke through me like a knife. The last thing I knew was the older woman's voice, seething in anger.
"WHERE DID YOU FIND IT?"
And then something snapped within me, and I blacked out.
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