Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me-not the Harry Potter crew, those are JK Rowlings, and not Rammstein (that belongs to Rammstein). I'm not making money-don't sue me.
Note: This story isn't great-not even good-and rather short. I think the main reason I wrote this was because someone asked me to continue the series....BUT I'm losing inspiration-I have ideas, but I don't know if I want to actually write them up-so this might be the last installation of the Bad Hermione stories. If it is (still haven't decided yet) sorry for ending in such an incomplete way.......^_^
As with the other ones in the series, please not a word about it being sick or something-and I know that drugs aren't good-Kids, don't follow the examples set in this story! Happy now? Well thats all I have to say. Enjoy-or something.....
The Tapestry Room
"We have GOT to do something again," Hermione Granger said, looking between her friends. "Life's been too boring recently." After almost getting caught playing Strip Go-Fish in MacGonagal's office, nearly a month ago, Hermione, Harry, Ron and the Weasly twins had been excessivly careful about their little activities....so careful that they really hadn't done ANYthing of late.
"You still have a lot of stuff, right Herm?" Harry Potter asked as the three other guys present nodded in agreement to Hermione's statement.
Hermione nodded. "Loads-thats not the problem."
"The problem," Ron said, as he leaned back on his bunk, positioning his long legs into a more comfortable position. "Is that we don't have a PLACE to do anything....MacGonagal's way paranoid now."
"True..." Fred said, his devious mind working at top speed. "Harry, do you still have the Marauder's Map?"
"Oh yeah!" Harry exclaimed pulling out the partchment from under his mattress. "Here," he handed it to the nearest of the twins, who examined it with his brother.
There was silence for a while-Hermione, Ron and Harry watched at the identical red-heads searched it, until twin smiles blossumed on their faces. "Found it!"
"what?" Ron voiced the thoughts of the three excited people sitting there. "Come on, tell us!"
"Look," George said, holding up the map and pointing to something. "It's a secret chamber-no one knows about it."
"We noticed it when we had the map," Fred filled in as ideas flashed through the friends' minds. "But we never had a chance to visit it........want to try it?"
"Yes!' Hermione exclaimed happily. "Tonight?"
Harry frowned. "Tonight? How-if we're caught......"
"You have your invisability cloak," Ron supplied helpfully.
"But will it fit everyone under it?" Was Harry's concern.
"If you do more than one trip," Hermione answered. "Here's my idea-we find the room after dinner, go in there before curfew......then come out after everyone is asleep."
There was silence as the four wizards thought it over, then finally Ron answered, in a slow, thoughtful and surprisingly careful voice..."Sounds like it could work..."
***
That evening, after dinner, the four wizards and witch carefully made their way to the secret room, which was located not far from Filch's office, making it more difficult for the young people. It took a little time to find out how to get in-there was a specific part of a tapestry they had to touch while exhaling, but they found the entrance and, luckily for them, no one caught them.
The tapestry seemed to turn misty, and the friend's tumbled into the room. As soon as they were all in once again, the tapestry returned to normal, causing the room to go pitch black.
Ron sneezed twice-the room was dusty-as Hermione took out her wand and made the tip glow. They could at least see the room.
The room was large and filled with rolled up rugs and tapestries-a storage room obviously, but judging from the dust and cobwebs, no one had been in there for a very long time.
"Perfect!" Ron said, with another sneeze. "this will do nicely, huh?"
"Sure," Hermione let go of her wand, but it just floated in the air, and got slightly brighter. She wrinkled her nose. "'cept for the smell and dust-but thats livable."
"Great!" Fred said, walking further into the chamber, his feet and robes stirring up even more dust as he did. "Hermione, if you would,"
Grinning, Hermione took out on of her seemingly many-no one but her knew exactly how many she had-enlarger boxes, and set it to growing. After it had reached as big as she wanted, she lifted the lid and rummaged around inside. "Music preferences?" She asked, pulling out her muggle tape player.
The twins' eyes widened at the device and the others realized that they hadn't ever seen one before. "Whats THAT?" George asked, grinning.
"Its a tape player-Muggle thing," Hermione explained putting it on the floor beside the box. "I put a spell on it so that it works here-don't tell your dad." She grinned. "What do you want to listen to?"
"Lets hear Rammstein," Ron said. He had really taken to the German group.
"okay," Hermione put the CD in and pressed play. "I hope this room is soundproof." She started going through the trunk once again.
Harry flicked his wand and muttered something in latin. "It is now," he commented.
Hermione grinned, pulled out a bottle of amber liquid and settled herself on a rolled up tapestry. Fred, grinning, went over and joined her. He took a sip from the bottle she offered him and made a face.
"Whats this?" he asked.
"Chardonnay." Hermione replied, taking it back from him. "Wine." She showed him the label. "Though-there is some other stuff in there if you want,"
"Naw," he said as she moved to sit on his lap. "This is fine." He grinned up at her.
"I thought so." she said with a slight growl, and pushed him over to the other side of the tapestry.
Harry sighed and reached into the trunk to find some weed. "You know," he commented, finding what he wanted and lighting it up. "We really need to get some other girls into this,"
"No shit," Ron muttered, taking to joint from his friend. Harry reliquished to him and went back to the trunk for something else.
George looked between them then to the tapestry behind which his brother and Hermione were making a bit of noise. "Agreed," he said as he got to his feet. "But until then..." He grinned and started over to the rolled up cloth.
Thank you for reading-if you have anything to say, go right ahead. I'd especially appreciate critisizim on my actual WRITING as well as the plot line (like, how I put sentences and paragraphs together and what I could do to improve that). Thanks again....~Me~
Note: This story isn't great-not even good-and rather short. I think the main reason I wrote this was because someone asked me to continue the series....BUT I'm losing inspiration-I have ideas, but I don't know if I want to actually write them up-so this might be the last installation of the Bad Hermione stories. If it is (still haven't decided yet) sorry for ending in such an incomplete way.......^_^
As with the other ones in the series, please not a word about it being sick or something-and I know that drugs aren't good-Kids, don't follow the examples set in this story! Happy now? Well thats all I have to say. Enjoy-or something.....
Bad Hermione VI
The Tapestry Room
"We have GOT to do something again," Hermione Granger said, looking between her friends. "Life's been too boring recently." After almost getting caught playing Strip Go-Fish in MacGonagal's office, nearly a month ago, Hermione, Harry, Ron and the Weasly twins had been excessivly careful about their little activities....so careful that they really hadn't done ANYthing of late.
"You still have a lot of stuff, right Herm?" Harry Potter asked as the three other guys present nodded in agreement to Hermione's statement.
Hermione nodded. "Loads-thats not the problem."
"The problem," Ron said, as he leaned back on his bunk, positioning his long legs into a more comfortable position. "Is that we don't have a PLACE to do anything....MacGonagal's way paranoid now."
"True..." Fred said, his devious mind working at top speed. "Harry, do you still have the Marauder's Map?"
"Oh yeah!" Harry exclaimed pulling out the partchment from under his mattress. "Here," he handed it to the nearest of the twins, who examined it with his brother.
There was silence for a while-Hermione, Ron and Harry watched at the identical red-heads searched it, until twin smiles blossumed on their faces. "Found it!"
"what?" Ron voiced the thoughts of the three excited people sitting there. "Come on, tell us!"
"Look," George said, holding up the map and pointing to something. "It's a secret chamber-no one knows about it."
"We noticed it when we had the map," Fred filled in as ideas flashed through the friends' minds. "But we never had a chance to visit it........want to try it?"
"Yes!' Hermione exclaimed happily. "Tonight?"
Harry frowned. "Tonight? How-if we're caught......"
"You have your invisability cloak," Ron supplied helpfully.
"But will it fit everyone under it?" Was Harry's concern.
"If you do more than one trip," Hermione answered. "Here's my idea-we find the room after dinner, go in there before curfew......then come out after everyone is asleep."
There was silence as the four wizards thought it over, then finally Ron answered, in a slow, thoughtful and surprisingly careful voice..."Sounds like it could work..."
***
That evening, after dinner, the four wizards and witch carefully made their way to the secret room, which was located not far from Filch's office, making it more difficult for the young people. It took a little time to find out how to get in-there was a specific part of a tapestry they had to touch while exhaling, but they found the entrance and, luckily for them, no one caught them.
The tapestry seemed to turn misty, and the friend's tumbled into the room. As soon as they were all in once again, the tapestry returned to normal, causing the room to go pitch black.
Ron sneezed twice-the room was dusty-as Hermione took out her wand and made the tip glow. They could at least see the room.
The room was large and filled with rolled up rugs and tapestries-a storage room obviously, but judging from the dust and cobwebs, no one had been in there for a very long time.
"Perfect!" Ron said, with another sneeze. "this will do nicely, huh?"
"Sure," Hermione let go of her wand, but it just floated in the air, and got slightly brighter. She wrinkled her nose. "'cept for the smell and dust-but thats livable."
"Great!" Fred said, walking further into the chamber, his feet and robes stirring up even more dust as he did. "Hermione, if you would,"
Grinning, Hermione took out on of her seemingly many-no one but her knew exactly how many she had-enlarger boxes, and set it to growing. After it had reached as big as she wanted, she lifted the lid and rummaged around inside. "Music preferences?" She asked, pulling out her muggle tape player.
The twins' eyes widened at the device and the others realized that they hadn't ever seen one before. "Whats THAT?" George asked, grinning.
"Its a tape player-Muggle thing," Hermione explained putting it on the floor beside the box. "I put a spell on it so that it works here-don't tell your dad." She grinned. "What do you want to listen to?"
"Lets hear Rammstein," Ron said. He had really taken to the German group.
"okay," Hermione put the CD in and pressed play. "I hope this room is soundproof." She started going through the trunk once again.
Harry flicked his wand and muttered something in latin. "It is now," he commented.
Hermione grinned, pulled out a bottle of amber liquid and settled herself on a rolled up tapestry. Fred, grinning, went over and joined her. He took a sip from the bottle she offered him and made a face.
"Whats this?" he asked.
"Chardonnay." Hermione replied, taking it back from him. "Wine." She showed him the label. "Though-there is some other stuff in there if you want,"
"Naw," he said as she moved to sit on his lap. "This is fine." He grinned up at her.
"I thought so." she said with a slight growl, and pushed him over to the other side of the tapestry.
Harry sighed and reached into the trunk to find some weed. "You know," he commented, finding what he wanted and lighting it up. "We really need to get some other girls into this,"
"No shit," Ron muttered, taking to joint from his friend. Harry reliquished to him and went back to the trunk for something else.
George looked between them then to the tapestry behind which his brother and Hermione were making a bit of noise. "Agreed," he said as he got to his feet. "But until then..." He grinned and started over to the rolled up cloth.
Thank you for reading-if you have anything to say, go right ahead. I'd especially appreciate critisizim on my actual WRITING as well as the plot line (like, how I put sentences and paragraphs together and what I could do to improve that). Thanks again....~Me~