A/R: (Holds hands out, palms splayed.) "If you hit me I swear I'll go blind!" (Runs for the hills, chased by imaginary guilt monsters, after the mind of a girl who just cannot seem to update regularly.) Ahem.
P.S. This is a bit longer that it really should be, more like a double drabble or some such thing.
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Granger Gothica.
The doors of the Great Hall swung open with a resounding bang, a figure strutting through confidently, hips swaying, boots making hard clunking noises on the burnished floor. There was a collective gasp as the students of Hogwarts observed this person, who at that moment was striding purposefully towards a certain redhead, her teeth bared in a feral grin.
"H-He-Hermione?"
She licked her lips, and stood in front of Ron, hip jutted to one side, a be-jewelled hand resting on it, gripping the leathery material. With her other hand she fingered an impressive display of necklaces and chains, some of which sported what looked like skulls and bones, chunky silver charms.
"Yesssss…" Hermione's mouth opened wider in a terrible grin, and she leaned forward, her face pushing up against Ron's.
On the other side of the room a certain Slytherin boy was watching the proceedings with concentrated interest. If it worked on that mudblood, then it will work on him as well. He smirked, and bit into a slice of toast with vigour.
Hermione continued her antics, unshed tears held in only by the fear of what He would do if she didn't.