Are You Easily Bruised?
You gotta have some violent humour at one point! And here it is! Of course, there is more to come; tripping isn't the only way to fall here in this fic...
Warning: There is physical assault in here. And the violence scenes here are pretty graphic and descriptive. Well, it isn't that bad. I think... xD
Definition of Disclaimer: -author decides last minute that she doesn't want to write the definition because she is too busy not owning Harry Potter-
The whole class wasn't really paying attention to the lesson or what they were putting into their concoctions. It was supposed to be a De-Swelling Drought, but with all the mis-measurements and mistakes the students were making from lack of focus, it couldn't really be considered that anymore.
Maybe what Seamus created was a Firecracker Draft, colorful sparks shooting out and lighting his and a few more books ablaze with multi-coloured flames. Neville could have been making lotion, the consistency thick as pudding. Except the fact that when he stuck the ladle in, it turned into ash and crumbled into the air. Even Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott came out with oddly coloured brews; Blaise's was not the expected dull orange, but a pine green, smelling strongly of sulfur and strawberries, not a good combination. Theodore's potion was not any better. It was a bright, electric pink and every so often, released a small squirt of surprisingly cool paint, splashing any student within its range in a bright pink paint that refused to be removed with magic. Not a single potion was brewed correctly, except, of course, Hermione's and Draco's potion. Theirs was a perfect shade of orange. In fact, they were nearly done. No one was concentrating at the task at hand; even Slughorn seemed unfocused and spacey.
The students were too busy observing the Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy Amortentia "project", as they called it. It was about ten minutes until the exact time when Hermione Granger accidentally swallowed some Amortentia. Not that anyone even knew exactly when. They just knew that it would wear off soon, actually, any minute now.
Oop, and there goes Ron's potions; it singed his eyebrows right off. Poor bloke. Harry wasn't caught in the explosion; he just got a little bit of ash on his face.
"Okay, students!" Slughorn suddenly announced. "Please, try to keep the explosions to a minimum; Mr. Finnegan nearly burnt half of our books, and I would not like to repeat that. So please, try to focus a little," he practically begged.
The students muttered their reluctant agreements and kept an eye on their potions. Occasionally, their eyes did dart over to Draco and Hermione. They were already done with their potion; in fact, they were bottling up right now. After Hermione dropped it off at Slughorn's desk, she returned to her desk with Draco.
"We brewed it perfectly! Thank you so much, Draco! You did wonderfully," she complimented generously, leaning in for a kiss.
"Thank you," Draco replied smugly before obliging to her silent request.
Of course, based on Draco's luck, Hermione was glued to his lips when the potion just suddenly... wore off.
Hermione snapped open her eyes to find her staring at Draco's closed eyes right in front of her. She took it to baser instinct and opened her mouth to scream. Of course, Draco was still attached to her lips when she opened them to scream, so she could not make any noise and it looked rather odd.
She pulled away, blushing so hard she could put even Ronald Weasley to shame.
"Y-you..." Hermione started shakily, pointing an accusing finger at Draco.
Draco raised an eyebrow; nobody knew that the potion was really gone yet. "Yes?" he asked innocently.
"YOU KISSED ME, YOU DIRTY, LITTLE BAS-" And Hermione was cut off by Draco kissing her again.
She stiffened in shock before pulling away quickly, blushing hard, yet again.
"What was that for?" she shrieked, wiping her mouth vigorously with her robe sleeve. He just shrugged in response. "To get you to shut up." He then smirked. "Apparently, it worked."
Hermione glared daggers at his smug expression and took a few deep breaths.
The whole class held their breaths. Even Slughorn watched on curiously.
"Malfoy?" the now calmer brunette said sweetly, an artificial smile plastered on her face.
"Back on last name terms, I see," he commented, amusement showing ever so slightly on his aristocratic face. "What, Granger?"
"Do you bruise easily?" she said just as angelically as before, her forced grin slowly becoming more devious.
"What kind of question is th-"
SLAP!
Malfoy fell straight to the ground with a dull thud.
"Bloo'y 'ell, Grain-jur!" he yelled through his now broken nose, hands desperately trying to stop the blood from flowing. "Wha' wuz dat for?"
"What was that for? What was that for?" she repeated hysterically, "You disgusting slut! I will cut your pathetic body into a million pieces with a butter knife and burn them! And with the pool of blood that is left, I'll put it in a jar and mail that to your parents so they can wonder why the hell it ever happened to them. And after that is done, I will take the ashes and stuff then into a little voodoo doll that looks just like you and behead that with a fork by stabbing it over and over. After that, I will put the pieces of your disemboweled doll in to a freaking box and mail that to your parents, too, so they can cry over your bloody, burnt remains!" That being said, she kicked him in the crotch as well.
That action snapped Slughorn back to life. "Two week's detention, Miss Granger!" he bellowed angrily. "Mr. Zabini, take Mr. Malfoy here to the Hospital Wing. Right away; he is only losing more blood," he yelled, ushering the two out of the class.
"I will see you in my classroom at 7 'o' clock tonight after dinner for detention every day until next Friday, Miss Granger. That was unacceptable behavior."
Hermione glared at Blaise and Draco as they exited and grudgingly answered her Potions professor. "Yes, sir. I'll be there," she spat through gritted teeth.
And with that being said and Draco on the way to the Hospital Wing, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.
~DMHG~
The angry girl quickly packed her books and fled the classroom, Harry and Ron following right after her.
"It's good to have you back, Hermione," Harry said as they walked to Transfiguration. "Yea," Ron echoed. "We can only stand hearing so much crap about Malfoy."
"It's good to be back," she replied with a small smile. "But I feel so dirty!" she added angrily. "That disgusting piece of filth stuck his tongue down my throat," she said with a shiver. And not the good kind, mind you.
"You know, he spread a whole bunch of rumors about you being… um a bad..." Ron stated nervously. "A bad what, Ronald?" she asked cautiously.
Ron looked around before leaning over and whispering that f-word in her ear.
"That little piece of shite!" she shrieked aloud. "I did not do anything with him, okay guys? I would be scarred for life and possibly be thinking of just letting Filch hang me by the thumbs til they fall off and I bleed to death," she said exasperatedly.
"We believe you, Hermione. We don't believe anything Malfoy says, anyway. I don't know about the other people in the castle though…" Harry trailed off.
"Whatever. I still feel the urge to take a blunt axe and slowly hack off each one of Malfoy's slutty limbs and send his parents a picture of him without one of his bloody arms. And he thought third year was bad. I will get him back for this. He won't know what hit him," she said, smirking evilly.
"We'll help you, 'Mione," Ron volunteered. She just shook her head. "I want to do this myself. Thanks, Ron. I really appreciate it, though. Anyway, we have to hurry to Transfiguration. Come on," she commanded, quickening her pace.
"We'll be there, 'Mione," Harry called before turning to Ron. "Someone's feeling violent," he muttered.
Ron nodded in agreement. "Yea, I swear, I don't think I've seen her this angry since fourth year at the Yule Ball." The red head flinched at the memory.
"I'm sure she'll just blow it off soon. I doubt she'd actually kill Malfoy. It's not in her," Harry reasoned. "I wouldn't be surprised if she found some clever way to get back at him without getting in trouble, though. That's more like the Hermione we know."
Ron nodded. "Mhm."
"Now let's go, Ron. Hermione and McGonagall will kill us if we're late. And Hermione will probably explain it graphically before she actually does."
"Oh, Merlin, that girl is too descriptive for her own good. Let's go," Ron agreed slightly worriedly, speed walking down the halls, Harry on his heels.
Wow, descriptive and violent. Good and bad, at times. xD
I apologize for Hermione's OOC-ness. :/ You would be angry, too, if you found yourself lip-locking with your worst enemy, no?
A chapter above my head, the next one beneath my bed. No reviews would just cause me so much... dread!
