I've decided to name this one-

That One Time Hermione Almost Got Eaten By A Troll.

Halloween day-

Hermione and Hannah were walking from class a couple of weeks later with Harry and Ron. "I need to go to the toilet!" Hermione announced loudly. A couple of people stared at her, and Hannah giggled.

"Would you like me to come with you?" Hannah offered kindly after she stopped giggling. Hermione's hair bounced from side to side. Thankfully she answered back, otherwise nobody would have knew what she had answered. "No thanks."

Hermione then jauntily took her books, and went off to the toilets.

If only she had noticed the older student following behind her, her entire day would have turned out differently.

Hermione washed her hands, and flicked them, stifling a yawn. Today had been boring. No broom practice, and they had double potions and Herbology later.

She walked slowly out of the toilets, and she was suddenly pushed into a wall by a tall girl in the first year. Judging by her uniform, she was a Ravenclaw.
The girl didn't look very friendly. "You know what, you bushy-haired know-it-all?" Hermione gulped, but didn't answer. The girl gave her a menacing glare, and then continued. "You beat me on the test for Charms. How dare you!" She looked like she was about to slap Hermione. Hermione blinked furiously, trying to hold in the tears that were threatening to overwhelm her.

The girl looked over her shoulder, and then went on. "I will sabotage your tests until you start getting lower scores. Do you understand me?" Hermione's hair bobbed up and down. The Ravenclaw shook her head. "By the way, don't go to any teachers about me. I will know, and you will not be happy with the consequences."

Hermione nodded again. The girl turned her head, and stalked away.

Hermione went back into the toilets and leaned against the sinks. She could remember this happening at her primary school a lot, but she was never targeted.

*Flashback*

Hermione was walking to her classroom just before the last lunch bell went, when she heard a small scream from somewhere. Hermione went to investigate.

She walked to the brick building where all the toilets were, and almost gasped when she saw what was happening.

A smaller girl, who had short blonde hair, was being pushed up against the wall by another girl who was looked several years older than her. The older one was screaming insults at the short girl, and the short girl had tears rolling down her face.

Hermione ran to get a teacher.

*Flashback ended*

Hermione was determined not to be like that girl, powerless and afraid to tell anybody.

But on the inside, all Hermione really wanted to do was curl up under the sinks, and cry.

Hannah was getting very worried about Hermione. It had been almost half an hour since she had left for the toilets, and it was almost time for them to go to Herbology.

She looked around for someone to help her, and she saw Neville was talking quietly to Harry and Ron. They had all become a bit closer to the boy with the lightning scar, and although nobody really talked about it, Neville still felt he was in their debt for helping him with The Gigantic Prat / Malfoy. Hannah ran up to them. "Hermione isn't back from the toilet yet, and I'm getting worried about her. Could you help me find her?"

Harry nodded worriedly, and Ron and Neville nodded too. They all set off through the corridors together, determined to find Hermione.

Hannah opened the door to the toilets that Hermione had entered almost half an hour before. Harry and Ron stopped by the door. Hannah gave them a confused look.

"We're staying here, so we can keep -uh- look out." Harry said. Ron snorted. "Yeah right mate, you're staying here because you're too afraid to go into the girl's bathroom!" Hannah gave out a sigh, and stepped into the bathroom.

Hannah and Neville, who hadn't really cared about that they were going into a girls bathroom, arrived to find Hermione breathing deeply, almost hyper-ventilating, while leaning heavily on the sink.

Neville rushed over to her, looking slightly green over this entire situation. "What happened?!" He gushed before he could stop himself.

Hermione seemed to be making a decision, and she straightened up from the sinks, and motioned for them to leave the girls bathrooms.

Harry and Ron followed them up to wherever Hermione was going, slightly confused by this extremely different girl. No bubbliness, no bouncing hair. She always seemed to be determined when doing homework, but not like this, Ron thought.

The four of them, minus Neville, since he had to go to his next class, ended up in Professor Flitwick's office, with only Hermione and Hannah knowing what seemed to be going on. Hermione for once looked solemn.

She told Flitwick what had happened to her, and what the Ravenclaw girl (Of which he was Head of House) had looked like.

Flitwick was situated on a chair piled high with books. "So, from what I've heard, you beat a girl on a test, and now she's determined to sabotage every test you do that's better than hers."

Hermione nodded, and Hannah felt like she had to add something to the story. "We found Hermione breathing heavily, almost hyper-ventilating near the sinks. I know that you don't want to believe that one of your Ravenclaws has done something wrong, but if you will just help us, we would all be forever grateful."

Everyone in the room (except Flitwick, obviously) nodded, determined to help their friend with the problem.

Tiny, as Ron had decided to call him, (He had caught on to the nickname thing that Harry had started.) took his glasses off, and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly. He was over 70 years old, after all. "I'll see what I can do." He said.

Ron pumped his fist in the air, and Hannah and Harry jumped around, dancing strangely. Hermione smiled slightly, still feeling disheartened about the whole thing.

Hermione grabbed the other three, and pushed them out of Tiny's office. Hermione stayed a little longer.

She pushed a small package over to him. "Happy birthday Sir. I hope you like the Sugar Mice I got you. Sorry it's a bit late."

Flitwick smiled, and shooed Hermione out of his office.

Harry and Ron were ecstatically dressing up for the Halloween Feast, even though it probably was a bad idea, when an owl flew through the door. "Ah! My parents have finally been kind enough to send me a letter back!" Harry said excitedly.

He grabbed the letter off of the owl's leg, and then sat down on a chair to read it. It seemed like there was only Violet's response? Strange. Harry thought, and then shrugged.

(Remember Violet is only 5)

Dear Harry,

You askd what I was dresing up as for Halloween, and unlik Daisy, who thinks she's not dresing up for Halloween, I'm dresing up as a prinses! And we're going to Uncle Sirius house to hav dinner!

Love, Violet.

Harry smiled, and showed the letter to Ron who patted him on the back, and positioned him in front of the mirror to get him into a properly ridiculous costume.

Hermione was less cheerful. She was walking around with Hannah and Neville, wasting time until the Halloween feast began.

Hermione needed to go to the toilet. Badly. But she didn't want to go, because she was now completely sure that the toilets she went to when the girl showed up and threated her were completely and utterly tabooed. Hermione really needed to go though, and she was tossing the idea of actually not caring, and just going to the toilet. She shrugged mentally.

"I'm going to the tabooed toilet!" Hermione announced, quite proud of herself for not caring about the fact the toilets were technically tabooed.

Hannah sighed worriedly, "Are you sure? Because me, Neville, Harry and Ron have to going to the feast now. You can't hold on?" Hermione shook her head. Hannah waved her hand in submission. "Fine, go on. You know where to find us."

Hermione fast walked to the toilet.

At the Feast-

Hannah sat down by herself at the Hufflepuff table, watching Neville go back to Gryffindor.

Suddenly there were people whispering and pointing, and there was a flash of light.

Harry and Ron walked in, surrounded by balls of light shaped like pumpkins, and dressed in ridiculous suits that looked like fireworks. (They got some older years to do the light pumkins for them, after fifty tries of doing it themselves.)

Dumbledore gave out a hearty laugh, and the rest of the great hall at least smiled. (Apart from Malfoy. He looked quite sour, in fact.)

The two sat down next to Hannah with mischievous smiles, before noticing Hermione wasn't there. Harry frowned at Hannah. "Didn't you say you were taking care of her?" Hannah shrugged non-committedly. "She was busting to go to the toilet."

Ron shook his head, and then Dumbledore stood up to start the feast, making him almost forget all about Hermione.

Hermione was washing her hands when she heard it.

A grumble, and then a roar. It chilled her to the bones, and she had a thought to get out of there, and the rest of her body readily agreed.

She saw something purple pass outside of the doorway, and then it was gone.

Interesting she thought, and then realised if she didn't get moving, she would be whatever that was' chew toy.

Ron yawned, and plopped his feet on the table, only to have them brushed off the table by a passing Professor Sprout. He smiled charmingly at her, and she rolled her eyes, walking ahead.

In an instant, the smile was wiped off his face, as the Great Hall's doors flung open, to reveal a dramatically panting Quirrel. Hannah noticed Neville keel over on the other side of the room.

Quirrel rushed into the middle of the room, sweat beading on his upper lip, and almost screamed, "There's a Troll in the Dungeons. Just thought you'd like to know." Before he fainted almost as dramatically as he panted.

The Great Hall went into an up-roar. Dumbledore stood up, and obviously did something to his voice before shouting for silence. Everybody sat back down, feeling quite embarrassed.

Harry looked at Ron, and Ron looked desperately at Hannah. Hannah nodded her head, signalling that they should probably go save Hermione, before she got eaten by a troll.

Hermione ran out into the corridor, before smacking into something- meaty?

Hermione looked up, always the inquisitive, before realising that she should probably run from the Troll that was currently standing right in front of her.

She ran the opposite direction, before a headache stopping her progress. Hermione rubbed her head, before hearing a voice from behind her.

"Dammit Hermione! A headache is what happens when you smack into a Troll, or try to battle it, if you really wanted to know." She recognised it, and cried out, before giving Ron a hug.

Ron smiled, and grabbed Hermione's hand, before running further, and finding Harry and Hannah waiting for them.

They all stuck together until they finally got to the Badgers Den, and went to sleep, ready for another long day at Hogwarts.

A/N

Thanks for the review JeanandBilius! Really helped me get those brain cells churning this time!

Alright, I need some serious review feedback on this chapter. I'm not sure whether I made it a tad too serious, or changed Hermione a bit too much. I hope that you'll give me some honest reviews, and until next time, my dearest readers!