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CHAPTER 10.
"Very impressive Miss Granger." Came a familiar voice from behind her, causing her to whip around. The rest of the order must have been alerted by the many screams, for they had come to investigate, many of them with wands drawn. The speaker had been Hermione's least favourite teacher, Professor Snape.
"I was not aware that you could do wandless magic miss granger." He continued in a silky voice, that was almost accusatory. Good to know some things don't change, she thought wryly.
"Neither was I." Hermione admitted, looking at her hands in some trepidation, what the hell else didn't she now about herself?
She turned to Fleur, as if hoping her friend would announce that this was merely another veela trait, but Fleur seeming to understand, shook her head in awe.
"Is there anyting else I need to know?" she questioned Fleur desperatley, the french woman thought for a moment, befor leaning forward to whisper in Hermione's ear.
(It transpired that her Veela 'allure', would be even more powerfull during her time of the month, due to hormones, so she would attract even more attention. Fan-fucking-tastic.)
Hermione groaned, hiding her face in her hands, much to the curiosity of the others.
"What?" came Ginny's voice, a still blushing hermione explained to her in whispered tones. Ginny winced sympathetically, patting Hermione on the back.
"But ze wandless magic..." Fleur broke off.
"Looks like this one was all you Mi." Came Ginny's voice from behind her, turning, Hermione was pulled into a fierce hug, "Thank you." The red head whispered.
"S'no problem." Hermione mumbled, and she was pulled into the embrace of a sobbing Mrs Weasley, "You saved my little girl, how can I ever thank you?"
Hermione noticed that Snape was still looking staright her, but not in the way all the other men seemed to, with hunger and lust. No, snape was staring at her with open curiosity, and, unless she imagined it, a little respect. Pushing away that scary thought, Hermione moved to comfort mrs Weasley, rubbing her back gently.
After that, they thought it best to finish that days quiddich, instead returning to await the letters with their results. when they returned to the house they where greeted by a sight that almost made hermione's heart stop.
Owls.
Three of them.
On the kitchen table.
One each for her, Harry and Ron. She was frozen, and Harry seemed to be in a similar situation to hers. Snape rolled his eyes, and walked forward, cloak billowing, to relieve the owls of their burden, handing the letters to their recipients.
With trembling fingers, hermione tore into her envelope, her heart thudding wildly in her chest. The entire kitchen had gone silent, waiting. Hermione took a deep breath, and read;
Hermione Jean Granger ; OWL reslts.
Transfiguration O
Charms O
Potions O
Defence against the Dark Arts O
Herbology O
Care of magical creatures O
Arithmancy O
Ancient Runes O
Muggle Studies O
History of Magic O
Astronomy O
Hermione exhaled, relaxing a little more every time she read over the letter. She looked around the room, which was still filled with silent trepidation.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked timidly.
Hermione looked at her, and beamed, pulling her into a bone crushing hug, and laughing delightedly, forgetting the affect her laugh now had on people. She looked up to see all eyes on her, slightly dazed. She shrugged it off, noting could sour her mood at the moment. Mrs weasley who had come to read her results over her shoulder, now exclaimed, "Well done Hermione, that's just as good as my Bill!"
Still beaming, she turned to harry, who looked thoroughly pleased with himself, looking at his results she cheered.
"Well done Harry." And then flung herslef at him in a strangling hug, he "Offd", as she crashed into his chest, but chuckled hugging her back none the less.
"See, we said you had nothing to worry about." He pointed out snidely, Hermione just mock punched him in the shoulder, and was then passed from person to person with hugs an congratulations.
Even professor snape nodded to her stiffly, "Congratulations Miss granger, I wouldn't have accepted anything less from you."
When she reached Charlie, both of them held onto the hug a little longer than required, and Charlie whispered breathily, "Well done sweetness, im proud of you." Into her ear, and pressed a soft kiss to her jaw, making her go weak at the knees, and lose her ability to form coherent sentences.
"Hmm." was the response she managed, which made Charile smirk at her devilishly. When they to parted, Mrs Weasley and Ginny where exchanging knowing smirks, that didn't bode well for anyone involved.
"I should go write to my parents." Hermione announced, needing to vacate the room quickly, before she did something stupid, like look at Charlie again. Dashing out the door and up he stairs, to her room, she crashed into something solid, knocking her backwards to the floor. She looked up, confused, only to see and extremely tall Ron, staring down at her.
"Ron." she said, relieved, "How where your results?" she asked timidly, and she scrabbled to right herself. Ron merely snorted at her in desgust, pushing her harshly out of his path, so that she crashed into the wall.
"Filthy halfbreed." he spat.
She swore on impact, her shoulder jarring slightly as she came into contact with the shabby wallpaper. Hearing the sound of a door slamming she looked up, to see that Ron was gone, but in his pace stood a concerned looking Lupin, with frown lines etched deeply into his skin.
"Are you all right Hermione?" he asked gently, Hermione shook her head No. Her good mood having evaporated.
"I don't know what i'm supposed to have done." She admitted in a small voice, that made Lupin wrap and arm protectively around her.
"I don't think you've done anything Mione." He said sadly. Without explaining any further however, he started pulling her back downstairs.
"Come on, their throwing party for you three's results." he aid quietly, towing her down the final flight of stairs and into the kitchen.
Upon arrival, several people looked curiously to see Hermione under Lupin's arm, Lupin and Sirius exchanged darkly significant looks, before the latter growled in frustration.
"This is getting stupid." he said, to the confusion of most.
Lupin nodded sadly, "Im starting to think something must be done." he admitted reluctantly.
Hermione looked up, alarmed, where they going to send her away? "What something?" she asked, fear evident in her voice.
"Nothing to you Kitten." Sirius reassured her quickly. By this point the other occupants in the room had become impatient.
"Would someone please tell us what is going on?" Cried the normally benign Mr Weasley.
Remus and Sirius looked at each other before turning to Mr Weasley. "Arthur." Lupin began, "I was just upstairs, and saw Ron pushing Hermione into the wall on the first landing, he called her a 'filthy halfbreed'." He explained, his voice apologetic, whilst others about the room darkened, sirius stiffened.
"You must agree that this has gone on to long." he reasoned, a grave look in his eye. Before Mr Weasley could respond however, they where distracted by the muffled sound of shouting from up stairs.
Looking about the room, Hermione asked quickly, "Where are Harry and the twins?" The kitchen was still for a second, and then Hermione turned on her heel, and sprinted upstairs, with the remaining weasleys, Fleur, Lupin and Sirius on her flank.