I am sorry for the language I am just so passionate about Hermoine getting back at Lavender. Enjoy!
Lavender gasped at the insult while the friends next to Hermoine smirked to themselves. Even Ron was proud of her. "Uugh!" Lavender stomped an ugly heel on the ground and walked away.
"Go ahead and let the door hit you on the way out. Perhaps it'll rip your ugly dress!" Hermoine called after her. "You! You jealous, coward. You wouldn't hex me back if I hit you first." Lavender turned around.
"Well you see there is this thing in the muggle world called fighting. We do that instead of dueling. When I was about twelve... I remember running into Professor Snape in the hall and he mentioned something about what was it again..." She smirked at Snape.
"Tackling." He chimed in. "Ah Yes. He said I nearly tackled him to the ground. And you see the height difference between him and I now? Just imagine how easy it would be to beat you in that gauky dress." Hermoine stepped up to her.
"You wouldn't dare hit me!" Lavender gasped again. "Really? Watch me." She lunged at her. Tackling her to the ground. She heard the boys and Luna cheering her on. There wasn't a single person rooting for Lavender.
Hermoine had Lavenders head in a head lock when she whispered in her ear, "If you ever come near me or any of the family I have now, you will be back on the floor begging for your life. Understand?" "Yes!" Lavender squeaked.
"Good." Hermoine spat on the pink poof Lavender called a dress. She walked over to her family and Ron and Harry lifted her on their shoulders like at the end of a quidditch match. Once they had carried her outside everything died down.
"Wait. We're not heading back to the hotel just yet. It's only... anyone have a watch?" She asked. "Nine thirty." Snape informed her. "Well then. It's only nine thirty and I am sure we could all use another drink and I have a dream I want to check off my list." She explained.
"Ok then. Where to?" Harry asked. "Well. First we're going to find some cheap alcohol and then we are paying a visit to an old friend of mine." She had a smirk on her face. "Let's go." Malfoy agreed. At some point in their journey through the city Hermoine had found herself on Rons back.
She knew Malfoy was a bit jealous and eventually got off Ron. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he picked up her legs. She inhaled the familiar scent of Malfoy. They eventually had gotten alcohol and we're all a bit drunk.
"Seriously Mione. Where are we headed?" Harry asked with Luna on his back. "It's just up here." She hopped off Malfoys back and sprinted towards the shop. She stopped in front of the doors and looked up at the sign. GW TATTOOS.
"We're here." She smiled. "But this is Ginny's tattoo place. Why would we come here? Not that I don't want to say hello and all..." Ron explained then his mouth dropped open as he understood.
"Your getting a tattoo?" He looked at her. "Absolutely." They all walked in and found Ginny at the counter. "Lovely to see you Gin." Hermoine hugged her friend.
"Who's getting a tattoo?" She clasped her hands behind her head. "Well I am. I don't know if any of these guys want one." She looked at the group.
"Alright. Let's get you set up and if anyone else wants one speak up." Ginny pressed. "I want one." Malfoy spoke up. "Me as well." Luna chimed in. "Count me in." Harry stepped forward. "I suppose." Snape shrugged. "Well I guess I have a bit of an obligation to now." Ron chuckled.
Hermoine had volunteered to go first. She knew exactly what she wanted. The rest of the group besides Malfoy were skimming through binders with suggestions.
"What made you want to do this Granger?" Malfoy asked. "I've always wanted one. And tonight just seemed a bit rebellious so here we are." She explained. "Alright Mione. Your sure about this right? There's no going back." Ginny reminded her. "Positive." Hermoine affirmed.
4 hours later...
They are all walking down the street back to the hotel. Nobody was riding on anyone's back because some people had gotten tattooed on them. "I have a question for all of you." Hermoine stated as they were almost at the hotel.
"Yes?" A few of them asked. "Why did you guys all get a tattoo?" She questioned. "Well I got mine because I wanted to cover up something of the past." Malfoy admitted first. She knew he was talking about the Dark mark.
"I wanted to dedicate mine to all the people who we lost in the war." Ron explained. "Mine is meant to remind me of the life I've lived." Snape chimed in.
"I got mine to remember that escape is always an option." Luna smiled. "I got mine for my parents." Harry whispered. "What about you Mione?" Harry added.
"I got mine to remember my past. It might of been horrible but it shaped me." She admitted. "How about we go do something tomorrow before the next party?" Hermoine suggested.
"Sounds great." Ron agreed and the rest nodded in agreement. "So I'll see you all tomorrow." She said as they were in the elevator. "See ya." Luna parted and they all went back to their rooms.
"This was unexpected." Malfoy chuckled as they got through the door. "It was indeed." She replied. "I am exhausted it's already two thirty." He yawned. "Alright. I'm just gonna change then I'll come to bed." She promised.
She walked into the bedroom a grabbed pajamas. She carefully took off her sweater and set it on the counter. She peeled the plastic wrap on her wrist and finger off. She looked at her inner wrist. Breathe. It read. It had a little square next to it.
She was proud of it. She looked at the side of her finger. Remember. It spelled. She had chosen both as a symbol of her past. She suddenly realized how extremely hot it was.
She changed into a black racer back sports bra and black joggers. She threw her hair up into a bun. It's scorching in here! She thought. She looked into the mirror to see she was a bit flushed. She felt like she was on fire.
She slipped on the navy high tops that were on the floor and made her way out of the room. She walked down the hall thankfully not running into anyone. She knocked on the door to the room she had been thinking of.
"It is three in the morning what could you possibly..." he hissed. Hermoine looked up at her professor. He was dressed in a white T-shirt and black pants. She would of put on a shirt herself but she was just so hot!
She saw his new tattoo on his arm. It was three little triangles that overlapped each other. "I wouldn't of come if I knew where to go." She admitted.
"What do you need?" He asked more gently. "I'm burning! I feel like I'm in a bloody oven!" She ignored the fact that she was wearing a sports bra in front of her professor. He stepped forward and rested him palm in her forehead.
"You certainly have a fever." He observed as he took away his cool hand. "Anything else hurt?" He asked as he stepped aside allowing her entrance. She walked past him getting a brief scent of wood and parchment.
She sat on the couch. "I am terribly sorry that I woke you. I always end up here in the middle of the night and you just take care of me. Sorry for doing it again." She whispered.
"I do. And I asked you a question." He knelt in front of her. "Sorry. What was it?" She apologized. "Does anything else hurt?" He repeated.
"I've got a splitting headache which makes sense considering the amount of alcohol we all consumed tonight. And my whole body just feels weak." She groaned.
"Alright. How about I get you something for your head and then we'll see." He suggested. She nodded her head. He disappeared into the bedroom and reappeared with a potion. She downed it and he sat beside her.
"Can I ask why you wanted to know about my father?" She whispered. "Of course. I wanted to know because it is extremely difficult having a father who hurts you. Please tell me if I'm stepping over the line, but do you have any scars?" He asked.
"Yes. Way more than I want. I tried to use a glamour but tonight I had to take it off for the tattoo." She turned her arm to reveal the ink.
She had gotten it in that certain spot because she had a little scar that was thin and pale. It was mostly covered by the tattoo. "I had broken a bowl." She chuckled sadly.
"I broke a damn bowl on accident and he just went ballistic. He had tried to do more damage but I thankfully got out the back door." She explained. "I'm sorry. Really. You didn't deserve any of that." He apologized.
"Don't be. I have had to many people feeling sorry for me. But my past is what makes me, me. I got these tattoos tonight because I wanted to remind myself that life isn't sunshine and rainbows." She stated.
"I completely agree. You said tattoos. As in you got more then one?" He questioned. "Yes. I got two." She lied. She had gotten three but one was to never be seen.
She spread her fingers to reveal the little one on the inside of her pinky. "Remember." He read aloud. "You said your stands for the lives you've lived. Did you mean as Voldemort's follower and Dumbledors spy?" She pressed a bit.
"Yes. But there is three of you noticed." He turned his forearm over to reveal pale skin with the tattoo. "So there was one more." She observed. "The last one was the life I lived when my parents were alive. The one behind closed doors." He whispered.
To be continued... sorry I'm taking long with this specific story as well as others! I'm working on different things and I hope I'll be able to get more done. Homework is a big struggle lately that is getting in the way of my writing. Sorry for the cliffhanger.