The Houses Competition; Hufflepuff!
Prompt: "Books have feelings too, you know."
Word count: 671 (I know it's too short, but I've run out of time. I'm a bad Hufflepuff)
Hermione stormed out of her office. She would not put up with this stupidity from him. No longer would she put up with his ignorance. His stupid, utterly ridiculous, out of control, ignorance.
She didn't even care that everybody moved out of her way quickly as she practically flew through the corridor towards the Auror's offices. They had sense.
The door opened quickly as she pushed it, a loud bang causing most of the Aurors to jump up; all alert.
"'Mione, what brings you here?" Ron asked, approaching her.
"Not now, Ron," she uttered dismissively to her husband.
Ron gladly stepped back, a smile on his face; he must have loved to not be the one in trouble.
"How dare you!" she spoke, her voice low and strict as she approached Harry, her eyes set on his.
Harry took a breath, though she could tell it wasn't to calm himself down, but work out what to do. "Let's talk in my office."
Even though she didn't care if they were overheard, she was still a professional and walked straight into his office. When he didn't instantly come in, suspicion seeped into her core - if he even thought about running off, she'd be having more than just words with him.
However, he had enough sense to stay and walked in. She gave him time to close the door and put up a sound barrier. "Is this about..."
"You know what this is about."
"Are you sure that you're not just hor-"
"Hormonal? You think being pregnant has anything to do with that stupid law you approved?"
Harry looked guilty at her bringing that up. "It's a good thing."
"No, Harry, it's not! Children are not warriors!"
"We needed to know how to fight-"
"We were in the middle of a war," Hermione interrupted. "How can you not see that forcing children to learn to fight, more than the standard DADA classes, is not right?" She made a warning sound when he opened his mouth to speak. She was talking right now. "They are not soldiers, they shouldn't have to do that much training, it's too much! Sure, make DADA classes more practical, run a boot camp that 17-year-olds can attend during summer... but force thirteen-year-olds to learn complex and violent curses and hexes? Make it a compulsory subject in school? No! That's too far!"
Harry sighed, adjusting his glasses. "You don't understand, 'Mione."
Hermione took a sharp breath. "I do. I understand exactly what is going on. I also understand the potential consequences of teaching children those things. Can you imagine what Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle could have done if they knew - and had to perfect - some of the hexes on your list? I'm not sure if I would be here today. Some of them are deadly-"
It was Harry's turn to interrupt her. "I didn't include unforgivable curses."
"Those aren't the only deadly ones. Seriously injuring somebody... like what you did to Malfoy in sixth year? That could be more of a reality when our children go to school." She placed a hand on her stomach. "If you make Hogwarts a dangerous place, my children will not be attending it."
Harry's mouth dropped open and became speechless.
Hermione turned on her heels and strode out of his office.
"Hey, 'Mione," Ron greeted with a smile. Throwing a book onto his desk.
Hermione watched with shock as it fell onto the floor. "Books have feelings too, you know!" she shouted. Once again, most of the occupants of the room turned their attention to her.
"'Mione. I-" Ron stuttered before quickly picking up the book and then approaching her. "Sorry."
She shook her head and took a deep breath. "No. It's fine. Just... books don't deserve to be thrown, okay?"
Ron nodded obediently, still looking shocked. "Love you..."
"Love you too. See you at home." Without another word to anybody, she walked straight out of the room and headed to get something to eat; she was starving!