Chronicles of The Muggleborn Mafia

by violetvolpe

Influence talked in this country. Influence was power and power came from money. - When Hermione decides to take matters into her own hands to fix Magical Great Britain, the first thing to come to mind wasn't creating a mafia but man if it didn't work just fine. [A 500 words or less series] [Cross-posted on Ao3]

45. Chapter 45

Dean and I kept signing death threats at Boots. He was smirking until Emma hit him with a flying broccoli.

"I thought you'd be happy to find someone as good as him." Harry pointed out.

"I don't mind losing, it's the way I lost that hurts. Twenty cards. That bastard sent twenty cards at me. I demand retribution!"

"Yeah remind me not to piss her off," Neville said.

Lavender shoved a chocolate bar at my face. "Don't worry Hermy you'll get the brainy bastard next time."

"Lavender I love you, you're a godsend. I take back every mean thing I've ever said about you."

She giggled.