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]

47. Chapter 47

A thought comes to my mind. "Anybody got a glove?"

Harry cocks his head. "What are you planning Hermione?"

"I'm making this shit official."

One of the twins transfigures a napkin into a glove. "Thank you."

Taking a deep breath I walk towards the Ravenclaw table, glove in hand.

"Here to praise how awesome I am Granger?"

"No," I say, "I'm here for retribution."

I slap him with the glove. I hear at least two people gasp.

"I challenge you to a duel."

Now there are more gasps going around the Hall.

Terry holds his cheek dramatically. "Is that so?"

"Miss Granger!"

"I accept!"

"Mister Boot!"

We both ignore the raging faculty.