Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the wonderful wizarding world and all credit must be given to Ms. JK Rowling, however, anything unrecognisable is of my own creation.
A/N: I've rewritten this chapter, because I wasn't happy with my first attempt, and it was pointed out that Hermione was a little out of character, which is want I was thinking as I wrote the chapter. So... it's mostly the same chapter, just with some changes. I hope it sound more realistic for Hermione's character this time. Also, quick answer to a question about Hermione's animagus form: I'm afraid I haven't planned for her to succeed with that until their 7th year, sorry, you're just going to have to wait. Love RoxannetheLaugh x.
Chapter 16: Recklessly Romantic Mutt
Violetta Notts has been flaunting herself at Sirius constantly since we arrived back at Hogwarts. Sirius has taken to just ignoring Violetta, but she still walks passed most mornings in the Great Hall, swaying her hips and twirling her hair: not knowing that James does a very amusing imitation of this particular strut of hers, because it gets a rise out of Sirius. This morning, however, Violetta's little attention-seeking strut was different, and as she walked passed Sirius, she ran her fingers through the back of his hair in a seductive manner. It's the first time I've actually felt jealous; and I don't know why I had a sudden relapse in self-control, but it seemed I'd had enough of Violetta Notts.
'Violetta!' Sirius glanced towards me with a dumbfounded expression, as I rose to my feet. Violetta turned to face me with a self-satisfied grin.
'Problem, Granger?' I wasn't in the mood for the Slytherin attitude.
'Sirius isn't interested... so stop parading yourself in front of him.' Violetta laughed.
'I wouldn't expect a mudblood to understand the courtship traditions of purebloods.' The next second, I'd raised my wand and cast a hex at Violetta. Violetta screamed. 'You filthy little mudblood!' I cast again.
'Yeah! I'm a mudblood, and proud of it!' Violetta blocked the second hex, and attempted to disarm me. I blocked Violetta's first attempt to disarm me, as Violetta spoke.
'Granger, you're so not worthy enough for someone with Sirius's reputation... he needs an attractive...' I interrupted Violetta, finishing her sentence.
'... arrogant little pureblood?!' I watched Violetta's face fall, although the next moment, she'd caught me off guard with a second disarming spell. Violetta looked pretty smug as my wand hit the ground.
'Not as tough as everyone thinks, are we, Granger?' I smirked; it isn't like I needed my wand to put Violetta in her place.
'Impedimenta.' I watched Violetta's feet being plucked from under her, as I cast the wandless spell. Violetta then scrambled to her feet, and seemed to give up; although, as I turned I found Professor McGonagall standing behind me. I was taken to McGonagall's office, and was now stood gazing at my feet. There was an uncomfortable silence, before McGonagall spoke.
'Miss. Granger... That was unacceptable behaviour for a Gryffindor student. 50 points will be taken from Gryffindor, and you will serve detention tomorrow evening.' I nodded. I shouldn't have let Violetta get to me.
I exited McGonagall's office to find Sirius leaning against a nearby wall: he was grinning.
'Didn't think my little Mynee had it in her.' Sirius pushed himself off the wall, wondering towards me. I wrapped my arms around Sirius's torso, and as he wrapped his own arms around me, I mumbled.
'I'm sorry. I got jealous.' Sirius chuckled.
'I could see that... I'm sorry I didn't step in, I was a little shocked.' I smirked. I could tell Sirius was shocked by the confrontation: throughout the whole fiasco he'd just sat there, looking dumbstruck. There was silence, until I felt Sirius's fingertips tracing circles on my neck. 'Is Mynee okay?' I nodded.
'Yes. I'm fine.' I pushed away from Sirius: he stared into my eyes for a second, before taking my hand.
'Want to skip class?' I laughed.
'No. I like class, remember?' Sirius pulled a face, don't think he'd have mind skipping class with me.
'As you wish.' Sirius took my hand, and we walked away from McGonagall's office. 'So... what did McGonagall say?' I glanced towards Sirius.
'I've got detention tomorrow evening.' Sirius didn't make a comment about the detention, so we continued walking without another word. I'd become the talk of the school by the end of our second class, so was beginning to regret not accepting Sirius's offer of skiving. I therefore laid low in class, and soon it was time for Transfigurations, which is this afternoon's final class. McGonagall was lecturing us on Human Transfigurations, and I was making notes about the dangers of prolonged periods of Human Transfiguration, when Sirius's voice interrupted my thoughts.
'Levicorpus!' I glanced around the classroom to find that Sirius was now on his feet, and Snape was suspended from his ankles after being hit by Sirius's jinx. I couldn't believe my eyes.
'Mr. Black!' McGonagall's voice was unyielding; though, there was an undertone of confusion. 'Please return Mr. Snape to his seat!' The next second, Sirius dropped Snape headfirst into his seat, whilst McGonagall issued him with a detention. Because of Sirius's moment of madness, McGonagall had made us read from our textbooks until the end of class. After class, James was first to question Sirius, as we walked back to Gryffindor tower.
'What was all that about, Pads?!' Sirius shrugged.
'Just thought old Snivellus hasn't had a good hexing recently.' James just looked confused, running his fingers through his hair.
'So, you thought standing up in the middle of Transfigurations and hexing him, in front of McGonagall, was a good idea?!' Sirius grinned.
'Yep.' Remus raised an eyebrow.
'This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that Hermione has detention tomorrow, would it?' I glanced towards Sirius as Remus suggested this: Sirius attempted to act innocent.
'Of course not.' He's lying: I could tell.
'You lair!' I hit Sirius, several times. He took my punches, before grabbing my wrists and kissing me.
'Couldn't let my Mynee go to detention all alone, could I?' I flushed red: he's such a recklessly romantic mutt sometimes.
