Same stuff applies as far as Disclaimers and such stuff!
That Time of the Month
Chapter Two: Scared Shitless
"Hey Harry," Neville started, "Did Professor Lupin tell you that he wasn't going to be here today?"
" Er…no, he didn't, but its probably nothing."
At that moment, the girls started pouring into the Great Hall. Harry saw Ron gulp, and winced as his stomach started turning back flips.
"My you're looking lovely this morning Hermione," Ron said with an audible fear in his voice.
"Piss off, I'm not in the mood for you to throw me false compliments. I know that I look like absolute shit, but you don't need to rub it in my face." was the reply.
"You know," Parvati snapped, " the next time that you try to fake something like that you should at least get that pained look off of your face."
The Gryffindor boys stared on with wide-eyed terror. They began to inch away from the flock of hormonal girls.
"You know," Hermione said. Ron shrunk back in preparation for the impending furious diatribe.
"I think that the full moon is tomorrow night." she finished.
"Uh, and?" Ron said delicately. Harry settled for the trademark politely puzzled look.
" Are you telling me that you guys are so thick-headed that you didn't notice that our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is absent?"
"Yes," Harry agreed. He had told himself that he would go along with his friend's rants and keep a smile on his face.
Neville got to his feet, looked Hermione in the face, and said in an unwavering voice," I think that we should leave for potions. I don't think that any of us want to lose points from Snape."
Harry realized that Neville really did belong in Gryffindor. He couldn't think of anyone else that would have dared to put a stopper on Hermione Granger.
"You know Neville, that isn't a bad idea," Harry agreed quickly.
With that, the five sixth-year Gryffindor boys got up, and left for the dungeons. As they neared the Potions classroom, the boys could make out the sound of pacing and muttered curse words.
"Damn, he is in a foul mood today," sighed Seamus
"When isn't he in a foul mood?" asked Dean
"I s'pose that living with Fleur at this time of the month can't be a picnic. She is half veela after all." Harry mused.
It was true; Snape had gotten married to Fleur Delacour the summer after their fifth year. What she saw in that greasy old git was beyond them. He was foul, grouchy, and Harry had often wondered if he had discovered the wonder that is a shower. Fleur was perfect. She had beautiful hair, eyes, and skin. What Harry didn't know was what Fleur was really like. She had seemed pleasant enough (when not complaining about Hogwarts). Ah well, he thought, who was he to judge a relationship if he couldn't stay in one for more than a few weeks.
As they turned into the classroom, he saw a fiery birdlike creature glaring daggers at Snape.
"Fleur honey, I didn't mean it, honest." Snape pleaded.
The glare intensified.
"That poor man." Ron murmured.
Harry couldn't have said it better himself.
A/N: It's rather short. If I can get five more reviews, good or bad, I'll post more.
QotTF - tortured enough or do my boys need a little more punishment (teehee)
Thanks to all you other reviewers!!