Yeah, I don't own the characters, but the plot is mine! Cackles evilly drat, I am no good at the evil cackle…
Chapter Summary: A bit more torture, some begging and pleading, and a very frightened group of males.
That Time of the MonthChapter Three: Have Mercy
As the rest of the potions class assembled outside of the door, a much-hassled Professor Snape was still trying to calm his new wife. Harry thought back, and realized that the two had only been married a few weeks, and that his professor probably had never seen Fleur like this before. Two minutes later Fleur stormed off into Snape's office and living quarters.
"Veela," he muttered under his breath.
"I heard that," shrieked a female voice from beyond his office door. Loud sobbing immediately followed.
"Shit," mumbled Snape. " Class dismissed."
As they turned to go, Ron with a dazed smile on his lips, they could hear Snape coaxing Fleur to stop crying, and come out of his office.
"Can you believe how awfully Snape was treating Fleur? They've only been married three weeks, and he is already treating her like shit." Hermione fumed.
"Yeah, that dirty bastard," Ron and Harry quickly agreed.
"Watch your mouth. Goddamnit" Hermione snapped.
"Watch my mouth?" Ron regretted saying it even before he finished.
" Are you arguing with me Weasley?"
" Uh, no."
" I thought not, or the heel of this shoe will be jammed so far up your ass that you won't be able to move for years." she shouted, pointing down at her 4" heeled shoes.
Harry snickered at the look on Ron's face as he squirmed uncomfortably.
Hermione rounded on him. " And just for you, I'll dig out those 6" stilettos."
Harry gulped.
"Anyway, I have some books to read over for my Arithmancy class. Have a nice free hour." She waved cheerily as she set off for the library.
" Damn those infernal mood swings."
" You know, girls are really scary. D'you think that maybe they're bipolar?"
"Bi-what?"
"Bipolar, it's a muggle sickness. People who are manic-depressive." Harry explained.
"Oh like really hyper and then really depressed?"
"Yeah."
"No, I don't think so. With girls its just really nice and sweet and then really bitchy."
"Yeah, so not bipolar, but they definitely have issues."
Harry and Ron had seated themselves in the Gryffindor common room. Harry had a chair facing the portrait hole, and Ron was sitting opposite.
"Hermione is actually pretty scary, especially with raging hormones. You know, I don't really know why I decided to go out with her, I mean, she's always trying to get us to study. It isn't as though we are failing miserably. She gets so mood…"Ron paused as he saw the look of sheer terror on his friends face. " My beautiful, kind, and forgiving girlfriend is standing right behind me, isn't she?" Harry nodded.
"'Mione my love." Ron exclaimed as he jumped up and turned around. As he spun around, he was hit full in the face with a copy of Hogwarts, A History. Ron flailed, and ended up sprawled across the couch that Harry occupied.
"Ouch." Harry yelped as Ron was sent flying into him.
Ron's nose was bleeding profusely and a black eye was blooming. Ron began wiping at his bleeding nose.
"Hermione, I'm really sorry, and I didn't mean those things, but did you really have to haul off and throw this 10 pound book at my face?"
Hermione seemed to have calmed down a bit. " I'm sorry for over hearing your conversation, but I'm not sorry for smashing that thick skull of yours in."
She stormed out into the hallway.
Draco was slowly strolling down the corridor on the third floor outside of the Gryffindor common room.
"Watch it Mudblood." he seethed as she smashed into him on her way to the library.
She glared at him out of tear-stained eyes. His smirk slightly faltered.
" What's the matter Granger? Muggle-loving boyfriend du.." He stopped at Hermione's fist met forcefully with his jaw, sending him to the floor.
"Bitch" he spat. She stomped on his stomach with her heel and then placed a well-aimed blow to Draco's 'lower area', and continued down the stairs. She giggled as he writhed on the floor clutching himself.
Fifteen minutes later, Draco found a group of sixth year girls looking down at him.
"Aw' what happened to Ickle Drakie?" Padma Patil asked
"Did he get huwted?" Parvati giggled.
"The rampaging mudblood bitch stomped on me, and probably guaranteed that I won't be able to have children." he moaned.
"Poor boy." Lavender soothed sarcastically.
The girls had a quick conference and returned to Draco.
"Come with us." they said as they grabbed his arms.
Too weak to protest Draco was dragged into the Gryffindor common room. He was shoved into a chair and tied down with a rope charm. They took his wand and laid it on the table.
"What the hell are you doing?" Draco spat.
"We decided to have a little fun." the girls giggled.
"HELP!"