Filthy Mudblood: I have no good excuse for taking forever to write again,
all I can say is I'm sorry!!!
Disclaimer: All the characters, places, spells and such mentioned in this fanfiction are property of Filthy Mudblood.
NOT!!!!!! They are property of J.K. Rowling, not me... And you were stupid enough to believe me! HA!
THANKS TO: Ever, aka-whatever1213, fergiaj, Kylaya, Draco's Babe, BellethePhilosopher'sCookie, avri, and Ellie, for reviewing!
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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall ~ 3 ~ The Worst Care of Magical Creatures Class Ever
"Hey, mudblood! Hurry it up, will you? I don't have all day and I need to get into the bathroom!" Malfoy yelled, knocking furiously on the bathroom door.
She opened it enough for her head to be revealed and said, "What? Do you need in here?" in a mock surprised voice, as if she hadn't even noticed him there. When he glared at her, she smiled and shut the door in his face. She took her time getting ready, and ten minutes later she came out.
"Finally!"
"Oh, and sorry, but I've noticed your pimple cream is all gone," she shrugged, and left for breakfast.
"Hey, Harry! Hey, Ron!" she said, as she sat across the two, in the great hall.
"Hey," they both said, not looking up.
"What classes do we have today, again?" Ron asked, looking at Harry.
"Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration, then lunch break, and following that we have Potions, all double classes with Slytherins," Hermione said, without even taking a chance to think.
Both boys groaned. "Why does it always have to be double classes with Slytherins? Why can't it be with some other house? Like Ravenclaw? Or Hufflepuff?" Ron asked.
"Well tomorrow we have Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. And then Charms with- "
"Okay, okay! I get the point!" Ron interrupted.
Hermione scanned the Slytherin table, but saw no sign of Malfoy... 'Figures,' she thought. 'He'll probably be late for Care of Magical Creatures class... I hope so, too.' Just as she thought this, more than a hundred owls flew in, all carrying packages and envelopes. She watched all of them fly to their masters delivering things, and turned back to her plate to see an owl sitting on it, with the Daily Prophet tied to it's leg. She paid it, and untied the newspaper. She took a bite of toast and started reading it. There wasn't anything too interesting on the front page, so she figured it wouldn't get any better, but still she read.
"Anything good in there?" Harry asked.
"No... just the same old stuff. No wizards out of Azkaban..." as she said this, she glanced over to the Slytherin table and saw Malfoy take a seat. He then looked over to her, and she smiled, falsely at him, then turned back to her paper.
"Good thing, too, eh? If it weren't for you, Harry, Malfoy's dad would be free, and Malfoy would be happy... er, sort of," Ron said.
"What do you mean, 'if it weren't for me?' What did I do? All I did was believe a dumb trick Voldemort played with my head, and led my friends to danger. Not to mention..." he stopped talking.
"It's okay to talk about it, Harry," Hermione said, comfortingly.
"I know-" he looked up at her "-but it's too hard. Talking about it makes it seem real."
"Well, it... er... is real," Ron said.
Hermione glared at him. "It's not your fault, you know. How were you supposed to know that it was just a dream, and nothing more?"
"You warned me," he said, looking her in the face, again. "You told me it could be just a dream, and I didn't listen. It is my fault. It's my fault Sirius is dead. It's all my fault."
There wasn't much more talk during breakfast that morning. Everything was awkward. Hermione had been surprised by what Harry said. He hadn't mentioned one word of it since that night... in fact, since she and Ron weren't even in the same room, they had no idea what happened. All they had been told was that Sirius Black was no longer living. She and Ron both felt that it was best if they didn't say anything to Harry, and decided to wait until he said something about it, because they knew how much it must pain him. Over a year later, and he finally says something. But she didn't want to push it and question him anymore, so she left it be.
"Hello, class," Hagrid said. "Today we'll be studyin' Granfoy's... now if yeh'll jus' follow me out to tha back here..." he lead them around to the paddock, where a large, wooden crate stood. The crate was rocking back and forth slightly, and some of the students looked a bit worried. Hermione saw that even Malfoy looked scared, and she laughed, quietly.
"Now, all of yeh'll be gettin' partners, and then yeh'll each get a Granfoy and yeh'll get to find out yerself what they're capable of. I'll warn yeh, though, Granfoy's are particularly angry, and like ter fight with each other. So best keep them away at a safe distance, and yeh'll do just fine. Now, everyone get a partner, and line up here."
Harry was partnered with Ron, so naturally Hermione went to find Neville and they lined up behind the others.
"A Mudblood and a Squib, what a great pair," a voice snickered from behind.
Hermione spun around, so did Neville.
"I am not a Squib," he said.
"You could have fooled me," Malfoy said. "And Granger, you'll want to get rid of that toilet paper before somebody else notices." He said the last part loud enough, and a few people even turned their heads. Hermione looked down at her feet and quickly removed the toilet paper that had been trailing behind her, since who knows when. She just glared at Malfoy, while he laughed, his arm around Pansy.
When they got their Granfoy's, Neville said he wanted to keep control of theirs, but it escaped the paddock , and he was being of no use, so this left Hermione to run after it. She took off her cloak, and jumped the fence, hoping nobody was watching, because her skirt wasn't exactly that long. She ran after the Granfoy, as fast as she could, not being able to move very fast in her shoes that were too big for her. Her feet kept sliding around in them, so eventually she just kicked them off and ran after it. After running all across the lawn, she was sure everyone was watching, and she was finally within reach of it, when it ran the other direction, her hand just narrowly avoiding it. She tripped over her feet and fell down, and got up again, and immediately started running. After a while more of this chase, she finally caught it. "The little bugger," she said, holding it up by it's leg, and hurrying back to where the rest of the class stood. She was almost there when she tripped, fell, and lost the Granfoy. When she realized it was her own shoes, that she'd left lying about, and tripped over, she mentally cursed herself. She was in no condition to go running after it again, so she just went back towards the paddock.
As she had assumed, the whole class had watched the little fiasco, and weren't paying any attention to the Granfoy's that were making a mess and ripping up grass all over the place. As she passed Malfoy, he said, "Longbottom not being any help? Next time choose a better partner."
"Like who?"
"Well, I would say me-"
"I wouldn't!" she hissed, and went to go sit down under a tree while everyone else made their partners run after the Granfoys for them. Hermione watched in amusement as the Granfoy's fought with each other, pulling out each other's hair and pushing them down. She laughed.
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"Like I said before, you might want to choose your partner more carefully next time... and I thought a mudblood could sink no lower... ha!" Draco said, as Hermione was about to sit down.
Instead she stood, facing him completely, and shoved him out of his chair, and before he even realized what had happened, he was lying on his back on the floor. Hermione sat down, and a smug look came across her face. She looked down at him on the floor, and asked, "How did you get down there?" as she pretended to know nothing of what happened. He glared at her.
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Filthy Mudblood: Well... I had more ideas for this chapter, but my computer keeps freezing on me and I had to rewrite some of this so the ending isn't as good as it was 'cause I forgot what I wrote exactly, but... yeah... just wanted to get something up ASAP now that I've gotten around to working on any of my fanfictions. Review, please!
Disclaimer: All the characters, places, spells and such mentioned in this fanfiction are property of Filthy Mudblood.
NOT!!!!!! They are property of J.K. Rowling, not me... And you were stupid enough to believe me! HA!
THANKS TO: Ever, aka-whatever1213, fergiaj, Kylaya, Draco's Babe, BellethePhilosopher'sCookie, avri, and Ellie, for reviewing!
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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall ~ 3 ~ The Worst Care of Magical Creatures Class Ever
"Hey, mudblood! Hurry it up, will you? I don't have all day and I need to get into the bathroom!" Malfoy yelled, knocking furiously on the bathroom door.
She opened it enough for her head to be revealed and said, "What? Do you need in here?" in a mock surprised voice, as if she hadn't even noticed him there. When he glared at her, she smiled and shut the door in his face. She took her time getting ready, and ten minutes later she came out.
"Finally!"
"Oh, and sorry, but I've noticed your pimple cream is all gone," she shrugged, and left for breakfast.
"Hey, Harry! Hey, Ron!" she said, as she sat across the two, in the great hall.
"Hey," they both said, not looking up.
"What classes do we have today, again?" Ron asked, looking at Harry.
"Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration, then lunch break, and following that we have Potions, all double classes with Slytherins," Hermione said, without even taking a chance to think.
Both boys groaned. "Why does it always have to be double classes with Slytherins? Why can't it be with some other house? Like Ravenclaw? Or Hufflepuff?" Ron asked.
"Well tomorrow we have Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. And then Charms with- "
"Okay, okay! I get the point!" Ron interrupted.
Hermione scanned the Slytherin table, but saw no sign of Malfoy... 'Figures,' she thought. 'He'll probably be late for Care of Magical Creatures class... I hope so, too.' Just as she thought this, more than a hundred owls flew in, all carrying packages and envelopes. She watched all of them fly to their masters delivering things, and turned back to her plate to see an owl sitting on it, with the Daily Prophet tied to it's leg. She paid it, and untied the newspaper. She took a bite of toast and started reading it. There wasn't anything too interesting on the front page, so she figured it wouldn't get any better, but still she read.
"Anything good in there?" Harry asked.
"No... just the same old stuff. No wizards out of Azkaban..." as she said this, she glanced over to the Slytherin table and saw Malfoy take a seat. He then looked over to her, and she smiled, falsely at him, then turned back to her paper.
"Good thing, too, eh? If it weren't for you, Harry, Malfoy's dad would be free, and Malfoy would be happy... er, sort of," Ron said.
"What do you mean, 'if it weren't for me?' What did I do? All I did was believe a dumb trick Voldemort played with my head, and led my friends to danger. Not to mention..." he stopped talking.
"It's okay to talk about it, Harry," Hermione said, comfortingly.
"I know-" he looked up at her "-but it's too hard. Talking about it makes it seem real."
"Well, it... er... is real," Ron said.
Hermione glared at him. "It's not your fault, you know. How were you supposed to know that it was just a dream, and nothing more?"
"You warned me," he said, looking her in the face, again. "You told me it could be just a dream, and I didn't listen. It is my fault. It's my fault Sirius is dead. It's all my fault."
There wasn't much more talk during breakfast that morning. Everything was awkward. Hermione had been surprised by what Harry said. He hadn't mentioned one word of it since that night... in fact, since she and Ron weren't even in the same room, they had no idea what happened. All they had been told was that Sirius Black was no longer living. She and Ron both felt that it was best if they didn't say anything to Harry, and decided to wait until he said something about it, because they knew how much it must pain him. Over a year later, and he finally says something. But she didn't want to push it and question him anymore, so she left it be.
"Hello, class," Hagrid said. "Today we'll be studyin' Granfoy's... now if yeh'll jus' follow me out to tha back here..." he lead them around to the paddock, where a large, wooden crate stood. The crate was rocking back and forth slightly, and some of the students looked a bit worried. Hermione saw that even Malfoy looked scared, and she laughed, quietly.
"Now, all of yeh'll be gettin' partners, and then yeh'll each get a Granfoy and yeh'll get to find out yerself what they're capable of. I'll warn yeh, though, Granfoy's are particularly angry, and like ter fight with each other. So best keep them away at a safe distance, and yeh'll do just fine. Now, everyone get a partner, and line up here."
Harry was partnered with Ron, so naturally Hermione went to find Neville and they lined up behind the others.
"A Mudblood and a Squib, what a great pair," a voice snickered from behind.
Hermione spun around, so did Neville.
"I am not a Squib," he said.
"You could have fooled me," Malfoy said. "And Granger, you'll want to get rid of that toilet paper before somebody else notices." He said the last part loud enough, and a few people even turned their heads. Hermione looked down at her feet and quickly removed the toilet paper that had been trailing behind her, since who knows when. She just glared at Malfoy, while he laughed, his arm around Pansy.
When they got their Granfoy's, Neville said he wanted to keep control of theirs, but it escaped the paddock , and he was being of no use, so this left Hermione to run after it. She took off her cloak, and jumped the fence, hoping nobody was watching, because her skirt wasn't exactly that long. She ran after the Granfoy, as fast as she could, not being able to move very fast in her shoes that were too big for her. Her feet kept sliding around in them, so eventually she just kicked them off and ran after it. After running all across the lawn, she was sure everyone was watching, and she was finally within reach of it, when it ran the other direction, her hand just narrowly avoiding it. She tripped over her feet and fell down, and got up again, and immediately started running. After a while more of this chase, she finally caught it. "The little bugger," she said, holding it up by it's leg, and hurrying back to where the rest of the class stood. She was almost there when she tripped, fell, and lost the Granfoy. When she realized it was her own shoes, that she'd left lying about, and tripped over, she mentally cursed herself. She was in no condition to go running after it again, so she just went back towards the paddock.
As she had assumed, the whole class had watched the little fiasco, and weren't paying any attention to the Granfoy's that were making a mess and ripping up grass all over the place. As she passed Malfoy, he said, "Longbottom not being any help? Next time choose a better partner."
"Like who?"
"Well, I would say me-"
"I wouldn't!" she hissed, and went to go sit down under a tree while everyone else made their partners run after the Granfoys for them. Hermione watched in amusement as the Granfoy's fought with each other, pulling out each other's hair and pushing them down. She laughed.
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"Like I said before, you might want to choose your partner more carefully next time... and I thought a mudblood could sink no lower... ha!" Draco said, as Hermione was about to sit down.
Instead she stood, facing him completely, and shoved him out of his chair, and before he even realized what had happened, he was lying on his back on the floor. Hermione sat down, and a smug look came across her face. She looked down at him on the floor, and asked, "How did you get down there?" as she pretended to know nothing of what happened. He glared at her.
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Filthy Mudblood: Well... I had more ideas for this chapter, but my computer keeps freezing on me and I had to rewrite some of this so the ending isn't as good as it was 'cause I forgot what I wrote exactly, but... yeah... just wanted to get something up ASAP now that I've gotten around to working on any of my fanfictions. Review, please!