Hermione's World ~ Chapter 2
By Miz Arsenal
After a few hours Harry had returned with all sorts of goodies for Ron and Hermione.
The minute Ron saw him, he leapt at him. Hermione gave Harry a nonchalant look and pretended to be extremely interested in the book she was reading.
Harry gave Ron a queer look and then decided he would go on to bed. There was Quidditch practice tomorrow and the captain needed his rest.
"Are you jealous that Parvati and Harry were out till nine o' clock?" Ron teased.
"Of course not!" Hermione snapped angrily.
"Well, it sure seems like it," Ron said slowly, pausing at each word.
"You don't know what you're talking about," Hermione said uneasily.
"I don't, don't I?" Ron asked.
"Quite right. You aren't in your right mind, that's certain," Hermione replied.
"Very well then. I suppose Miss Head Girl, Teacher's Pet is right about everything these days. I suppose that you don't like Harry the way I thought you did for it's clear that you like me," Ron said.
Before a shocked Hermione could get in another word otherwise, Ron left the common room and went up to bed.
A dumbfounded Hermione closed her book and stared out into space.
~*~
The next day everyone at Hogwarts knew that Parvati Patil and Harry Potter were going out. Parvati was waltzing around the corridors shouting it out to anyone who would listen.
The regular 'Harry-Potter-Fan-Club' was swarming around Parvati, asking her for her autograph. When she was seen with Harry, cameras flashed as though he was some incredible celebrity.
It was hard enough for Hermione that Parvati and Harry were going out, but to have to listen to everyone mention it every two seconds was just simply too much to bare. Ron was the only one who realized this, but he said nothing.
Hermione was having trouble concentrating in all of her classes. Professor McGonagall gave her a very disappointed look when she failed to turn her feather into a mouse during Transfiguration.
"Are you feeling alright?" Professor McGonagall asked her.
"I'm not sure..." Hermione trailed off as she slowly left for Potions.
"Finnigan..."
"Here," piped up Seamus Finnigan.
"Granger..."
No answer.
"Granger..."
Still no answer.
"Granger! Are you in this classroom or aren't you? I see your body, but I suppose your mind is still in Transfiguration!" Snape bellowed angrily.
Hermione jumped up.
"I'm extremely sorry Professor. I suppose you're right. My mind had drifted off just a tad. It won't happen again," Hermione replied in a terrified tone.
"Be as it may, your carelessness has cost Gryffindor ten points," Snape muttered before he called the rest of the role.
Ron stuck his tongue out at Professor Snape. It was a very bad move.
"I saw that Weasley! That's ten more points from Gryffindor! I'm not surprised. You're always ready to start trouble!" Snape spat at the horrified group of Gryffindor seventh years.
As soon as Professor Snape decided that he was through bickering at Gryffindor for the day, he brought out his cauldron and they fell into their groups for Potions.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were in a group together. They divided up jobs and Hermione ran off to get the ingredients.
When Hermione returned she saw that Parvati had joined their little circle. This was not fair! It was always Harry, Hermione, and Ron! They were like the perfect trio. They were like the Three Musketeers. Hermione was furious, but she was determined not to let her anger get the best of her.
With a wry smile towards Parvati, she set down the ingredients.
Parvati gave her a cocky smile in return.
"Thanks so much for letting me join your group guys. Lavender wasn't feeling too well today and I had no one to be in a group with. You're too sweet!" Parvati exclaimed.
Hermione rolled her eyes. How could Harry not see through the fakeness of it all?
She shrugged. Guys would always be guys. Hermione didn't care though. She had better things to worry about, besides Harry and his girlfriends.
They mixed up all the ingredients and created a Forgetfulness Potion. Then Professor Snape picked one person to test it on. Of course that unlucky creature had to be... Neville Longbottom.
"Drink it up," Snape muttered in his oiliest voice to a trembling Neville.
Neville gulped down a few drops of the Potion and all of the sudden his mind went blanker than usual.
The entire Slytherin side of the classroom collapsed into laughter.
"Class dismissed," Snape muttered with a wicked grin on his face.
Everyone stood up in a hurry and left the classroom. Neville slowly got up and Hermione went over to him.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, quite alright. I just do not remember what class it is that I go to next..." Neville trailed off in a dazed tone.
"There is no class next. We have lunch," Hermione said slowly and understandingly.
"Oh, of course. How could I have forgotten?" Neville asked absentmindedly and walked off.
Hermione shook her head with disbelief at Professor Snape. She was furious with him. Professor Snape had absolutely no right to use Potions on students by means of torture. Hermione Granger was not going to just sit around and let him keep doing that too!
She tossed her head haughtily and walked straight to Professor McGonagall's office.
By Miz Arsenal
After a few hours Harry had returned with all sorts of goodies for Ron and Hermione.
The minute Ron saw him, he leapt at him. Hermione gave Harry a nonchalant look and pretended to be extremely interested in the book she was reading.
Harry gave Ron a queer look and then decided he would go on to bed. There was Quidditch practice tomorrow and the captain needed his rest.
"Are you jealous that Parvati and Harry were out till nine o' clock?" Ron teased.
"Of course not!" Hermione snapped angrily.
"Well, it sure seems like it," Ron said slowly, pausing at each word.
"You don't know what you're talking about," Hermione said uneasily.
"I don't, don't I?" Ron asked.
"Quite right. You aren't in your right mind, that's certain," Hermione replied.
"Very well then. I suppose Miss Head Girl, Teacher's Pet is right about everything these days. I suppose that you don't like Harry the way I thought you did for it's clear that you like me," Ron said.
Before a shocked Hermione could get in another word otherwise, Ron left the common room and went up to bed.
A dumbfounded Hermione closed her book and stared out into space.
~*~
The next day everyone at Hogwarts knew that Parvati Patil and Harry Potter were going out. Parvati was waltzing around the corridors shouting it out to anyone who would listen.
The regular 'Harry-Potter-Fan-Club' was swarming around Parvati, asking her for her autograph. When she was seen with Harry, cameras flashed as though he was some incredible celebrity.
It was hard enough for Hermione that Parvati and Harry were going out, but to have to listen to everyone mention it every two seconds was just simply too much to bare. Ron was the only one who realized this, but he said nothing.
Hermione was having trouble concentrating in all of her classes. Professor McGonagall gave her a very disappointed look when she failed to turn her feather into a mouse during Transfiguration.
"Are you feeling alright?" Professor McGonagall asked her.
"I'm not sure..." Hermione trailed off as she slowly left for Potions.
"Finnigan..."
"Here," piped up Seamus Finnigan.
"Granger..."
No answer.
"Granger..."
Still no answer.
"Granger! Are you in this classroom or aren't you? I see your body, but I suppose your mind is still in Transfiguration!" Snape bellowed angrily.
Hermione jumped up.
"I'm extremely sorry Professor. I suppose you're right. My mind had drifted off just a tad. It won't happen again," Hermione replied in a terrified tone.
"Be as it may, your carelessness has cost Gryffindor ten points," Snape muttered before he called the rest of the role.
Ron stuck his tongue out at Professor Snape. It was a very bad move.
"I saw that Weasley! That's ten more points from Gryffindor! I'm not surprised. You're always ready to start trouble!" Snape spat at the horrified group of Gryffindor seventh years.
As soon as Professor Snape decided that he was through bickering at Gryffindor for the day, he brought out his cauldron and they fell into their groups for Potions.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were in a group together. They divided up jobs and Hermione ran off to get the ingredients.
When Hermione returned she saw that Parvati had joined their little circle. This was not fair! It was always Harry, Hermione, and Ron! They were like the perfect trio. They were like the Three Musketeers. Hermione was furious, but she was determined not to let her anger get the best of her.
With a wry smile towards Parvati, she set down the ingredients.
Parvati gave her a cocky smile in return.
"Thanks so much for letting me join your group guys. Lavender wasn't feeling too well today and I had no one to be in a group with. You're too sweet!" Parvati exclaimed.
Hermione rolled her eyes. How could Harry not see through the fakeness of it all?
She shrugged. Guys would always be guys. Hermione didn't care though. She had better things to worry about, besides Harry and his girlfriends.
They mixed up all the ingredients and created a Forgetfulness Potion. Then Professor Snape picked one person to test it on. Of course that unlucky creature had to be... Neville Longbottom.
"Drink it up," Snape muttered in his oiliest voice to a trembling Neville.
Neville gulped down a few drops of the Potion and all of the sudden his mind went blanker than usual.
The entire Slytherin side of the classroom collapsed into laughter.
"Class dismissed," Snape muttered with a wicked grin on his face.
Everyone stood up in a hurry and left the classroom. Neville slowly got up and Hermione went over to him.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, quite alright. I just do not remember what class it is that I go to next..." Neville trailed off in a dazed tone.
"There is no class next. We have lunch," Hermione said slowly and understandingly.
"Oh, of course. How could I have forgotten?" Neville asked absentmindedly and walked off.
Hermione shook her head with disbelief at Professor Snape. She was furious with him. Professor Snape had absolutely no right to use Potions on students by means of torture. Hermione Granger was not going to just sit around and let him keep doing that too!
She tossed her head haughtily and walked straight to Professor McGonagall's office.