Hermione's World ~ Chapter 3
By Miz Arsenal
Hermione knocked on the door of Professor McGonagall's office three times and waited for her to come to the door.
Professor McGonagall arrived at the door quickly and allowed Hermione to enter.
"What can I do for you?" she asked Hermione in a worn out voice.
For a few minutes Hermione was startled. The strict professor always sounded so sharp, ready to go, and on top of things. Yet recently, as Hermione noticed, Professor McGonagall seemed weak and weary.
"Well, you see Professor, I was wondering if there could possibly be a rule that forbids Professor Snape to torture students with the Potions," Hermione said timidly.
"Not that I know of Ms. Granger. I can look into it for you if you'd like though," McGonagall replied sharply.
"Er, I'm sorry I wasted your time on such a petty matter," Hermione mumbled.
"As am I," McGonagall coldly replied as she shut the door on Hermione's face.
Hermione was completely shocked. This was McGonagall! Hermione's favorite teacher! And she just received a very rude remark from her. What was going on?
Hermione was shifted down a level on the scale of happiness. She saw Ron walking around the corridor and fell into his arms.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked.
"Oh, nothing. Well, something... Professor McGonagall seems so weird," Hermione mumbled unhappily.
"Were you talking to her again?" Ron joked. "I always told you. One of these days someone would realize how weird it is to talk to teachers. I guess they beat you to it."
Hermione pushed away.
"That wasn't very funny Ron. I'm not in a very good mood," Hermione snapped.
"Sorry. I was only trying to cheer you up," Ron replied.
"Well, it didn't work very well," Hermione muttered. She walked a few paces and then slowed down. "I'm sorry Ron. I shouldn't be mean to you. I'm just frustrated with Professor Snape. And with McGonagall. Well, there's nothing we can do about that..."
"I'd do anything I could do make you feel better," Ron said.
"Ron, you're a great friend, but..."
"You could learn to like me," Ron said.
"No, I couldn't. I don't have any use for love in my life," Hermione replied softly.
"Okay then. Let's go to lunch," Ron suggested.
"Alright. And let us never speak of this again," Hermione decided.
~*~
"Harry! Harry, come sit with us!" Parvati squealed at the Great Hall.
It seemed as though Miss Lavender Brown was better. She was sitting next to Parvati and chatting about - what was this? A dance at Hogwarts!
"Don't you think that's simply spectacular Harrykins? There's going to be a dance at little old Hogwarts! Well, don't just sit there! Show some emotion!" Parvati exclaimed.
"I'm thrilled," Harry mumbled with a weak smile.
Of course I'm thrilled. I'm sitting next to the prettiest girl at Hogwarts. I should have nothing to be depressed about.
Yet he was. He was sick and tired of Parvati Patil and her snotty little crew.
"Oh yes. About that dance..." Harry said hesitantly.
"Yes, Harry darling?" Parvati asked sweetly.
"Well, I think we need to talk after Lunch," Harry decided.
"Whatever for?" Parvati inquired.
"Well, we just need to talk about stuff... If you know what I mean," Harry said slowly.
"Well, alright then. I'm already done eating. A salad a day for lunch really does that trick, you know. Can't get fat, can't get thin. You're perfect! Just like me!" Parvati exclaimed with twinkling eyes.
"Yes, perfect... You..." Harry dozed off.
Parvati got up and walked out of the Great Hall with Harry.
"Now," she said. "What is it that you wanted to say?"
"Well, I was thinking that maybe we should take a break. You know, stop going out for a few days..." Harry trailed off.
"Harry! Are you crazy? Hold on, let me feel your head. Well... you're not burning up, but something must be the matter!" Parvati shrieked.
"No, I just don't want to be in a relationship right now. Is that okay with you?" Harry asked.
"Well, I suppose it will have to do, now won't it? I was thinking of breaking up with you too, so lets just say we broke up with each other. Yikes! Instead of you dumping me! Oh, that would look extremely horrible for my reputation!" Parvati insisted.
"Okay, we broke up with each other. I didn't dump you. Alright, can I go now?" Harry mumbled.
"Of course Harry darling. And remember, I'm always available for you," Parvati said as she walked away.
Harry rolled his eyes, like Hermione often did, and wanted to find Ron immediately.
~*~
"Hey Hermione," Lavender Brown said in the seventh year girl's dormitories of the Gryffindor Tower.
"Er, hi Lavender," Hermione replied cautiously.
Lavender and Parvati rarely spoke to Hermione. Of course, the only times they did was when they were trying to impress Harry by showing that they were nice, sweet individuals.
This time Lavender was using a rather cool and rude voice. She sat down on Hermione's frilly pink bed and looked at Hermione in a queer fashion.
"Well, I suppose you've heard," Lavender said, nastier still.
"Heard what?" Hermione asked, half annoyed, wishing she would get to the point.
"About Harry and Parvati of course," Lavender muttered.
"Actually, I don't have time for idle gossip. What's new?" Hermione asked.
"They broke up. He's all yours now," Lavender snapped.
A sudden rush of excitement flew through Hermione's body. What was that all about?
"What?!"
By Miz Arsenal
Hermione knocked on the door of Professor McGonagall's office three times and waited for her to come to the door.
Professor McGonagall arrived at the door quickly and allowed Hermione to enter.
"What can I do for you?" she asked Hermione in a worn out voice.
For a few minutes Hermione was startled. The strict professor always sounded so sharp, ready to go, and on top of things. Yet recently, as Hermione noticed, Professor McGonagall seemed weak and weary.
"Well, you see Professor, I was wondering if there could possibly be a rule that forbids Professor Snape to torture students with the Potions," Hermione said timidly.
"Not that I know of Ms. Granger. I can look into it for you if you'd like though," McGonagall replied sharply.
"Er, I'm sorry I wasted your time on such a petty matter," Hermione mumbled.
"As am I," McGonagall coldly replied as she shut the door on Hermione's face.
Hermione was completely shocked. This was McGonagall! Hermione's favorite teacher! And she just received a very rude remark from her. What was going on?
Hermione was shifted down a level on the scale of happiness. She saw Ron walking around the corridor and fell into his arms.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked.
"Oh, nothing. Well, something... Professor McGonagall seems so weird," Hermione mumbled unhappily.
"Were you talking to her again?" Ron joked. "I always told you. One of these days someone would realize how weird it is to talk to teachers. I guess they beat you to it."
Hermione pushed away.
"That wasn't very funny Ron. I'm not in a very good mood," Hermione snapped.
"Sorry. I was only trying to cheer you up," Ron replied.
"Well, it didn't work very well," Hermione muttered. She walked a few paces and then slowed down. "I'm sorry Ron. I shouldn't be mean to you. I'm just frustrated with Professor Snape. And with McGonagall. Well, there's nothing we can do about that..."
"I'd do anything I could do make you feel better," Ron said.
"Ron, you're a great friend, but..."
"You could learn to like me," Ron said.
"No, I couldn't. I don't have any use for love in my life," Hermione replied softly.
"Okay then. Let's go to lunch," Ron suggested.
"Alright. And let us never speak of this again," Hermione decided.
~*~
"Harry! Harry, come sit with us!" Parvati squealed at the Great Hall.
It seemed as though Miss Lavender Brown was better. She was sitting next to Parvati and chatting about - what was this? A dance at Hogwarts!
"Don't you think that's simply spectacular Harrykins? There's going to be a dance at little old Hogwarts! Well, don't just sit there! Show some emotion!" Parvati exclaimed.
"I'm thrilled," Harry mumbled with a weak smile.
Of course I'm thrilled. I'm sitting next to the prettiest girl at Hogwarts. I should have nothing to be depressed about.
Yet he was. He was sick and tired of Parvati Patil and her snotty little crew.
"Oh yes. About that dance..." Harry said hesitantly.
"Yes, Harry darling?" Parvati asked sweetly.
"Well, I think we need to talk after Lunch," Harry decided.
"Whatever for?" Parvati inquired.
"Well, we just need to talk about stuff... If you know what I mean," Harry said slowly.
"Well, alright then. I'm already done eating. A salad a day for lunch really does that trick, you know. Can't get fat, can't get thin. You're perfect! Just like me!" Parvati exclaimed with twinkling eyes.
"Yes, perfect... You..." Harry dozed off.
Parvati got up and walked out of the Great Hall with Harry.
"Now," she said. "What is it that you wanted to say?"
"Well, I was thinking that maybe we should take a break. You know, stop going out for a few days..." Harry trailed off.
"Harry! Are you crazy? Hold on, let me feel your head. Well... you're not burning up, but something must be the matter!" Parvati shrieked.
"No, I just don't want to be in a relationship right now. Is that okay with you?" Harry asked.
"Well, I suppose it will have to do, now won't it? I was thinking of breaking up with you too, so lets just say we broke up with each other. Yikes! Instead of you dumping me! Oh, that would look extremely horrible for my reputation!" Parvati insisted.
"Okay, we broke up with each other. I didn't dump you. Alright, can I go now?" Harry mumbled.
"Of course Harry darling. And remember, I'm always available for you," Parvati said as she walked away.
Harry rolled his eyes, like Hermione often did, and wanted to find Ron immediately.
~*~
"Hey Hermione," Lavender Brown said in the seventh year girl's dormitories of the Gryffindor Tower.
"Er, hi Lavender," Hermione replied cautiously.
Lavender and Parvati rarely spoke to Hermione. Of course, the only times they did was when they were trying to impress Harry by showing that they were nice, sweet individuals.
This time Lavender was using a rather cool and rude voice. She sat down on Hermione's frilly pink bed and looked at Hermione in a queer fashion.
"Well, I suppose you've heard," Lavender said, nastier still.
"Heard what?" Hermione asked, half annoyed, wishing she would get to the point.
"About Harry and Parvati of course," Lavender muttered.
"Actually, I don't have time for idle gossip. What's new?" Hermione asked.
"They broke up. He's all yours now," Lavender snapped.
A sudden rush of excitement flew through Hermione's body. What was that all about?
"What?!"