Disclaimer as for chapter one. Continues pretty straightforwardly.
To Alls Well that Ends Well - no, I am not German, but I do know the story of Lorelei. This is an antipodean Lorelei though; I just transplanted her to the South Pacific and gave her Pacific ancestry.
Hermione Defends her Honour.
Over lunch, Ron upbraided Hermione for her carelessness in splashing Lorelei. Words like 'thoughtless' peppered his speech, and he seemed oblivious to Hermione's flushed cheeks and tightly clenched fists. Harry tried to intervene, but it was too late, Ron had gone too far.
"Ron, shut up." she snarled, infuriated beyond her endurance. "I do not want to hear anything more about Lorelei Van damn dork, do you understand me?" She ran precipitately from the room, leaving Ron staring indignantly at her retreating back. Harry, looking more anxious than ever, followed her out.
He eventually ran her to earth in her dormitory.
"No, I will not tell you what happened or didn't happen, nor what will happen." she sobbed into her hankerchief before Harry could say a single word. Shaken, but undeterred, Harry perched gingerly on the edge of her bed.
"I know it was an accident, Hermione." said Harry, in what he thought was a soothing voice. "I know you're not to blame." Hermione sobbed harder than ever, and Harry was debating the wisdom of giving her a hug in her overwrought state, when the door burst open.
"Harry, I have to meet..." started Hermione, but her words were drowned by shrieks from Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, outraged by Harry's presence in the girls' domitory. Hustled out the door by an indignant Lavender, he had no chance to say anything more to Hermione.
Back down in the Common Room he found Ron reading a book.
"Ron," said Harry seriously, "I think something bad will happen between Lorelei and Hermione."
"Well, I hope Hermione comes off the worst after all the snooty things she has said about Lorelei." Ron sniffed.
"Yes, but Lorelei is really nasty to Hermione too, Ron. You might not be able to see it, because she's not like that around you, but -"
"Fine, side with Hermione then." snapped Ron, turning away and picking up his book again. Harry was just about ready to shake his friend, but knew that wouldn't help. 'I'll just have to wait in the Common Room tonight, in case something happens.' he decided.
Harry's vigil was rewarded when he saw Hermione came down the stairs at five to twelve.
"Hermione," he whispered, "where are you going?" Hermione jumped and gave a little scream. When she saw it was Harry she looked thoroughly relieved. "Where are you going?" he prompted her again, and her relieved look vanished into one of determined anger.
"Lorelei has challenged me to a duel." she announced in a voice of dangerous calm. Looking at her resolute figure and the fire in her eyes, Harry was very glad that it would not be him facing Hermione's wand that night.
"Um, Hermione, are you sure that's wise?" he asked tentatively.
"She called me a Mudblood." Hermione hissed with incredible venom in her voice.
"What are you going to do to her?" asked Harry in some alarm.
"I'm going to show her that this Mudblood can kick her slimy Slytherin butt." she declared, and marched out the portrait hole.
Harry stared after her blankly for a few seconds, before racing up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.
"Ron! Wake up!" Harry shook his friends shoulder roughly, and Ron gazed up at him blearily. "Ron, Lorelei has challenged Hermione to a duel. She called her a mudblood. They're on the astronomy tower now." Ron jerked completely awake at this, and reached for his jeans and a cloak.
"Mudblood? I've got to stop them." he rushed from the room. Harry, confident that his friend had seen where his true loyalties lay at last, did not think it necessary to follow. Satisfied, he crawled into bed and went to sleep.
His optimism turned out to be unfounded, as Ron showed him the bruise on his back the next morning. Ron catalogued his injuries; it seemed he had got in the way of a rebounding spell and had been thrown backwards and knocked out.
"Next thing I knew," he said sourly to Harry, "I was flat on my back with Lorelei holding my head and Hermione standing by uselessly."
At this, a growl sounded behind them. They turned to see Hermione advancing apon them, infuriated beyond her endurance.
"So, that's how it happened was it? In fact, I was the one who brought you round and stopped the bleeding, and Lorelei just pushed me out of the way at the last minute so she could gaze into your eyes as you woke up." Hermione grabbed his arm in a vicious hold, and dragged him out of the dormitory, down stairs and corridors, berating him the whole way.
"Let's just find Lorelei and ask her, shall we? I saw her head out behind the greenhouses, we'll talk to her there."
Ron had no chance to escape, and she ignored his feeble protests and attempts to reason with her. Still fuming, she dragged him round the corner of the greenhouse - and they stopped dead in their tracks.
Leaning against the wall of the greenhouse was Lorelei. Leaning against her, very closely, was Draco Malfoy. They were in time to hear his sneering voice drawl:
"And did you ever fancy that Ron Weasley?"
Of course not." Lorelei purred. "I only did it to make you jealous and to needle that wretched mudblood Granger." Draco chuckled low in his throat.
"Naturally, you suceeded at both." He leant even closer, and their lips met in a slow kiss. Ron and Hermione drew their wands together, and shouted their spells. A flash of smoke momentarily blinded them, but quickly cleared so they could see Draco and Lorelei struggling to escape from each other's arms, but unable to, all the while belching slugs over each other.
"Ron," exclaimed a delighted Hermione, "you've managed to get your slug belching spell right."
"What's that one you did? It was fantastic." said Ron with enthusiasm as they turned back to the castle. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you about Lorelei."
"That's ok." dismissed Hermione, with a wave of her hand. "I'm sorry too."
Their happy camaderie lasted for quite a long time, at least until they reached the entrance hall, where Harry was waiting for them. His anxious look cleared as he heard them start to argue about the exact hold one should use when performing the slug belching spell.
Draco and Lorelei were eventually rescued by Professor Sprout.
"Who did this to you?" she demanded as she separated them. Draco burped up a very small slug and opened his mouth to condemn Hermione and Ron. Lorelei stepped on his foot.
"We've no idea, Professor Sprout." she sobbed, shooting Draco a warning look.
"What did you say that for?" he demanded when Sprout was out of earshot.
"I have a brilliant plan for revenge." she smirked.
To Alls Well that Ends Well - no, I am not German, but I do know the story of Lorelei. This is an antipodean Lorelei though; I just transplanted her to the South Pacific and gave her Pacific ancestry.
Hermione Defends her Honour.
Over lunch, Ron upbraided Hermione for her carelessness in splashing Lorelei. Words like 'thoughtless' peppered his speech, and he seemed oblivious to Hermione's flushed cheeks and tightly clenched fists. Harry tried to intervene, but it was too late, Ron had gone too far.
"Ron, shut up." she snarled, infuriated beyond her endurance. "I do not want to hear anything more about Lorelei Van damn dork, do you understand me?" She ran precipitately from the room, leaving Ron staring indignantly at her retreating back. Harry, looking more anxious than ever, followed her out.
He eventually ran her to earth in her dormitory.
"No, I will not tell you what happened or didn't happen, nor what will happen." she sobbed into her hankerchief before Harry could say a single word. Shaken, but undeterred, Harry perched gingerly on the edge of her bed.
"I know it was an accident, Hermione." said Harry, in what he thought was a soothing voice. "I know you're not to blame." Hermione sobbed harder than ever, and Harry was debating the wisdom of giving her a hug in her overwrought state, when the door burst open.
"Harry, I have to meet..." started Hermione, but her words were drowned by shrieks from Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, outraged by Harry's presence in the girls' domitory. Hustled out the door by an indignant Lavender, he had no chance to say anything more to Hermione.
Back down in the Common Room he found Ron reading a book.
"Ron," said Harry seriously, "I think something bad will happen between Lorelei and Hermione."
"Well, I hope Hermione comes off the worst after all the snooty things she has said about Lorelei." Ron sniffed.
"Yes, but Lorelei is really nasty to Hermione too, Ron. You might not be able to see it, because she's not like that around you, but -"
"Fine, side with Hermione then." snapped Ron, turning away and picking up his book again. Harry was just about ready to shake his friend, but knew that wouldn't help. 'I'll just have to wait in the Common Room tonight, in case something happens.' he decided.
Harry's vigil was rewarded when he saw Hermione came down the stairs at five to twelve.
"Hermione," he whispered, "where are you going?" Hermione jumped and gave a little scream. When she saw it was Harry she looked thoroughly relieved. "Where are you going?" he prompted her again, and her relieved look vanished into one of determined anger.
"Lorelei has challenged me to a duel." she announced in a voice of dangerous calm. Looking at her resolute figure and the fire in her eyes, Harry was very glad that it would not be him facing Hermione's wand that night.
"Um, Hermione, are you sure that's wise?" he asked tentatively.
"She called me a Mudblood." Hermione hissed with incredible venom in her voice.
"What are you going to do to her?" asked Harry in some alarm.
"I'm going to show her that this Mudblood can kick her slimy Slytherin butt." she declared, and marched out the portrait hole.
Harry stared after her blankly for a few seconds, before racing up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.
"Ron! Wake up!" Harry shook his friends shoulder roughly, and Ron gazed up at him blearily. "Ron, Lorelei has challenged Hermione to a duel. She called her a mudblood. They're on the astronomy tower now." Ron jerked completely awake at this, and reached for his jeans and a cloak.
"Mudblood? I've got to stop them." he rushed from the room. Harry, confident that his friend had seen where his true loyalties lay at last, did not think it necessary to follow. Satisfied, he crawled into bed and went to sleep.
His optimism turned out to be unfounded, as Ron showed him the bruise on his back the next morning. Ron catalogued his injuries; it seemed he had got in the way of a rebounding spell and had been thrown backwards and knocked out.
"Next thing I knew," he said sourly to Harry, "I was flat on my back with Lorelei holding my head and Hermione standing by uselessly."
At this, a growl sounded behind them. They turned to see Hermione advancing apon them, infuriated beyond her endurance.
"So, that's how it happened was it? In fact, I was the one who brought you round and stopped the bleeding, and Lorelei just pushed me out of the way at the last minute so she could gaze into your eyes as you woke up." Hermione grabbed his arm in a vicious hold, and dragged him out of the dormitory, down stairs and corridors, berating him the whole way.
"Let's just find Lorelei and ask her, shall we? I saw her head out behind the greenhouses, we'll talk to her there."
Ron had no chance to escape, and she ignored his feeble protests and attempts to reason with her. Still fuming, she dragged him round the corner of the greenhouse - and they stopped dead in their tracks.
Leaning against the wall of the greenhouse was Lorelei. Leaning against her, very closely, was Draco Malfoy. They were in time to hear his sneering voice drawl:
"And did you ever fancy that Ron Weasley?"
Of course not." Lorelei purred. "I only did it to make you jealous and to needle that wretched mudblood Granger." Draco chuckled low in his throat.
"Naturally, you suceeded at both." He leant even closer, and their lips met in a slow kiss. Ron and Hermione drew their wands together, and shouted their spells. A flash of smoke momentarily blinded them, but quickly cleared so they could see Draco and Lorelei struggling to escape from each other's arms, but unable to, all the while belching slugs over each other.
"Ron," exclaimed a delighted Hermione, "you've managed to get your slug belching spell right."
"What's that one you did? It was fantastic." said Ron with enthusiasm as they turned back to the castle. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you about Lorelei."
"That's ok." dismissed Hermione, with a wave of her hand. "I'm sorry too."
Their happy camaderie lasted for quite a long time, at least until they reached the entrance hall, where Harry was waiting for them. His anxious look cleared as he heard them start to argue about the exact hold one should use when performing the slug belching spell.
Draco and Lorelei were eventually rescued by Professor Sprout.
"Who did this to you?" she demanded as she separated them. Draco burped up a very small slug and opened his mouth to condemn Hermione and Ron. Lorelei stepped on his foot.
"We've no idea, Professor Sprout." she sobbed, shooting Draco a warning look.
"What did you say that for?" he demanded when Sprout was out of earshot.
"I have a brilliant plan for revenge." she smirked.
