A/N: Woo! Second chapter! Thanks for the advice from the reviewers :) Yes, I know Hermione wouldn't be that sensitive, but I needed to get the story moving and it was the only thing I could think of. Sorry, guys . . . . . . You people better review, or the review faerie will get you! Mwahahaha! And your little dog, too! Anyway, this if going to be very fluffy, so . . .brace yourselves! Well, not this chapter, but later on in the story . . .. Again, it is all JKR's :( REVIEW, YOU EVIL PEOPLE!
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Hermione crept away from the big armchair behind which she had been hiding with silent ears of fury streaming down her face. "Come crawling back"? "Her only friends"? How dare they say things like that! She snarled to herself, thinking of how they both considered her little more than a nuisance.
"I'll show them . . ." she thought grimly.
The thought pleased her. They would not be able to be so reproachful after she proved to them that she was not just a brain on legs.
Entering the girls' dorm, she flopped down on her bed and thought up plans, each more daring than the next, to prove the boys wrong. She would never CRAWL to anyone!
Finally, after several minutes of senseless ideas, she thought of just the place to prove herself. The forbidden forest. (A/N: capitalized or not??) It was perfect! Hermione leaped up and brushed her hair excitedly. She would go to the forbidden forest, bring them back proof, and, most important, not get caught! After all, the boys were not the only ones who could go off and have adventures.
The fever of revenge had overwhelmed her, so she didn't give a second thought to the thousands of things that could go wrong. All she cared about was impressing Ron. And Harry, of course . . . a thought popped up in the back of her mind, wondering why Ron was seemingly more important, but it was immediately drowned out in Hermione's slowly developing plan.
First, she would need Harry's invisibility cloak. That she would be able to take it from him without him noticing would probably be an accomplishment in itself, but Hermione didn't care. Eagerly, she pulled out a book and began reading, waiting for the evening to come.
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Hermione sat apart from Harry and Ron at the evening feast (A/N: there . . .is and evening meal, right? My poor memory . . .) and eyed them coldly whenever she could. Harry seemed to get the message, and occasionally looked at her pleadingly, but Ron just shrugged and turned Harry's attention away. This made Hermione more livid than ever, and she speared her peas with such furious force that several Gryffindors looked at her sideways.
She waited till well after the two boys had gone - Ron acting as if he didn't know her - before getting up slowly and meticulously picking crumbs off her robe. Holding her head high, she attempted to glide among the others with a dominating air, but failed by tripping on a table leg.
Cursing, she stood up quickly and scanned the remaining people in the Great Hall, making sure no one had noticed. A prefect announced from somewhere, "Ten minutes!"
Hermione hurried along, shooting death glares at anyone who looked at her twice. Or once, for that matter. A voice in the back of her mind told her she was being completely irrational, but it was silenced by the mental image of Ron and Harry's gaping faces when they realized how wrong they had been about her. Lost in this scenario, Hermione failed to look at where she was going . . . and ran right into none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Well, well, well," he sneered. "If it isn't little-miss-perfect Hermione Granger. Why awen't you in da wibwawwy, widdle Huhmynee? Oo might get losht." He said in a high-pitched voice, a permanent sneer on his face.
Idly, Hermione wondered how he managed to talk with his upper lip up to his nostrils. (A/N: Caution! Very OOC (out of character) moment coming up!) She edged around him slightly and glanced behind him. Nothing. Smiling thinly and taking all the courage she had in her own hands, she answered.
"Well, Malfoy, why aren't you followed by your two minions? You might get hurt, after all, without someone to protect you from," she clasped her hands together and batted her eyelashes at the ceiling, "mean people that don't like you very much!" She smirked and shoved him aside. " Get out the way, rat face, I've got places to go."
Draco stared at her back as she skipped off, laughing.
"Draco Malfoy doesn't get pushed around by filthy mudbloods," he muttered under his breath. "I feel we aren't finished, Granger." Spitting, he turned on his heel and strode of to the Slytherin common room.
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Hermione counted fifty steps of mindless giggling - it was all part of the humiliation - before peering behind her. Much to her relief, the hallway was empty. Letting out a breath she had not realized she'd been holding, Hermione let out a real giggle. How exciting! She never saw Ron standing up to Malfoy!
Breathing heavily but smiling the whole time, she quickly arrived to the portrait of the fat lady. "Fairy Tales," she breathed. The portrait swung open and she hurried off to the girls' dorm. From somewhere in the common room she heard Percy call "Lights out!" She climbed in bed, hoping no one had noticed she was still wearing her clothes.
Time ticked by slowly, and Hermione was almost asleep by the time it had reached midnight. She stood up quietly and dusted herself off, then crept to the common room . . .
A/N: Crappy ending, I know! *ducks away from rotten tomatoes* Don't worry, though! The next chapter gets better! Be patient!! AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!! Flames are welcome, but no cussing. It can't possibly be that bad. :-P
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Hermione crept away from the big armchair behind which she had been hiding with silent ears of fury streaming down her face. "Come crawling back"? "Her only friends"? How dare they say things like that! She snarled to herself, thinking of how they both considered her little more than a nuisance.
"I'll show them . . ." she thought grimly.
The thought pleased her. They would not be able to be so reproachful after she proved to them that she was not just a brain on legs.
Entering the girls' dorm, she flopped down on her bed and thought up plans, each more daring than the next, to prove the boys wrong. She would never CRAWL to anyone!
Finally, after several minutes of senseless ideas, she thought of just the place to prove herself. The forbidden forest. (A/N: capitalized or not??) It was perfect! Hermione leaped up and brushed her hair excitedly. She would go to the forbidden forest, bring them back proof, and, most important, not get caught! After all, the boys were not the only ones who could go off and have adventures.
The fever of revenge had overwhelmed her, so she didn't give a second thought to the thousands of things that could go wrong. All she cared about was impressing Ron. And Harry, of course . . . a thought popped up in the back of her mind, wondering why Ron was seemingly more important, but it was immediately drowned out in Hermione's slowly developing plan.
First, she would need Harry's invisibility cloak. That she would be able to take it from him without him noticing would probably be an accomplishment in itself, but Hermione didn't care. Eagerly, she pulled out a book and began reading, waiting for the evening to come.
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Hermione sat apart from Harry and Ron at the evening feast (A/N: there . . .is and evening meal, right? My poor memory . . .) and eyed them coldly whenever she could. Harry seemed to get the message, and occasionally looked at her pleadingly, but Ron just shrugged and turned Harry's attention away. This made Hermione more livid than ever, and she speared her peas with such furious force that several Gryffindors looked at her sideways.
She waited till well after the two boys had gone - Ron acting as if he didn't know her - before getting up slowly and meticulously picking crumbs off her robe. Holding her head high, she attempted to glide among the others with a dominating air, but failed by tripping on a table leg.
Cursing, she stood up quickly and scanned the remaining people in the Great Hall, making sure no one had noticed. A prefect announced from somewhere, "Ten minutes!"
Hermione hurried along, shooting death glares at anyone who looked at her twice. Or once, for that matter. A voice in the back of her mind told her she was being completely irrational, but it was silenced by the mental image of Ron and Harry's gaping faces when they realized how wrong they had been about her. Lost in this scenario, Hermione failed to look at where she was going . . . and ran right into none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Well, well, well," he sneered. "If it isn't little-miss-perfect Hermione Granger. Why awen't you in da wibwawwy, widdle Huhmynee? Oo might get losht." He said in a high-pitched voice, a permanent sneer on his face.
Idly, Hermione wondered how he managed to talk with his upper lip up to his nostrils. (A/N: Caution! Very OOC (out of character) moment coming up!) She edged around him slightly and glanced behind him. Nothing. Smiling thinly and taking all the courage she had in her own hands, she answered.
"Well, Malfoy, why aren't you followed by your two minions? You might get hurt, after all, without someone to protect you from," she clasped her hands together and batted her eyelashes at the ceiling, "mean people that don't like you very much!" She smirked and shoved him aside. " Get out the way, rat face, I've got places to go."
Draco stared at her back as she skipped off, laughing.
"Draco Malfoy doesn't get pushed around by filthy mudbloods," he muttered under his breath. "I feel we aren't finished, Granger." Spitting, he turned on his heel and strode of to the Slytherin common room.
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Hermione counted fifty steps of mindless giggling - it was all part of the humiliation - before peering behind her. Much to her relief, the hallway was empty. Letting out a breath she had not realized she'd been holding, Hermione let out a real giggle. How exciting! She never saw Ron standing up to Malfoy!
Breathing heavily but smiling the whole time, she quickly arrived to the portrait of the fat lady. "Fairy Tales," she breathed. The portrait swung open and she hurried off to the girls' dorm. From somewhere in the common room she heard Percy call "Lights out!" She climbed in bed, hoping no one had noticed she was still wearing her clothes.
Time ticked by slowly, and Hermione was almost asleep by the time it had reached midnight. She stood up quietly and dusted herself off, then crept to the common room . . .
A/N: Crappy ending, I know! *ducks away from rotten tomatoes* Don't worry, though! The next chapter gets better! Be patient!! AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!! Flames are welcome, but no cussing. It can't possibly be that bad. :-P