A/N: Well.. this story is startlingly longer than I expected. My expectations were three chapters! :) Oh well.. Oh! And.. OK. They're in their 7th year right? What the hell's Cho doing? :) She got held back we'll just say. haha.. enjoy!
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"Hermione?" Lavender's muffled voice said from the other side of the door.
"Go away!" I said, turning over so my face was facing the pillow on my bed.
"I can't! This is my room too, you know!" She said.
"I don't care!" I said.
"Hermione, what is wrong with you?" She asked angrily.
"Nothing is wrong, I want peace!" I said, pummeling my pillow.
Lavender opened the door slightly. I lay still on my bed, not moving.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" She asked.
I looked up at her, my eye's red and blotchy.
"Harry and Cho were kissing when I went to go see Harry in the library." I said, sniffling.
"Oh my.." She said, sympathetically.
I nodded, drying my eyes with the corner of my sheets.
"He's such a moron when he wants to be." She said.
"Why do you think he did it?" I asked, my eye's getting welled up again.
"You can never understand boys, Hermione. Let me tell you this early on." She commented.
I sniffled to respond.
"Anyway, keep your chin up. This situation could turn up at any moment." She said, leaving me with my shattered self.
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I groggily pulled myself out of bed the next morning.
I must have fallen asleep. I thought, looking at my tired and somewhat dazed reflection in the mirror.
"Hermione? You up?" Called Lavender from the bathroom.
I called a weak 'Yes' to her. She then immediatly stepped out.
My jaw dropped open in shock, even in the current melodramatic mood I was feeling.
"How can you wear that?" I asked, after I'd stared her to death. I looked pointedly out the window, with blowing snow to prove my point.
She shrugged. The reason I was in shock was because the only thing she was wearing was a skin-tight red leather miniskirt and a black midriff shirt that said "Babe" spelled out in fake rhinestones.
"Where do you plan on going, anway? Not even the craziest adult would let you out of this ROOM." I said.
"Duh! A rave!" She said, like it was the stupidest question she'd ever been asked.
"Rave?" I asked skeptically.
"Yes!" She said exasperated.
"Maybe.. I'd better tagalong so you don't do anything without my knowledge." I remarked.
"Ooh.. I get it. Hermione wants to go dancing!" She teased.
I fumed. "As a matter of fact, I have two left feet when it comes to dancing.
"Well it's not necessarily like ballroom dancing here." She said.
"It's not like I'd actually dance anyway!" I retorted.
She threw up her hands in defeat. "Fine! You want to come, fine! But I warn you, don't complain to me when things get rowdy!" She wagged her finger in a motherly fashion.
I rolled my eyes. "Who else would join you?"
"Oh.. Ron.. and me.. and Parvati and some other people." She said, counting on her fingers.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"... oh and of course, Harry!"
I slapped my forehead.
"Hey, you said you'd come, Miss Chaperone." She said, her hands on her hips.
"Not with Harry!" I hissed.
She looked at me.
"OK OK FINE! I'll go to make you happy." I said exasperated.
"You might want to change." She said, looking over at my outfit, which only consisted of an open-necked pink glittery shirt and dark blue flared jeans.
"I'm there to guard, not to dance." I said, pouting.
I took a last-minute mirror check and pulled my hair into a high ponytail as I hurriedly followed my high-heeled friend out the door.
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We met everyone by the Great Hall entrance. Parvati and Lav were both slightly shivering in the light jackets they'd brought down with them. Harry and Ron arrived later.
I immediatly turned my back.
"What's SHE doing here?" Harry asked.
"I'M chaperoning." I said shortly.
He snorted. "You, dancing?"
"Ha, right back at you." I shot back, now fully turning around.
"Can we go? I'm so cold!" Parvati whined.
I rolled my eyes. "Perhaps if you wore more FABRIC you wouldn't have that problem.
Parvati's eyes seemed to shoot icepicks at me. I heard a loud clicking noise coming from behind us.
I saw Cho, to my absolute dismay, running as fast as she could in about 6 inch black pumps.
"Sorry.. I'm.. late!" She panted.
I looked at her outfit in shock. It was worse than either Parvati's OR Lavender's. She was wearing a tiny little bright orange sparkly tube top with a miniskirt that rode up to.. wherever I didn't wish to look. Her black hair was pulled into a shiny bun at the base of her neck.
I practically vomited in disgust. Instead I sniggered.
"What the hell's so funny?" Parvati snapped.
I stopped.
"Ignore Hermione." Harry said.
I crossed my eyes and stuck out my tongue at him.
"You're so immature it's not even funny." He said sharply.
"Yeah well, I wouldn't be talking." I commented sniffly.
I saw Parvati, Ron, Lavender and Cho heading halfway down the grounds towards Hogsmeade.
"Hey.. HEY GUYS WAIT UP!" I hollered, bolting down the snowy ground in my high-heeled chunky black boots that made me taller than I actually was.
I finally caught up to them in Hogsmeade. My hair was flying loosly in the wind and my face was flushed pink, but I didn't care.
"Where are you guys going?" I asked loudly.
"SHH!" Lavender said, going down a dark alleyway and opening a door, exposing dancing people and bright lights. Not to mention excruciatingly loud music.
"WHAT IS THIS PLACE?" I asked over the loud music.
"WHAT?" They hollered back.
I pointed to the music and mouthed, "Tell you later."
They just shrugged and grabbed Ron.
I sat down in a chair by the bar.
"What'll it be?" A man asked gruffly.
I looked at him, startled. "Oh, no thank you. I don't drink." I said.
He shrugged and went to help another customer.
Harry and Cho came walking by. I gagged on her perfume. What was she wearing? Eau Du` a la Skunk?
"Two martinis, one on the rocks." Cho said.
Martinis?
"Smoke?" Cho asked Hermione, suddenly spotting her.
I stared in horror at her. "No thank you!" I spat in disgust, leaving them at the bar as I moved towards the dance floor.
"ARRRG!" I cried, covering my eyes and shutting them tightly so all sight was blocked.
(Since this is a PG-13 ONLY story, I should not like to get NC-17 ish. I will just simply say they were humping Ron and stuffs like that.. like the grind. OK? I hate freak dancing!)
Parvati and Lavender rushed over as I slumped into a chair.
"Are you OK?" They chorused.
"No, in fact, I'm feeling rather nauseated at the moment." I replied weakly.
"Hermione, are you OK?" Harry asked, rushing over as well.
I looked straight through his piercing stare and smacked him as hard as I could, and rushed out of that terrible place.
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How come it is in all of my stories, Hermione ends up slapping Harry?
:) Oh well. It makes it far more interesting than just having Hermione totally be a sap and totally fall for Harry like a load of bricks, ya know what I mean? LOVE/HATE WOOHOO! RAWK ON WIT YO BAD ASS SELF HERMIONE!!!!!!!!!!
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"Hermione?" Lavender's muffled voice said from the other side of the door.
"Go away!" I said, turning over so my face was facing the pillow on my bed.
"I can't! This is my room too, you know!" She said.
"I don't care!" I said.
"Hermione, what is wrong with you?" She asked angrily.
"Nothing is wrong, I want peace!" I said, pummeling my pillow.
Lavender opened the door slightly. I lay still on my bed, not moving.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" She asked.
I looked up at her, my eye's red and blotchy.
"Harry and Cho were kissing when I went to go see Harry in the library." I said, sniffling.
"Oh my.." She said, sympathetically.
I nodded, drying my eyes with the corner of my sheets.
"He's such a moron when he wants to be." She said.
"Why do you think he did it?" I asked, my eye's getting welled up again.
"You can never understand boys, Hermione. Let me tell you this early on." She commented.
I sniffled to respond.
"Anyway, keep your chin up. This situation could turn up at any moment." She said, leaving me with my shattered self.
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I groggily pulled myself out of bed the next morning.
I must have fallen asleep. I thought, looking at my tired and somewhat dazed reflection in the mirror.
"Hermione? You up?" Called Lavender from the bathroom.
I called a weak 'Yes' to her. She then immediatly stepped out.
My jaw dropped open in shock, even in the current melodramatic mood I was feeling.
"How can you wear that?" I asked, after I'd stared her to death. I looked pointedly out the window, with blowing snow to prove my point.
She shrugged. The reason I was in shock was because the only thing she was wearing was a skin-tight red leather miniskirt and a black midriff shirt that said "Babe" spelled out in fake rhinestones.
"Where do you plan on going, anway? Not even the craziest adult would let you out of this ROOM." I said.
"Duh! A rave!" She said, like it was the stupidest question she'd ever been asked.
"Rave?" I asked skeptically.
"Yes!" She said exasperated.
"Maybe.. I'd better tagalong so you don't do anything without my knowledge." I remarked.
"Ooh.. I get it. Hermione wants to go dancing!" She teased.
I fumed. "As a matter of fact, I have two left feet when it comes to dancing.
"Well it's not necessarily like ballroom dancing here." She said.
"It's not like I'd actually dance anyway!" I retorted.
She threw up her hands in defeat. "Fine! You want to come, fine! But I warn you, don't complain to me when things get rowdy!" She wagged her finger in a motherly fashion.
I rolled my eyes. "Who else would join you?"
"Oh.. Ron.. and me.. and Parvati and some other people." She said, counting on her fingers.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"... oh and of course, Harry!"
I slapped my forehead.
"Hey, you said you'd come, Miss Chaperone." She said, her hands on her hips.
"Not with Harry!" I hissed.
She looked at me.
"OK OK FINE! I'll go to make you happy." I said exasperated.
"You might want to change." She said, looking over at my outfit, which only consisted of an open-necked pink glittery shirt and dark blue flared jeans.
"I'm there to guard, not to dance." I said, pouting.
I took a last-minute mirror check and pulled my hair into a high ponytail as I hurriedly followed my high-heeled friend out the door.
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We met everyone by the Great Hall entrance. Parvati and Lav were both slightly shivering in the light jackets they'd brought down with them. Harry and Ron arrived later.
I immediatly turned my back.
"What's SHE doing here?" Harry asked.
"I'M chaperoning." I said shortly.
He snorted. "You, dancing?"
"Ha, right back at you." I shot back, now fully turning around.
"Can we go? I'm so cold!" Parvati whined.
I rolled my eyes. "Perhaps if you wore more FABRIC you wouldn't have that problem.
Parvati's eyes seemed to shoot icepicks at me. I heard a loud clicking noise coming from behind us.
I saw Cho, to my absolute dismay, running as fast as she could in about 6 inch black pumps.
"Sorry.. I'm.. late!" She panted.
I looked at her outfit in shock. It was worse than either Parvati's OR Lavender's. She was wearing a tiny little bright orange sparkly tube top with a miniskirt that rode up to.. wherever I didn't wish to look. Her black hair was pulled into a shiny bun at the base of her neck.
I practically vomited in disgust. Instead I sniggered.
"What the hell's so funny?" Parvati snapped.
I stopped.
"Ignore Hermione." Harry said.
I crossed my eyes and stuck out my tongue at him.
"You're so immature it's not even funny." He said sharply.
"Yeah well, I wouldn't be talking." I commented sniffly.
I saw Parvati, Ron, Lavender and Cho heading halfway down the grounds towards Hogsmeade.
"Hey.. HEY GUYS WAIT UP!" I hollered, bolting down the snowy ground in my high-heeled chunky black boots that made me taller than I actually was.
I finally caught up to them in Hogsmeade. My hair was flying loosly in the wind and my face was flushed pink, but I didn't care.
"Where are you guys going?" I asked loudly.
"SHH!" Lavender said, going down a dark alleyway and opening a door, exposing dancing people and bright lights. Not to mention excruciatingly loud music.
"WHAT IS THIS PLACE?" I asked over the loud music.
"WHAT?" They hollered back.
I pointed to the music and mouthed, "Tell you later."
They just shrugged and grabbed Ron.
I sat down in a chair by the bar.
"What'll it be?" A man asked gruffly.
I looked at him, startled. "Oh, no thank you. I don't drink." I said.
He shrugged and went to help another customer.
Harry and Cho came walking by. I gagged on her perfume. What was she wearing? Eau Du` a la Skunk?
"Two martinis, one on the rocks." Cho said.
Martinis?
"Smoke?" Cho asked Hermione, suddenly spotting her.
I stared in horror at her. "No thank you!" I spat in disgust, leaving them at the bar as I moved towards the dance floor.
"ARRRG!" I cried, covering my eyes and shutting them tightly so all sight was blocked.
(Since this is a PG-13 ONLY story, I should not like to get NC-17 ish. I will just simply say they were humping Ron and stuffs like that.. like the grind. OK? I hate freak dancing!)
Parvati and Lavender rushed over as I slumped into a chair.
"Are you OK?" They chorused.
"No, in fact, I'm feeling rather nauseated at the moment." I replied weakly.
"Hermione, are you OK?" Harry asked, rushing over as well.
I looked straight through his piercing stare and smacked him as hard as I could, and rushed out of that terrible place.
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How come it is in all of my stories, Hermione ends up slapping Harry?
:) Oh well. It makes it far more interesting than just having Hermione totally be a sap and totally fall for Harry like a load of bricks, ya know what I mean? LOVE/HATE WOOHOO! RAWK ON WIT YO BAD ASS SELF HERMIONE!!!!!!!!!!