Yet again I do not own anything that is remotely connected to our little
disfigured shut in (or Harry Potter) who we all adore so much!
Thank you to all that reviewed! I know you're reading it just because it's rated R and you want to see some ass, think it's wonderful and are hanging on my every word or you like to laugh at my awful attempt at writing.. Either way… review!
Who killed…?
"Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter, all five accused of murder." Snape smirked viciously at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
In fact, Snape would probably love to see all but one of the defendants tied up by their big toes and drained of all their bodily juices. Well England is a just country, and being the oh so just country it is, doing things like that to people is illegal. So Snape had to be humoured with just throwing them into Azkaban.
"That's mad! The only person I could see of even hurting someone would be Lucius' son! And even he would have the sense to hire someone to do it!" Mrs. Weasley roared at Snape, who was making paper hats out of old issues of the Daily Prophet.
"What the Hell is wrong with you!" Mr. Weasley threw up his hands sending all of Snape's creations flying.
"They all had a motive and an opportunity! One by one we will question them, then sentence them accordingly" Snape started dumming his fingers against the desk. "The victim was an idiot, but even idiots have to have their due,"
IN AN INTERROGATION ROOM IN AZKABAN
"Where were you last Thursday night before it happened?" McGonagall drew her chair closer to the small table where she was sitting directly opposite Hermione Granger.
Hermione Granger's unruly mane was specially big due to the lack of hygiene in the Azkaban bathrooms, and the worst thing about being in prison is wearing orange. Orange is not Hermione Granger's color. Due to her fair skin and dark eyes, lighter colors would bring warmers hues to her face. Any ways, she had apparantly been crying.
Hermione's breath quivered as she pressed a glass of water to her lips.
"I was in Potions. Harry, Ron was there but he was gone. I didn't think much about it until Ron mentioned that Ginny left the Great Hall early after dinner," Her eyes filled with tears and her gaze fell to the floor. " I remember Harry's face went white. I was mad with jealousy. I hated her. I hated him."
Hermione was no longer crying in fact she looked pissed. Professor McGonagall nodded her head and pondered what spell would be best to use if Ms. Granger went mad, deadman's curse was defintely out.
"I loved him! He had to go after that little bitch! Th.." Hermione stalled and her hands twisted around the glass of water slowly cracking the edges. "Then Snape gave me my marks on the Avis potion. A 198 out of 200! I worked 3 months on that! My blood, sweat and tears went into that! It was perfect! What the fuck was his problem? I am not bad looking! They were probably fucking that very second! Ok.. I did add too much pixie wing than it called for but it didn't do anything!"
Hermione continued ranting aimlessly as that glass shattered in her hand causing her to bleed, but she didn't care. Her face twisted and contorted as she spewed swear words she would never say aloud, especially to a teacher.
"Hermione?" McGonagall said fearing for her own safety and trying to get her to come back from the pit of hatred and angst she had fell in.
"He told me, he loved me. I cannot believe I gave it up to him! His dick was about as small as a skrewt! It was like being fucked by a wet cocker spaniel! He wasn't worth it! HE WASN'T WORTH IT!"
"Oh really?" McGonagall thought "I thought he would be better endowed then that…he did have big hands.. but you never know. Jimmy Lightfeather was like that but he was hung like a clydesdale too, so Amy Paige said but she was always a lying little bitch."
"I wanted to rip his dick off his body and shove it down Snape's throat! AND MAKE HIM CHEW IT! IT'S NOT LIKE SNAPE HASN'T A DICK IN HIS MOUTH BEFORE!"
"HERMIONE!"
Hermione looked up at Professor McGonagall as if she had just awaken from a really bad nightmare. She sighed and looked at her bloody hand.
"Yes Professor?"
"After you received your marks then what happened?"
"Oh I ran out of the room, down the corridor and into the common room. I nearly ripped the Fat Lady off her hinges and she called me a 'a little fro haired bitch who shouldn't front cuz she was going to beat me down like a red headed step child' so she must have been angry. He was there with her, kissing! I drew up my wand and-nothing. I remember nothing more," she sighed "I wonder what made the Fat Lady think she was so ghetto fabulous. Ok so she did get the Sean Jean picture frame but that doesn't mean she's from the hood she's not Black, or American, or a gangster. She's freaking water colour!"
"Did you murder ________?" Professor McGonagall asked. She wondered where this questioning went wrong and if Hermione was under any heavy medication.
" I loved him. I would never murder him, only mame or dismember but never kill." Hermione looked very earnest as she bleed all over her orange jumper.
"We just need to know the truth."
"That is the truth. I swear it."
"You can go now ..Guard!" Professor McGonagall opened the door.
IN THE JUDGE'S CHAMBER
"Do you think it was her, Minerva?"
"She was capable an she had a motive. Hermione could have an insanity plea. She's as crazy as a shit house rat"
Thank you to all that reviewed! I know you're reading it just because it's rated R and you want to see some ass, think it's wonderful and are hanging on my every word or you like to laugh at my awful attempt at writing.. Either way… review!
Who killed…?
"Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter, all five accused of murder." Snape smirked viciously at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
In fact, Snape would probably love to see all but one of the defendants tied up by their big toes and drained of all their bodily juices. Well England is a just country, and being the oh so just country it is, doing things like that to people is illegal. So Snape had to be humoured with just throwing them into Azkaban.
"That's mad! The only person I could see of even hurting someone would be Lucius' son! And even he would have the sense to hire someone to do it!" Mrs. Weasley roared at Snape, who was making paper hats out of old issues of the Daily Prophet.
"What the Hell is wrong with you!" Mr. Weasley threw up his hands sending all of Snape's creations flying.
"They all had a motive and an opportunity! One by one we will question them, then sentence them accordingly" Snape started dumming his fingers against the desk. "The victim was an idiot, but even idiots have to have their due,"
IN AN INTERROGATION ROOM IN AZKABAN
"Where were you last Thursday night before it happened?" McGonagall drew her chair closer to the small table where she was sitting directly opposite Hermione Granger.
Hermione Granger's unruly mane was specially big due to the lack of hygiene in the Azkaban bathrooms, and the worst thing about being in prison is wearing orange. Orange is not Hermione Granger's color. Due to her fair skin and dark eyes, lighter colors would bring warmers hues to her face. Any ways, she had apparantly been crying.
Hermione's breath quivered as she pressed a glass of water to her lips.
"I was in Potions. Harry, Ron was there but he was gone. I didn't think much about it until Ron mentioned that Ginny left the Great Hall early after dinner," Her eyes filled with tears and her gaze fell to the floor. " I remember Harry's face went white. I was mad with jealousy. I hated her. I hated him."
Hermione was no longer crying in fact she looked pissed. Professor McGonagall nodded her head and pondered what spell would be best to use if Ms. Granger went mad, deadman's curse was defintely out.
"I loved him! He had to go after that little bitch! Th.." Hermione stalled and her hands twisted around the glass of water slowly cracking the edges. "Then Snape gave me my marks on the Avis potion. A 198 out of 200! I worked 3 months on that! My blood, sweat and tears went into that! It was perfect! What the fuck was his problem? I am not bad looking! They were probably fucking that very second! Ok.. I did add too much pixie wing than it called for but it didn't do anything!"
Hermione continued ranting aimlessly as that glass shattered in her hand causing her to bleed, but she didn't care. Her face twisted and contorted as she spewed swear words she would never say aloud, especially to a teacher.
"Hermione?" McGonagall said fearing for her own safety and trying to get her to come back from the pit of hatred and angst she had fell in.
"He told me, he loved me. I cannot believe I gave it up to him! His dick was about as small as a skrewt! It was like being fucked by a wet cocker spaniel! He wasn't worth it! HE WASN'T WORTH IT!"
"Oh really?" McGonagall thought "I thought he would be better endowed then that…he did have big hands.. but you never know. Jimmy Lightfeather was like that but he was hung like a clydesdale too, so Amy Paige said but she was always a lying little bitch."
"I wanted to rip his dick off his body and shove it down Snape's throat! AND MAKE HIM CHEW IT! IT'S NOT LIKE SNAPE HASN'T A DICK IN HIS MOUTH BEFORE!"
"HERMIONE!"
Hermione looked up at Professor McGonagall as if she had just awaken from a really bad nightmare. She sighed and looked at her bloody hand.
"Yes Professor?"
"After you received your marks then what happened?"
"Oh I ran out of the room, down the corridor and into the common room. I nearly ripped the Fat Lady off her hinges and she called me a 'a little fro haired bitch who shouldn't front cuz she was going to beat me down like a red headed step child' so she must have been angry. He was there with her, kissing! I drew up my wand and-nothing. I remember nothing more," she sighed "I wonder what made the Fat Lady think she was so ghetto fabulous. Ok so she did get the Sean Jean picture frame but that doesn't mean she's from the hood she's not Black, or American, or a gangster. She's freaking water colour!"
"Did you murder ________?" Professor McGonagall asked. She wondered where this questioning went wrong and if Hermione was under any heavy medication.
" I loved him. I would never murder him, only mame or dismember but never kill." Hermione looked very earnest as she bleed all over her orange jumper.
"We just need to know the truth."
"That is the truth. I swear it."
"You can go now ..Guard!" Professor McGonagall opened the door.
IN THE JUDGE'S CHAMBER
"Do you think it was her, Minerva?"
"She was capable an she had a motive. Hermione could have an insanity plea. She's as crazy as a shit house rat"