I'm in a great and goofy mood because I just broke up with my boyfriend- he
was a real jerk to me but I didn't see it. Anyway, as I'm writing this I
have no idea what I'm going to write about... *looks over at brother and
neighbor pulling out and "dude!"ing over fireworks and gets a storyline
idea*
Onward!
I don't own Harry Potter.
"Good Dakota... good.... don't bite my hand off or rip up my face.... good Dakota...." -Adam, this "muy caliente" dude I work with trying to get a dog's collar off.
*First Chapter Celebratory Second Quote* "You mean it got dead?" - My mother, talking about a fish. (And you wonder why my stories are the way they are- it's genetic.)
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"Ooh, come on, guys, let's go in there!" Hermione exclaimed, taking Harry and Ron's arms and dragging them into the wizard pet store. Harry, Ron and Hermione were shopping around during their first trip to Hogsmeade as seventh years. Ron rolled his eyes as Hermione exclaimed over the puppies. Harry looked out the window and called Ron over. "Hey, Ron, let's go to your brothers' store. They have new fireworks in!" Ron nodded and told Hermione to come on and stop drooling over the little fuzzballs.
They walked into F&G's Prank Palace and were greeted by the twins, older now, but still the same fun-loving guys they always were. Fred waltzed up to Hermione and put his arm around her, casually saying, "So, Herm, haven't seen you since the beginning of this year. You're looking even better, girl."
Hermione laughed lightly. "It's only been two months, Fred," she said, taking his arm off of her shoulder. Fred shook his head as she walked over to where George, Harry and Ron were. He remembered how she used to be- uptight, with bushy hair and a body so flat the walls were jealous. Now she was the complete opposite: a young woman in every way. He went back to the storeroom, grinning at the thought of no matter which lucky bloke won her heart, it wouldn't be him- they were like sister and brother: it wouldn't work out.
"Hermione?" Ron called, waving his hand in front of her face. She was gazing dreamily at the barrel of fireworks, her eyes glazed over and a dopey grin on her face. George snapped his fingers in front of her and she came out of her reverie. "Sorry guys, but I love fireworks- the sound of the explosion and the flash of the light. It's so... magical." She grinned sheepishly, and the guys just sighed.
"So you're saying it's his ultra-tight whitie-tighties that makes him so nasty. I figured it was the boll weevil that had crawled up his, um... sleeve."
Hermione made a face. Harry and Ron were debating what made Snape so nasty as they were walking to see the very person they were talking about. Even up to their seventh year they had Potions with the Slytherins. Hermione didn't really mind Snape- after all, he has plenty to be nasty about. Voldemort had been defeated their sixth year, but Snape still had a very horrific past.
They walked into the classroom and took their seats. Snape appeared before them, his arms crossed and his face drawn into the oh-so-familiar sneer. "Potter, I want you to sit by Goyle. Weasley, go sit on the left side of Parkinson. Malfoy, sit here by this thing," he said silkily. Harry and Ron moved, grumbling, while Malfoy came and sat by Hermione, looking as if he'd been asked to eat his own feces.
Hermione rushed down the stairs to the dungeons. She was five minutes late to her detention. Malfoy had sabotaged her potion but of course Snape thought she was being impertinent and presented her with a detention. Hermione hurriedly tucked the Time Turner down the front of her robs. She had decided to use it again, this being her seventh year and she wanted to get as many classes in as possible. Swallowing nervously, she pushed open the door to the Potions classroom.
"Professor Snape?" she called. Snape came into the room and pointed to a cauldron with some supplies next to it. "You're late, but no matter. You are to make some Floo Powder to replenish the school's supply. The instructions are on page 64 of your book." Hermione mentally smacked herself. "Professor Snape, sir, I left my book in my dormitory. I didn't think I'd need it for detention," she said sheepishly.
Snape sneered nastily. "So for once the smart, organized, perfect (he practically spat out the word) Head Girl doesn't have her things. If you weren't so busy simpering over Mister Weasley, you might be prepared. Twenty points from Gryffindor and get started on the Floo Powder."
Hermione furiously stormed over to the cauldron and started throwing ingredients in. She already knew how to make Floo Powder, but she liked to have her book with her just to make sure. The nerve of that man! Hermione was so irritated she didn't pay attention when she added the dragon's tooth that someone had left on the desk. She sighed and sat back to let the potion simmer for a few minutes. She looked around, wondering where Professor Snape was. Hermione didn't see him- she thought he was grading papers at his desk but he wasn't there. Turning back to her potion, she discovered it was a rather ugly shade of green.
"Well, Miss Granger," said a cool, silky voice behind her, "it seems as if you've done it again and ruined your potion." Hermione angrily turned around. Suddenly the potion started bubbling violently. It glowed red and without making a sound, it promptly exploded. Hermione and Snape were doused with the liquid. Hermione felt a warm sensation on her chest. She looked down and noted with surprise that her Time Turner was glowing through her robes.
"Um, Professor Snape?"
~*~
I don't own Harry Potter.
"Good Dakota... good.... don't bite my hand off or rip up my face.... good Dakota...." -Adam, this "muy caliente" dude I work with trying to get a dog's collar off.
*First Chapter Celebratory Second Quote* "You mean it got dead?" - My mother, talking about a fish. (And you wonder why my stories are the way they are- it's genetic.)
~*~
"Ooh, come on, guys, let's go in there!" Hermione exclaimed, taking Harry and Ron's arms and dragging them into the wizard pet store. Harry, Ron and Hermione were shopping around during their first trip to Hogsmeade as seventh years. Ron rolled his eyes as Hermione exclaimed over the puppies. Harry looked out the window and called Ron over. "Hey, Ron, let's go to your brothers' store. They have new fireworks in!" Ron nodded and told Hermione to come on and stop drooling over the little fuzzballs.
They walked into F&G's Prank Palace and were greeted by the twins, older now, but still the same fun-loving guys they always were. Fred waltzed up to Hermione and put his arm around her, casually saying, "So, Herm, haven't seen you since the beginning of this year. You're looking even better, girl."
Hermione laughed lightly. "It's only been two months, Fred," she said, taking his arm off of her shoulder. Fred shook his head as she walked over to where George, Harry and Ron were. He remembered how she used to be- uptight, with bushy hair and a body so flat the walls were jealous. Now she was the complete opposite: a young woman in every way. He went back to the storeroom, grinning at the thought of no matter which lucky bloke won her heart, it wouldn't be him- they were like sister and brother: it wouldn't work out.
"Hermione?" Ron called, waving his hand in front of her face. She was gazing dreamily at the barrel of fireworks, her eyes glazed over and a dopey grin on her face. George snapped his fingers in front of her and she came out of her reverie. "Sorry guys, but I love fireworks- the sound of the explosion and the flash of the light. It's so... magical." She grinned sheepishly, and the guys just sighed.
"So you're saying it's his ultra-tight whitie-tighties that makes him so nasty. I figured it was the boll weevil that had crawled up his, um... sleeve."
Hermione made a face. Harry and Ron were debating what made Snape so nasty as they were walking to see the very person they were talking about. Even up to their seventh year they had Potions with the Slytherins. Hermione didn't really mind Snape- after all, he has plenty to be nasty about. Voldemort had been defeated their sixth year, but Snape still had a very horrific past.
They walked into the classroom and took their seats. Snape appeared before them, his arms crossed and his face drawn into the oh-so-familiar sneer. "Potter, I want you to sit by Goyle. Weasley, go sit on the left side of Parkinson. Malfoy, sit here by this thing," he said silkily. Harry and Ron moved, grumbling, while Malfoy came and sat by Hermione, looking as if he'd been asked to eat his own feces.
Hermione rushed down the stairs to the dungeons. She was five minutes late to her detention. Malfoy had sabotaged her potion but of course Snape thought she was being impertinent and presented her with a detention. Hermione hurriedly tucked the Time Turner down the front of her robs. She had decided to use it again, this being her seventh year and she wanted to get as many classes in as possible. Swallowing nervously, she pushed open the door to the Potions classroom.
"Professor Snape?" she called. Snape came into the room and pointed to a cauldron with some supplies next to it. "You're late, but no matter. You are to make some Floo Powder to replenish the school's supply. The instructions are on page 64 of your book." Hermione mentally smacked herself. "Professor Snape, sir, I left my book in my dormitory. I didn't think I'd need it for detention," she said sheepishly.
Snape sneered nastily. "So for once the smart, organized, perfect (he practically spat out the word) Head Girl doesn't have her things. If you weren't so busy simpering over Mister Weasley, you might be prepared. Twenty points from Gryffindor and get started on the Floo Powder."
Hermione furiously stormed over to the cauldron and started throwing ingredients in. She already knew how to make Floo Powder, but she liked to have her book with her just to make sure. The nerve of that man! Hermione was so irritated she didn't pay attention when she added the dragon's tooth that someone had left on the desk. She sighed and sat back to let the potion simmer for a few minutes. She looked around, wondering where Professor Snape was. Hermione didn't see him- she thought he was grading papers at his desk but he wasn't there. Turning back to her potion, she discovered it was a rather ugly shade of green.
"Well, Miss Granger," said a cool, silky voice behind her, "it seems as if you've done it again and ruined your potion." Hermione angrily turned around. Suddenly the potion started bubbling violently. It glowed red and without making a sound, it promptly exploded. Hermione and Snape were doused with the liquid. Hermione felt a warm sensation on her chest. She looked down and noted with surprise that her Time Turner was glowing through her robes.
"Um, Professor Snape?"
~*~