Okay then you know the routine, the charcters aren't mine etc. the plot is even though it's blegh. Review if you like yadda, yadda, yadda.
A/N In this chpt Herm is just sooo obviously not depressed, but it's essential to the plot that she does this and not mope in this chpt.
Death
"I- what do you mean Professor?" Surely she wasn't that affected by his death? Was she?
"You know what I mean. Ever since Potter died you've been going around with a face that looks like it has the worries of the world behind it. Professor McGonagall or one of the other teachers would have had brought it up with you if they weren't so scared of worrying you more!" By Snape's tone of voice Hermione could tell that he definitely wasn't bothered if he upset her.
"I-I don't really understand sir."
"Yes you do. You've just lost a friend and you don't seem to be bothered to those who don't look close enough, to those who do you' ve obviously been seriously upset for lack of a better word! If you don't talk about it to someone it'll build up inside of you and you'll be a broken girl!" This was getting too close for comfort for Hermione.
"I have to go to Charms class now Professor."
"You may go but think about what I said."
"Yes Professor." replied Hermione and fled.
*****
"Flippin heck, 'Mione! What on earth did he say to you? You look like you're about to cry!" with his usual eloquence Ron announced his where abouts.
Turning to face the pillar that Ron was leaning on Hermione answered him as calmly as she could.
"Nothing It's just one of my bad days."
"And it's not like they happen very often is it?" mumbled Ron, in a tone just out of Hermione's hearing.
"Ron, how did you feel when you were told that Harry was dead?" asked Hermione rather thoughtfully, as they were climbing the stairs out of the dungeons.
"Well, I guess I felt proud kinda proud as well as sad. You know that my best mate defeated V-Voldemort," ever since Voldemort's defeat, Dumbledore had tried to encourage everyone to use The Dark Lord's proper name "It's a dead cool thing to tell people."
"No I mean how did you feel when he was dead? I don't mean how did you feel about the way he died."
"Oh right, well I got lonely a bit like you did but like you I got over it. You know, Harry wouldn't have wanted us to stay depressed about his death all of our lives."
"Yeah I suppose he-."
"Ah Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley. You've finally decided to grace us with your presence." Professor Bellman sarcastically drawled. Over the summer holidays Professor Flitwick had somehow managed to fall off his stack of books while cleaning his desk, so Professor Bellman had stepped into his place.
"Sorry Professor, Professor Snape wanted a word after class."
"Right then today we will be learning the * Charm (A/N sorry can't think of a nice sounding charm)."
******
"Hermione! Wake up!"
"Hmm, dawannawakeup, gobackseep."
"Herm! For the love of the Gods get up! You have a test in half an hour!"
"What?" A test was a sure fire way to wake Hermione Granger, girl genius, up.
"Man, you totally fell for that!"
"Ronald Weasley you are incorrigible! Waking me up at, at.." checking the clock Hermione continued, "At 7:30 is just plain rude especially when I was having a particularly nice dream about a free shopping day!"
"Jeez, Herm no need to lose your rag okay? Anyway how come you fell asleep down here rather than in your luxurious prefect room?"
"Huh? Oh right. Erm, I was just reading and I guess I lost track of time and fell asleep."
"Well, I suggest you don't do it again if you're gonna fall asleep on the book, you have a long imprint from the book all the way down your cheek."
"Great," struck by a sudden thought hermione asked, "hey what did you get in that Potions test? The rankings were supposed to go up today weren't they?"
"Um yeah." looking sufficiently ashamed Ron told her that he had got 53%. Struggling not to laugh and just about succeeding, Hermione managed to get out the words,
"What did I get?"
"Aah, now then we need the proper ceremony to anounce this," Jumping off the chair next to the table Hermione had been resting on Ron coughed and declared, "Miss Hermione Granger from the house of Gryffindor has received the commendable score of, fanfare please..... 100%. Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-daaaaah."
"You're kidding?"
"Would I?"
"Yes, I guess you would. Oh what did Malfoy get?"
"85%. Guess his dad won't be pleased by that." Grinning devilishly Ron snickered "Fancy coming for a stroll tonight? I just happen to know what the Slytherin password is, and I have a few notes that look just like they were written by Lucius Malfoy, and well let's just say that they aren't the usual 'Well done, son' notes."
"Ron as I've said before now you are malice personified!"
"Not sure what that means but I'll take it as an insult and thank you."
"All right then what time?"
"About 11 then we'll get in their common room at about half past, and we can plant the notes and be out of there at 12 and be back here by 12:30, that sound okay to you?"
"Yup, let's have a look at these notes then."
"Finally the grouch has retreated and Hermione Granger is back." Flashing Hermione a smile Ron went to fetch the notes.
*****
"Herm, you awake?" just about visible, Ron was standing in Hermione's door hissing at her to wake up.
"Okay I'm up see? Now then, have you got those notes that are going to 'magically' appear on Malfoy's bedside table?"
"Of course, now get up!"
"Ron I am up, I'm standing next to you." The daily 'Is Ron really sane?' thought flitted across Hermione's mind.
"Right, okay then. I knew that. Well? Are we going or not?" Glaring at Hermione Ron covered himself with his invisibility cloak and sauntered out of her room. Crossing her room Hermione grabbed her invisibility cloak and ran after Ron
"Gawd, as much as I love the Weasley's I wish Harry hadn't left all his money to them." The prominent thought in her mind was Fred and George's trick shop, already Zonko's was out of business as a result from how much in demand the tricks from Weasley's Wicked Tricks were.
"Herm are you coming or not?"
"I said I am didn't I?"
"Well hurry up then!"
With arms outstretched Hermione made her way along the corridors and down all of the stair cases without falling over once, from the bumps and curses she heard from ahead of her it was quite clear that Ron was having difficulties navigating without the torches, which there was an obvious lack of once you got nearer to the Slytherin common room.
"Herm are you there?" A tousled red haired head was floating some six feet off the floor.
"Yes, so what's the password?"
"Would you believe it, it's revenge." strange though it was it was fitting as this was really the ultimate revenge. Along with the notes of Malfoy's 'Doting' father, Fred and George upon hearing of the scheme had donated some of their finer little charms and tricks. Ron repeated the password but directly into the wall and it swung open.
"Shame we haven't got a camera." whispered Hermione as she thought about Malfoy's face when he woke up with his bed writhing with snakes that no one else could see.
"Do you think he'll know it was us?" asked Ron as they climbed the stairs to the boy's dormitories, "I mean if anyone ever fount out it was us who turned Malfoy's nose purple we'll be in Big Trouble."
"Not many people roam the halls at this time of night, except of course Snape, but don't forget we have these cloaks."
"Right, okay so do you know which room is his?" lowering his voice further Ron became almost inaudible.
"Yes, he was boasting about it in arithmancy the other day, it's apparantly the one with yew doorframes, as, when yew is exposed to magic for a period of time, it tends to absorb the magic and it's potential can be used by the yew. People like to use yew for doors and frames as it likes to protect whatever it i-"
"Enough with the girl genius thing okay? I'm guessing this is his room so we're now gonna have to be silent okay? Here's half of the notes and a few charms and tricks. Just put them where ever okay?"
"Got it." Gathering the charms and things to her, Hermione pushed open the yew door and peered inside, like most of the other rooms it had large four poster beds with drapes around them, the only difference was that the only bed was Malfoy's. Either he had decided that they breathed too loudly for him to sleep or they had left after hearing him talk about himself all of the time.
The charms were in little packages which needed to be tapped by a wand, then point to the receiver of the charm, and some unfortunate soul will have an extra limb or some other misfortune. After placing the notes on Malfoy's bedside table, Hermione charmed the bed and changed Malfoy's appearance slightly. Staggering about for a while, hunting Ron down Hermione bumped into a large invisible body. Grabbing the closest protruding body part, Hermione dragged Ron outside, and out of the Slytherin common room.
"Get off my nose Mione you're hurting me!"
"Sorry Ron I didn't know I was holding your nose, here let me look at it."
"Yeah right, like that's gonna happen you'd probably wrench it off!" Grinning at his strange sense of humour Hermione asked what time it was.
"About 12:05 actually."
"Right so are we going to go back now or what?"
"Yeah we are, else some teacher'll come along and we'll be busted."
"Okay then let's go."
"You go ahead I've lost a slipper, I'll just look for it and come after you okay? Tell you what take the cloak off so I can see you."
"What about the teachers and ghosts?"
"Don't worry everyone with an ounce of sanity would be in bed."
"Ronald Weasley are you implying that I am not sane?"
"Erm gotta go look for that slipper see you in a min'." Ron's voice receeded so that 'in a min'' was a mere whisper. Taking off the cloak was easier said than done, as it had a lot of buttons clasps and numerous other things to ensure the wearer does not trip over and reveal himself. Once free of the cloak, Hermione wished she had put something more substatial than a pair of white shorts and a skimpy white tee-shirt proclaiming: 'Surfers Do It Standing Up', shivering with the cold Hermione did not hear the figure descend upon her until the last moment.
"Miss Granger what a pleasant surprise." addressing her as silkily as if she were in class, Severus Snape looked down upon her from his considerable height with a gleam in his eyes that sent a chill to the centre of her bones.
*****
hehehehehehe, evil I hear you say? Well perhaps a little but not much. It's Sev's fault, he made me do it! well once again I will ask you to press that little button in the bottom left corner, all you need is to type in whether it has potential or whether it is a load of rabbit droppings.
-x-Kylaia-x-
(Please don't put in *too* much of the latter.)
A/N In this chpt Herm is just sooo obviously not depressed, but it's essential to the plot that she does this and not mope in this chpt.
Death
"I- what do you mean Professor?" Surely she wasn't that affected by his death? Was she?
"You know what I mean. Ever since Potter died you've been going around with a face that looks like it has the worries of the world behind it. Professor McGonagall or one of the other teachers would have had brought it up with you if they weren't so scared of worrying you more!" By Snape's tone of voice Hermione could tell that he definitely wasn't bothered if he upset her.
"I-I don't really understand sir."
"Yes you do. You've just lost a friend and you don't seem to be bothered to those who don't look close enough, to those who do you' ve obviously been seriously upset for lack of a better word! If you don't talk about it to someone it'll build up inside of you and you'll be a broken girl!" This was getting too close for comfort for Hermione.
"I have to go to Charms class now Professor."
"You may go but think about what I said."
"Yes Professor." replied Hermione and fled.
*****
"Flippin heck, 'Mione! What on earth did he say to you? You look like you're about to cry!" with his usual eloquence Ron announced his where abouts.
Turning to face the pillar that Ron was leaning on Hermione answered him as calmly as she could.
"Nothing It's just one of my bad days."
"And it's not like they happen very often is it?" mumbled Ron, in a tone just out of Hermione's hearing.
"Ron, how did you feel when you were told that Harry was dead?" asked Hermione rather thoughtfully, as they were climbing the stairs out of the dungeons.
"Well, I guess I felt proud kinda proud as well as sad. You know that my best mate defeated V-Voldemort," ever since Voldemort's defeat, Dumbledore had tried to encourage everyone to use The Dark Lord's proper name "It's a dead cool thing to tell people."
"No I mean how did you feel when he was dead? I don't mean how did you feel about the way he died."
"Oh right, well I got lonely a bit like you did but like you I got over it. You know, Harry wouldn't have wanted us to stay depressed about his death all of our lives."
"Yeah I suppose he-."
"Ah Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley. You've finally decided to grace us with your presence." Professor Bellman sarcastically drawled. Over the summer holidays Professor Flitwick had somehow managed to fall off his stack of books while cleaning his desk, so Professor Bellman had stepped into his place.
"Sorry Professor, Professor Snape wanted a word after class."
"Right then today we will be learning the * Charm (A/N sorry can't think of a nice sounding charm)."
******
"Hermione! Wake up!"
"Hmm, dawannawakeup, gobackseep."
"Herm! For the love of the Gods get up! You have a test in half an hour!"
"What?" A test was a sure fire way to wake Hermione Granger, girl genius, up.
"Man, you totally fell for that!"
"Ronald Weasley you are incorrigible! Waking me up at, at.." checking the clock Hermione continued, "At 7:30 is just plain rude especially when I was having a particularly nice dream about a free shopping day!"
"Jeez, Herm no need to lose your rag okay? Anyway how come you fell asleep down here rather than in your luxurious prefect room?"
"Huh? Oh right. Erm, I was just reading and I guess I lost track of time and fell asleep."
"Well, I suggest you don't do it again if you're gonna fall asleep on the book, you have a long imprint from the book all the way down your cheek."
"Great," struck by a sudden thought hermione asked, "hey what did you get in that Potions test? The rankings were supposed to go up today weren't they?"
"Um yeah." looking sufficiently ashamed Ron told her that he had got 53%. Struggling not to laugh and just about succeeding, Hermione managed to get out the words,
"What did I get?"
"Aah, now then we need the proper ceremony to anounce this," Jumping off the chair next to the table Hermione had been resting on Ron coughed and declared, "Miss Hermione Granger from the house of Gryffindor has received the commendable score of, fanfare please..... 100%. Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-daaaaah."
"You're kidding?"
"Would I?"
"Yes, I guess you would. Oh what did Malfoy get?"
"85%. Guess his dad won't be pleased by that." Grinning devilishly Ron snickered "Fancy coming for a stroll tonight? I just happen to know what the Slytherin password is, and I have a few notes that look just like they were written by Lucius Malfoy, and well let's just say that they aren't the usual 'Well done, son' notes."
"Ron as I've said before now you are malice personified!"
"Not sure what that means but I'll take it as an insult and thank you."
"All right then what time?"
"About 11 then we'll get in their common room at about half past, and we can plant the notes and be out of there at 12 and be back here by 12:30, that sound okay to you?"
"Yup, let's have a look at these notes then."
"Finally the grouch has retreated and Hermione Granger is back." Flashing Hermione a smile Ron went to fetch the notes.
*****
"Herm, you awake?" just about visible, Ron was standing in Hermione's door hissing at her to wake up.
"Okay I'm up see? Now then, have you got those notes that are going to 'magically' appear on Malfoy's bedside table?"
"Of course, now get up!"
"Ron I am up, I'm standing next to you." The daily 'Is Ron really sane?' thought flitted across Hermione's mind.
"Right, okay then. I knew that. Well? Are we going or not?" Glaring at Hermione Ron covered himself with his invisibility cloak and sauntered out of her room. Crossing her room Hermione grabbed her invisibility cloak and ran after Ron
"Gawd, as much as I love the Weasley's I wish Harry hadn't left all his money to them." The prominent thought in her mind was Fred and George's trick shop, already Zonko's was out of business as a result from how much in demand the tricks from Weasley's Wicked Tricks were.
"Herm are you coming or not?"
"I said I am didn't I?"
"Well hurry up then!"
With arms outstretched Hermione made her way along the corridors and down all of the stair cases without falling over once, from the bumps and curses she heard from ahead of her it was quite clear that Ron was having difficulties navigating without the torches, which there was an obvious lack of once you got nearer to the Slytherin common room.
"Herm are you there?" A tousled red haired head was floating some six feet off the floor.
"Yes, so what's the password?"
"Would you believe it, it's revenge." strange though it was it was fitting as this was really the ultimate revenge. Along with the notes of Malfoy's 'Doting' father, Fred and George upon hearing of the scheme had donated some of their finer little charms and tricks. Ron repeated the password but directly into the wall and it swung open.
"Shame we haven't got a camera." whispered Hermione as she thought about Malfoy's face when he woke up with his bed writhing with snakes that no one else could see.
"Do you think he'll know it was us?" asked Ron as they climbed the stairs to the boy's dormitories, "I mean if anyone ever fount out it was us who turned Malfoy's nose purple we'll be in Big Trouble."
"Not many people roam the halls at this time of night, except of course Snape, but don't forget we have these cloaks."
"Right, okay so do you know which room is his?" lowering his voice further Ron became almost inaudible.
"Yes, he was boasting about it in arithmancy the other day, it's apparantly the one with yew doorframes, as, when yew is exposed to magic for a period of time, it tends to absorb the magic and it's potential can be used by the yew. People like to use yew for doors and frames as it likes to protect whatever it i-"
"Enough with the girl genius thing okay? I'm guessing this is his room so we're now gonna have to be silent okay? Here's half of the notes and a few charms and tricks. Just put them where ever okay?"
"Got it." Gathering the charms and things to her, Hermione pushed open the yew door and peered inside, like most of the other rooms it had large four poster beds with drapes around them, the only difference was that the only bed was Malfoy's. Either he had decided that they breathed too loudly for him to sleep or they had left after hearing him talk about himself all of the time.
The charms were in little packages which needed to be tapped by a wand, then point to the receiver of the charm, and some unfortunate soul will have an extra limb or some other misfortune. After placing the notes on Malfoy's bedside table, Hermione charmed the bed and changed Malfoy's appearance slightly. Staggering about for a while, hunting Ron down Hermione bumped into a large invisible body. Grabbing the closest protruding body part, Hermione dragged Ron outside, and out of the Slytherin common room.
"Get off my nose Mione you're hurting me!"
"Sorry Ron I didn't know I was holding your nose, here let me look at it."
"Yeah right, like that's gonna happen you'd probably wrench it off!" Grinning at his strange sense of humour Hermione asked what time it was.
"About 12:05 actually."
"Right so are we going to go back now or what?"
"Yeah we are, else some teacher'll come along and we'll be busted."
"Okay then let's go."
"You go ahead I've lost a slipper, I'll just look for it and come after you okay? Tell you what take the cloak off so I can see you."
"What about the teachers and ghosts?"
"Don't worry everyone with an ounce of sanity would be in bed."
"Ronald Weasley are you implying that I am not sane?"
"Erm gotta go look for that slipper see you in a min'." Ron's voice receeded so that 'in a min'' was a mere whisper. Taking off the cloak was easier said than done, as it had a lot of buttons clasps and numerous other things to ensure the wearer does not trip over and reveal himself. Once free of the cloak, Hermione wished she had put something more substatial than a pair of white shorts and a skimpy white tee-shirt proclaiming: 'Surfers Do It Standing Up', shivering with the cold Hermione did not hear the figure descend upon her until the last moment.
"Miss Granger what a pleasant surprise." addressing her as silkily as if she were in class, Severus Snape looked down upon her from his considerable height with a gleam in his eyes that sent a chill to the centre of her bones.
*****
hehehehehehe, evil I hear you say? Well perhaps a little but not much. It's Sev's fault, he made me do it! well once again I will ask you to press that little button in the bottom left corner, all you need is to type in whether it has potential or whether it is a load of rabbit droppings.
-x-Kylaia-x-
(Please don't put in *too* much of the latter.)