Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT! Hermione sang in a conga rhythm. "What's up your arse?" Ron enquired knowing she had a problem not because of the way she was talking, but because she had only swore once when a piece of debris had come flying out of Neville's cauldron hitting her on the back.(Snape had taken 35 points off her). "My History of Magic assignment, I swear I left it on the table last night, it's due in today, I can't let Binns down. Ohhhhhhh that took a lot of time." She replied. "It's probably at Hagrid's" Ron said. "Now, Moving on, I need you to help me get revenge on..." "Hagrid! Of course!" She gave Ron a peck on the cheek at ran off at full throttle. "Bitch!" Ron proclaimed. "She didn't even help me!" Eating kippers at the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy, a racist boy with peroxide yellow hair spotted Hermione running like a very fast troll was in close pursuit. "Run MudBlood, Run" He half-snickered, half-yelled ducking so a teacher wouldn't see him. Without a second glance, Hermione held her wand over her shoulder and yelled 'cutus'. The decorated Christmas Tree behind Malfoy lost its balance and fell on and Goyle and Malfoy. They both gave loud shreaks as it smothered them. (Crabbe managed to jump out of the way at the last minute. He landed on a second year who had to spend 3 days at the infirmary). Hermione in her mad rush, didn't notice the Man in tattered robes coming through the main door. Crunch! They collided. Hermione bounced back and landed on her back while the man staggered around blindly before landing in the broom cupboard. "Watch where your goin' ya stupid git", he yelled as soon as he managed to get out of the broom closet on two feet. Hermione would of apologised - but she was lying on her back kicking her legs like a poisoned cockroach, even if she hadn't got winded, the weight of her shoulder bag dragged her down. The man sighed and offered his hand she took it and with a lot of effort, managed to pull her up. "Gawd, what do ya have in your bag, a bloody Rewaters Dragon" (ironically a close relation to the Norwegian Ridge Back). "Books and..." she cut off "Who are you?" "The exorcist". "Exorcist, for what" "Dumbledore sent me to sedate Peeves the Poltergeist, said he's been worse than ever, I offered to have him depoltergeisted or removed, but he said it livened the place up, kind of mad that fool..." But it was too late, Hermione had already picked her wand up, and was sprinting full speed towards Hagrid's. She burst in the hut. "HAGRID!" "Garr"! Hagrid fell off his bed and fell on a small chair. "Bloody hell, it's polite to knock fir..." "Got it!" She screamed in blissful joy. "What's the time, Oh" She held out her wand "Timus". A thin wand of smoke came from her wand forming the numerals 9:17. "Ahhhhhh, I'm late" she screamed. She ran off at full speed. "Nice to see you too" Hagrid mumbled grumpily. Breathing fast, Hermione ran like there was no tomorrow. Just ahead in her line of vision, she saw some kind of magazine. "No time to see" she thought "better move so I don't slip over". But it was too late. She slipped over and for the second time she landed on her back. She started to weep.