Mean Moaning Myrtle (Chapter Two)
"Oohhh. Look who's here. The once popular Gryfindor prefect. presenting. Miss Hermione Granger. Not looking good today are we huh? Jeered moaning Myrtle.
"If you have nothing nice or constructive to say [Go. (sob) . away.]" hissed Hermione.
"Touché.humph.not polite are you? What's wrong with you anyway? Broken up with your boyfriend have you? Or should I rephrase it as. About to break up with your boyfriend are you?" laughed Myrtle wickedly watching Hermione go ghostly white.
"How did you know?" (loud sob)
"Who doesn't? I'm not surprised if Dumbledore knows. Not very nice are you. Not worth anything you are. Hope he ditches you. SLUT.SLUT.SLUTTY.SLUTTY.SLUT."
"Go away pea brain" yelled Hermione viciously. You don't know anything. and I'... I'm not a slut!"
"Sure, I know everything.I know you're a.SLUT." launched Myrtle singing her song (she's has made up a song with only the word slut in) accompanying it with what appeared to be a dance. (If this was put onto videotape it would seem as if Myrtle was just wiggling her butt.)
With this Hermione grabs the closest thing, (which happens to be a library book [Hogwart' s a history]) and throws it at moaning Myrtle, missing her by about a meter, Hermione who is now very frustrated grabs her Arithmancy book and this too soars into the air towards Myrtle. Slow as Myrtle is, [author's note: - as Hermione has correctly pointed out to us earlier Myrtle unfortunately does have a pea brain. Ha! Ha!] she soon realises that she was the target; zooming down the toilet she carries on chanting:
"SLUT.SLUT. SLUTTY.SLUTTY .SLUT"
"Shut up!" screeched Hermione flushing the toilet in frustration.
Closing the toilet lid she sits on it. 'Oh my god...what have I done.the whole school knows.Dumbledore.McGonagall. Harry.Ginny.Fred and George.Oh Ron.I'm so sorry' distressed Hermione clawed at her face with her hands. 'Have to see Ron.apologise.Yeah.Ron.Have to see Ron.apologise.' Grabbing her bag Hermione hurries to the Gryffindor common room. [ha!!! She' s forgotten to clean her face!]
"Portelius Lemea."
"Indeed!" replied the fat lady giving Hermione a rather sour look.
Hermione rushed through the doorway. On entering the common room, hundreds of eyes were glaring unblinkingly at her. Ron however, was trying his best to ignore her. Turning away from her, he slowly proceeded to the boys' dormitory, Harry following him. Taking a quick look at the now handsome, fifth year Ron, Hermione had a flashback. It was just the day before when they were closely huddled comfortably in a window seat in the common room.getting busy.(not homework.the other one) when Ron gave her, her first love-bite. 'Snap out of it Hermione!' Unconsciously her hand trails over the swollen area.
"Urr.Ron.can I .umm.have a private word with you?" asked a quiet timid Hermione, squirming uncomfortably on the spot, well aware of all the angry faces.
"You have guts showing your face here, Granger!" spat Ron fiercely. "There is nothing more to say Granger. What's done is done. The past cannot be changed. We're finished. Fini. Finito. Fertig. End. There is no us. No we. There is nothing."
[author's note: - Hermione, Hermione.what have you done?.Read on to know more.Please, Review. Tell me what you think. Any suggestions? Comments. Good and critical comments will be happily acknowledged.]
"Oohhh. Look who's here. The once popular Gryfindor prefect. presenting. Miss Hermione Granger. Not looking good today are we huh? Jeered moaning Myrtle.
"If you have nothing nice or constructive to say [Go. (sob) . away.]" hissed Hermione.
"Touché.humph.not polite are you? What's wrong with you anyway? Broken up with your boyfriend have you? Or should I rephrase it as. About to break up with your boyfriend are you?" laughed Myrtle wickedly watching Hermione go ghostly white.
"How did you know?" (loud sob)
"Who doesn't? I'm not surprised if Dumbledore knows. Not very nice are you. Not worth anything you are. Hope he ditches you. SLUT.SLUT.SLUTTY.SLUTTY.SLUT."
"Go away pea brain" yelled Hermione viciously. You don't know anything. and I'... I'm not a slut!"
"Sure, I know everything.I know you're a.SLUT." launched Myrtle singing her song (she's has made up a song with only the word slut in) accompanying it with what appeared to be a dance. (If this was put onto videotape it would seem as if Myrtle was just wiggling her butt.)
With this Hermione grabs the closest thing, (which happens to be a library book [Hogwart' s a history]) and throws it at moaning Myrtle, missing her by about a meter, Hermione who is now very frustrated grabs her Arithmancy book and this too soars into the air towards Myrtle. Slow as Myrtle is, [author's note: - as Hermione has correctly pointed out to us earlier Myrtle unfortunately does have a pea brain. Ha! Ha!] she soon realises that she was the target; zooming down the toilet she carries on chanting:
"SLUT.SLUT. SLUTTY.SLUTTY .SLUT"
"Shut up!" screeched Hermione flushing the toilet in frustration.
Closing the toilet lid she sits on it. 'Oh my god...what have I done.the whole school knows.Dumbledore.McGonagall. Harry.Ginny.Fred and George.Oh Ron.I'm so sorry' distressed Hermione clawed at her face with her hands. 'Have to see Ron.apologise.Yeah.Ron.Have to see Ron.apologise.' Grabbing her bag Hermione hurries to the Gryffindor common room. [ha!!! She' s forgotten to clean her face!]
"Portelius Lemea."
"Indeed!" replied the fat lady giving Hermione a rather sour look.
Hermione rushed through the doorway. On entering the common room, hundreds of eyes were glaring unblinkingly at her. Ron however, was trying his best to ignore her. Turning away from her, he slowly proceeded to the boys' dormitory, Harry following him. Taking a quick look at the now handsome, fifth year Ron, Hermione had a flashback. It was just the day before when they were closely huddled comfortably in a window seat in the common room.getting busy.(not homework.the other one) when Ron gave her, her first love-bite. 'Snap out of it Hermione!' Unconsciously her hand trails over the swollen area.
"Urr.Ron.can I .umm.have a private word with you?" asked a quiet timid Hermione, squirming uncomfortably on the spot, well aware of all the angry faces.
"You have guts showing your face here, Granger!" spat Ron fiercely. "There is nothing more to say Granger. What's done is done. The past cannot be changed. We're finished. Fini. Finito. Fertig. End. There is no us. No we. There is nothing."
[author's note: - Hermione, Hermione.what have you done?.Read on to know more.Please, Review. Tell me what you think. Any suggestions? Comments. Good and critical comments will be happily acknowledged.]