Ok, I am not sure how this chapter is going to turn out, but I will do my best and give you my best.
Chapter 5- Hermione's French
The next moring Hermione awoke back in her dormintory. Getting up, she swore when she felt the stiffness in her body, from the potion. She conjored up and mirror and saw that her face was spotless, it was the only place on her body she could completely hide, her wounds, with magic. If Hermione removed the magic-cover, there would be scarrs and bruises all over her face, like there was on the rest of her body.
"Uhhhhgg....I feel and look like shit, wonderful!", Hermione muttered sarcasticly to herself, as she hunted for clean robes. Then she noticed that her hands weren't in the best of shape. There were burns, brusises, scratches, and scarrs all over her visible skin, as well as the un-visible skin. All in all it was going to be quit hard to keep her wounds from her fellow students and teachers. This was the worst "they" had ever done to her, she didn't know why.
Finally finding a clean uniform, Hermione head out of her privite dorm, the wonders of being a prefet, and headed down to the common room, the one that normal Gryffindors used.
It was empty, everyone must have already gone to breakfast. She went and sat down in her usual corner
and began to do a report on the book she had read about gillyweed, for extra credit. It annoyed the hell out of her, but she had to keep up the act of be an insufferable-know-it-all, as Professor Snape had it so nicely. Her real interest was dueling, she didn't know why, maybe because of who she was.
"Hmmm......where is my schedual?? It has to be here somewhere.," she muttered to herself, looking around in her bag.
Finally finding it, she looked at it and gasped. It was later than she had thought, she was about to be late for her first class, potions with the Sytherians! "Danmit! This is so fucked up! The dugeons are all the way on the other side of the school!"
She grabbed her stuff and ran out of the common room, and down the many halls and stairways, towards the dungeons.
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"Granger you are late, care to exsplain why?," asked the cold sarcastic voice of Professor Snape, as Hermione came huffing in just 3 minutes late. She was about to do what she usually did when she did something that dipleased a professor, apologize profusly and beg them to not take off points. But something was different this time, she didn't want to keep acting like a suck up and a perfect little student. All her anger and pain was begenning to catch up with her, and she had to let some of it lose.
She answered him,"Actually I was late because I was doing more important things, none of which are your business!"
Snape looked shocked for a minute, and then his face positively burned with rage. "How dare you! You...you.......freak!! Thirty points from Gryffindor!! No, make that 50!!! And mock my words, Dumbledore will hear about this!! Now go sit down!," he seethed, his face a particualrly nice shade of purple.
Hermione did nothing but roll her eyes, glared at anyone who dared glare at her for losing 50 House Points, and then went to her seat. As she was walking by Draco, he slipped his hand into her robes for a second, dropping something in her pocket and then let her be on her way.
Reaching her seat in the far back corner, she sat and opened the note.
Hermione,
Meet me on the edge of the Forbidden Forest tonight, after dinner. I need to talk to you, and don't think about not showing, because if you don't. I will tell everyone what you can do, and that you get the shit beat out of you regularly.
D.
Hermione looked at him and glared her icyist glare, hating him at that moment. He had a power over her, no matter how small, it pissed the hell out of her. She hated be told what to do, and to be black mailed. The bastard!
She sighed and wrote on the back of the note......
D.
You bastard! I will meet you, at the Forest, but I swear if you even think about telling anyone about what you know, then I will get sent to Azkaban for doing an unforgiviable on a student! You'll do well to remember that!
H.
..........and balled it up and threw it at his head. She nailed him in the side of his head, laughing while he tried to hide it from Pansy Parkinson, who was trying to take it from him.
His face turned just a shite paler after he read her note, and he gulped. Hermione smiled at him evily and started on the asignment, finishing first as usual.
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Professor Snape dimmised his 6th year Potions about 15 minutes earlier, because he needed to talk to Dumbledore about Granger.
He hurried down the halls and came to Dumbledore's office entrance, the gargoyle smiling at him in a way that made him want to curse the statue. "Double Bubble.," Snape said at the gargoyle, and it jumped aside to let him enter.
When he got to Dumbledore's office, Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, eating......somthing.
"What are you eating? It lookes like a slug!," said Snape disgusted at the thought.
Dumbledore just smiled and said," It's a muggle candy called gum, I believe, it is very good. Would you like some?"
Snape shook his head and said impatiently,"No, there is something I need to tell you, it's about my last meeting with you-know-who.," Dumbledore sat up straight and listened intently," He seems to have a new interest in a student her, Ms. Granger. I have no clue why, he only asked me if she was being a know-it-all-as usual.," he finished, with a worried look on his face.
The headmaster of Hogwarts, actually looked surprized for once, it almost made his face unregonizable, because he usually had the look that said he knew more than he let on. "How could he know about Ms. Granger, period? Have you ever mentioned her when you were particualrly mad about something? Perhaps to another Death Eater, who then told Voldemort?," when Dumbledore said Voldermort, Snape flinched.
Snape answered," No, of course not! I would never give away information like that!"
"Calm down, Severus, I was only asking.," said the older wizard," Well then there is only one thing we can do, we wait. Weather we are waiting for Ms. Granger to tell us if she knows anything, or if we are waiting for Voldemore to make his first move. Either way, we must wait and be alert at all times. Do you understand Severus??," asked the headmaster worridly.
"Yes, of course. Now I must go, I have my 7th years to teach in about 20 minutes.," answered Snape.
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Somewhere near the window, on a ledge, crouched Hermoine. She had been listening to the whole conversation, and she did not like what she had heard. She thought to herself, 'I shan't tell them a thing. It is better for everyone if no one knows, they don't need to. I can take care of this myself.'
Then she climbed down and began walking to her next class, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts.
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Down the hall, where no student or teacher had ever had time or had to interest to explore, the painting of the women with purple eyes and silver hair, smiled sadly. It looked as if she knew something that no one else knew, and she did not plan on telling anyone anytime soon. All would be revealed soon enough.
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Well, that's all for this chapter, I hope it kept your interest for at least a little while. Also, I want to say sorry to Serpent De Fu, I guess we were both acting rude, huh? Well, ja-ne till next time.
Chapter 5- Hermione's French
The next moring Hermione awoke back in her dormintory. Getting up, she swore when she felt the stiffness in her body, from the potion. She conjored up and mirror and saw that her face was spotless, it was the only place on her body she could completely hide, her wounds, with magic. If Hermione removed the magic-cover, there would be scarrs and bruises all over her face, like there was on the rest of her body.
"Uhhhhgg....I feel and look like shit, wonderful!", Hermione muttered sarcasticly to herself, as she hunted for clean robes. Then she noticed that her hands weren't in the best of shape. There were burns, brusises, scratches, and scarrs all over her visible skin, as well as the un-visible skin. All in all it was going to be quit hard to keep her wounds from her fellow students and teachers. This was the worst "they" had ever done to her, she didn't know why.
Finally finding a clean uniform, Hermione head out of her privite dorm, the wonders of being a prefet, and headed down to the common room, the one that normal Gryffindors used.
It was empty, everyone must have already gone to breakfast. She went and sat down in her usual corner
and began to do a report on the book she had read about gillyweed, for extra credit. It annoyed the hell out of her, but she had to keep up the act of be an insufferable-know-it-all, as Professor Snape had it so nicely. Her real interest was dueling, she didn't know why, maybe because of who she was.
"Hmmm......where is my schedual?? It has to be here somewhere.," she muttered to herself, looking around in her bag.
Finally finding it, she looked at it and gasped. It was later than she had thought, she was about to be late for her first class, potions with the Sytherians! "Danmit! This is so fucked up! The dugeons are all the way on the other side of the school!"
She grabbed her stuff and ran out of the common room, and down the many halls and stairways, towards the dungeons.
* * * * * * * *
"Granger you are late, care to exsplain why?," asked the cold sarcastic voice of Professor Snape, as Hermione came huffing in just 3 minutes late. She was about to do what she usually did when she did something that dipleased a professor, apologize profusly and beg them to not take off points. But something was different this time, she didn't want to keep acting like a suck up and a perfect little student. All her anger and pain was begenning to catch up with her, and she had to let some of it lose.
She answered him,"Actually I was late because I was doing more important things, none of which are your business!"
Snape looked shocked for a minute, and then his face positively burned with rage. "How dare you! You...you.......freak!! Thirty points from Gryffindor!! No, make that 50!!! And mock my words, Dumbledore will hear about this!! Now go sit down!," he seethed, his face a particualrly nice shade of purple.
Hermione did nothing but roll her eyes, glared at anyone who dared glare at her for losing 50 House Points, and then went to her seat. As she was walking by Draco, he slipped his hand into her robes for a second, dropping something in her pocket and then let her be on her way.
Reaching her seat in the far back corner, she sat and opened the note.
Hermione,
Meet me on the edge of the Forbidden Forest tonight, after dinner. I need to talk to you, and don't think about not showing, because if you don't. I will tell everyone what you can do, and that you get the shit beat out of you regularly.
D.
Hermione looked at him and glared her icyist glare, hating him at that moment. He had a power over her, no matter how small, it pissed the hell out of her. She hated be told what to do, and to be black mailed. The bastard!
She sighed and wrote on the back of the note......
D.
You bastard! I will meet you, at the Forest, but I swear if you even think about telling anyone about what you know, then I will get sent to Azkaban for doing an unforgiviable on a student! You'll do well to remember that!
H.
..........and balled it up and threw it at his head. She nailed him in the side of his head, laughing while he tried to hide it from Pansy Parkinson, who was trying to take it from him.
His face turned just a shite paler after he read her note, and he gulped. Hermione smiled at him evily and started on the asignment, finishing first as usual.
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Professor Snape dimmised his 6th year Potions about 15 minutes earlier, because he needed to talk to Dumbledore about Granger.
He hurried down the halls and came to Dumbledore's office entrance, the gargoyle smiling at him in a way that made him want to curse the statue. "Double Bubble.," Snape said at the gargoyle, and it jumped aside to let him enter.
When he got to Dumbledore's office, Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, eating......somthing.
"What are you eating? It lookes like a slug!," said Snape disgusted at the thought.
Dumbledore just smiled and said," It's a muggle candy called gum, I believe, it is very good. Would you like some?"
Snape shook his head and said impatiently,"No, there is something I need to tell you, it's about my last meeting with you-know-who.," Dumbledore sat up straight and listened intently," He seems to have a new interest in a student her, Ms. Granger. I have no clue why, he only asked me if she was being a know-it-all-as usual.," he finished, with a worried look on his face.
The headmaster of Hogwarts, actually looked surprized for once, it almost made his face unregonizable, because he usually had the look that said he knew more than he let on. "How could he know about Ms. Granger, period? Have you ever mentioned her when you were particualrly mad about something? Perhaps to another Death Eater, who then told Voldemort?," when Dumbledore said Voldermort, Snape flinched.
Snape answered," No, of course not! I would never give away information like that!"
"Calm down, Severus, I was only asking.," said the older wizard," Well then there is only one thing we can do, we wait. Weather we are waiting for Ms. Granger to tell us if she knows anything, or if we are waiting for Voldemore to make his first move. Either way, we must wait and be alert at all times. Do you understand Severus??," asked the headmaster worridly.
"Yes, of course. Now I must go, I have my 7th years to teach in about 20 minutes.," answered Snape.
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Somewhere near the window, on a ledge, crouched Hermoine. She had been listening to the whole conversation, and she did not like what she had heard. She thought to herself, 'I shan't tell them a thing. It is better for everyone if no one knows, they don't need to. I can take care of this myself.'
Then she climbed down and began walking to her next class, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts.
****************
Down the hall, where no student or teacher had ever had time or had to interest to explore, the painting of the women with purple eyes and silver hair, smiled sadly. It looked as if she knew something that no one else knew, and she did not plan on telling anyone anytime soon. All would be revealed soon enough.
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Well, that's all for this chapter, I hope it kept your interest for at least a little while. Also, I want to say sorry to Serpent De Fu, I guess we were both acting rude, huh? Well, ja-ne till next time.