Hello everyone, Lawwwren here, this is my first fic so I hope you enjoy it.
I was sick of all the usual love couple (H/Hr, R/Hr, H/G, etc, etc) so I decided to split up the Golden Three and use my originality as much as possible. Please review, I loove people telling me they like what I've done, and even if you just say what you don't like about it, I will treasure the time you've taken to write back.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own the wonderful world of Potter. If I did, I'd be too busy rolling in all that money to write this, but I don't, so I can't, so I am. OK?
Hermione's Point. By Lawwwren
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Hermione jumped with a start as her alarm clock buzzed noisily in her ear. She covered her head with her blankets as she remembered the humiliation from the night before. Maybe I should just go back to sleep, she thought, I'm not sure I can face anyone today after that.
"Hermione, are you going to get up or are you going to stay there?" asked Parvarti Patil,
"We figured you are probably going to stay in bed for the rest of the week after what you did last night. Harry and Ron wanted to know if you were up and we said you probably weren't going to get up, so they said they'd see you at breakfast if you changed your mind," added Lavender Brown.
Hermione sighed, "No, I'm getting up." She took a deep breath, threw back the covers and got out of bed.
No worries, she thought, I can do this. I'll bet no one - well, other than Parvarti and Lavender - will remember what happened.
She got changed slowly - people may not remember what had happened, but she decided to let the Great Hall empty a little anyway.
When she emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later, she found Parvarti and Lavender still standing there, waiting for her.
"We thought you might need the moral support," Lavender told her matter-of- factly.
Hermione took a deep breath and opened the door of her dormitory. The Gryffindor common room was blessedly empty.
"Do you think every one will still remember?" she asked timidly.
"Hermione. People will still be talking about this, years after you've left. People will come up to you in the street, and know every little detail. You'll have to change schools, get an unlisted number, change your name, get plastic surgery, live always looking over your shoulder..."
"Thanks a lot." Hermione cut off Parvarti. Lavender was overcome with a sudden fit of giggles, so she and Parvarti left Hermione to enter the Great Hall alone.
Great, she thought, and steeled herself for entry.
Nobody looked up as she entered the Great Hall. Nobody laughed at her as she crossed to the Gryffindor table. No one noticed her at all.
She slid into the seat beside Harry with a sigh of relief.
"Hello, hello. Look who decided to join us," said Harry, "you took your time getting down here,"
Hermione shrugged, embarrassed, "I thought everyone would still be on about last night."
Harry and Ron laughed, "Yeah, well. Fred and George have been looking for you though," said Ron, "They haven't forgotten yet."
"Nor have we," added Harry, "You shot off to bed before we got a chance to talk to you though. What on Earth were you going to do?"
Hermione let her mind drift back to the events of the night before.
It was the first, annual, house Duel-Off.
***
"And now, if everyone would like to move out onto the grassy areas around the lake, we will began the Dueling contest." Dumbledore's voice told the assembled students.
They had all moved out onto the grass, chattering excitedly at the new events that were occurring. First, the Duel-Off, then a Ball the following week, and finally, a whole-school trip to Hogsmeade to see the New-Year's Fantastic Fireworks.
But the duel turned out to be a major disaster, at least for Hermione.
The duel began with the first years sending sparks at each other.
The second years proved to be more interesting to watch, with one Hufflepuff girl getting her arm broken, one Ravenclaw boy still jumping in circles four hours later, and one Slytherin boy needing stitches above his eye. Gryffindor came out victorious in both the first and second years.
The third and fourth years were a good source for more hexes.
Then came the fifth years.
Ernie Macmillan faced Vincent Crabbe first, Crabbe rendered unconscious after poking himself in the eye with his own wand.
Then Harry faced Malfoy. Snape never could resist a chance to light sparks between the two, and the Duel-Off was no exception.
"Wingcardigus!" cried Harry; Malfoy sprouted great ugly wings and was lifted of the ground, directed by Harry's wand. Unfortunately, this didn't stop him hexing Harry.
"Grundigalusoodium" made Harry act like a pig.
The pair were quickly taken off the stage, as many sensed the fight would go on for ages.
Then, it was Hermione's turn.
Looking up, Hermione found herself facing Neville Longbottom.
Shaking herself slightly, she looked at McGonagall.
"He's in my house."
And there'd be no point me even trying.
"I'm your opponent."
Hermione had looked up to see James Colonel, a Ravenclaw who she had had a crush on for over a year.
He was also the only person to even vaguely rival herself as top of the year.
Light brown hair spiked up all over his head, piercing blue eyes, golden- brown skin, James had dated almost every girl in the year level since he had begun at Hogwarts halfway through their second year, after transferring from A. A. W. W. (American Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry).
He flashed her a smile full of pearly white teeth as Dumbledore counted them in.
"Monsoonico" was swept aside by a brush of his wand.
"Gillespietto" whizzed over her head as she ducked the curse.
"Lightcurnium" smashed into "Drispoleto"
"Gillespietto" came at her hard again when she was caught off guard, and she found herself come over with the absurd feeling that she needed to kiss James. Walking in an almost dream state, she fought hard to get out of the hex before she reached him.
When she was leaning in to put her lips on his, the spell disappeared, and everyone had burst into laughter as she fled the stage, running until she reached her dormitory and was safely in bed.
***
"Earth to Hermione, Earth to Hermione. Do you read?"
"Sorry. I was just thinking about last night."
"You didn't answer my question. What were you going to do? It looked suspiciously like you were going to kiss him."
Hermione blushed, "I was. It was the hex. He got me with the... opposite hex." She lied, changing tack at the last second. It had actually been a desire hex, where the victim's last thought was turned against them. In her case, she had been thinking about how she had a crush on James.
"The opposite hex takes your last thought and grants the exact opposite. My last thought had been how much that guy bugs me, I mean, he's been here for like, two and a half years and already he's dated almost every girl at Hogwarts."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, then back at Hermione, and said at the exact same time, "Ohhhhh."
Hermione looked at them evenly, "What does that mean?"
The pair grinned, "Nothing," they chorused.
Hermione groaned and concentrated on eating her breakfast. The problem with her friends was that they knew her way too well.
***
Unfortunately, not everyone had forgotten about the events from the previous night. On the way to Arithmancy, Hermione's bag split. After hurriedly picking up all her books and hurrying on her way, she turned a corner at top speed, only to crash headlong into none other than James Colonel himself. And of course, she lost all her books again.
"oof. Sorry, Hermione."
She waved off his apology, "no, no. It was my fault. I should slow down."
He flashed her another grin as he bent down to pick up her books.
"Arithmancy? I didn't know you were in my Arithmancy class."
"Yeah. Speaking, of Arithmancy, we'd better hurry up, because class just started."
The pair hurried towards their Arithmancy classroom, where they apologised to Professor Vector and, to Hermione's mortification, slid into the two last seats left, next to one another at the back of the classroom.
After ten minutes of scribbling down notes, the class was set to work solving problems in pairs.
"So. How do we start this? I think that if you take the extra...James? Are you listening?"
"Yes I was listening. I just don't agree with your method."
"I didn't even finish explaining it."
"Yes you did. You think we should take the extra member and place him on the other side, which would leave the first side with one less player, eliminating people one at a time from the first side."
"How did you know that?"
James grinned, "That was the first thought that crossed my mind." He went on to explain what was wrong with Hermione's idea and suggested a new one.
Hermione considered him, shocked. Perhaps he's smarter than I gave him credit for, she thought, almost crossly.
The lesson flew by.
Professor Vector beckoned to James and Hermione at the end of the lesson. The pair approached her desk as the rest of the class filed out of the classroom.
"I was wondering whether the two of you would like to consider doing an extra-curricular project for me," she began, "as you two are the only two who I consider up to it. Don't tell anyone else I said that, though," she added.
Hermione grinned at the word 'extra-curricular'.
Professor Vector began to explain the task.
James grinned also, "I'm in," he said, almost immediately.
Hermione nodded also, "sounds like fun," she agreed.
"Good," replied Vector, "I'll excuse you from the last twenty minutes each lesson from now on to work on it, if you like, so long as you keep up in class. You may leave."
Hermione almost skipped as she left the classroom. She would be working on a three-month project with none other than James Colonel!
She was so happy that she ran into Ron coming out of a corridor with Harry. She grinned at them.
"How was Divination?" she practically squealed, not bothering to keep the excitement out of her voice.
Harry and Ron exchanged a look and both worked hard to keep straight faces.
"What?" asked Hermione, her excitement ebbing slightly, "what are you laughing at?"
Harry grinned and threw a casual arm around her shoulders, "Hermione...we're very happy for you," he told her in a low confidential voice. Ron, behind them had lost his control and was rolling around on the floor, laughing hysterically, "but you should really try to keep a better control on yourself if you don't want everyone else to know."
"What?"
"Do you remember in Charms when we did those emotion displaying charms? How Flitwick said that when a witch or wizard becomes extremely excited, angry, upset, etc, they can develop a disease where his/her feelings become literally written all over his/her face?"
Hermione felt herself go white and then red.
"I think that may be what happened to your face."
Now feeling impossibly embarrassed, Hermione pulled out her Charms mirror and inspected her face. Sure enough there was writing all over her face. It read:
James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel
"Oh my God," whispered Hermione, now terrified. Instantly, the mirror changed. The writing now read:
Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God
Hermione put the mirror back in her bag and covered her face with her hands. Could this day go more wrong? She wondered, feeling the writing ripple across her face. She looked up at Harry.
"It now says 'Could this day go any more wrong?'. But Hermione..." Harry added innocently, "I thought you were just all excited about..."
"Oh shut up, Harry," replied Hermione, causing Ron to relapse into fits of laughter.
Hermione sighed, her mind whirling, "Do you think I should go to Madam Pomfrey?"
Harry nodded. Hermione gave Ron a dirty look and stalked off towards the hospital wing.
***
Hope you enjoyed that, PLEASE review. (reviews are like oxygen, reviews are a many, splendid things, reviews, lift us up where we belong, all you need is reviews!) Ok, **gains some sanity** Chapter 2 will be up soon. Thanks for reading!
I was sick of all the usual love couple (H/Hr, R/Hr, H/G, etc, etc) so I decided to split up the Golden Three and use my originality as much as possible. Please review, I loove people telling me they like what I've done, and even if you just say what you don't like about it, I will treasure the time you've taken to write back.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own the wonderful world of Potter. If I did, I'd be too busy rolling in all that money to write this, but I don't, so I can't, so I am. OK?
Hermione's Point. By Lawwwren
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Hermione jumped with a start as her alarm clock buzzed noisily in her ear. She covered her head with her blankets as she remembered the humiliation from the night before. Maybe I should just go back to sleep, she thought, I'm not sure I can face anyone today after that.
"Hermione, are you going to get up or are you going to stay there?" asked Parvarti Patil,
"We figured you are probably going to stay in bed for the rest of the week after what you did last night. Harry and Ron wanted to know if you were up and we said you probably weren't going to get up, so they said they'd see you at breakfast if you changed your mind," added Lavender Brown.
Hermione sighed, "No, I'm getting up." She took a deep breath, threw back the covers and got out of bed.
No worries, she thought, I can do this. I'll bet no one - well, other than Parvarti and Lavender - will remember what happened.
She got changed slowly - people may not remember what had happened, but she decided to let the Great Hall empty a little anyway.
When she emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later, she found Parvarti and Lavender still standing there, waiting for her.
"We thought you might need the moral support," Lavender told her matter-of- factly.
Hermione took a deep breath and opened the door of her dormitory. The Gryffindor common room was blessedly empty.
"Do you think every one will still remember?" she asked timidly.
"Hermione. People will still be talking about this, years after you've left. People will come up to you in the street, and know every little detail. You'll have to change schools, get an unlisted number, change your name, get plastic surgery, live always looking over your shoulder..."
"Thanks a lot." Hermione cut off Parvarti. Lavender was overcome with a sudden fit of giggles, so she and Parvarti left Hermione to enter the Great Hall alone.
Great, she thought, and steeled herself for entry.
Nobody looked up as she entered the Great Hall. Nobody laughed at her as she crossed to the Gryffindor table. No one noticed her at all.
She slid into the seat beside Harry with a sigh of relief.
"Hello, hello. Look who decided to join us," said Harry, "you took your time getting down here,"
Hermione shrugged, embarrassed, "I thought everyone would still be on about last night."
Harry and Ron laughed, "Yeah, well. Fred and George have been looking for you though," said Ron, "They haven't forgotten yet."
"Nor have we," added Harry, "You shot off to bed before we got a chance to talk to you though. What on Earth were you going to do?"
Hermione let her mind drift back to the events of the night before.
It was the first, annual, house Duel-Off.
***
"And now, if everyone would like to move out onto the grassy areas around the lake, we will began the Dueling contest." Dumbledore's voice told the assembled students.
They had all moved out onto the grass, chattering excitedly at the new events that were occurring. First, the Duel-Off, then a Ball the following week, and finally, a whole-school trip to Hogsmeade to see the New-Year's Fantastic Fireworks.
But the duel turned out to be a major disaster, at least for Hermione.
The duel began with the first years sending sparks at each other.
The second years proved to be more interesting to watch, with one Hufflepuff girl getting her arm broken, one Ravenclaw boy still jumping in circles four hours later, and one Slytherin boy needing stitches above his eye. Gryffindor came out victorious in both the first and second years.
The third and fourth years were a good source for more hexes.
Then came the fifth years.
Ernie Macmillan faced Vincent Crabbe first, Crabbe rendered unconscious after poking himself in the eye with his own wand.
Then Harry faced Malfoy. Snape never could resist a chance to light sparks between the two, and the Duel-Off was no exception.
"Wingcardigus!" cried Harry; Malfoy sprouted great ugly wings and was lifted of the ground, directed by Harry's wand. Unfortunately, this didn't stop him hexing Harry.
"Grundigalusoodium" made Harry act like a pig.
The pair were quickly taken off the stage, as many sensed the fight would go on for ages.
Then, it was Hermione's turn.
Looking up, Hermione found herself facing Neville Longbottom.
Shaking herself slightly, she looked at McGonagall.
"He's in my house."
And there'd be no point me even trying.
"I'm your opponent."
Hermione had looked up to see James Colonel, a Ravenclaw who she had had a crush on for over a year.
He was also the only person to even vaguely rival herself as top of the year.
Light brown hair spiked up all over his head, piercing blue eyes, golden- brown skin, James had dated almost every girl in the year level since he had begun at Hogwarts halfway through their second year, after transferring from A. A. W. W. (American Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry).
He flashed her a smile full of pearly white teeth as Dumbledore counted them in.
"Monsoonico" was swept aside by a brush of his wand.
"Gillespietto" whizzed over her head as she ducked the curse.
"Lightcurnium" smashed into "Drispoleto"
"Gillespietto" came at her hard again when she was caught off guard, and she found herself come over with the absurd feeling that she needed to kiss James. Walking in an almost dream state, she fought hard to get out of the hex before she reached him.
When she was leaning in to put her lips on his, the spell disappeared, and everyone had burst into laughter as she fled the stage, running until she reached her dormitory and was safely in bed.
***
"Earth to Hermione, Earth to Hermione. Do you read?"
"Sorry. I was just thinking about last night."
"You didn't answer my question. What were you going to do? It looked suspiciously like you were going to kiss him."
Hermione blushed, "I was. It was the hex. He got me with the... opposite hex." She lied, changing tack at the last second. It had actually been a desire hex, where the victim's last thought was turned against them. In her case, she had been thinking about how she had a crush on James.
"The opposite hex takes your last thought and grants the exact opposite. My last thought had been how much that guy bugs me, I mean, he's been here for like, two and a half years and already he's dated almost every girl at Hogwarts."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, then back at Hermione, and said at the exact same time, "Ohhhhh."
Hermione looked at them evenly, "What does that mean?"
The pair grinned, "Nothing," they chorused.
Hermione groaned and concentrated on eating her breakfast. The problem with her friends was that they knew her way too well.
***
Unfortunately, not everyone had forgotten about the events from the previous night. On the way to Arithmancy, Hermione's bag split. After hurriedly picking up all her books and hurrying on her way, she turned a corner at top speed, only to crash headlong into none other than James Colonel himself. And of course, she lost all her books again.
"oof. Sorry, Hermione."
She waved off his apology, "no, no. It was my fault. I should slow down."
He flashed her another grin as he bent down to pick up her books.
"Arithmancy? I didn't know you were in my Arithmancy class."
"Yeah. Speaking, of Arithmancy, we'd better hurry up, because class just started."
The pair hurried towards their Arithmancy classroom, where they apologised to Professor Vector and, to Hermione's mortification, slid into the two last seats left, next to one another at the back of the classroom.
After ten minutes of scribbling down notes, the class was set to work solving problems in pairs.
"So. How do we start this? I think that if you take the extra...James? Are you listening?"
"Yes I was listening. I just don't agree with your method."
"I didn't even finish explaining it."
"Yes you did. You think we should take the extra member and place him on the other side, which would leave the first side with one less player, eliminating people one at a time from the first side."
"How did you know that?"
James grinned, "That was the first thought that crossed my mind." He went on to explain what was wrong with Hermione's idea and suggested a new one.
Hermione considered him, shocked. Perhaps he's smarter than I gave him credit for, she thought, almost crossly.
The lesson flew by.
Professor Vector beckoned to James and Hermione at the end of the lesson. The pair approached her desk as the rest of the class filed out of the classroom.
"I was wondering whether the two of you would like to consider doing an extra-curricular project for me," she began, "as you two are the only two who I consider up to it. Don't tell anyone else I said that, though," she added.
Hermione grinned at the word 'extra-curricular'.
Professor Vector began to explain the task.
James grinned also, "I'm in," he said, almost immediately.
Hermione nodded also, "sounds like fun," she agreed.
"Good," replied Vector, "I'll excuse you from the last twenty minutes each lesson from now on to work on it, if you like, so long as you keep up in class. You may leave."
Hermione almost skipped as she left the classroom. She would be working on a three-month project with none other than James Colonel!
She was so happy that she ran into Ron coming out of a corridor with Harry. She grinned at them.
"How was Divination?" she practically squealed, not bothering to keep the excitement out of her voice.
Harry and Ron exchanged a look and both worked hard to keep straight faces.
"What?" asked Hermione, her excitement ebbing slightly, "what are you laughing at?"
Harry grinned and threw a casual arm around her shoulders, "Hermione...we're very happy for you," he told her in a low confidential voice. Ron, behind them had lost his control and was rolling around on the floor, laughing hysterically, "but you should really try to keep a better control on yourself if you don't want everyone else to know."
"What?"
"Do you remember in Charms when we did those emotion displaying charms? How Flitwick said that when a witch or wizard becomes extremely excited, angry, upset, etc, they can develop a disease where his/her feelings become literally written all over his/her face?"
Hermione felt herself go white and then red.
"I think that may be what happened to your face."
Now feeling impossibly embarrassed, Hermione pulled out her Charms mirror and inspected her face. Sure enough there was writing all over her face. It read:
James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel James Colonel
"Oh my God," whispered Hermione, now terrified. Instantly, the mirror changed. The writing now read:
Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God
Hermione put the mirror back in her bag and covered her face with her hands. Could this day go more wrong? She wondered, feeling the writing ripple across her face. She looked up at Harry.
"It now says 'Could this day go any more wrong?'. But Hermione..." Harry added innocently, "I thought you were just all excited about..."
"Oh shut up, Harry," replied Hermione, causing Ron to relapse into fits of laughter.
Hermione sighed, her mind whirling, "Do you think I should go to Madam Pomfrey?"
Harry nodded. Hermione gave Ron a dirty look and stalked off towards the hospital wing.
***
Hope you enjoyed that, PLEASE review. (reviews are like oxygen, reviews are a many, splendid things, reviews, lift us up where we belong, all you need is reviews!) Ok, **gains some sanity** Chapter 2 will be up soon. Thanks for reading!