In a blur of green flame, she swirled past many fireplaces until she
finally came through Krum's. "Hermione!" Krum shouted in surprise.
"So you finally learned to say my name, huh? I guess it's about time." Said Hermione matter-of-factly. Krum looked upset. "I'm only joking around with you. I need a little humor right now. I just had a rough morning. Ron is such an.ass, you know?" said Hermione now tearing again. Krum nodded to try to comfort her, even though he actually didn't know.
"I have been working on my speech for you. So you could understand me, and I you. Would you like a drink?
"Um.actually I'm against under-age consumption of intoxicating potions." Said Hermione. Krum only partially understood what she had said so he just stared at her daized. "The strongest I'll have is a butterbeer. If you don't mind." Said Hermione. "All I have is tea," he said. Upset about his plan to shut her up with a strong potion, he began searching for some when he came across one of is fellow roommate's container.
Fluffer-Buzz Powder: One pinch is guaranteed to make your partner buzzed and in the mood. Warning: harmful if overused.
Krum's evil side overtook his sensitive side, and he poured it in a container, and pinched a tad in Hermione's tea. "Here you go. I hope you like it." Said Krum with much enthusiasm. It was horrid. "It's a bit bland. I'll put some sugar in it." Hermione choked, trying not to vomit. She then mistaked the fizz for sugar and put a few spoonfuls in the tea. She then guzzled all of it down to get it over with.
Her face immediately became pale, and she began to stumble over. "What sugar did you use! Oh no! Damnit! Oh god no." Krum said frantically. She opened her mouth as if to say something and then fell backwards. Lifeless. Motionless. She stared inquizitively at the corner but didn't blink.
Krum knew the worst had come true. His urges had caused her to die. He wanted to take advantage of her. He hated himself.
He then realized not only did she die, it was because she was buzzed enough to lose her common sense. She normally wouldn't assume something was sugar. It was like manslaughter. Oh no, he thought. "I am going to Azkaban." He said to no one in particular. But then his evil side gave him an idea. A dark idea. A sick idea. He quickly grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill.
"So you finally learned to say my name, huh? I guess it's about time." Said Hermione matter-of-factly. Krum looked upset. "I'm only joking around with you. I need a little humor right now. I just had a rough morning. Ron is such an.ass, you know?" said Hermione now tearing again. Krum nodded to try to comfort her, even though he actually didn't know.
"I have been working on my speech for you. So you could understand me, and I you. Would you like a drink?
"Um.actually I'm against under-age consumption of intoxicating potions." Said Hermione. Krum only partially understood what she had said so he just stared at her daized. "The strongest I'll have is a butterbeer. If you don't mind." Said Hermione. "All I have is tea," he said. Upset about his plan to shut her up with a strong potion, he began searching for some when he came across one of is fellow roommate's container.
Fluffer-Buzz Powder: One pinch is guaranteed to make your partner buzzed and in the mood. Warning: harmful if overused.
Krum's evil side overtook his sensitive side, and he poured it in a container, and pinched a tad in Hermione's tea. "Here you go. I hope you like it." Said Krum with much enthusiasm. It was horrid. "It's a bit bland. I'll put some sugar in it." Hermione choked, trying not to vomit. She then mistaked the fizz for sugar and put a few spoonfuls in the tea. She then guzzled all of it down to get it over with.
Her face immediately became pale, and she began to stumble over. "What sugar did you use! Oh no! Damnit! Oh god no." Krum said frantically. She opened her mouth as if to say something and then fell backwards. Lifeless. Motionless. She stared inquizitively at the corner but didn't blink.
Krum knew the worst had come true. His urges had caused her to die. He wanted to take advantage of her. He hated himself.
He then realized not only did she die, it was because she was buzzed enough to lose her common sense. She normally wouldn't assume something was sugar. It was like manslaughter. Oh no, he thought. "I am going to Azkaban." He said to no one in particular. But then his evil side gave him an idea. A dark idea. A sick idea. He quickly grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill.