Chapter 3- First-class and Second-class
AN- Oh my! I'm so happy some of you like my story! Thank you so much for your reviews! I really appreciate it! Here's the next chapter! I enjoyed doing this one because I thought of what girls would say when guys become real jerks! You'll see what I mean, girls!
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Hermione was sitting on a bench, quietly reading while waiting for the train to whistle and the conductor to signal everyone that it was time to board the Hogwarts Express. Flipping the pages eagerly, little did she know that a red-headed beast was about to attack his prey from behind. (And you know who, right?)
"Don't even think about it Ron." She said calmly as Ron stopped positioning himself like a tiger.
"You're such a cornball, 'Mione. Just like the past years. . . And how do you know it was me?" Ron wondered.
"Well," she explained as she put the book down in order to face him. "Because you always do that whenever it's the first day of Hogwarts. . . or whenever I'm here reading peacefully and all of a sudden, something surprises me from behind and its always YOU."
Ron scratched his head. "What are you some Professor Trelawny the II?"
"No. I'm just probably a know-it-all muggle, who keeps her nose in all books but who has great friends with her to keep her company," she smiled. "It's so great to see you guys again," she hugged each of them tightly.
"Its great to see you too, 'Mione," replied Harry who was having a hard time to breathe. "Now, would you mind letting me go? I- I can't breathe!"
Realizing this, Hermione immediately let go of Harry and apologized. "Sorry, Harry. By the way, where were you guys this summer? I sent hundreds of thousands of letters and not one did you guys reply to them!"
"We're sorry. . It's just that we've been really busy-"
"Busy?" Hermione raised her eyebrows while crossing her arms. "Busy enough not to reply to your best friend, hmm? I see I'm not important."
"No its just that we've been busy with. . . busy with---er. . . "
"Homework! Yes Homework!" Ron said suddenly. "Always have to keep up with studying, of course!"
"Homework? Studying?" Hermione suspected. "I suppose studying about Quidditch? Well, I'll give you an A on that but on reasons why you can't reply to your friend, I give you an F. Failing to reply to your Friend."
Ron and Harry glanced at each other. "Well-er.. you see. . . we've been practicing for Qudditch matches! You'd want Gryffindor to win right, 'Mione?"
"Of course. . . So I wasted my ink and parchment on nothing? Well, that's not very nice is it? I'm afraid there's only one solution. . ." she concluded raising her forefinger up in the air.
"Oh no!"
"Oh yes! The. . ."
Ron and Harry exchanged looks biting their lips but eyes full of glee. "THE TICKLE MONSTER!"
Hermione pounced on them making the trio fall to the floor that all of them tickled one another making their sides ache because of laughter.
"Well what do we have here?" a familiar drawl came from behind. (Can you guess?) "The Famous and Inseparable Trio. . . Harry Potter with his red- head side kick, Weasley and his girlfriend the mudblood know-it-all, Granger."
The trio stood up, smiles disappear and frowns of disappointment replacing it. "What do you want now Malfoy?" Harry asked exasperatedly.
"Oh nothing," he smirked. "I just happened to come by at some point when you, three, suddenly collapsed to the floor making quite the fool of yourselves. Of course, I was very much concerned that maybe you might've gotten hurt but then again; I shouldn't bother them. They'll know what to do since they have been in the floors, way below us purebloods. And I suppose they do enjoy being stepped on and treated like filthy house- elves."
Ron could feel his temper rising to the boiling point and his fists starting to clench. Hermione had a look of horror in her face when she heard it clearly: Treated like FILTHY house-elves. In her opinion, house- elves are not filthy but creatures that should be treated equally.
"And goodness Granger! Mudbloods like you are already second-class yet still, you don't think its good enough. Why putting yourself down like the rest of the others who are in third-class, isn't much of a bother to you? You're too kind, Granger. Too kind."
Harry was beginning to restrain Ron from his anger to Malfoy as he was about to swoop down on him to tear Malfoy into pieces, in his opinion.
Malfoy approached Hermione slowly looking at her from head to toe. "But of course, Granger, Mudbloods like you wouldn't know the difference between First, Second and Third-class. You're excused, Granger since I know you have no knowledge of what it's like to be in First-class. There, there I perfectly understand your misfortune."
Hermione examined him and circled his path. "You're right, Malfoy. I am only a Second-class and you're in First. Yes, I wish I were like you but I'm afraid I am not. I'm not the best like you am I? Would you like to know what rank you place in everything? I'm sure the teachers say that you're number 1. But I'm afraid they're missing something."
He grinned. He could now feel her breath close to his skin and her hair smelling of Strawberry. Really now a Mudblood falling for him? His thoughts were interrupted by a smack that swept across his face leaving a red hand-print on his cheek.
"Congratulations Malfoy. You just ranked yourself First-class in stupidity and ego." she answered furiously. Harry and Ron just looked at her in disbelief and smirked at Malfoy. They helped her carry her bags into the train and disappeared leaving Malfoy holding his face in which Hermione imprinted her hand on his cheek.
AN: Well? How was it? Tell me! Ü By the way, thank you to the ff:
Shadowwolf2371- Thanks for the complements! Ü What's with the "knuckles" at the end? Ü
Crazy4wood- Thank you! Ü
Ghetto Superstar- It's explained in the 2nd Chapter. I hope you understood it! Thanks for reading it!
Melisande- You're so funny! Ü I like that movie too, you know! Ok, Supreme Ruler of the Universe, here's YOUR chapter! Ü Thanks a lot for the "paragraphed" review! Ü I enjoyed reading it!
AN- Oh my! I'm so happy some of you like my story! Thank you so much for your reviews! I really appreciate it! Here's the next chapter! I enjoyed doing this one because I thought of what girls would say when guys become real jerks! You'll see what I mean, girls!
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Hermione was sitting on a bench, quietly reading while waiting for the train to whistle and the conductor to signal everyone that it was time to board the Hogwarts Express. Flipping the pages eagerly, little did she know that a red-headed beast was about to attack his prey from behind. (And you know who, right?)
"Don't even think about it Ron." She said calmly as Ron stopped positioning himself like a tiger.
"You're such a cornball, 'Mione. Just like the past years. . . And how do you know it was me?" Ron wondered.
"Well," she explained as she put the book down in order to face him. "Because you always do that whenever it's the first day of Hogwarts. . . or whenever I'm here reading peacefully and all of a sudden, something surprises me from behind and its always YOU."
Ron scratched his head. "What are you some Professor Trelawny the II?"
"No. I'm just probably a know-it-all muggle, who keeps her nose in all books but who has great friends with her to keep her company," she smiled. "It's so great to see you guys again," she hugged each of them tightly.
"Its great to see you too, 'Mione," replied Harry who was having a hard time to breathe. "Now, would you mind letting me go? I- I can't breathe!"
Realizing this, Hermione immediately let go of Harry and apologized. "Sorry, Harry. By the way, where were you guys this summer? I sent hundreds of thousands of letters and not one did you guys reply to them!"
"We're sorry. . It's just that we've been really busy-"
"Busy?" Hermione raised her eyebrows while crossing her arms. "Busy enough not to reply to your best friend, hmm? I see I'm not important."
"No its just that we've been busy with. . . busy with---er. . . "
"Homework! Yes Homework!" Ron said suddenly. "Always have to keep up with studying, of course!"
"Homework? Studying?" Hermione suspected. "I suppose studying about Quidditch? Well, I'll give you an A on that but on reasons why you can't reply to your friend, I give you an F. Failing to reply to your Friend."
Ron and Harry glanced at each other. "Well-er.. you see. . . we've been practicing for Qudditch matches! You'd want Gryffindor to win right, 'Mione?"
"Of course. . . So I wasted my ink and parchment on nothing? Well, that's not very nice is it? I'm afraid there's only one solution. . ." she concluded raising her forefinger up in the air.
"Oh no!"
"Oh yes! The. . ."
Ron and Harry exchanged looks biting their lips but eyes full of glee. "THE TICKLE MONSTER!"
Hermione pounced on them making the trio fall to the floor that all of them tickled one another making their sides ache because of laughter.
"Well what do we have here?" a familiar drawl came from behind. (Can you guess?) "The Famous and Inseparable Trio. . . Harry Potter with his red- head side kick, Weasley and his girlfriend the mudblood know-it-all, Granger."
The trio stood up, smiles disappear and frowns of disappointment replacing it. "What do you want now Malfoy?" Harry asked exasperatedly.
"Oh nothing," he smirked. "I just happened to come by at some point when you, three, suddenly collapsed to the floor making quite the fool of yourselves. Of course, I was very much concerned that maybe you might've gotten hurt but then again; I shouldn't bother them. They'll know what to do since they have been in the floors, way below us purebloods. And I suppose they do enjoy being stepped on and treated like filthy house- elves."
Ron could feel his temper rising to the boiling point and his fists starting to clench. Hermione had a look of horror in her face when she heard it clearly: Treated like FILTHY house-elves. In her opinion, house- elves are not filthy but creatures that should be treated equally.
"And goodness Granger! Mudbloods like you are already second-class yet still, you don't think its good enough. Why putting yourself down like the rest of the others who are in third-class, isn't much of a bother to you? You're too kind, Granger. Too kind."
Harry was beginning to restrain Ron from his anger to Malfoy as he was about to swoop down on him to tear Malfoy into pieces, in his opinion.
Malfoy approached Hermione slowly looking at her from head to toe. "But of course, Granger, Mudbloods like you wouldn't know the difference between First, Second and Third-class. You're excused, Granger since I know you have no knowledge of what it's like to be in First-class. There, there I perfectly understand your misfortune."
Hermione examined him and circled his path. "You're right, Malfoy. I am only a Second-class and you're in First. Yes, I wish I were like you but I'm afraid I am not. I'm not the best like you am I? Would you like to know what rank you place in everything? I'm sure the teachers say that you're number 1. But I'm afraid they're missing something."
He grinned. He could now feel her breath close to his skin and her hair smelling of Strawberry. Really now a Mudblood falling for him? His thoughts were interrupted by a smack that swept across his face leaving a red hand-print on his cheek.
"Congratulations Malfoy. You just ranked yourself First-class in stupidity and ego." she answered furiously. Harry and Ron just looked at her in disbelief and smirked at Malfoy. They helped her carry her bags into the train and disappeared leaving Malfoy holding his face in which Hermione imprinted her hand on his cheek.
AN: Well? How was it? Tell me! Ü By the way, thank you to the ff:
Shadowwolf2371- Thanks for the complements! Ü What's with the "knuckles" at the end? Ü
Crazy4wood- Thank you! Ü
Ghetto Superstar- It's explained in the 2nd Chapter. I hope you understood it! Thanks for reading it!
Melisande- You're so funny! Ü I like that movie too, you know! Ok, Supreme Ruler of the Universe, here's YOUR chapter! Ü Thanks a lot for the "paragraphed" review! Ü I enjoyed reading it!