Don't Curse
By Jammie-Bro
Chapter 3
*I've been
Watching your world from afar
And i've been
Trying to be where you are
And I've been
Secretly falling apart
To me
You're strange and you're beautiful
To me
You 're cute and you're wonderful
And I've been
Secretly falling for you....*
God, I am going to have to stop being a helpless romantic. I'm getting to the point that if I get any more involved with this romantic junk I am going to start sighing for no reason, gazing off into space all the time with glazed eyes and losing a grip of my schoolwork. THAT WILL NOT HAPPEN! For some strange reason, that song keeps getting stuck in my head. It's like when you know something, but you don't know WHERE you know it from. I swear I've never heard that song before, but it just randomly popped into my head. I seem to know it so clearly that I think I could probably play it on the piano. But I don't even play the bloody piano! Now hermione, don't swear. You're sinking down to Ron's level.
I'm currently sitting in the Gryffindor common room, dong my homework and studying. The books are piled around me, I have my miggy's magical noters and muggle post-it notes stuck all over the place, and some of the former occasionally singing at me. But I can't concentrate. Ususally I can just switch off from the rest of the world, but at the moment it seems impossible. That song won't remove itself from my head. It's a nice song and all, but it's really getting to me now. Where on earth did it come from? Get lost, you stupid song.
But no, IT WON'T GO!!!!
In my anger, I kicked the table leg really hard, hoping that the pain will drive it out of me, but no. I ended up clutching my head in distress.
~*~3rd Person~*~.
CLUNK.
Harry and Ron looked up from their game of Wizard's chess to see Hermione kicking the pulp out of the common room table she usually worked at, whilst almost tearing her hair out in the process. Both got up and walked over to the fuming girl.
"You all right, 'Mione?" Ron asked.
"No," she whined angrily, "I've got the most annoying song in the history of humanity stuck in my head." She kicked the table again.
"Is it the Hamsterdance song?" Harry asked eagerly.
"Or that evil T.A.T.U song?" Ron asked, just as eagerly.
"NO!!" Hermione shouted at the top of her lungs. The two boys cowered in shock.
"What kind of song IS it then?" Harry inquired nevously. "And how did it get there?"
"It's a love song, and I don't know." She replied.
Fred and George walked up, and had obviously overheard the conversation (it wasn't very hard to, the way Hermione was shouting.)
"Love songs eh?" Fred commented, raising an eyebrow. "Who are they about, the table you keep abusing?" The weasley twins laughed, and Ron joined in too until Hermione glared at him. The twins made a hasty exit, and Harry patted Hermione on the back in a supportive way, trying to calm the fuming teen down, whilst Ron fiddled with his fingers.
"Don't worry hermione, I'm sure the song will dissapear from your head in time."
Hermione suffered another part-insomnia-driven night that evening, as the song still refused to go. But due to the past experiences with windows, she stayed securely in her bed, wrapped in thoughts of HIM and how to get rid of the song she didn't know. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, the girl drifted into an uneasy slumber. A figure quietly came through the door, checking she was asleep. He gently touched her cheek and whispered,
"Goodnight, 'Mione."
~*~
"RIGHT, FIFTH YEARS." Proffesor Medusa sneered. She stalked along the front of the benches like an over-hungry cheetah, but her hair seemed to take on the characteristics of a completely different animal, as the long green tendrils that inched down her back rattled with every step she took. "I'm supposed to be educating you on Assyrian winged bulls and the uproar they caused when they tried to bewitch humans, but, as you don't seem up to that yet, we will begin on Sabbat confession nymphs."
There was a small gasp from a few people in the class.
Proffessor Medusa noticed this, and a twisted smile leeced onto her face.
"Aah, so some of you know about confession nymphs. Splendid, what can you tell me about them?"
Hermione nevously raised her hand.
"Sabbat confession nymphs were widely used in the Russian rebellion, and in questioning weaker prisoners when the dementors know when there is something praying on their minds. Only wizards and witches that have been trained can overcome their magic. The nymhs send the person into a kind of trance, and they confess in many different ways to all sorts of things. Once they have finished, the person wakes up, only vaugely remembering what he or she had confessed to." There were small nods coming from the back of the classroom.
Proffessor Medusa crinkled her unnaturally long nose in annoyance. "Right, it seems that there is no need for me to explain any more." She skulked to one side to reveal a covered, wierdly shaped, glass tank. It was about as big as a photo booth, and from what the fifth years could see, had a door on one side, and the whole booth seemed to be glowing a strange transluscent blue, even with the heavy black velvet cover atop of it.
Proffessor Medusa awquardly pulled off the fabric. " 2 Sabbat confession nymphs."
Most of the class gawped, and Lavender even exclaimed "how cute!" at the beings. They were only about a foot long, and a bright pearly white. The two creatures were like ghosts, but thier bodies down to their tiny waists were opaque. Below that, their bodies became transluscent and got darker until it faded into a black mist. They had almost cat-like faces, but out of their heads sprouted elf ears, and large black vizors hung over hidden eyes. Gleaming gold shoulder plates, heavily engraven, seemed to attach themselves to the tiny arms, which spread into simple and beautiful wings.
"Well, now, Before you came into the class I gave the two nymphs all your names in a hat, and they have analysed you, seeing if any of you have anything...interesting to confess." With that, the two nymphs quickly conjoured a hat and slowly drew out a piece of parchment. Everyone was on the edges of their seats, hoping it wouldn't be them. Finally, after what seemed like hours waiting in turmoil, proffessor Medusa read out the slip.
"Hermione Granger."
A/N: Ooh! Cliffhanger! Plz, I want reviews, + more suggestions on coupling!!! Grrth. need feedback.
By Jammie-Bro
Chapter 3
*I've been
Watching your world from afar
And i've been
Trying to be where you are
And I've been
Secretly falling apart
To me
You're strange and you're beautiful
To me
You 're cute and you're wonderful
And I've been
Secretly falling for you....*
God, I am going to have to stop being a helpless romantic. I'm getting to the point that if I get any more involved with this romantic junk I am going to start sighing for no reason, gazing off into space all the time with glazed eyes and losing a grip of my schoolwork. THAT WILL NOT HAPPEN! For some strange reason, that song keeps getting stuck in my head. It's like when you know something, but you don't know WHERE you know it from. I swear I've never heard that song before, but it just randomly popped into my head. I seem to know it so clearly that I think I could probably play it on the piano. But I don't even play the bloody piano! Now hermione, don't swear. You're sinking down to Ron's level.
I'm currently sitting in the Gryffindor common room, dong my homework and studying. The books are piled around me, I have my miggy's magical noters and muggle post-it notes stuck all over the place, and some of the former occasionally singing at me. But I can't concentrate. Ususally I can just switch off from the rest of the world, but at the moment it seems impossible. That song won't remove itself from my head. It's a nice song and all, but it's really getting to me now. Where on earth did it come from? Get lost, you stupid song.
But no, IT WON'T GO!!!!
In my anger, I kicked the table leg really hard, hoping that the pain will drive it out of me, but no. I ended up clutching my head in distress.
~*~3rd Person~*~.
CLUNK.
Harry and Ron looked up from their game of Wizard's chess to see Hermione kicking the pulp out of the common room table she usually worked at, whilst almost tearing her hair out in the process. Both got up and walked over to the fuming girl.
"You all right, 'Mione?" Ron asked.
"No," she whined angrily, "I've got the most annoying song in the history of humanity stuck in my head." She kicked the table again.
"Is it the Hamsterdance song?" Harry asked eagerly.
"Or that evil T.A.T.U song?" Ron asked, just as eagerly.
"NO!!" Hermione shouted at the top of her lungs. The two boys cowered in shock.
"What kind of song IS it then?" Harry inquired nevously. "And how did it get there?"
"It's a love song, and I don't know." She replied.
Fred and George walked up, and had obviously overheard the conversation (it wasn't very hard to, the way Hermione was shouting.)
"Love songs eh?" Fred commented, raising an eyebrow. "Who are they about, the table you keep abusing?" The weasley twins laughed, and Ron joined in too until Hermione glared at him. The twins made a hasty exit, and Harry patted Hermione on the back in a supportive way, trying to calm the fuming teen down, whilst Ron fiddled with his fingers.
"Don't worry hermione, I'm sure the song will dissapear from your head in time."
Hermione suffered another part-insomnia-driven night that evening, as the song still refused to go. But due to the past experiences with windows, she stayed securely in her bed, wrapped in thoughts of HIM and how to get rid of the song she didn't know. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, the girl drifted into an uneasy slumber. A figure quietly came through the door, checking she was asleep. He gently touched her cheek and whispered,
"Goodnight, 'Mione."
~*~
"RIGHT, FIFTH YEARS." Proffesor Medusa sneered. She stalked along the front of the benches like an over-hungry cheetah, but her hair seemed to take on the characteristics of a completely different animal, as the long green tendrils that inched down her back rattled with every step she took. "I'm supposed to be educating you on Assyrian winged bulls and the uproar they caused when they tried to bewitch humans, but, as you don't seem up to that yet, we will begin on Sabbat confession nymphs."
There was a small gasp from a few people in the class.
Proffessor Medusa noticed this, and a twisted smile leeced onto her face.
"Aah, so some of you know about confession nymphs. Splendid, what can you tell me about them?"
Hermione nevously raised her hand.
"Sabbat confession nymphs were widely used in the Russian rebellion, and in questioning weaker prisoners when the dementors know when there is something praying on their minds. Only wizards and witches that have been trained can overcome their magic. The nymhs send the person into a kind of trance, and they confess in many different ways to all sorts of things. Once they have finished, the person wakes up, only vaugely remembering what he or she had confessed to." There were small nods coming from the back of the classroom.
Proffessor Medusa crinkled her unnaturally long nose in annoyance. "Right, it seems that there is no need for me to explain any more." She skulked to one side to reveal a covered, wierdly shaped, glass tank. It was about as big as a photo booth, and from what the fifth years could see, had a door on one side, and the whole booth seemed to be glowing a strange transluscent blue, even with the heavy black velvet cover atop of it.
Proffessor Medusa awquardly pulled off the fabric. " 2 Sabbat confession nymphs."
Most of the class gawped, and Lavender even exclaimed "how cute!" at the beings. They were only about a foot long, and a bright pearly white. The two creatures were like ghosts, but thier bodies down to their tiny waists were opaque. Below that, their bodies became transluscent and got darker until it faded into a black mist. They had almost cat-like faces, but out of their heads sprouted elf ears, and large black vizors hung over hidden eyes. Gleaming gold shoulder plates, heavily engraven, seemed to attach themselves to the tiny arms, which spread into simple and beautiful wings.
"Well, now, Before you came into the class I gave the two nymphs all your names in a hat, and they have analysed you, seeing if any of you have anything...interesting to confess." With that, the two nymphs quickly conjoured a hat and slowly drew out a piece of parchment. Everyone was on the edges of their seats, hoping it wouldn't be them. Finally, after what seemed like hours waiting in turmoil, proffessor Medusa read out the slip.
"Hermione Granger."
A/N: Ooh! Cliffhanger! Plz, I want reviews, + more suggestions on coupling!!! Grrth. need feedback.