"Miss Granger, pay attention!" cried Professor McGonagol, shaking her head.
"Honestly. I expected better from you."
The Ravenclaws snickered; I rolled my eyes.
"Hermione," Neville whispered, poking my arm. "What's gotten into you today? You've been acting oddly these last few weeks. Is something the matter?"
I looked at him. It was sweet that he cared, but I wasn't in the mood. "Nothing, Neville. I'm just tired."
"Right," he mumbled, turning around and fumbling with his quill.
I groaned quietly. When was this long day ever going to end? After Quidditch practice, I told myself.
"Ah!" someone yelled.
I turned around along with the rest of the students.
"Ron! You're an imbecile!" Harry shouted, standing, exposing a huge blob of blue ink over his robes.
"Oops," Ron mumbled.
"What do you mean 'oops'?" Harry asked. "This is oops." Harry grabbed his wand and said, "Vumeros Conkerte!"
Ron instantly turned into a chicken and was waddling in a circle.
The Ravenclaws burst out laughing. I only rolled my eyes as I mumbled, "Stupidity rules again."
"Class!" Professor McGonagol yelled, walking over to the scene. "Harry! What has gotten into you?" she shrieked.
Harry didn't answer. He just looked at me.
"Ugh!" McGonagol exclaimed, grabbing her wand. "Jetave!"
Ron stood himself up and lunged immediately at Harry. He seized his throat and just started choking him.
"Stop!" I yelled, grabbing Harry's arm. "Stop it!"
Harry pushed Ron down (Ron's hands were still on Harry's neck) and starting punching his gut. "Get off!" he yelled. Ron pulled his hands away from Harry's neck and fought to push him down. I grabbed Harry and pulled him away from Ron, but was no use. He just lunged back.
"Stop this instant!" McGonagol yelled. They didn't stop.
McGonagol rolled her eyes. "Miss Granger," she said, looking at me. "Would you please do the honors?"
I nodded. I grabbed my wand and said, "Kleva Zutemanne!"
The boys suddenly were airborne-and away from each other. Harry flew to one side of the wall and Ron to the other. The Ravenclaws were laughing harder than ever-except for Cho. She ran over to Harry and started asking him if he was okay. Neville fainted. McGonagol called Madam Panfry.
*
Lunch was nothing like it used to be. Ron sat with his sister, Ginny, and Harry sat next to Fred and George, leaving me to associate with myself.
Great.
"Hermione," Neville started. "Something is definitely wrong. You love the pea casserole! Yet, now, you're just playing with it."
I looked down at my food. It was true. I was playing with my food. My fork danced along the mushy nutrients. I wasn't hungry. Seeing my two best friends fight was the last thing I wanted-besides sleeping with Malfoy.
"Hermione?" Neville asked.
"Nothing is wrong, Neville," I muttered, taking a sip of my pumpkin juice.
"You're lying."
"So what if I am?" I asked, standing up. I looked up to see Malfoy staring at me. I didn't really care at this point. He could fuck a tree for all I cared, or better yet, he could fuck the wind.
"I think it would be best-"
"NO one knows what's best for me, Neville." I looked up once more and Malfoy had looked down. Thank you god. "No one." And with that, I stalked out of the Great Hall, praying that no one would follow-even though I knew I wanted Malfoy to.
*
I ran to my only haven. The library. Today was the longest day I've ever had. And Malfoy was the bloody center of it all.
Go figure.
I sat at the table on the farthest corner and leaned my face into my hands. This was not supposed to be happening! My organization-of-things plan had failed. Now everything was a big blob of messy messiness. Ron and Harry were utterly pissed off at each other because of Yours Truly. Malfoy was waiting for me in the Head Boy/Girl chambers. Lavender was probably wondering why I stayed over last night. Dumbledore and the rest of the professors were probably wondering why I had stalked out the way I did. Madam Pince was obviously dumbstruck that I hadn't been to the library for a full week. Snape was disgusted at the fact that I had spoken to his evil pupil, Lizard Breath.
It all started with the devil: Malfoy.
Why did I flirt with that bastard? Was I nuts or something? Something? Yeah, something, that's what I was. I was PSYCHO! PSYCHO NUTCASE WITH MANY SIGNS OF PSYCHOPATH-ISMS!
Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see Malfoy.
Wow. He actually KNEW where the library was.
"What do you want?" I asked, turning away from him and running both hands in my thick hair, grabbing the center of it.
"Why do think I want something?" he asked, sitting across from me.
"Because you're risking your reputation to enter a library. It goes against the unwritten commandments of jerkhood," I answered, laying my limp hands on the table.
"You."
"What?" I asked, scrunching my eyebrows together.
"You asked if I wanted something," he replied, cocking his head slightly to the side. "You."
"You want me?" I asked, dumbfounded. "A bet right?"
He looked astounded at my accusation. "Me? Bet? On you?" he asked, stupefied. "You're kidding me, right?"
"I don't kid," I answered. "And you did bet."
"Okay!" he exclaimed. "So maybe I made a few gambling agreements with Crabbe and Goyle-"
"I can't believe you!" I shouted, standing up.
"What?" he asked, standing, "You think that I wouldn't? Hello! It's me, remember?"
Okay. So he *did* have a point...
"Err..." was all I could say.
"There. Now you believe me." Malfoy sat back down and smiled at me as if we hadn't argued at all. "So, when shall we start?"
"Start what?" I said, completely agitated.
"Our bedtime skirmish."
"Not after that little epistle of bets and gambling!" I yelled, walking away. I walked rather quickly from my regular pace. And it hurt. I mean how could you walk in Jimmy Choos? They were SO painful. I had blisters on my feet from wearing them for only two weeks. And now my little escape was making my normal blisters turn into blood blisters.
Oh joy.
I stepped out of the library and limped to the corner. Then I removed my shoes and examined my poor feet. There were a few blisters, but, thankfully, no blood blisters. I walked all the way back to the Head Boy/Girl chambers, shoes in hand.
"Hermione," someone called out before I could say the password. I turned and became face to face with Ron. What did he want?
The Ravenclaws snickered; I rolled my eyes.
"Hermione," Neville whispered, poking my arm. "What's gotten into you today? You've been acting oddly these last few weeks. Is something the matter?"
I looked at him. It was sweet that he cared, but I wasn't in the mood. "Nothing, Neville. I'm just tired."
"Right," he mumbled, turning around and fumbling with his quill.
I groaned quietly. When was this long day ever going to end? After Quidditch practice, I told myself.
"Ah!" someone yelled.
I turned around along with the rest of the students.
"Ron! You're an imbecile!" Harry shouted, standing, exposing a huge blob of blue ink over his robes.
"Oops," Ron mumbled.
"What do you mean 'oops'?" Harry asked. "This is oops." Harry grabbed his wand and said, "Vumeros Conkerte!"
Ron instantly turned into a chicken and was waddling in a circle.
The Ravenclaws burst out laughing. I only rolled my eyes as I mumbled, "Stupidity rules again."
"Class!" Professor McGonagol yelled, walking over to the scene. "Harry! What has gotten into you?" she shrieked.
Harry didn't answer. He just looked at me.
"Ugh!" McGonagol exclaimed, grabbing her wand. "Jetave!"
Ron stood himself up and lunged immediately at Harry. He seized his throat and just started choking him.
"Stop!" I yelled, grabbing Harry's arm. "Stop it!"
Harry pushed Ron down (Ron's hands were still on Harry's neck) and starting punching his gut. "Get off!" he yelled. Ron pulled his hands away from Harry's neck and fought to push him down. I grabbed Harry and pulled him away from Ron, but was no use. He just lunged back.
"Stop this instant!" McGonagol yelled. They didn't stop.
McGonagol rolled her eyes. "Miss Granger," she said, looking at me. "Would you please do the honors?"
I nodded. I grabbed my wand and said, "Kleva Zutemanne!"
The boys suddenly were airborne-and away from each other. Harry flew to one side of the wall and Ron to the other. The Ravenclaws were laughing harder than ever-except for Cho. She ran over to Harry and started asking him if he was okay. Neville fainted. McGonagol called Madam Panfry.
*
Lunch was nothing like it used to be. Ron sat with his sister, Ginny, and Harry sat next to Fred and George, leaving me to associate with myself.
Great.
"Hermione," Neville started. "Something is definitely wrong. You love the pea casserole! Yet, now, you're just playing with it."
I looked down at my food. It was true. I was playing with my food. My fork danced along the mushy nutrients. I wasn't hungry. Seeing my two best friends fight was the last thing I wanted-besides sleeping with Malfoy.
"Hermione?" Neville asked.
"Nothing is wrong, Neville," I muttered, taking a sip of my pumpkin juice.
"You're lying."
"So what if I am?" I asked, standing up. I looked up to see Malfoy staring at me. I didn't really care at this point. He could fuck a tree for all I cared, or better yet, he could fuck the wind.
"I think it would be best-"
"NO one knows what's best for me, Neville." I looked up once more and Malfoy had looked down. Thank you god. "No one." And with that, I stalked out of the Great Hall, praying that no one would follow-even though I knew I wanted Malfoy to.
*
I ran to my only haven. The library. Today was the longest day I've ever had. And Malfoy was the bloody center of it all.
Go figure.
I sat at the table on the farthest corner and leaned my face into my hands. This was not supposed to be happening! My organization-of-things plan had failed. Now everything was a big blob of messy messiness. Ron and Harry were utterly pissed off at each other because of Yours Truly. Malfoy was waiting for me in the Head Boy/Girl chambers. Lavender was probably wondering why I stayed over last night. Dumbledore and the rest of the professors were probably wondering why I had stalked out the way I did. Madam Pince was obviously dumbstruck that I hadn't been to the library for a full week. Snape was disgusted at the fact that I had spoken to his evil pupil, Lizard Breath.
It all started with the devil: Malfoy.
Why did I flirt with that bastard? Was I nuts or something? Something? Yeah, something, that's what I was. I was PSYCHO! PSYCHO NUTCASE WITH MANY SIGNS OF PSYCHOPATH-ISMS!
Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see Malfoy.
Wow. He actually KNEW where the library was.
"What do you want?" I asked, turning away from him and running both hands in my thick hair, grabbing the center of it.
"Why do think I want something?" he asked, sitting across from me.
"Because you're risking your reputation to enter a library. It goes against the unwritten commandments of jerkhood," I answered, laying my limp hands on the table.
"You."
"What?" I asked, scrunching my eyebrows together.
"You asked if I wanted something," he replied, cocking his head slightly to the side. "You."
"You want me?" I asked, dumbfounded. "A bet right?"
He looked astounded at my accusation. "Me? Bet? On you?" he asked, stupefied. "You're kidding me, right?"
"I don't kid," I answered. "And you did bet."
"Okay!" he exclaimed. "So maybe I made a few gambling agreements with Crabbe and Goyle-"
"I can't believe you!" I shouted, standing up.
"What?" he asked, standing, "You think that I wouldn't? Hello! It's me, remember?"
Okay. So he *did* have a point...
"Err..." was all I could say.
"There. Now you believe me." Malfoy sat back down and smiled at me as if we hadn't argued at all. "So, when shall we start?"
"Start what?" I said, completely agitated.
"Our bedtime skirmish."
"Not after that little epistle of bets and gambling!" I yelled, walking away. I walked rather quickly from my regular pace. And it hurt. I mean how could you walk in Jimmy Choos? They were SO painful. I had blisters on my feet from wearing them for only two weeks. And now my little escape was making my normal blisters turn into blood blisters.
Oh joy.
I stepped out of the library and limped to the corner. Then I removed my shoes and examined my poor feet. There were a few blisters, but, thankfully, no blood blisters. I walked all the way back to the Head Boy/Girl chambers, shoes in hand.
"Hermione," someone called out before I could say the password. I turned and became face to face with Ron. What did he want?
