AN: It is officially winter break!! Saturday...::dramatic sigh:: And I'm
soooo bored, I'll write sumthin right now. And if you're reading this still
you must really like ANs or you're just REALLY BORED, like me ;D EOC NOTE:
This may look long, but I swear, it's only lyrics!
Chapter 6: More Warm Welcomes
Hermione sat in the dark hours after a strengthening potion, vocal cord stretching potion, and a sensing potion. She was thinking too much. Draco had long since hit the sac next to her (AN: Please, like Madam Pomfrey would let them on the *same* bed, the cot next to her!).
She kept sensing something. She didn't know what though. Hermione tried to talk out her problems rationally, but she'd always spout off in Italian. Odd.......
The next morning, although it was morning when she came back from her cloud, well, when the sun went up, Hermione felt like she was crapped and shot out of a canon.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty." She hit Draco with a pillow, only to find him stir slightly, but continue to slumber.
"Oi! Why do I get paired up with someone who's sleep tactics are close to Ron's?" She got up and went to the special lavatory set up to the left of her bed. (AN: I mean, like a door next to her.)
Old Hermione would never do anything like this, but what the hell? She was New Hermione!
"Pelo De-Rizado." She muttered while pointing her wand at her messy, tangled hair. Instantly the frizz was taken out. Hermione still had tangles and it was extremely greasy too. "Grasa Hacia Fuera."
Her greasy locks looked as if she'd just gotten out of the shower and had blown dry her hair.
"Hmm..Enredo Liso?" The tangled mess disappeared. "Ah, the wonders of sleeping in the same room with Lavender for 5 years..."
She looked at her appearance. "Merlin! Look at my eyes!" She spotted her bloodshot eyes, that had enough luggage to last nine weeks in Antartica. (AN: If you don't get joke: You need a lot of clothing for a day. Sweaters, jackets, boots, etc. But wattabout nine weeks?!)
"Ojos Blancos??" She recited, still not sure if it would do anything. Nope, no deniro. "Weibe Augen?" *German, Hermione what are you thinking?! You aren't even supposed to know four languages!* But, her eyes turned magically white, watery, moist, perfect!! "Hmmm. What else?"
She noticed her dry, chapped lips. "Labios Humedos." Her lips turned the promised pink and felt relieving moistness. Instantly she noticed how smelly she was. *Just one thing after another....*
"Uh...Bano de Levanto?" (AN: Here is all the spells that are in Spanish in English: 1. Hair De-Frizz 2. Grease Out 3. Tangle Gone 4. White Eyes 5. Moist Lips and finally 6. Rose Bath) She smelt like her Grandma's garden in the middle of summer. Beautiful, heavenly, and scrumptious!
She then went to see Madam Pomfrey. "Oh, Hermione, you're up!" The lady squealed.
"Yes, but, uh...what day is it?" Hermione felt extremely stupid.
"It is Saturday, dear!" Pomfrey chuckled.
"Oh, okay." Hermione went to change into some different clothes. (AN: Her trunks were brought in there, just in case she needed to stay after she awoke.)
She came out wearing a black mini-skirt, (did I mention she has a lot of those mini-skirts?), and a tight white leather halter top with silver studs outlining the V-neckline. She also gave her lips silver gloss and had sparkly black eye shadow. (Think Christina Aguilera. Very gothic-y, though.) Hermione tied her hair up in her now infamous loose bun.
"Good mornin' Sister Sunshine." Draco's voice was full of amusement. She could only dream of what was coming.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty." Hermione said.
But, before he could say anything, she left. Hermione walked back into Gryffindor waters.
"Well, fancy seeing you again!" The Fat Lady smiled.
"Fairness and Equality." Hermione spat the password. The portrait didn't move.
"Oh, dear, they've changed it!" The Fat Lady said.
"Well, I need my stuff. Can you just tell me what it is?" Hermione pleaded.
"Oh, fine, it is Granger the Traitor. Don't ask me who that is, though! They've been saying dirty things about her all month!" The lady guffawed, obviously recalling the names.
Hermione scowled and ran into the common room, steaming with rage. No one was there, though. It must've been breakfast or some Quidditch trial or match.
Hermione muttered under her breath and stomped into her room. She stuffed everything she needed into a backpack. She then went into the Great Hall, but no one was there. Breakfast was over. She ran to the kitchens as fast as possible in chunky heeled black sandals.
"Miz Granger! Boo-Boo is happy to see Miz Granger is well!" Boo-Boo, her favorite house-elf, welcomed her happily.
"Thank you Boo-Boo! I missed breakfast, though!" Hremione sighed. Instantly ten elves ran to her with a chair and a table.
"Miz Granger eat Boo-Boo's special donuts!" Boo-Boo squealed giving her a huge plate full of chocolate donuts and a mug of hot mocha chocolate. (AN: Yummm! Mocha chocolate, the way Elmo's brother makes it....mmmmm!) She ate and left. When she came back to the Infirmary she was tired of walking.
"Hello, Ms. I-Don't-Wanna-Die-A-" He was interrupted by a very harrassed looking Madam Pomfrey.
"Ms. Granger! You *must* stay here until your strength is back!!!! Oh, and Albus wishes to see you. I did argue and say you were to weak and...." She trailed off, still red from anger.
"Um..yeah, uh, where?" Hermione said.
"Oh, his office the password is..." She remembered, "What is that Weasley twins' thing. Ah! Yes, Canary Cremes."
"Thanks." Hermione said before she ran off. She came to the statue of a bird (? AN: I don't know I just tried to 'member the movie!) .
"Canary Cremes." Hermione said chipper-ly. It opened to the staircase. She hopped up and ran into the rotunda. "Professor Dumbledore?"
"Yes, Ms. Granger?" The man spun around from the chair, like a bad guy, or Dr. Evil in his electric spinning leather chair.
"You wanted to see me?" She sat down in the leather plush in front of him.
"Yes, yes." His eyes twinkled. "I have been informed by a great many...people. It seems they rather you be switched to a more suitable house, after such un-Gryffindor behavior."
"But-Profes-" She began.
"Ah-ah-ah! Ms. Granger you had better look at this." He pulled out a parchment with over 300 Gryffindor students' signature scribbled on it. At the heading it read, "We the people of Gryffindor believe Hermione Granger is a threat and menace to the Gryffindor name. We believe she should be switched." The first two names were Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.
"Fine." She muttered, very steamed indeed. Hermione didn't want to go kung- foo on her headmaster. "When will the hat ceremony be taking place?" Her voice was very quiet and showed almost no emotions, except depression.
"Today, in fact, at dinner...or lunch, whatever is fine by you." He smiled jovially.
"Lunch. Best to get it over with." She got up from her chair.
"Oh, Hermione, welcome back!" He was such a butt and didn't even know it.
She went to the Infirmary to settle things in a calm way, locked up in a closet listening to Marilyn Manson or Blink 182, depending on how strong her feelings were.
"Ms. Granger, I'll be in the Greenhouse 10 if you need me." Madam Pomfrey left quickly.
Hermione, thinking she was alone, locked herself in the coat closet with a charmed muggle radio in hand. *Hmm...The Beautiful People or She Hates Me?* She tried to choose between the two songs.
"Puddle of Mud or Marilyn Manson? Marilyn!" She turned on the radio. The song came on and she started lightly pounding her head on the wall. When it was finished she muttered "Puddle of Mud."
Nothing came.
"SHE HATES ME!! Please??" Hermione screamed at her radio, the charm was *supposed* to let her control settings.
Still, nothing came.
"Bloody Hell!!!!!" She screeched. "NOTHING IS GOING TO GO RIGHT, IS IT??"
The radio tuned in, but it wasn't what she wanted. "Man, a prissy little song."
It was "All The Things She Said" by Tatu. (AN: I luv that song!! It rox!! Those girls are soo cool!!)
Hermione listened, while her mind eased.
SONG
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
This is not enough
I'm in serious s***, I feel totally lost
If I'm asking for help it's only because
Being with you has opened my eyes
Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise?
I keep asking myself, wondering how
I keep closing my eyes but I can't block you out
Wanna fly to a place where it's just you and me
Nobody else so we can be free
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
This is not enough
This is not enough
All the things she said
All the things she said
And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed
They say it's my fault but I want her so much
Wanna fly her away where the sun and rain
Come in over my face, wash away all the shame
When they stop and stare - don't worry me
'Cause I'm feeling for her what she's feeling for me
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head
Mother looking at me
Tell me what do you see?
Yes, I've lost my mind
Daddy looking at me
Will I ever be free?
Have I crossed the line? END
Hermione felt like she had under the influence of rain. Change 'her' to 'him' and BINGO you have a winner! *Wait, not him! Who's him? NO! You won't think that Hermione! But I AM! But-why? Why???*
She had that feeling, the rain-y feeling. She charmed the radio to only repeat Tatu. And she got that feeling........BLACK OUT
Chapter 6: More Warm Welcomes
Hermione sat in the dark hours after a strengthening potion, vocal cord stretching potion, and a sensing potion. She was thinking too much. Draco had long since hit the sac next to her (AN: Please, like Madam Pomfrey would let them on the *same* bed, the cot next to her!).
She kept sensing something. She didn't know what though. Hermione tried to talk out her problems rationally, but she'd always spout off in Italian. Odd.......
The next morning, although it was morning when she came back from her cloud, well, when the sun went up, Hermione felt like she was crapped and shot out of a canon.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty." She hit Draco with a pillow, only to find him stir slightly, but continue to slumber.
"Oi! Why do I get paired up with someone who's sleep tactics are close to Ron's?" She got up and went to the special lavatory set up to the left of her bed. (AN: I mean, like a door next to her.)
Old Hermione would never do anything like this, but what the hell? She was New Hermione!
"Pelo De-Rizado." She muttered while pointing her wand at her messy, tangled hair. Instantly the frizz was taken out. Hermione still had tangles and it was extremely greasy too. "Grasa Hacia Fuera."
Her greasy locks looked as if she'd just gotten out of the shower and had blown dry her hair.
"Hmm..Enredo Liso?" The tangled mess disappeared. "Ah, the wonders of sleeping in the same room with Lavender for 5 years..."
She looked at her appearance. "Merlin! Look at my eyes!" She spotted her bloodshot eyes, that had enough luggage to last nine weeks in Antartica. (AN: If you don't get joke: You need a lot of clothing for a day. Sweaters, jackets, boots, etc. But wattabout nine weeks?!)
"Ojos Blancos??" She recited, still not sure if it would do anything. Nope, no deniro. "Weibe Augen?" *German, Hermione what are you thinking?! You aren't even supposed to know four languages!* But, her eyes turned magically white, watery, moist, perfect!! "Hmmm. What else?"
She noticed her dry, chapped lips. "Labios Humedos." Her lips turned the promised pink and felt relieving moistness. Instantly she noticed how smelly she was. *Just one thing after another....*
"Uh...Bano de Levanto?" (AN: Here is all the spells that are in Spanish in English: 1. Hair De-Frizz 2. Grease Out 3. Tangle Gone 4. White Eyes 5. Moist Lips and finally 6. Rose Bath) She smelt like her Grandma's garden in the middle of summer. Beautiful, heavenly, and scrumptious!
She then went to see Madam Pomfrey. "Oh, Hermione, you're up!" The lady squealed.
"Yes, but, uh...what day is it?" Hermione felt extremely stupid.
"It is Saturday, dear!" Pomfrey chuckled.
"Oh, okay." Hermione went to change into some different clothes. (AN: Her trunks were brought in there, just in case she needed to stay after she awoke.)
She came out wearing a black mini-skirt, (did I mention she has a lot of those mini-skirts?), and a tight white leather halter top with silver studs outlining the V-neckline. She also gave her lips silver gloss and had sparkly black eye shadow. (Think Christina Aguilera. Very gothic-y, though.) Hermione tied her hair up in her now infamous loose bun.
"Good mornin' Sister Sunshine." Draco's voice was full of amusement. She could only dream of what was coming.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty." Hermione said.
But, before he could say anything, she left. Hermione walked back into Gryffindor waters.
"Well, fancy seeing you again!" The Fat Lady smiled.
"Fairness and Equality." Hermione spat the password. The portrait didn't move.
"Oh, dear, they've changed it!" The Fat Lady said.
"Well, I need my stuff. Can you just tell me what it is?" Hermione pleaded.
"Oh, fine, it is Granger the Traitor. Don't ask me who that is, though! They've been saying dirty things about her all month!" The lady guffawed, obviously recalling the names.
Hermione scowled and ran into the common room, steaming with rage. No one was there, though. It must've been breakfast or some Quidditch trial or match.
Hermione muttered under her breath and stomped into her room. She stuffed everything she needed into a backpack. She then went into the Great Hall, but no one was there. Breakfast was over. She ran to the kitchens as fast as possible in chunky heeled black sandals.
"Miz Granger! Boo-Boo is happy to see Miz Granger is well!" Boo-Boo, her favorite house-elf, welcomed her happily.
"Thank you Boo-Boo! I missed breakfast, though!" Hremione sighed. Instantly ten elves ran to her with a chair and a table.
"Miz Granger eat Boo-Boo's special donuts!" Boo-Boo squealed giving her a huge plate full of chocolate donuts and a mug of hot mocha chocolate. (AN: Yummm! Mocha chocolate, the way Elmo's brother makes it....mmmmm!) She ate and left. When she came back to the Infirmary she was tired of walking.
"Hello, Ms. I-Don't-Wanna-Die-A-" He was interrupted by a very harrassed looking Madam Pomfrey.
"Ms. Granger! You *must* stay here until your strength is back!!!! Oh, and Albus wishes to see you. I did argue and say you were to weak and...." She trailed off, still red from anger.
"Um..yeah, uh, where?" Hermione said.
"Oh, his office the password is..." She remembered, "What is that Weasley twins' thing. Ah! Yes, Canary Cremes."
"Thanks." Hermione said before she ran off. She came to the statue of a bird (? AN: I don't know I just tried to 'member the movie!) .
"Canary Cremes." Hermione said chipper-ly. It opened to the staircase. She hopped up and ran into the rotunda. "Professor Dumbledore?"
"Yes, Ms. Granger?" The man spun around from the chair, like a bad guy, or Dr. Evil in his electric spinning leather chair.
"You wanted to see me?" She sat down in the leather plush in front of him.
"Yes, yes." His eyes twinkled. "I have been informed by a great many...people. It seems they rather you be switched to a more suitable house, after such un-Gryffindor behavior."
"But-Profes-" She began.
"Ah-ah-ah! Ms. Granger you had better look at this." He pulled out a parchment with over 300 Gryffindor students' signature scribbled on it. At the heading it read, "We the people of Gryffindor believe Hermione Granger is a threat and menace to the Gryffindor name. We believe she should be switched." The first two names were Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.
"Fine." She muttered, very steamed indeed. Hermione didn't want to go kung- foo on her headmaster. "When will the hat ceremony be taking place?" Her voice was very quiet and showed almost no emotions, except depression.
"Today, in fact, at dinner...or lunch, whatever is fine by you." He smiled jovially.
"Lunch. Best to get it over with." She got up from her chair.
"Oh, Hermione, welcome back!" He was such a butt and didn't even know it.
She went to the Infirmary to settle things in a calm way, locked up in a closet listening to Marilyn Manson or Blink 182, depending on how strong her feelings were.
"Ms. Granger, I'll be in the Greenhouse 10 if you need me." Madam Pomfrey left quickly.
Hermione, thinking she was alone, locked herself in the coat closet with a charmed muggle radio in hand. *Hmm...The Beautiful People or She Hates Me?* She tried to choose between the two songs.
"Puddle of Mud or Marilyn Manson? Marilyn!" She turned on the radio. The song came on and she started lightly pounding her head on the wall. When it was finished she muttered "Puddle of Mud."
Nothing came.
"SHE HATES ME!! Please??" Hermione screamed at her radio, the charm was *supposed* to let her control settings.
Still, nothing came.
"Bloody Hell!!!!!" She screeched. "NOTHING IS GOING TO GO RIGHT, IS IT??"
The radio tuned in, but it wasn't what she wanted. "Man, a prissy little song."
It was "All The Things She Said" by Tatu. (AN: I luv that song!! It rox!! Those girls are soo cool!!)
Hermione listened, while her mind eased.
SONG
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
This is not enough
I'm in serious s***, I feel totally lost
If I'm asking for help it's only because
Being with you has opened my eyes
Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise?
I keep asking myself, wondering how
I keep closing my eyes but I can't block you out
Wanna fly to a place where it's just you and me
Nobody else so we can be free
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
This is not enough
This is not enough
All the things she said
All the things she said
And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed
They say it's my fault but I want her so much
Wanna fly her away where the sun and rain
Come in over my face, wash away all the shame
When they stop and stare - don't worry me
'Cause I'm feeling for her what she's feeling for me
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head
Mother looking at me
Tell me what do you see?
Yes, I've lost my mind
Daddy looking at me
Will I ever be free?
Have I crossed the line? END
Hermione felt like she had under the influence of rain. Change 'her' to 'him' and BINGO you have a winner! *Wait, not him! Who's him? NO! You won't think that Hermione! But I AM! But-why? Why???*
She had that feeling, the rain-y feeling. She charmed the radio to only repeat Tatu. And she got that feeling........BLACK OUT
