Talent Show
Neo_Arach
A/N: It's the sixth year. Harry was put into Slytherin the first year, and Ron, for some odd reason was also put into Slytherin. So Hermione's all by herself with no friends and is Draco, Harry, and Ron's (The Three, kinda like the Golden Trio) enemy.
Chapter One
Announcement
It was the beginning of the sixth year. It was during the Welcoming Ceremony and everyone was sitting at their own House tables. Hermione, who was usually the lone wolf, sat next to her fellow prefects, Lavender and Ginny. She was eating quietly, listening to her Housemates talk around her. But even with all the chatter, Hermione could still hear the snickers of a certain group of three. During all her years attending Hogwarts, the Three had decided to single her out above all others and pick on her relentlessly. Oh, how she hated those three.
Every girl in Hogwarts would love to have one of the Three even if it were for only one night, ever girl except for Hermione. She wouldn't spend a night with one of them even if her life depended on it. Sure, Harry and Ron seemed nice when she first met them, but after they met Draco, everything changed. But, the past was the past and she would not dwell on it anymore. It would be pointless to. The Grand Hall quieted as the Headmaster, Dumbledore, stood up.
"The Forbidden Forest is off limits to First Years." Of course. "Welcome to Hogwarts. I hope this year will be grand as we have added a new occasion for all Years to participate. This year, we will hold our First Annual Talent Show. I'm sure you all know what that is. Prefects will escort First Years to their respected dorms. Have a good evening." (A/N: Yeah I know, that was lame, but I wasn't in a very Dumbledory mood)
The food on the plates had disappeared and everyone began to exit the Grand Hall. Hermione, along with Lavender and Ginny escorted the First Years to the Gryffindor Common Room entrance. Saying the Gryffindor password, Griffin, they all entered through the potrait. Everyone was settled in and soon fast asleep. Hermione, however, was up in the library. Being a prefect had allowed her to stay up past normal curfew. She was curled up on a couch in the library, reading one of the books she brought with her. After a few hours, she finally closed the book and stretched. She had her first Quidditch match the next day. Hermione was Gryffindor's seeker, and a damn good one to boot. Her skill fell just behind Harry, almost as good as Malfoy, but her speed and agility made up for whatever loss there was.
Hemione quickly left the library and headed to her dorm, the halls were dark and most of the torches were put out. She sped up her pace, the darkness around her was very unnerving. And the fact that she could hear someone following her didn't help. Soon, she had broken into a run, her pursuer giving chase. Hermione saw a figure leap at her from the shadows but her Quidditch reflexs helped her dodge whoever or whatever it was. Turning sharply around a corner, she sped down the hall, Hermione was nearly at the Fat Lady's portrait. It was just around the next corner. She turned but a hand shot out from the shadows, Hermione was about to scream but a pale hand covered her mouth. Laughter rang through the halls. Immediately, she knew who it was. The Three.
The first of the Three turned the corner, she knew who it was by his flaming red hair, Ronald Weasley. He had a smirk plastered on his face and Hermione glared at him. The next followed Ron, his messy black hair and green eyes laughed at her, the famous Harry Potter. The last one, who happened to be holding Hermione, was none other than Draco Malfoy. He turned her around to face him, Draco wore his famous Malfoy smirk and Hermione wanted nothing more than to smack it off. His pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, and his white-blonde hair was, as usual, slicked back. All three boys were more than two inches taller than Hermione, who stood at 5'8 1/3". Ron, the tallest, was 6'3" and Harry and Draco were both 6'2".
"Look at what we have here," Ron laughed coldly as he stood next to Draco, "what's a mudblood like you doing roaming these hall at this time of night?"
"I'm so touched by your concern, really, I am," Hermione spat as she stomped on his toes.
"Fuck!" He cursed and slapped her, "Stupid mudblood bitch!!"
"Now that's now way to treat a lady," Harry smirked, "but of course you're not are you? Just a slimey mudblood."
"Of course you wouldn't know how to treat a lady anyway, Wonder Boy," she glared.
"Such hostility," Draco spoke up, "that's no way to talk to your superiors, freakshow."
"Look who's talking, fruitcake," Hermione kicked him in the spot. He fell over groaning. She was about to make a run for it but Harry grabbed her wrist. Draco recovered and slapped her hard.
"Worthless mudblood whore," he slapped her again. "You're no good for anything except your amazing ability to show off how smart you are." Another slap.
"If you were in the talent show, the only thing you would be able to do is show one way to study," Ron laughed.
"Why don't we put her in the talent show," Harry suggested deviously, "just think, bookworm here sitting in front of the whole school with no talent to show. She'd probably just whip out a book and start reading."
"There's not a fucking thing you can do to get me to do that talent show," Hermione glared.
"Oh?" Draco raised an eyebrow, a plan forming in his mind, "How about a bet? If you lose the Quidditch match tommorow, you have to do the talent show."
"Ha! That's your bet? Fine, but if I win, you have to do the talent show," she smirked, "Ravenclaw will be easy to beat." The two shook on it and went their seperate ways.
Neo_Arach
A/N: It's the sixth year. Harry was put into Slytherin the first year, and Ron, for some odd reason was also put into Slytherin. So Hermione's all by herself with no friends and is Draco, Harry, and Ron's (The Three, kinda like the Golden Trio) enemy.
Chapter One
Announcement
It was the beginning of the sixth year. It was during the Welcoming Ceremony and everyone was sitting at their own House tables. Hermione, who was usually the lone wolf, sat next to her fellow prefects, Lavender and Ginny. She was eating quietly, listening to her Housemates talk around her. But even with all the chatter, Hermione could still hear the snickers of a certain group of three. During all her years attending Hogwarts, the Three had decided to single her out above all others and pick on her relentlessly. Oh, how she hated those three.
Every girl in Hogwarts would love to have one of the Three even if it were for only one night, ever girl except for Hermione. She wouldn't spend a night with one of them even if her life depended on it. Sure, Harry and Ron seemed nice when she first met them, but after they met Draco, everything changed. But, the past was the past and she would not dwell on it anymore. It would be pointless to. The Grand Hall quieted as the Headmaster, Dumbledore, stood up.
"The Forbidden Forest is off limits to First Years." Of course. "Welcome to Hogwarts. I hope this year will be grand as we have added a new occasion for all Years to participate. This year, we will hold our First Annual Talent Show. I'm sure you all know what that is. Prefects will escort First Years to their respected dorms. Have a good evening." (A/N: Yeah I know, that was lame, but I wasn't in a very Dumbledory mood)
The food on the plates had disappeared and everyone began to exit the Grand Hall. Hermione, along with Lavender and Ginny escorted the First Years to the Gryffindor Common Room entrance. Saying the Gryffindor password, Griffin, they all entered through the potrait. Everyone was settled in and soon fast asleep. Hermione, however, was up in the library. Being a prefect had allowed her to stay up past normal curfew. She was curled up on a couch in the library, reading one of the books she brought with her. After a few hours, she finally closed the book and stretched. She had her first Quidditch match the next day. Hermione was Gryffindor's seeker, and a damn good one to boot. Her skill fell just behind Harry, almost as good as Malfoy, but her speed and agility made up for whatever loss there was.
Hemione quickly left the library and headed to her dorm, the halls were dark and most of the torches were put out. She sped up her pace, the darkness around her was very unnerving. And the fact that she could hear someone following her didn't help. Soon, she had broken into a run, her pursuer giving chase. Hermione saw a figure leap at her from the shadows but her Quidditch reflexs helped her dodge whoever or whatever it was. Turning sharply around a corner, she sped down the hall, Hermione was nearly at the Fat Lady's portrait. It was just around the next corner. She turned but a hand shot out from the shadows, Hermione was about to scream but a pale hand covered her mouth. Laughter rang through the halls. Immediately, she knew who it was. The Three.
The first of the Three turned the corner, she knew who it was by his flaming red hair, Ronald Weasley. He had a smirk plastered on his face and Hermione glared at him. The next followed Ron, his messy black hair and green eyes laughed at her, the famous Harry Potter. The last one, who happened to be holding Hermione, was none other than Draco Malfoy. He turned her around to face him, Draco wore his famous Malfoy smirk and Hermione wanted nothing more than to smack it off. His pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, and his white-blonde hair was, as usual, slicked back. All three boys were more than two inches taller than Hermione, who stood at 5'8 1/3". Ron, the tallest, was 6'3" and Harry and Draco were both 6'2".
"Look at what we have here," Ron laughed coldly as he stood next to Draco, "what's a mudblood like you doing roaming these hall at this time of night?"
"I'm so touched by your concern, really, I am," Hermione spat as she stomped on his toes.
"Fuck!" He cursed and slapped her, "Stupid mudblood bitch!!"
"Now that's now way to treat a lady," Harry smirked, "but of course you're not are you? Just a slimey mudblood."
"Of course you wouldn't know how to treat a lady anyway, Wonder Boy," she glared.
"Such hostility," Draco spoke up, "that's no way to talk to your superiors, freakshow."
"Look who's talking, fruitcake," Hermione kicked him in the spot. He fell over groaning. She was about to make a run for it but Harry grabbed her wrist. Draco recovered and slapped her hard.
"Worthless mudblood whore," he slapped her again. "You're no good for anything except your amazing ability to show off how smart you are." Another slap.
"If you were in the talent show, the only thing you would be able to do is show one way to study," Ron laughed.
"Why don't we put her in the talent show," Harry suggested deviously, "just think, bookworm here sitting in front of the whole school with no talent to show. She'd probably just whip out a book and start reading."
"There's not a fucking thing you can do to get me to do that talent show," Hermione glared.
"Oh?" Draco raised an eyebrow, a plan forming in his mind, "How about a bet? If you lose the Quidditch match tommorow, you have to do the talent show."
"Ha! That's your bet? Fine, but if I win, you have to do the talent show," she smirked, "Ravenclaw will be easy to beat." The two shook on it and went their seperate ways.
