A/N: oy! I've just thought of something! After the Dream Scene and after I
somehow manage to make my pairing... a pairing, I think I'll terrify and
mortify you all! And when that comes, you can flame me, tell me "this fic
was so good until you blah blah blah" but you know what? I'm just gonna
keep on writing it. B'sides, how much of the population dies married?
Right, right... now how much of the population dies virgin? Huh, huh, see,
I told you. Do some research on it, whydontchya.
*cough* But I stray.
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Hermione had to admit, being dragged around nowhere by Lily wasn't all-too- bad. She kept her mind off Harry and getting home, for a while, too, and was awful close to being cheerful.
And it really was no wonder Lily was friends with everybody (w/ the except of the Slytherins and marauders, of course). She could talk and talk and talk a mile a minute without a breath, and all her "friend" would have to do is pretend to be listening and give an affirmative nod each time Lily said "you know?".
Hermione had a light headache by the time they started exploring the outer parts of Hogsmeade, but then she discovered that Lily wasn't always looking at her, so she didn't always have to bob her head up and down.
"Herms? Hermy, you there?"
Hermione jerked out of a light trance sort of when Lily waved a hand in front of her face. "There ya are!" the redhead cried triumphantly. "You know?" -Hermione nodded- "it's a shame Carrie couldn't come, you know?" -Hermione nodded- "Don't you agree?" -Hermione nodded-. "You've been awful silent all day, you know?" -Hermione nodded.- "You know," -Hermione nodded- "it's kind of freaky, you know?" -Hermione nodded- "So, what do you think?"
Hermione blinked. "Think? About what?" the brunette asked, speaking almost for the first time that day.
"About the shrieking shack, silly," Lily sighed, pointing. Hermione resisted the urge to jump - they were standing in front of the gate to the shrieking shack. "Isn't it spooky? All the villagers hear noises and stuff coming from in there. What do you think?"
"Hmm," Hermione said distractedly.
"You know," -Hermione nodded- "I think you must be scared!"
"Scared?" Hermione lifted her light gaze from the shrieking shack to rest it on Lily, tipping her chin up slightly to get a better view of the bright, oval green eyes. Harry's eyes.
"No, Lily, I'm not scared of the shrieking shack."
"Aren't you? Everybody is, silly."
"Nah, they're only scared of the noises coming out of it."
"Oho? You know," -Hermione nodded- "I think it'd be neat to go in there! Don't you?"
"Why?"
"Because, Herms, there might be a tormented thing in there that needs our help! You know?"
Hermione nodded, then shook her head. "I'm sure it's tormented," she said darkly, "but I wouldn't try to get in while it's making noises."
"Why not?"
"Because I have a brain. Now maybe if I were an animal..."
"Hah! That's clever, Herm! Animals can't really help animals, though."
"Who says?" asked a voice, making both Lily and Hermione jump with a slight scream each. They whirled around, and each had a different reaction.
Lily took a step back, and then her cheeks became tinged with an angry red. Hermione took a few steps back into the fence, going a lovely shade of white, then pink, and she buried her face in her hands.
James, Sirius, and Peter all grinned at them.
"Potter! You prat, go get a life already!" Lily thundered. "We were here first, you know!"
"What?" Sirius looked around. Nobody else was near them. His grin broadened. "There's plenty of room up here, I think."
"Yeah!" Peter squeaked. Hermione lifted her face from her hands and shot him a withering look.
"Now, now, we aren't here to fight," James said serenely. Hermione and Lily glanced at each other. Or, Lily couldn't find Hermione until she turned around, raised an inquisitive eyebrow, and Hermione shrugged in return.
"Then what are you here for? To /start/ a fight?"
"Nah. Well, we won't if you go out with me, Evans."
Lily was about to reply when Hermione interrupted.
"Wait. Were you eavesdropping on us?"
"What?" Sirius asked, sounding wounded. "We haven't been dropping any eaves, have we, Prongs? Wormtail?"
"Nope," James and Peter chorused.
"You have so!" Lily snapped. "Well, you can just go away, because Hermione and I were here first, and we're staying here!"
James, Peter, and Sirius all stared blankly at her for a moment. Then Sirius looked at Hermione.
"Actually," he said, "we came up to speak to Granger."
"About what?" Lily retorted.
"About last night." Sirius raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Lily looked to be about to make a very nasty remark, but Hermione grabbed her arm, silencing her.
"Come /on/ Lily, let's go."
"What? Why?" Lily asked, jerking her arm free. But all the same she stalked haughtily past James while Hermione jogged, tripped, and continued jogging after her. They made their way back to the village, and Hermione mumbled an excuse like, "Want to avoid them" or something like that.
She shook off Lily at a small pub with couples (Lily was watching them with a dreamy look in her eyes when Carrie ran up) and darted back to Hogwarts.
There, Madame Pomfrey berated her for a bit, then fed her her "medications."
Trouble itself didn't come until Hermione was going back outside, headed towards Hogsmeade once more to see if Lily had noticed she was gone yet.
She was going down the stairs (robes bunched up around her knees this time - Hermione learned from past experiences) and had just made it to the bottom when a slightly different version of Peeves found her.
"Why, it's the ickle trade student!" he cackled.
"Shut up, Peeves!" she barked. "Go away and leave me alone!" she dropped her robes, and started to walk down the last flight of steps when, surprise, surprise, the hem of Sirius' robes once more shows its fatality.
She ended up in a pile of robes, arms, and legs at the bottom of the stairs. Peeves, who had followed her all the way down, burst into laughter.
"Aw, did the ickle girlikins trippety down the mean owld stairs?" he taunted as Hermione, flustered, stumbled to her feet and ran a hand through her hair, fixing the bun at the base of her neck. She soooooooooooooooo needed a shower. "Ooh, how terrible it'd be if she did it agwain!"
"Shut up, Peeves!" she repeated angrily, and stomped out towards the doors to the grounds, leaving her robes down and walking on her tiptoes just for spite. It didn't work, of course. 'stupid Sirius, two and a half heads taller than me,' Hermione thought angrily when she pushed herself up again. Peeves looked to be having the time of his life. Hermione didn't bother to get up this time, though. She took a deep breath, nursed her left ankle, then looked up at Peeves defiantly.
He was laughing hard enough that he didn't notice this for a bit, though. When he did, catching Hermione's eyes shining with tears (she must have sprained her ankle - it hurt, dangit!) he burst out laughing again.
"Poor ickle twade student!" he howled from above her.
Hermione grimaced. "That's enough, Peeves! Go away now or I'll show you!"
"Shwow me?" He asked in that mock baby voice he'd been using. "What is the pwoor ickle girlikins gonna shwow me? How to fwall and hurt myself?" he howled with laughter again, and Hermione leaned over, snatching her wand from where it had clattered next to her. "Ah, ah," Peeves said when he saw her attempting to stand, leaning against the wall. "No magic between classes or on weekends, ickle girlikins!"
"I don't care about that!" Hermione snapped, voice strained slightly. Maybe she'd done more than just /sprain/ her ankle, it really hurt. She slid down the wall, feeling almost like she was going into shock. "I'll kill you if I have to!"
This only made Peeves laugh harder. That did it. Hermione snapped, jumped to her feet (adrenaline thankfully dulled the pain in her ankle) and raised her wand, pointing it at the poltergeist. She ran through all the spells she knew briefly, and decided on one a split second later.
"Crucio!" it really didn't do much harm, in fact, it missed Peeves entirely and hit a statue nearby, scratching it. The statue snarled at her, rubbing at the scratch, but otherwise nothing. Peeves was silent.
Satisfied, and temper that had been bubbling over now simmered down, Hermione put the wand back up her sleeve and attempted to stand again. She was halfway up when a rather high-pitched scream sounded, making Hermione jump, twist around, and cry out as she fell to the ground again. Now she /knew/ she had done more than just sprain her ankle. Tears spattered the floor.
"YOU, YOU, YOU," Filch screamed, dancing from foot to foot. But despite his beyond dangerous voice, he looked quite gleeful "You nasty, wretched little brat! OH, I'll have you expelled for sure, and you'll be thrown in Azkaban! Using an unforgivable curse!" he grabbed her arm and began dragging her away. "Fifty floggings, I'd say!" he cried. "No, I hundred! You won't be able to cry let alone sit by the time I'M through with you!"
Mrs. Norris the kitten mewed in what Hermione swore was a malevolent way. She hopped along on one foot, trying to stammer out that she hadn't, but tripped again and fell, letting Filch drag her as he continued to rant.
"Ah, the Headmaster will HAVE to throw you out! I'll watch you get shipped off to Azkaban, I will, ah, here we are!" he threw open a door to a large room Hermione had never seen before. "A hundred, a hundred," Filch chanted happily, tears of joy in his eyes as he slammed the door shut and deposited Hermione over what looked like a disfigured saddle. She started to push herself up, but found her hands had sunk into it, and it was rising so that her toes barely touched the ground. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a whip...... A whip! Horror and dread filled her.
"W- wait! That's against the rules, you, you can't! You wouldn't!" Hermione cried, trying to struggle. It was quite impossible, though. He went back behind her, ignoring her sobbed pleas. "No, stop it! Dumbledore will throw you out, too! It's against the laws, I won't be the only one heading for Azkaban!"
"This is how we punish students where detention doesn't work!" Filch explained gleefully. "You wouldn't know that as a trade student of course - now hold still!"
"No!" Hermione screamed, kicking and thrashing as wildly as she could. "NO! You can't whip me, I'm, I'm a trade student, you can't /punish/ me, I didn't know that charm was illegal, honest!"
"Ah-ha, nice try," Filch said. "If you don't hold still I'll ruin your robes as well!"
"DON'T!" Hermione wailed. "HELP ME, SOMEBODY, PLEASE!"
"Afterwards I'll have to notify the headmaster," Filch almost sobbed gleefully. "You'll be sent to Azkaban, you, you silly little prat!"
"NO!!" Hermione howled. Whipping students if they continued to get in trouble after detention? And Dumbledore allowed this???
*cough* But I stray.
A really, really big thank you to: Funness (yay! New reviewer! Thank you!) coolcat411 (Hagrid? *blinks stupidly* OMG, I totally forgot about him! Yeek! *runs in crazy circles but stops when reviewers all back up*) Nicolina (wowie! Three new reviewers by now! I LOVE YOU, YUR MY BEST FRIEND, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so many reviews..... no, trust me, I've never met anybody who reviews each individual chapter... I feel so... honored... *bursts into tears of joy and stuffs cookie in Nicolina's mouth*) Stinky Stan (yay! SCREW THE FIFTH BOOK! MUHAHAHAHAHA *hack, choke* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *cough* erm, thank you for reviewing?) limegreenlion (lol, I didn't mean to insult ya! Well, okay, at the time I was high under the evil clutches of diet coca cola, BUT you, erm, ah, uh, you can't blame me for that! YAAAAAY! I MADE A FAVORITE STORIES LIST!!! MY LIFE IS **COMPLETE**!!!!! *huggles and cookies*) Jae (interesting? Ya think it's interesting?? *YAAY!* omg, the compliments, the compliments.... they're going to my head.... if ya've got any questions, go ahead and ask meh! ^_^ thank you for r&r-ing!) AND TO ANYBODY I MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *showers reviewers with cookies and hugs, ignoring their horrified attempts to get away* YOU ARE NOW *MINE* MY REVIEWERS!!! MUA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *deep breath* HAHAHAH HA HA HAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *traps reviewers in dark room and forces them to read next chapter*
Hey, ppl! I've got a new website! It's dedicated to Snuffles, of course, but I'm trying to figure out how to stuff as much of the marauders and the Girls Of HP in there too. -_-0 anyhoot, if you'd like ta help out with fics and pics..... Yea..... *sweatdrop*
Oy, and if you want me to email you when I update, tell me so that I don't forget. Because........ I have a habit of forgetting. Lol ^_^0 short attention span, ya see? Lol
I believe that there are six reviewers that I missed...... That means, my statistics show 47 but when I keep on clicking on it and refreshing and crap, it never shows the six or seven reviews I need to see! ARGH! SO, if you are one of those mishappen reviewers........ THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *locks mysterious reviewers in with other reviewers, once more cackling madly* I AM A DAFT COW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!!
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Hermione had to admit, being dragged around nowhere by Lily wasn't all-too- bad. She kept her mind off Harry and getting home, for a while, too, and was awful close to being cheerful.
And it really was no wonder Lily was friends with everybody (w/ the except of the Slytherins and marauders, of course). She could talk and talk and talk a mile a minute without a breath, and all her "friend" would have to do is pretend to be listening and give an affirmative nod each time Lily said "you know?".
Hermione had a light headache by the time they started exploring the outer parts of Hogsmeade, but then she discovered that Lily wasn't always looking at her, so she didn't always have to bob her head up and down.
"Herms? Hermy, you there?"
Hermione jerked out of a light trance sort of when Lily waved a hand in front of her face. "There ya are!" the redhead cried triumphantly. "You know?" -Hermione nodded- "it's a shame Carrie couldn't come, you know?" -Hermione nodded- "Don't you agree?" -Hermione nodded-. "You've been awful silent all day, you know?" -Hermione nodded.- "You know," -Hermione nodded- "it's kind of freaky, you know?" -Hermione nodded- "So, what do you think?"
Hermione blinked. "Think? About what?" the brunette asked, speaking almost for the first time that day.
"About the shrieking shack, silly," Lily sighed, pointing. Hermione resisted the urge to jump - they were standing in front of the gate to the shrieking shack. "Isn't it spooky? All the villagers hear noises and stuff coming from in there. What do you think?"
"Hmm," Hermione said distractedly.
"You know," -Hermione nodded- "I think you must be scared!"
"Scared?" Hermione lifted her light gaze from the shrieking shack to rest it on Lily, tipping her chin up slightly to get a better view of the bright, oval green eyes. Harry's eyes.
"No, Lily, I'm not scared of the shrieking shack."
"Aren't you? Everybody is, silly."
"Nah, they're only scared of the noises coming out of it."
"Oho? You know," -Hermione nodded- "I think it'd be neat to go in there! Don't you?"
"Why?"
"Because, Herms, there might be a tormented thing in there that needs our help! You know?"
Hermione nodded, then shook her head. "I'm sure it's tormented," she said darkly, "but I wouldn't try to get in while it's making noises."
"Why not?"
"Because I have a brain. Now maybe if I were an animal..."
"Hah! That's clever, Herm! Animals can't really help animals, though."
"Who says?" asked a voice, making both Lily and Hermione jump with a slight scream each. They whirled around, and each had a different reaction.
Lily took a step back, and then her cheeks became tinged with an angry red. Hermione took a few steps back into the fence, going a lovely shade of white, then pink, and she buried her face in her hands.
James, Sirius, and Peter all grinned at them.
"Potter! You prat, go get a life already!" Lily thundered. "We were here first, you know!"
"What?" Sirius looked around. Nobody else was near them. His grin broadened. "There's plenty of room up here, I think."
"Yeah!" Peter squeaked. Hermione lifted her face from her hands and shot him a withering look.
"Now, now, we aren't here to fight," James said serenely. Hermione and Lily glanced at each other. Or, Lily couldn't find Hermione until she turned around, raised an inquisitive eyebrow, and Hermione shrugged in return.
"Then what are you here for? To /start/ a fight?"
"Nah. Well, we won't if you go out with me, Evans."
Lily was about to reply when Hermione interrupted.
"Wait. Were you eavesdropping on us?"
"What?" Sirius asked, sounding wounded. "We haven't been dropping any eaves, have we, Prongs? Wormtail?"
"Nope," James and Peter chorused.
"You have so!" Lily snapped. "Well, you can just go away, because Hermione and I were here first, and we're staying here!"
James, Peter, and Sirius all stared blankly at her for a moment. Then Sirius looked at Hermione.
"Actually," he said, "we came up to speak to Granger."
"About what?" Lily retorted.
"About last night." Sirius raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Lily looked to be about to make a very nasty remark, but Hermione grabbed her arm, silencing her.
"Come /on/ Lily, let's go."
"What? Why?" Lily asked, jerking her arm free. But all the same she stalked haughtily past James while Hermione jogged, tripped, and continued jogging after her. They made their way back to the village, and Hermione mumbled an excuse like, "Want to avoid them" or something like that.
She shook off Lily at a small pub with couples (Lily was watching them with a dreamy look in her eyes when Carrie ran up) and darted back to Hogwarts.
There, Madame Pomfrey berated her for a bit, then fed her her "medications."
Trouble itself didn't come until Hermione was going back outside, headed towards Hogsmeade once more to see if Lily had noticed she was gone yet.
She was going down the stairs (robes bunched up around her knees this time - Hermione learned from past experiences) and had just made it to the bottom when a slightly different version of Peeves found her.
"Why, it's the ickle trade student!" he cackled.
"Shut up, Peeves!" she barked. "Go away and leave me alone!" she dropped her robes, and started to walk down the last flight of steps when, surprise, surprise, the hem of Sirius' robes once more shows its fatality.
She ended up in a pile of robes, arms, and legs at the bottom of the stairs. Peeves, who had followed her all the way down, burst into laughter.
"Aw, did the ickle girlikins trippety down the mean owld stairs?" he taunted as Hermione, flustered, stumbled to her feet and ran a hand through her hair, fixing the bun at the base of her neck. She soooooooooooooooo needed a shower. "Ooh, how terrible it'd be if she did it agwain!"
"Shut up, Peeves!" she repeated angrily, and stomped out towards the doors to the grounds, leaving her robes down and walking on her tiptoes just for spite. It didn't work, of course. 'stupid Sirius, two and a half heads taller than me,' Hermione thought angrily when she pushed herself up again. Peeves looked to be having the time of his life. Hermione didn't bother to get up this time, though. She took a deep breath, nursed her left ankle, then looked up at Peeves defiantly.
He was laughing hard enough that he didn't notice this for a bit, though. When he did, catching Hermione's eyes shining with tears (she must have sprained her ankle - it hurt, dangit!) he burst out laughing again.
"Poor ickle twade student!" he howled from above her.
Hermione grimaced. "That's enough, Peeves! Go away now or I'll show you!"
"Shwow me?" He asked in that mock baby voice he'd been using. "What is the pwoor ickle girlikins gonna shwow me? How to fwall and hurt myself?" he howled with laughter again, and Hermione leaned over, snatching her wand from where it had clattered next to her. "Ah, ah," Peeves said when he saw her attempting to stand, leaning against the wall. "No magic between classes or on weekends, ickle girlikins!"
"I don't care about that!" Hermione snapped, voice strained slightly. Maybe she'd done more than just /sprain/ her ankle, it really hurt. She slid down the wall, feeling almost like she was going into shock. "I'll kill you if I have to!"
This only made Peeves laugh harder. That did it. Hermione snapped, jumped to her feet (adrenaline thankfully dulled the pain in her ankle) and raised her wand, pointing it at the poltergeist. She ran through all the spells she knew briefly, and decided on one a split second later.
"Crucio!" it really didn't do much harm, in fact, it missed Peeves entirely and hit a statue nearby, scratching it. The statue snarled at her, rubbing at the scratch, but otherwise nothing. Peeves was silent.
Satisfied, and temper that had been bubbling over now simmered down, Hermione put the wand back up her sleeve and attempted to stand again. She was halfway up when a rather high-pitched scream sounded, making Hermione jump, twist around, and cry out as she fell to the ground again. Now she /knew/ she had done more than just sprain her ankle. Tears spattered the floor.
"YOU, YOU, YOU," Filch screamed, dancing from foot to foot. But despite his beyond dangerous voice, he looked quite gleeful "You nasty, wretched little brat! OH, I'll have you expelled for sure, and you'll be thrown in Azkaban! Using an unforgivable curse!" he grabbed her arm and began dragging her away. "Fifty floggings, I'd say!" he cried. "No, I hundred! You won't be able to cry let alone sit by the time I'M through with you!"
Mrs. Norris the kitten mewed in what Hermione swore was a malevolent way. She hopped along on one foot, trying to stammer out that she hadn't, but tripped again and fell, letting Filch drag her as he continued to rant.
"Ah, the Headmaster will HAVE to throw you out! I'll watch you get shipped off to Azkaban, I will, ah, here we are!" he threw open a door to a large room Hermione had never seen before. "A hundred, a hundred," Filch chanted happily, tears of joy in his eyes as he slammed the door shut and deposited Hermione over what looked like a disfigured saddle. She started to push herself up, but found her hands had sunk into it, and it was rising so that her toes barely touched the ground. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a whip...... A whip! Horror and dread filled her.
"W- wait! That's against the rules, you, you can't! You wouldn't!" Hermione cried, trying to struggle. It was quite impossible, though. He went back behind her, ignoring her sobbed pleas. "No, stop it! Dumbledore will throw you out, too! It's against the laws, I won't be the only one heading for Azkaban!"
"This is how we punish students where detention doesn't work!" Filch explained gleefully. "You wouldn't know that as a trade student of course - now hold still!"
"No!" Hermione screamed, kicking and thrashing as wildly as she could. "NO! You can't whip me, I'm, I'm a trade student, you can't /punish/ me, I didn't know that charm was illegal, honest!"
"Ah-ha, nice try," Filch said. "If you don't hold still I'll ruin your robes as well!"
"DON'T!" Hermione wailed. "HELP ME, SOMEBODY, PLEASE!"
"Afterwards I'll have to notify the headmaster," Filch almost sobbed gleefully. "You'll be sent to Azkaban, you, you silly little prat!"
"NO!!" Hermione howled. Whipping students if they continued to get in trouble after detention? And Dumbledore allowed this???