Hermione's Story
Author: Hermione1000
Chapter 4: Confusion
A/N: Well I breifly read the first version of this chapter, as it was called 'New Student's before. I don't enjoy the fact of having new students being sorted in the middle of the year, so um, I'm going to introduce those people in a different way. Oh forget it, you have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? lmao, well there'll be a few teensy weensy surprises before I introduce the new students, so uh, enjoy! ;]
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The next morning, Parvati and Hermione were sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, eating breakfast and talking as usual. Hermione liked the idea of having Parvati as a 'best friend' (or more like last resort), since it kept her busy. Besides the fact that she was near failing in Transfiguration and some of her other classes, she liked the idea of laying back and talking to people. Worrying about Harry and Ron surely wasn't going to help her grades pop [A/N: lmfao, pop. Dead. ] back up again.
"I never really liked boys here at Hogwarts," Parvati went on rambling, "I mean, sure, I had a big crush on Seamus Finnigan until he asked," she coughed loudly, "Lavender, to the Yule Ball. Then Harry asked me, but he wasn't that good of a date. Although quite better than Ron. My sister, you know, Padma? She told me he didn't even dance with her ONCE. Can you believe that? Hermione? Herm?"
"Wha- oh oh, that's something, er- Ron would do, yes," Hermione was drifting off. She'd barely gotten enough sleep last night, and there were bags under her eyes like you couldn't believe.
"Yeah, I know. And then, I started to like Dean, but Ginny and him are still going out. So I guess I've just started liking girls a bit more," Hermione didn't realize what this meant until two seconds after Parvati said it.
"Wait.." Hermione slid away from Parvati on the bench, "you're, a- a lesbian?" Parvati simply nodded like it wasn't a big issue.
"You and Lavender are the only people who know now I think," Parvati shrugged, "It's not like I'm the only one. Millicent Bulstrode has had her eye on Pansy Parkinson for AGES."
Hermione couldn't believe it. Soon Parvati would most likely talk Hermione into making out in front of Ron and Lavender. What was this world coming to?
The bell suddenly rang and breakfast was over. Hermione quickly told Parvati she'd meet her later after Ancient Runes, when Defense Against the Dark Arts started, grabbed her school bag, and ran.
She needed a way out of this. Hermione just couldn't take Parvati on her last nerve anymore.
"The antidote!" Hermione remembered about the chat Parvati and herself had about Lavender possibly being under a Love Potion. She was begging the world that Lavender was under a Love Potion right now. Who'd literally fall in love with Ron?
~
Ancient Runes had been a bore to Hermione that day, as she had already read the whole chapter they read today.
'And my grades are SLIPPING?' Hermione thought to herself, 'honestly.'
The bell rang once again to note the end of Ancient Runes. Hermione slipped the strap of her denim school bag over her left shoulder and strode off. Defense Against the Dark Arts would probably make her day. The Ancient Runes classroom wasn't so far from Defense Against the Dark Arts, so maybe, just maybe, Hermione would have time to catch a word with Ron or Harry.
Hermione had been the first one to reach the classroom apparently. She checked to see if the door was locked, and it wasn't. For some reason, there was a weird feeling in Hermione's stomach as she opened the door slowly. Then she realized why she had that feeling.
Professor Hill had been er- baking a cake... yes.. let's put it that way, with a 7th year Hufflepuff boy. [ A/N: lmfao, I'm doing this for you, Hillary ;) ] Hermione blinked a few times, to make sure what she had been seeing was infact, real.
"S-sorry, Profesor er.. this is uh, probably a bad time, but," Hermione took a breath turning her head away from the sight of Professor Hill in panties that said 'Love' clearly in rhinestones , "class starts in five minutes."
"Oh my god. Excuse me, Hermione," she said while picking up her white top that was at Hermione's foot. The Hufflepuff boy took his bag and headed for the door. "Brendan um, thank you for volunteering to help the 6th year students, but er- you.. you better head off to History of Magic," Professor Hill just couldn't cover it up. Soon, Oliver and herself would be broken up.
Soon, was incredibly too soon.
Oliver was walking down the corridor very fast paced. Hermione coughed and said lowly, "Professor Wood is coming..." Professor Hill shrieked. He passed Brendan and while he was trying to get the lipstick off of his shirt, and gave an extremely odd look. And then, he reached the door. Witnessing Professor Hill pulling her long black skirt up.
"What is this?" Oliver demanded. Professor Hill looked somewhat scared, somewhat pitiful. Oliver then turned to face Hermione, while other students filed into the classroom, "What happened?" Professor Hill turned to look at Hermione and shook her head pleading her not to tell. Oliver, obviously didn't notice.
"I didn't see anything, Professor, honest. I er- just came in here and saw her getting um, ready for class, " Hermione was clearly bad at lying. Hermione heard Professor Hill give a quiet sigh of relief. But then Oliver turned back to Hill and glared.
"I know what you've been doing, Hillary. I'm not as stupid as you think," and with that, Oliver turned on his heel and stormed off. Professor Hill started sobbing uncontrollably.
"Well. There goes our Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, hm Hermione?" Hermione looked surprised and turned around. It was Harry. He sat down at his regular seat and motioned for Hermione to sit next to him. 'What is going on now?' thought a confused Hermione. She sat down as well and set her school bag next to her right leg.
"Hermione, I'm going to apologize," Harry stared at her. Hermione tried not to laugh. "I know I haven't been talking to you.. probably ignoring you. Dumbledore said not to reveal so much to you and Ron, so I've just been hanging out with the other guys. But you two are basically my best friends and whatever Dumbledore says I have to tell you. Even if he'll bite my head off."
Hermione blinked twice, then raised her head. "I.. I forgive you." This time, HARRY was the one giving the hugs. He got up and hugged Hermione, then sat back down, pulling his attention to Ron and Lavender.
"Did you tell him yet?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Well.. with Lavender around, I haven't gotten the chance to. I think he's happy being with her."
"Harry, I think she's under a Love Potion."
"A what?" Harry really couldn't hear her. Professor Hill was now sobbing louder. Parvati was trying to console her.
"A.. a Love Potion," Hermione said louder, but quickly. Harry snickered.
"Those aren't allowed in school, Hermione. I thought it was you telling me what's in that history book," he laughed again.
"I know!! I mean. I'm just thinking that Ron would er- go out of his league to um, ya know. Get some."
"Well, I personally think he's trying to make you jealous," Harry said turning his laughter down a notch.
"I'm thinking that as well. But still. I've been working on the antidote in my dorm, so I could pour it in a goblet and give it to Lavender. It's all planned out, Harry. If she comes to her senses then she was under a Love Potion, and we both need to scream at Ron before you apologize."
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The rest of Defense Against the Dark Arts finished with enormous chatter. No student bothered to go tell a teacher that there was infact nobody to teach them. The bell rang, and everyone headed off to lunch.
"I'll meet you there in a minute, Harry. I just have to add the Grindylow skin flakes to the antidote and check on it," Harry nodded and Hermione went to opposite way up a staircase.
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The antidote was bubbling freely in a small pewter cauldron in Hermione's dormitory. She had simply told the girls (except Parvati) that it was an extra assignment for Snape's class.
Thinking about Parvati made her cringe as she was letting the green Grindylow skin flakes drift into the cauldron. This made Hermione wish Winter would come along soon.
"5 more days and this potion will be ready," Hermione said aloud to herself. Just then, the door to the dorm opened and Parvati came in crying.
"What's wrong, Parvati?" Hermione left the cauldron and went over to Parvati's bed, where she had flung herself and was crying into the pillows.
"I-I just asked Lisa Turpin to go out with me. You know, that girl in Raven- Ravenclaw," Parvati choked on her words.
"And?" Hermione didn't really have to ask. Obviously, Lisa said no.
"She- she turned me down! I thought she was a lesbian truely, honest... bahh.." Parvati sobbed. "Now the whole school is going to know I asked her out and got turned down."
"It won't be too bad, Parvati. People will forget about it in a week," Hermione assured her.
"That's what you think, Herm," and Parvati stood up rubbing her eyes. She walked out of the dormitory. Hermione wondered if she was going back to lunch, so she followed.
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Parvati, instead of going to lunch, headed into the seventh floor girls' bathroom. Hermione glumly waved bye to her and went all the way down to lunch. She had five minutes to eat.
"Did you hear? Parvati's a les!" Hermione heard someone say as she sat down next to Harry, whom had saved her a seat. Harry was laughing, so Hermione glared.
"It's NOT funny, Harry."
"Tell that- hahaha- to everyone else, Herm," he couldn't stop.
The bell rang again, it was time for Potions.
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As Hermione and Harry were walking towards the Potions classroom in the cold dungeons, Hermione swore she heard something. Harry snorted, so she figured he heard it to.
"Let's get closer to the door," he suggested. They both walked up and pressed their ears against it.
"Draco, are you sure we can be in here?" a girl said, Hermione recongnized her voice as Lizybeth's.
"Yes love, there's no Potions classes until 3:00," a deep voice had said. Harry gave a scowl. This voice was cleary Draco Malfoy's.
And then, they both heard kissing noises through the door. Harry laughed aloud. Suddenly, moaning broke out through the corridor. Hermione saw Snape rounding the corner, and pulled Harry away from the door. He walked up, nearly knocking the two down, and opened the door.
"Holy mother of Jesus!!!!!" Snape slammed the door and it hit into the stone wall, cracking the doorknob. "20 points from Ravenclaw and Slytherin! Draco, I'm ashamed... a Ravenclaw girl? This is SURELY not going to cut it." Snape was obviously very angry, yet Hermione could sense the laughter in his voice.
"Snape you can calk it!" Lizybeth threw a flashy pink hairclip at him.
"Make that 40 points from Ravenclaw!"
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Potions had passed by as quick as Hermione's other classes. The only class the Gryffindor 6th years had left was Charms.
"Good afternoon, students," Professor Flitwick squeaked as class had started and everyone had settled down.
"Good afternoon, Professor Flitwick," the class chanted dully.
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The rest of Charms went by unusually slowly. Flitwick had just given them a short pop quiz. Someone sitting behind Hermione pulled a strand of her brown hair. Hermione turned her head and glared. The blonde Gryffindor girl handed her a folded up piece of paper. Hermione took it quickly while making sure Flitwick wasn't looking at the same time. She opened it up and saw cute curved handwriting.
Hermione ~
What's the answer to number five? Oh, by the way, my name's Emily Higgins.. You've never talked to me before, but I always try to have a conversation. You're always too busy with that red-haired boy and Harry. I think we should hang out more, don't you? Write back before Flitwick turns around this way.
~ Emily
Hermione thought this Emily girl sounded pretty cool, although her ears had at least 10 piercings in each, and her black lined eyes had a scary appearance. She quickly flipped over the piece of paper Emily had given her and wrote back.
Emily ~
The answer is simply 'Uric the Oddball' of course. I'm sorry, I must've been ignoring you for some reason, but I do remember seeing you around. After Charms, there's a spare hour I have, we could check out the grounds before Dinner. Sound good?
~ Hermione
Flitwick had already passed by twice, even though the desks were only three inches below his head. Hermione made sure he wasn't looking and slid the note to Emily. Emily grinned, and Hermione turned around. Five seconds later, Emily tapped Hermione's shoulder.
"Sounds good," she whispered quietly.
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A/N: Decided to take out an ol' author's note after this chapter. Next chapter is really weird. I might completely type over that one. So yeah. But you'll be looking forward to Emily and Hermione's stroll outside, and I have one more student I would like to introduce. Maybe two, I'm still thinking. Anywho, until next time... ;] I'm Hermione1000, signing off!
Author: Hermione1000
Chapter 4: Confusion
A/N: Well I breifly read the first version of this chapter, as it was called 'New Student's before. I don't enjoy the fact of having new students being sorted in the middle of the year, so um, I'm going to introduce those people in a different way. Oh forget it, you have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? lmao, well there'll be a few teensy weensy surprises before I introduce the new students, so uh, enjoy! ;]
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The next morning, Parvati and Hermione were sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, eating breakfast and talking as usual. Hermione liked the idea of having Parvati as a 'best friend' (or more like last resort), since it kept her busy. Besides the fact that she was near failing in Transfiguration and some of her other classes, she liked the idea of laying back and talking to people. Worrying about Harry and Ron surely wasn't going to help her grades pop [A/N: lmfao, pop. Dead. ] back up again.
"I never really liked boys here at Hogwarts," Parvati went on rambling, "I mean, sure, I had a big crush on Seamus Finnigan until he asked," she coughed loudly, "Lavender, to the Yule Ball. Then Harry asked me, but he wasn't that good of a date. Although quite better than Ron. My sister, you know, Padma? She told me he didn't even dance with her ONCE. Can you believe that? Hermione? Herm?"
"Wha- oh oh, that's something, er- Ron would do, yes," Hermione was drifting off. She'd barely gotten enough sleep last night, and there were bags under her eyes like you couldn't believe.
"Yeah, I know. And then, I started to like Dean, but Ginny and him are still going out. So I guess I've just started liking girls a bit more," Hermione didn't realize what this meant until two seconds after Parvati said it.
"Wait.." Hermione slid away from Parvati on the bench, "you're, a- a lesbian?" Parvati simply nodded like it wasn't a big issue.
"You and Lavender are the only people who know now I think," Parvati shrugged, "It's not like I'm the only one. Millicent Bulstrode has had her eye on Pansy Parkinson for AGES."
Hermione couldn't believe it. Soon Parvati would most likely talk Hermione into making out in front of Ron and Lavender. What was this world coming to?
The bell suddenly rang and breakfast was over. Hermione quickly told Parvati she'd meet her later after Ancient Runes, when Defense Against the Dark Arts started, grabbed her school bag, and ran.
She needed a way out of this. Hermione just couldn't take Parvati on her last nerve anymore.
"The antidote!" Hermione remembered about the chat Parvati and herself had about Lavender possibly being under a Love Potion. She was begging the world that Lavender was under a Love Potion right now. Who'd literally fall in love with Ron?
~
Ancient Runes had been a bore to Hermione that day, as she had already read the whole chapter they read today.
'And my grades are SLIPPING?' Hermione thought to herself, 'honestly.'
The bell rang once again to note the end of Ancient Runes. Hermione slipped the strap of her denim school bag over her left shoulder and strode off. Defense Against the Dark Arts would probably make her day. The Ancient Runes classroom wasn't so far from Defense Against the Dark Arts, so maybe, just maybe, Hermione would have time to catch a word with Ron or Harry.
Hermione had been the first one to reach the classroom apparently. She checked to see if the door was locked, and it wasn't. For some reason, there was a weird feeling in Hermione's stomach as she opened the door slowly. Then she realized why she had that feeling.
Professor Hill had been er- baking a cake... yes.. let's put it that way, with a 7th year Hufflepuff boy. [ A/N: lmfao, I'm doing this for you, Hillary ;) ] Hermione blinked a few times, to make sure what she had been seeing was infact, real.
"S-sorry, Profesor er.. this is uh, probably a bad time, but," Hermione took a breath turning her head away from the sight of Professor Hill in panties that said 'Love' clearly in rhinestones , "class starts in five minutes."
"Oh my god. Excuse me, Hermione," she said while picking up her white top that was at Hermione's foot. The Hufflepuff boy took his bag and headed for the door. "Brendan um, thank you for volunteering to help the 6th year students, but er- you.. you better head off to History of Magic," Professor Hill just couldn't cover it up. Soon, Oliver and herself would be broken up.
Soon, was incredibly too soon.
Oliver was walking down the corridor very fast paced. Hermione coughed and said lowly, "Professor Wood is coming..." Professor Hill shrieked. He passed Brendan and while he was trying to get the lipstick off of his shirt, and gave an extremely odd look. And then, he reached the door. Witnessing Professor Hill pulling her long black skirt up.
"What is this?" Oliver demanded. Professor Hill looked somewhat scared, somewhat pitiful. Oliver then turned to face Hermione, while other students filed into the classroom, "What happened?" Professor Hill turned to look at Hermione and shook her head pleading her not to tell. Oliver, obviously didn't notice.
"I didn't see anything, Professor, honest. I er- just came in here and saw her getting um, ready for class, " Hermione was clearly bad at lying. Hermione heard Professor Hill give a quiet sigh of relief. But then Oliver turned back to Hill and glared.
"I know what you've been doing, Hillary. I'm not as stupid as you think," and with that, Oliver turned on his heel and stormed off. Professor Hill started sobbing uncontrollably.
"Well. There goes our Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, hm Hermione?" Hermione looked surprised and turned around. It was Harry. He sat down at his regular seat and motioned for Hermione to sit next to him. 'What is going on now?' thought a confused Hermione. She sat down as well and set her school bag next to her right leg.
"Hermione, I'm going to apologize," Harry stared at her. Hermione tried not to laugh. "I know I haven't been talking to you.. probably ignoring you. Dumbledore said not to reveal so much to you and Ron, so I've just been hanging out with the other guys. But you two are basically my best friends and whatever Dumbledore says I have to tell you. Even if he'll bite my head off."
Hermione blinked twice, then raised her head. "I.. I forgive you." This time, HARRY was the one giving the hugs. He got up and hugged Hermione, then sat back down, pulling his attention to Ron and Lavender.
"Did you tell him yet?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Well.. with Lavender around, I haven't gotten the chance to. I think he's happy being with her."
"Harry, I think she's under a Love Potion."
"A what?" Harry really couldn't hear her. Professor Hill was now sobbing louder. Parvati was trying to console her.
"A.. a Love Potion," Hermione said louder, but quickly. Harry snickered.
"Those aren't allowed in school, Hermione. I thought it was you telling me what's in that history book," he laughed again.
"I know!! I mean. I'm just thinking that Ron would er- go out of his league to um, ya know. Get some."
"Well, I personally think he's trying to make you jealous," Harry said turning his laughter down a notch.
"I'm thinking that as well. But still. I've been working on the antidote in my dorm, so I could pour it in a goblet and give it to Lavender. It's all planned out, Harry. If she comes to her senses then she was under a Love Potion, and we both need to scream at Ron before you apologize."
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The rest of Defense Against the Dark Arts finished with enormous chatter. No student bothered to go tell a teacher that there was infact nobody to teach them. The bell rang, and everyone headed off to lunch.
"I'll meet you there in a minute, Harry. I just have to add the Grindylow skin flakes to the antidote and check on it," Harry nodded and Hermione went to opposite way up a staircase.
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The antidote was bubbling freely in a small pewter cauldron in Hermione's dormitory. She had simply told the girls (except Parvati) that it was an extra assignment for Snape's class.
Thinking about Parvati made her cringe as she was letting the green Grindylow skin flakes drift into the cauldron. This made Hermione wish Winter would come along soon.
"5 more days and this potion will be ready," Hermione said aloud to herself. Just then, the door to the dorm opened and Parvati came in crying.
"What's wrong, Parvati?" Hermione left the cauldron and went over to Parvati's bed, where she had flung herself and was crying into the pillows.
"I-I just asked Lisa Turpin to go out with me. You know, that girl in Raven- Ravenclaw," Parvati choked on her words.
"And?" Hermione didn't really have to ask. Obviously, Lisa said no.
"She- she turned me down! I thought she was a lesbian truely, honest... bahh.." Parvati sobbed. "Now the whole school is going to know I asked her out and got turned down."
"It won't be too bad, Parvati. People will forget about it in a week," Hermione assured her.
"That's what you think, Herm," and Parvati stood up rubbing her eyes. She walked out of the dormitory. Hermione wondered if she was going back to lunch, so she followed.
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Parvati, instead of going to lunch, headed into the seventh floor girls' bathroom. Hermione glumly waved bye to her and went all the way down to lunch. She had five minutes to eat.
"Did you hear? Parvati's a les!" Hermione heard someone say as she sat down next to Harry, whom had saved her a seat. Harry was laughing, so Hermione glared.
"It's NOT funny, Harry."
"Tell that- hahaha- to everyone else, Herm," he couldn't stop.
The bell rang again, it was time for Potions.
~
As Hermione and Harry were walking towards the Potions classroom in the cold dungeons, Hermione swore she heard something. Harry snorted, so she figured he heard it to.
"Let's get closer to the door," he suggested. They both walked up and pressed their ears against it.
"Draco, are you sure we can be in here?" a girl said, Hermione recongnized her voice as Lizybeth's.
"Yes love, there's no Potions classes until 3:00," a deep voice had said. Harry gave a scowl. This voice was cleary Draco Malfoy's.
And then, they both heard kissing noises through the door. Harry laughed aloud. Suddenly, moaning broke out through the corridor. Hermione saw Snape rounding the corner, and pulled Harry away from the door. He walked up, nearly knocking the two down, and opened the door.
"Holy mother of Jesus!!!!!" Snape slammed the door and it hit into the stone wall, cracking the doorknob. "20 points from Ravenclaw and Slytherin! Draco, I'm ashamed... a Ravenclaw girl? This is SURELY not going to cut it." Snape was obviously very angry, yet Hermione could sense the laughter in his voice.
"Snape you can calk it!" Lizybeth threw a flashy pink hairclip at him.
"Make that 40 points from Ravenclaw!"
~
Potions had passed by as quick as Hermione's other classes. The only class the Gryffindor 6th years had left was Charms.
"Good afternoon, students," Professor Flitwick squeaked as class had started and everyone had settled down.
"Good afternoon, Professor Flitwick," the class chanted dully.
~
The rest of Charms went by unusually slowly. Flitwick had just given them a short pop quiz. Someone sitting behind Hermione pulled a strand of her brown hair. Hermione turned her head and glared. The blonde Gryffindor girl handed her a folded up piece of paper. Hermione took it quickly while making sure Flitwick wasn't looking at the same time. She opened it up and saw cute curved handwriting.
Hermione ~
What's the answer to number five? Oh, by the way, my name's Emily Higgins.. You've never talked to me before, but I always try to have a conversation. You're always too busy with that red-haired boy and Harry. I think we should hang out more, don't you? Write back before Flitwick turns around this way.
~ Emily
Hermione thought this Emily girl sounded pretty cool, although her ears had at least 10 piercings in each, and her black lined eyes had a scary appearance. She quickly flipped over the piece of paper Emily had given her and wrote back.
Emily ~
The answer is simply 'Uric the Oddball' of course. I'm sorry, I must've been ignoring you for some reason, but I do remember seeing you around. After Charms, there's a spare hour I have, we could check out the grounds before Dinner. Sound good?
~ Hermione
Flitwick had already passed by twice, even though the desks were only three inches below his head. Hermione made sure he wasn't looking and slid the note to Emily. Emily grinned, and Hermione turned around. Five seconds later, Emily tapped Hermione's shoulder.
"Sounds good," she whispered quietly.
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A/N: Decided to take out an ol' author's note after this chapter. Next chapter is really weird. I might completely type over that one. So yeah. But you'll be looking forward to Emily and Hermione's stroll outside, and I have one more student I would like to introduce. Maybe two, I'm still thinking. Anywho, until next time... ;] I'm Hermione1000, signing off!
