The last dance-11- boogie
Hermione rolled into the great hall sans her school robes. Gasps filled the hall, and one satisfied smirk. Of course Dumbledore knew about it, he knew even before she went and asked. He even taught her a charm for turning stairs into ramps. Which was a problem at first because in her excitement speed skating down the ramps she forgot to turn it back and several Hufflepuffs tumbled down into an untidy heap. The reaction in the great hall was one that she really wished she had a camera for. Unfortunately Colin Creevey did have his camera and he got a picture of her cruising over to the table. Professor Mcgonagall was by her side in a second. Albus hadn't even noticed her move.
"What is the meaning of this Ms. Granger?" Hermione looked stunned for a minute, she was sure that the headmaster would have told her.
"It's my new extra-curricular activity, I have permission from Professor Dumbledore." Hermione motioned to the head table. Minerva turned to see Albus nodding his head and she walked away in a huff. 'If my students are going to be rolling around the school, then I should know something about it.'
Hermione had a slight blush now, she only expected problems from her fellow students, not her teachers.
"So should we call you Roller Girl now?" Harry gave her a knowing look. They had watched Boogie Nights the past summer at Hermione's house, a few of the other muggle-borns snickered at the comment. Hermione just gave Harry a dirty look.
"It's part of an independent study I am doing, so leave me alone."
"You've taken on another class? Don't you think you are doing enough already?" Ron finally spoke up after staring at Hermione with his jaw on the table for so long.
"No, I dropped the potions research. This is taking the place of that."
"Snape couldn't have been very happy about that, someone choosing roller skating over his class. Who are you working with then, you obviously aren't working with Snape anymore." A number of people laughed at the idea of Snape doing something fun. Hermione wanted to defend him but knew it would be better if she didn't. She didn't want to give away his secret. 'You wanted to until last night, when you shared that nice, dare I say romantic, trip around the rink.' She shook her head to clear it from those thoughts.
"I'm working with Dumbledore, and Snape didn't really care." They all muttered something along the lines of "of course, who else, should've known" and Hermione went back to picking at her food while they turned their conversation to quidditch. 'Why am I thinking about Snape like this? I need to clear my head, he is the greasy git potions master, the insufferable bastard who is cruel and heartless, the ex-deatheater who looks like a god in roller-skates. What? NO! Arrggh. I can not be developing a crush on my teacher. That is so grammar school! He is just showing a more understanding side and I am the only person getting to see it, so of course I feel a little infatuated. That is all there is to it. Nothing more.'
Hermione stood up from her uneaten breakfast and made her way to transfiguration. She didn't even notice the strange looks she got as she rolled down the hall. The skates were already becoming second nature to her. She rolled up to her desk and sat down opening her books and began rereading what she had already read over the summer. The rest of the class filed in quietly avoiding Hermione in case whatever she had was contagious. Most of them had never seen roller skates and the ones that had knew Hermione would never wear them to class. Therefore she must be sick. Everyone had their books, parchment and quills out when Professor Mcgonagall came in. She went directly to Hermione.
"Just because the headmaster said you could wear those things in the castle doesn't mean that you can wear them in my class." Without a second thought Hermione flicked her wand at the skates and they became real shoes. Why she had to do it she never knew because she didn't stand up the entire class. When it was time to go she transfigured them back and rolled out of class. It was the same in charms when Flitwick, actually seemed scared of the skates and asked her to change them. She did so with out question, although again, she didn't stand or walk in class. When it was time for double potions everyone except for Hermione was holding their breath to see what exactly Snape was going to say about this.
Hermione rolled into class and sat down at her usual lab table. Neville gave her some funny looks but never said anything. Everyone else sat staring at Hermione including the Slytherins, waiting to see what he was going to do. He burst into the room slamming the door behind him and stalked to his desk.
"Today we will be making a light as air potion. The instructions are in your book, begin." He sat down behind the desk and stared at the papers there for a second. "Ms. Granger, my desk, now." Everyone stared nervously at her, even the Slytherins had a bit of sympathy. She rolled up to his desk and went behind it, he began talking to her in what looked like a very angry manner. She nodded her head a few times and shook it a few times and they both looked very grave. Then to everyone's surprise she rolled back to her seat. She still had her skates on.
She looked at Neville who had not even begun gathering the ingredients for the potion and got up to collect them. Soon everyone followed suit and the class was back to normal, well as normal as it could be. At the end of class they each tested their own potions. Hermione realized that Snape had chosen this potion especially for her. She could skate for hours and never feel it with this stuff, but after what he had said she was surprised. She figured she wouldn't be skating anymore.
