Later on that evening, Hermione was trying to get to sleep, but was failing
miserably. It seemed as though every time she found a comfortable position,
her bed would shift beneath her just to make her suffer even worse. Her
thoughts were plagued with misgivings about what had occurred that day.
Only hours earlier she had been giddy with the idea of being in love, but
now she wasn't so sure.
Was it really love after all, or was she just getting overly excited at the prospect of having someone kiss her and then tell her to come back?
Suddenly, she sat bolt upright. "What the Hell." From somewhere in the room a spell was whispered, and her hands and feet were suddenly bound. Then, someone that she hadn't even seen was behind her. Whoever it was put a blindfold over her eyes and a gag in her mouth.
"Find one of her robes," a voice said, but she couldn't tell who it was because the blindfold was covering her ears making noises muffled.
"What for?"
"Well we can't very well take her like this!" he said (she was able to tell it was a male). "Look at her!" The other culprit realized that she was only clad in some skimpy undergarments.
"Well you could have pointed that out before we tied her up!"
"Calm down, just find a robe. I know a spell that will take care of the problem." He was clearly the more sensible, and cleverer, of her captors. A few minutes later she was fully clothed.
One of them grabbed her legs around the ankles. The other one slid his arms in-between her arms (which were tied behind her back) and her sides, and wrapped his arms around her firmly below her breasts, so that the back of her head rested on his chest. She was lifted from the bed and became aware that they were carrying her off some place.
Just as they began to ascend the stairs, Hermione had an idea. She bucked her head back against his chest. He fell backwards, making the guy who was holding her feet lose his grip and she was dropped unceremoniously, and painfully, on the hard and rigid stone steps. She then proceeded to tumble down the stairs, bringing one of the scoundrels with her.
'How the hell did they get in here in the first place!' she wondered. Just then she heard a new voice, and for a moment she thought there might be hope fore her.
"What the hell is going on out there Hermione!? I was trying to sleep," Terry yelled from his room. She heard foot steps coming from that direction and prayed that he would bring his wand and help her.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Silence followed the spell and Hermione couldn't figure out what had happened. Who cast the spell? Who's in the body bind? What happened and why isn't anything happening? She soon became frustrated with herself because of her ignorance concerning the situation.
All her hopes were squashed when she was picked up again, and they began to carry her off. She was soon aware that they were in the corridors when the frigid air of the dungeons brought goose bumps to her skin.
She suddenly became aware of a smell; a smell she new well. It was an earthy smell, a mixture of wood, herbs, and spices. It was unmistakably the smell of Severus Snape. 'Oh my Gods! I'm being hauled off to a Death Eater meeting." She thought.
'Hold on, Voldemort is defeated. I can't believe I could think so stupidly and irrationally,' she thought. Just then her arm scraped hard against something, most likely a statue, and she was sure she was bleeding.
"Oh, for the sake of the Gods, do be careful with her!" Snape said coldly, and whispered a heeling charm. Hermione felt safer knowing he was there, but she was also a bit upset with him. And why shouldn't she be? He was helping to kidnap her after all.
After a while Hermione gave up struggling. It seemed as though wherever she was being taken was a million miles away, but strangely enough, they hadn't left the castle. From the continual climbing of stair cases, it didn't seem that they were going to leave it either.
"Purple flamingos," whispered the guy who had her upper half.
"What a ridiculous password," Snape muttered as they walked into the room. Hermione agreed with his sentiment. It was rather odd.
She was put down in a chair, and her blindfold, gag, and bindings were removed. Wherever she was, it was pitch black, and she couldn't see a thing. Suddenly, the lights were flicked on.
"Surprise!" Many voices that she recognized yelled enthusiastically. The faces, followed by the bodies, of the people the voiced belonged to jumped out from behind couches, chairs, bookshelves, and tables. She soon realized that she was in the Gryffindor common room. She would later think back to this day and wonder in awe how the entire house of Gryffindor, and all of her professors managed to hide themselves in this room.
A large gold banner unrolled itself over the mantel of the fireplace that read 'Congratulations Hermione, Head Girl of Hogwarts!' in Crimson.
"It took you long enough to get here. What took you so long Harry? Ron?" Neville asked. "I thought I'd be standing behind that curtain all night." Hermione stood up, spun around, and stuck her wand right in Harry's face. "You are going to be so sorry! I thought I was being kidnapped by rogue Death Eaters seeking revenge or something! YOU tied me up to carry me off to a party without as much as a warning, or at least a hint that I was going to be given a party! And you put poor Terry in a full Body Bind! He was only trying to help me."
"It wouldn't have been a surprise if we told you, and how else were we supposed to get you up here. As for Terry, we couldn't have him messing things up, he'll be fine." But he didn't finish because Hermione yelled a spell, but he couldn't figure out what had happened.
"Haha! Your hair!" Ron howled and pointed at his head.
Harry looked up at some of the untidy hair that was falling down on his forehead. "Hermione! What did you do that for?" His hair was no longer raven black, but a hot pink that was clashing horribly with his emerald eyes.
She didn't answer, but instead turned to Ron. "And you!"
It was Harry's turn to laugh now. "You look like a Smerf!"
"What's a Smerf?" Ron asked, but lost interest in the answer Harry was trying to choke out through hysterical laughter when he noticed that his skin was blue. "Hermione, that's not funny, that's just mean."
"Well you weren't very nice to me either," she said in her own defense. She heard a sneering sort of snicker from the corner over her shoulder, and turned to confront Snape as well.
"You think that's funny? If I recall correctly, you also helped in my capture. I'm guessing that your purpose was to escort these two idiots here so they didn't get in trouble with Filch?"
Snape didn't reply, but instead chose to raise his eyebrows. he was actually afraid of what was to befall him. Most everyone in the room would have liked to have a picture of his expression, but not even Collin Creevey had time to snap a picture before what happened next.
Before this the room had been somewhat silent, but now it was filled with laughter.
"Purple flamingos indeed," Hermione huffed and walked over to a table filled with refreshments, leaving a peculiar sight behind her. Snape was looking down in horror at his body. It really wasn't his body at all. It had been replaced with that of a purple flamingo!
After several minutes of laughter and Collin snapping pictures, Snape managed to talk McGonagall into turning him back the way he should be, though she was reluctant to do so. He would have done it himself, but he didn't have any arms. Harry and Ron weren't so lucky, because no one could seem to figure out what the counter curse was for either of them.
Hermione seemed to have cooled off a little, and the original party plan commenced. Snape, Harry, and Ron all tried to keep a considerable distance from there friend, not wanting to be on the receiving end of Hermione's wrath any more than they already had been.
Was it really love after all, or was she just getting overly excited at the prospect of having someone kiss her and then tell her to come back?
Suddenly, she sat bolt upright. "What the Hell." From somewhere in the room a spell was whispered, and her hands and feet were suddenly bound. Then, someone that she hadn't even seen was behind her. Whoever it was put a blindfold over her eyes and a gag in her mouth.
"Find one of her robes," a voice said, but she couldn't tell who it was because the blindfold was covering her ears making noises muffled.
"What for?"
"Well we can't very well take her like this!" he said (she was able to tell it was a male). "Look at her!" The other culprit realized that she was only clad in some skimpy undergarments.
"Well you could have pointed that out before we tied her up!"
"Calm down, just find a robe. I know a spell that will take care of the problem." He was clearly the more sensible, and cleverer, of her captors. A few minutes later she was fully clothed.
One of them grabbed her legs around the ankles. The other one slid his arms in-between her arms (which were tied behind her back) and her sides, and wrapped his arms around her firmly below her breasts, so that the back of her head rested on his chest. She was lifted from the bed and became aware that they were carrying her off some place.
Just as they began to ascend the stairs, Hermione had an idea. She bucked her head back against his chest. He fell backwards, making the guy who was holding her feet lose his grip and she was dropped unceremoniously, and painfully, on the hard and rigid stone steps. She then proceeded to tumble down the stairs, bringing one of the scoundrels with her.
'How the hell did they get in here in the first place!' she wondered. Just then she heard a new voice, and for a moment she thought there might be hope fore her.
"What the hell is going on out there Hermione!? I was trying to sleep," Terry yelled from his room. She heard foot steps coming from that direction and prayed that he would bring his wand and help her.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Silence followed the spell and Hermione couldn't figure out what had happened. Who cast the spell? Who's in the body bind? What happened and why isn't anything happening? She soon became frustrated with herself because of her ignorance concerning the situation.
All her hopes were squashed when she was picked up again, and they began to carry her off. She was soon aware that they were in the corridors when the frigid air of the dungeons brought goose bumps to her skin.
She suddenly became aware of a smell; a smell she new well. It was an earthy smell, a mixture of wood, herbs, and spices. It was unmistakably the smell of Severus Snape. 'Oh my Gods! I'm being hauled off to a Death Eater meeting." She thought.
'Hold on, Voldemort is defeated. I can't believe I could think so stupidly and irrationally,' she thought. Just then her arm scraped hard against something, most likely a statue, and she was sure she was bleeding.
"Oh, for the sake of the Gods, do be careful with her!" Snape said coldly, and whispered a heeling charm. Hermione felt safer knowing he was there, but she was also a bit upset with him. And why shouldn't she be? He was helping to kidnap her after all.
After a while Hermione gave up struggling. It seemed as though wherever she was being taken was a million miles away, but strangely enough, they hadn't left the castle. From the continual climbing of stair cases, it didn't seem that they were going to leave it either.
"Purple flamingos," whispered the guy who had her upper half.
"What a ridiculous password," Snape muttered as they walked into the room. Hermione agreed with his sentiment. It was rather odd.
She was put down in a chair, and her blindfold, gag, and bindings were removed. Wherever she was, it was pitch black, and she couldn't see a thing. Suddenly, the lights were flicked on.
"Surprise!" Many voices that she recognized yelled enthusiastically. The faces, followed by the bodies, of the people the voiced belonged to jumped out from behind couches, chairs, bookshelves, and tables. She soon realized that she was in the Gryffindor common room. She would later think back to this day and wonder in awe how the entire house of Gryffindor, and all of her professors managed to hide themselves in this room.
A large gold banner unrolled itself over the mantel of the fireplace that read 'Congratulations Hermione, Head Girl of Hogwarts!' in Crimson.
"It took you long enough to get here. What took you so long Harry? Ron?" Neville asked. "I thought I'd be standing behind that curtain all night." Hermione stood up, spun around, and stuck her wand right in Harry's face. "You are going to be so sorry! I thought I was being kidnapped by rogue Death Eaters seeking revenge or something! YOU tied me up to carry me off to a party without as much as a warning, or at least a hint that I was going to be given a party! And you put poor Terry in a full Body Bind! He was only trying to help me."
"It wouldn't have been a surprise if we told you, and how else were we supposed to get you up here. As for Terry, we couldn't have him messing things up, he'll be fine." But he didn't finish because Hermione yelled a spell, but he couldn't figure out what had happened.
"Haha! Your hair!" Ron howled and pointed at his head.
Harry looked up at some of the untidy hair that was falling down on his forehead. "Hermione! What did you do that for?" His hair was no longer raven black, but a hot pink that was clashing horribly with his emerald eyes.
She didn't answer, but instead turned to Ron. "And you!"
It was Harry's turn to laugh now. "You look like a Smerf!"
"What's a Smerf?" Ron asked, but lost interest in the answer Harry was trying to choke out through hysterical laughter when he noticed that his skin was blue. "Hermione, that's not funny, that's just mean."
"Well you weren't very nice to me either," she said in her own defense. She heard a sneering sort of snicker from the corner over her shoulder, and turned to confront Snape as well.
"You think that's funny? If I recall correctly, you also helped in my capture. I'm guessing that your purpose was to escort these two idiots here so they didn't get in trouble with Filch?"
Snape didn't reply, but instead chose to raise his eyebrows. he was actually afraid of what was to befall him. Most everyone in the room would have liked to have a picture of his expression, but not even Collin Creevey had time to snap a picture before what happened next.
Before this the room had been somewhat silent, but now it was filled with laughter.
"Purple flamingos indeed," Hermione huffed and walked over to a table filled with refreshments, leaving a peculiar sight behind her. Snape was looking down in horror at his body. It really wasn't his body at all. It had been replaced with that of a purple flamingo!
After several minutes of laughter and Collin snapping pictures, Snape managed to talk McGonagall into turning him back the way he should be, though she was reluctant to do so. He would have done it himself, but he didn't have any arms. Harry and Ron weren't so lucky, because no one could seem to figure out what the counter curse was for either of them.
Hermione seemed to have cooled off a little, and the original party plan commenced. Snape, Harry, and Ron all tried to keep a considerable distance from there friend, not wanting to be on the receiving end of Hermione's wrath any more than they already had been.