I don't own Hermione. J.K. Rowling does. But I'm sure you knew that. Please R&R!
"Mum, I'm off to the library, be back in a couple hours, okay?" she yelled over her shoulder. Hermione Granger wrenched open the front door of her house, wheeling along with her a little cart in which to carry the books she knew she would be coming back with. Her bushy brown hair was piled onto her head in a classic McGonagall-esque style, and her slim, sixteen-year-old form managed the front steps quite easily. She pulled her car keys out of her pocket and shoved the cart into the passenger seat of her lime-green Beetle, hopping into the drivers' spot after it. The car revved noisily, and off she went.
The library chimes jingled as Hermione opened the glass door. "Hi, Mrs Knotley!" she exclaimed to the librarian with a small curtsy. Then, she stopped by her usual table, and threw her jacket onto her usual chair.
"HEY!" a voice yelled. Hermione jumped, and slowly turned around to face the person who had spoken. It was a blue-haired boy who looked to be about her age. He was rubbing his head and looking quite furious. Hermione blushed a fierce shade of red. "What was that for?" he asked menacingly, standing up and thrusting out his hand, which held her coat. She sheepishly took it from him and looked around for another place to sit.
"I'm so sorry," she said haphazardly. "It's just that this is usually where I sit, you know, and I'm so used to - well - I'm sorry, is all."
"God, you remind me of... of... Nigellus, or something, when Nott accidentally gave him milk instead of cream!"
"...You're a wizard, then?"
"And you're a witch. Granger. I've heard about you. Little geek freak, right?"
"Geek freak my foot. Who are you?"
"Adam Cale, but I don't see why it matters to you, Witch of the West."
"Excuse me? I'm quite proud of my witchcraft. I don't see why you shouldn't be proud of your wizardry. It's something quite useful, and it's terribly interesting to be part of a civil, secret organization such as this."
"My God. Do you ever stop using the nerd lingo?"
"I don't know what you mean, Mr Cale, so if you'll just move, then maybe I could continue on with the amazing day I was just about to have."
"Hey, listen, I was in the middle of an amazing day too!"
"You are about the rudest, most terrible, most annoying - "
Before she could get out what she had been about to say, Adam Cale grabbed her and kissed her, long and hard and rather rough. She tried to fight him off, but he just wouldn't let go of her. His hands were wrapped tight around her head and neck. Before long, Hermione had sunk into it, letting him get away with it. They were standing, kissing, in the middle of a library in which Hermione was well-known and well-respected, but she didn't care.
"Mum, I'm off to the library, be back in a couple hours, okay?" she yelled over her shoulder. Hermione Granger wrenched open the front door of her house, wheeling along with her a little cart in which to carry the books she knew she would be coming back with. Her bushy brown hair was piled onto her head in a classic McGonagall-esque style, and her slim, sixteen-year-old form managed the front steps quite easily. She pulled her car keys out of her pocket and shoved the cart into the passenger seat of her lime-green Beetle, hopping into the drivers' spot after it. The car revved noisily, and off she went.
The library chimes jingled as Hermione opened the glass door. "Hi, Mrs Knotley!" she exclaimed to the librarian with a small curtsy. Then, she stopped by her usual table, and threw her jacket onto her usual chair.
"HEY!" a voice yelled. Hermione jumped, and slowly turned around to face the person who had spoken. It was a blue-haired boy who looked to be about her age. He was rubbing his head and looking quite furious. Hermione blushed a fierce shade of red. "What was that for?" he asked menacingly, standing up and thrusting out his hand, which held her coat. She sheepishly took it from him and looked around for another place to sit.
"I'm so sorry," she said haphazardly. "It's just that this is usually where I sit, you know, and I'm so used to - well - I'm sorry, is all."
"God, you remind me of... of... Nigellus, or something, when Nott accidentally gave him milk instead of cream!"
"...You're a wizard, then?"
"And you're a witch. Granger. I've heard about you. Little geek freak, right?"
"Geek freak my foot. Who are you?"
"Adam Cale, but I don't see why it matters to you, Witch of the West."
"Excuse me? I'm quite proud of my witchcraft. I don't see why you shouldn't be proud of your wizardry. It's something quite useful, and it's terribly interesting to be part of a civil, secret organization such as this."
"My God. Do you ever stop using the nerd lingo?"
"I don't know what you mean, Mr Cale, so if you'll just move, then maybe I could continue on with the amazing day I was just about to have."
"Hey, listen, I was in the middle of an amazing day too!"
"You are about the rudest, most terrible, most annoying - "
Before she could get out what she had been about to say, Adam Cale grabbed her and kissed her, long and hard and rather rough. She tried to fight him off, but he just wouldn't let go of her. His hands were wrapped tight around her head and neck. Before long, Hermione had sunk into it, letting him get away with it. They were standing, kissing, in the middle of a library in which Hermione was well-known and well-respected, but she didn't care.