Hermione's New Job
By: Hurmynee
Description: In her sixth year, Hermione is extremely short on Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts. Her new job of choice? Well, you'll just have to read then, won't you? *coughhighendwhorecough*
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, he would be snogging Tonks in the books. If I owned Harry Potter, Hermione would be a hooker/whore in the books. If I owned Harry Potter, Ginny would be a goth in the books. If I owned Harry Potter, the books would be way more twisted.
A/N Notes: Muskrat - Yer a psychic lil rodent, no?
Episode Three: Malfoy and Potions
After breakfast, Hermione had lost all respect and/or sympathy towards Neville. Neville had spread a few rumors, only two that were true.
Rumor List "Hermione's a whore." "I slept with Hermione." "I was really good." "We did it for hours." "I made her wand shoot sparks, so to speak."
The list mainly goes on in that cocky manner. And guess which two are true?
Hermione looked down at her class list and groaned. Double Potions with Slytherin, double DADA with Hufflepuff, Arithmancy, and Charms with Ravenclaw.
'Oh great, mockery from all houses,' she thought darkly.
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Hermione came into the room last, everyone staring at her and whispering to their neighbor. She wished at that very moment she could drink a disappearing potion.
Malfoy was staring at her. However, it wasn't a disgusted look, if anything, it was a look of interest. Hermione noticed, got one of the worst mental images known to mankind, and held back the urge to run to the bathroom and projectile vomit. She had to fight it again only seconds later when Pansy shot her the exact same look.
She sat between Harry and Ron. Harry looked just as messy, if not messier, as the day before, when they first got to Hogwarts. His hair was even more unkept looking as before, his lips were an odd glossy pink, and his hair had some thin blonde highlights that weren't there before. Ron just looked annoyed.
Seconds later, Professor Snape walked in, but his look wasn't his usual look. He didn't look sullen, but hopeful. Hermione quickly put two and two together and got a dirty feeling.
"For the next month, we will be learning about a set of potions that are illegal but highly useful; love potions."
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"I wish I could find a potion that would turn that creep into a pony."
Hermione was walking to DADA with Harry and Ron, and she wasn't all that thrilled.
"The greasy git freak of nature kept shooting me these...these...looks during the class. He should die."
"What happened to your respect for all people that Dumbledore trusts?"
Hermione smacked Ron for talking back.
They walked into the classroom, and got good seats at the front, waiting for the new teacher, who was currently unidentified. Then, she walked in, but it was as if the room was suddenly full of shadows, and she could not be seen.
"Welcome to sixth year Defense Against the Dark Arts," the woman said in a dark voice. "My name is Alania Wilshure, but I highly advise you call me Professor Wilshure."
She stepped out of the shadow to reveal herself, a pretty girl, a few skipped meals away from gaunt, with diamond blue eyes and shiny red hair, a pale complexion with it.
"Before I begin, I want to fill you in on my history. I admit I was a Slytherin child, but I deeply regret being put there, and if you think I will favor Slytherin, like certain other teachers, you are highly mistaken. I will only favor those who show talent in this field, but I will also be here to help those who could use improvement. I will admit that in my early years I was a death eater, but I have left that world behind, because I discovered that the ways of dark arts and evil are something that will only drag you back in life, not help you forward.
I, sadly, had to learn that the hard way..."
She gave a sigh, which was high-pitched in comparison to the way she talked, and walked back to her desk and began to pull out some student records.
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"At first, she was interesting, but about five minutes in, she became monotone..."
"Ron, all she did was see where we were. Of course that would be monotone."
They were at lunch, and were discussing Professor Wilshure, who, as previously said, bored alot of the class. Ron was just about to say something, when an owl swooped down and dropped a note for Hermione.
"What's this? Hermione, I need to see you in the dungeons after dinner so I can give you news on your potion, Severus Snape. Ack, evil perverted git. I'm sure this has nothing to do with potions."
"Hermione, do you know a spell that would cause people's heads to detach from their bodies? Cause Neville looks like the perfect practice target about now."
"Now suddenly you feel sympathetic towards me? Hey, wait, where did Harry go?"
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And again, we witness Harry and Tonks snogging and having crazy monkey sex.
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That night, after dinner, Hermione followed the commands of the note, and went to the dungeons. However, she found no signs of Snape. However, sitting by a cauldron was Draco Malfoy.
"Hello, Granger," he said, fighting back a disgusted look.
"What do you want?"
"What do you think I want? For a little teacher's pet, you aren't exactly that bri-"
"What's wrong with your little girlfriend, Pansy?"
He suddenly looked extremely hurt and offended. He looked at the floor as he pulled something out of his pocket, and threw it at her feet. It was a picture. Of Pansy. Snogging Millicent. And looking extremely happy about snogging Millicent.
"Oh. Okay. I see. Don't take this the wrong way, but you're decent looking - in a rat faced sort of way, of course - why not just get another girlfriend?"
"Thought about that, but then I remembered the saying money doesn't buy you happiness."
"You do realise I'm a ho-"
"Let me finish, mudblood. I remembered the saying money doesn't buy you happiness. And I've decided to prove that theory wrong."
"Ah. Okay. Hold on just a second while I get my lingerie."
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'Draco Malfoy, 16, 40 galleons, 220 to go.'
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"Draco has a bigger mouth than Neville."
"Hermione, at least Neville's mouth gave some positive things about you. He's just saying you came on to him, and revealed your lingerie."
"WHAT? I HAD TO GO BACK TO THE COMMON ROOM AND GET MY LINGERIE!"
Ron and Harry, who was again messy, stared at her for a minute, until she went back to her eggs and bacon.
A/N :
By: Hurmynee
Description: In her sixth year, Hermione is extremely short on Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts. Her new job of choice? Well, you'll just have to read then, won't you? *coughhighendwhorecough*
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, he would be snogging Tonks in the books. If I owned Harry Potter, Hermione would be a hooker/whore in the books. If I owned Harry Potter, Ginny would be a goth in the books. If I owned Harry Potter, the books would be way more twisted.
A/N Notes: Muskrat - Yer a psychic lil rodent, no?
Episode Three: Malfoy and Potions
After breakfast, Hermione had lost all respect and/or sympathy towards Neville. Neville had spread a few rumors, only two that were true.
Rumor List "Hermione's a whore." "I slept with Hermione." "I was really good." "We did it for hours." "I made her wand shoot sparks, so to speak."
The list mainly goes on in that cocky manner. And guess which two are true?
Hermione looked down at her class list and groaned. Double Potions with Slytherin, double DADA with Hufflepuff, Arithmancy, and Charms with Ravenclaw.
'Oh great, mockery from all houses,' she thought darkly.
~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~
Hermione came into the room last, everyone staring at her and whispering to their neighbor. She wished at that very moment she could drink a disappearing potion.
Malfoy was staring at her. However, it wasn't a disgusted look, if anything, it was a look of interest. Hermione noticed, got one of the worst mental images known to mankind, and held back the urge to run to the bathroom and projectile vomit. She had to fight it again only seconds later when Pansy shot her the exact same look.
She sat between Harry and Ron. Harry looked just as messy, if not messier, as the day before, when they first got to Hogwarts. His hair was even more unkept looking as before, his lips were an odd glossy pink, and his hair had some thin blonde highlights that weren't there before. Ron just looked annoyed.
Seconds later, Professor Snape walked in, but his look wasn't his usual look. He didn't look sullen, but hopeful. Hermione quickly put two and two together and got a dirty feeling.
"For the next month, we will be learning about a set of potions that are illegal but highly useful; love potions."
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"I wish I could find a potion that would turn that creep into a pony."
Hermione was walking to DADA with Harry and Ron, and she wasn't all that thrilled.
"The greasy git freak of nature kept shooting me these...these...looks during the class. He should die."
"What happened to your respect for all people that Dumbledore trusts?"
Hermione smacked Ron for talking back.
They walked into the classroom, and got good seats at the front, waiting for the new teacher, who was currently unidentified. Then, she walked in, but it was as if the room was suddenly full of shadows, and she could not be seen.
"Welcome to sixth year Defense Against the Dark Arts," the woman said in a dark voice. "My name is Alania Wilshure, but I highly advise you call me Professor Wilshure."
She stepped out of the shadow to reveal herself, a pretty girl, a few skipped meals away from gaunt, with diamond blue eyes and shiny red hair, a pale complexion with it.
"Before I begin, I want to fill you in on my history. I admit I was a Slytherin child, but I deeply regret being put there, and if you think I will favor Slytherin, like certain other teachers, you are highly mistaken. I will only favor those who show talent in this field, but I will also be here to help those who could use improvement. I will admit that in my early years I was a death eater, but I have left that world behind, because I discovered that the ways of dark arts and evil are something that will only drag you back in life, not help you forward.
I, sadly, had to learn that the hard way..."
She gave a sigh, which was high-pitched in comparison to the way she talked, and walked back to her desk and began to pull out some student records.
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"At first, she was interesting, but about five minutes in, she became monotone..."
"Ron, all she did was see where we were. Of course that would be monotone."
They were at lunch, and were discussing Professor Wilshure, who, as previously said, bored alot of the class. Ron was just about to say something, when an owl swooped down and dropped a note for Hermione.
"What's this? Hermione, I need to see you in the dungeons after dinner so I can give you news on your potion, Severus Snape. Ack, evil perverted git. I'm sure this has nothing to do with potions."
"Hermione, do you know a spell that would cause people's heads to detach from their bodies? Cause Neville looks like the perfect practice target about now."
"Now suddenly you feel sympathetic towards me? Hey, wait, where did Harry go?"
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And again, we witness Harry and Tonks snogging and having crazy monkey sex.
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That night, after dinner, Hermione followed the commands of the note, and went to the dungeons. However, she found no signs of Snape. However, sitting by a cauldron was Draco Malfoy.
"Hello, Granger," he said, fighting back a disgusted look.
"What do you want?"
"What do you think I want? For a little teacher's pet, you aren't exactly that bri-"
"What's wrong with your little girlfriend, Pansy?"
He suddenly looked extremely hurt and offended. He looked at the floor as he pulled something out of his pocket, and threw it at her feet. It was a picture. Of Pansy. Snogging Millicent. And looking extremely happy about snogging Millicent.
"Oh. Okay. I see. Don't take this the wrong way, but you're decent looking - in a rat faced sort of way, of course - why not just get another girlfriend?"
"Thought about that, but then I remembered the saying money doesn't buy you happiness."
"You do realise I'm a ho-"
"Let me finish, mudblood. I remembered the saying money doesn't buy you happiness. And I've decided to prove that theory wrong."
"Ah. Okay. Hold on just a second while I get my lingerie."
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'Draco Malfoy, 16, 40 galleons, 220 to go.'
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"Draco has a bigger mouth than Neville."
"Hermione, at least Neville's mouth gave some positive things about you. He's just saying you came on to him, and revealed your lingerie."
"WHAT? I HAD TO GO BACK TO THE COMMON ROOM AND GET MY LINGERIE!"
Ron and Harry, who was again messy, stared at her for a minute, until she went back to her eggs and bacon.
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