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: I am definately not richer than the Queen of England, okay? So butt off! ^^;
A/N Notes: JuicyJuice - I'm really bad at rating things. I don't like ratings or censorship or anything, I kinda just want it to die XD
Manda - You have to be a die-hard fan, you are my furry-end ^^;
Episode Four : Sevviekins and The Shrieking Shack
"Hello Whoremione!"
"Can you do a free job for me, Whoremione?"
"Put your hand down and stop being a know-it-all, WHOREmione!"
'I hate this shit. Very much so I hate this shit,' she chanted in her head everywhere she went. Between Neville and Draco, no one thought well of Hermione. During the day, anyway. At night, guys couldn't stop flirting with her. They would keep requesting free work. It got so bad, she had to start studying in bed.
And then girls would start hitting on her.
Ron and Harry were still friends with her, of course. But Harry was never to be found. And Ron offered to be her, well, for a lack of better word, "pimp". Which meant he got half of what she earned. Which meant a major drawback in what little she had already earned. 40 galleons went to him. He tried to promote, but stopped when his position on the Quidditch team was threatened. He was just starting to get really good, too, so...
She was so frustrated. School, which was usually a breeze for her, made her feel like she was going to pass out and not wake until the day of graduation. And it felt like it would never, ever, ever end. Then, there was light in the distance.
There was a flyer in the common room. Hogsmeade would be next weekend.
'Joy, a break. A small one, but none-the-less.'
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The night before, she was trying to figure out how much money to bring, then decided none of it, because she might end up spending it all on butterbeer.
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Whorem - I'm gonna start this paragraph again, if that's okay with you.
Hermione and Ron were sitting in the Three Broomsticks, waiting for Harry. Hermione considered leaving many times, (Snape was acting like a perverted old man.) but Harry wanted to introduce his girlfriend, who he had apparently been sneaking around with since his 16th birthday, when he became legal. He noted the legal part, which made both Whorem - Hermione. Hermione and Ron quite curious.
Ron began to say they should leave, when Harry entered the room with a strange girl on his arm. She looked about 20, and she had red hair and green eyes and she looked asian.
"Guys, I know you guys can't recognise her, but this is my new girlfriend, Tonks."
"Tonks?" said Hermione.
"Yea."
"Tonks," said Ron.
"...Yea."
Ron and Hermione began laughing at the top of their lungs.
"You perverted prick," Ron choked through laughter.
"I can only imagine. Ever done your-your-yourse-HAHAHAHAHA!" Hermione was glad she was sitting down, because if she wasn't, she'd be on the floor kicking like a child.
Harry and Tonks stared at Ron and Hermione for a second, not quite grasping what was perverted or funny.
"Shall we go into the bathroom and have wild sex while doing perverted things with these here chains, Harry?"
"Eh, why not?"
They weren't seen for the rest of the day.
When Ron and Hermione finally stopped laughing, they didn't even notice Harry and Tonks left. However, they did notice Snape standing stalker-ishly close to their table.
"Whor-Hermione. I would like to talk to you in private."
Hermione shot a fearful look Ron's way. He shot a look back, which said "Hey! I'm your pimp. I can't stop him!"
She walked off with Snape, but made sure she sent a certain bird Ron's way as she sat up.
I'm gonna speed through here, hope you don't mind.
BlahblahblahIneedalayBlahblahblahYouhatemygutsBlahblahblahHaven'thadsexsince seventhyearBlahblahblahWannaknowwhyBlahblahblahDon'tbeabitchBlahblahblahFine butIbettergetpaidreallywell.
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The Shrieking Shack hadn't made a noise in a good 30 years. But tonight, it wouldn't shut up. For hours, lots of weird noises came from it. Shame, since the superstition was just starting to leave...
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"Severus Snape, 47, 120 galleons, got 60, 200 away."
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A/N : Gah! I'm sorry. Manda nagged me, I swear she did. But I had, like, NO inspiration for this. Well, now it's 2004. I've been a member of FF.net for a WHOLE YEAR! So, why not update this sucker?
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: I am definately not richer than the Queen of England, okay? So butt off! ^^;
A/N Notes: JuicyJuice - I'm really bad at rating things. I don't like ratings or censorship or anything, I kinda just want it to die XD
Manda - You have to be a die-hard fan, you are my furry-end ^^;
Episode Four : Sevviekins and The Shrieking Shack
"Hello Whoremione!"
"Can you do a free job for me, Whoremione?"
"Put your hand down and stop being a know-it-all, WHOREmione!"
'I hate this shit. Very much so I hate this shit,' she chanted in her head everywhere she went. Between Neville and Draco, no one thought well of Hermione. During the day, anyway. At night, guys couldn't stop flirting with her. They would keep requesting free work. It got so bad, she had to start studying in bed.
And then girls would start hitting on her.
Ron and Harry were still friends with her, of course. But Harry was never to be found. And Ron offered to be her, well, for a lack of better word, "pimp". Which meant he got half of what she earned. Which meant a major drawback in what little she had already earned. 40 galleons went to him. He tried to promote, but stopped when his position on the Quidditch team was threatened. He was just starting to get really good, too, so...
She was so frustrated. School, which was usually a breeze for her, made her feel like she was going to pass out and not wake until the day of graduation. And it felt like it would never, ever, ever end. Then, there was light in the distance.
There was a flyer in the common room. Hogsmeade would be next weekend.
'Joy, a break. A small one, but none-the-less.'
~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~
The night before, she was trying to figure out how much money to bring, then decided none of it, because she might end up spending it all on butterbeer.
~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~
Whorem - I'm gonna start this paragraph again, if that's okay with you.
Hermione and Ron were sitting in the Three Broomsticks, waiting for Harry. Hermione considered leaving many times, (Snape was acting like a perverted old man.) but Harry wanted to introduce his girlfriend, who he had apparently been sneaking around with since his 16th birthday, when he became legal. He noted the legal part, which made both Whorem - Hermione. Hermione and Ron quite curious.
Ron began to say they should leave, when Harry entered the room with a strange girl on his arm. She looked about 20, and she had red hair and green eyes and she looked asian.
"Guys, I know you guys can't recognise her, but this is my new girlfriend, Tonks."
"Tonks?" said Hermione.
"Yea."
"Tonks," said Ron.
"...Yea."
Ron and Hermione began laughing at the top of their lungs.
"You perverted prick," Ron choked through laughter.
"I can only imagine. Ever done your-your-yourse-HAHAHAHAHA!" Hermione was glad she was sitting down, because if she wasn't, she'd be on the floor kicking like a child.
Harry and Tonks stared at Ron and Hermione for a second, not quite grasping what was perverted or funny.
"Shall we go into the bathroom and have wild sex while doing perverted things with these here chains, Harry?"
"Eh, why not?"
They weren't seen for the rest of the day.
When Ron and Hermione finally stopped laughing, they didn't even notice Harry and Tonks left. However, they did notice Snape standing stalker-ishly close to their table.
"Whor-Hermione. I would like to talk to you in private."
Hermione shot a fearful look Ron's way. He shot a look back, which said "Hey! I'm your pimp. I can't stop him!"
She walked off with Snape, but made sure she sent a certain bird Ron's way as she sat up.
I'm gonna speed through here, hope you don't mind.
BlahblahblahIneedalayBlahblahblahYouhatemygutsBlahblahblahHaven'thadsexsince seventhyearBlahblahblahWannaknowwhyBlahblahblahDon'tbeabitchBlahblahblahFine butIbettergetpaidreallywell.
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The Shrieking Shack hadn't made a noise in a good 30 years. But tonight, it wouldn't shut up. For hours, lots of weird noises came from it. Shame, since the superstition was just starting to leave...
~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~
"Severus Snape, 47, 120 galleons, got 60, 200 away."
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A/N : Gah! I'm sorry. Manda nagged me, I swear she did. But I had, like, NO inspiration for this. Well, now it's 2004. I've been a member of FF.net for a WHOLE YEAR! So, why not update this sucker?