Neptune
A/N: I am so in love with WhiteLily, she reviewed EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER! Go her! Read some of her stories, they're great!
They're also the reason this chapter is out so fast. Positive reviews help! Especially when they say stuff other than "Write more soon!" (But I still love all my reviews and reviewers! Please keep reviewing!) It's also long because I found some old random bits and pieces I had written before, and one or two fit.
Poetic License Alert-Eloise Midgen is filling in for prefect Penelope Clearwater, who would have graduated with Percy the year before the Tri-Wizard tournament. But let's pretend Percy was into younger women, shall we? ;C)
Rated OOC for minor and major Out-Of-Characterness. Dedicated to whoever wanted them to hook up ASAP.
And I don't know why, but I'm obsessed with the idea of Hermione kicking butt, verbally and physically.
Back in my room. It seems like only a few minutes ago, Dumbledore was explaining what was going to happen, then, the next thing I know, Krum's dragging me ashore, and we're both soaking wet.
Not a pleasant experience to wake up to, especially when he's half-shark.
He kept buzzing around me like a fly once we were back on land, grabbing me towels, asking if I was okay, that type of thing. I wished I had a huge fly swatter.
The scariest part was, I couldn't stop thinking that if I were dating him, it would help stop the whole Draco thing. But I threw that idea out of my head. I don't need someone else to stop this.
Harry and Ron were gibbering nonstop the rest of the day about how cool it was and all that. I only half-listened, wondering how long I would have to be with Krum to get over Draco.
"Hermione, that group of girls over there are trying to vaporize you with their eyes." Ron said at lunch, pointing at a group of girls at the Ravenclaw table, who were glaring at me.
"What's the matter with them?" I wondered aloud.
"Didn't you listen to the rhyme? 'We've taken what you'll sorely miss...' Everyone's been talking about how you were what Krum would've missed."
I turned pink. "Well, that's very flattering and all, but I don't really feel the same-"
"Herm-Hermony?" A large hand had landed on my shoulder. I looked up into the nose of Bulgaria's most famous Quidditch player.
"Er, yes, er, Krum?" I felt rather nervous. Before today, I had only seen him skulking around the library. Every time he came in I would have to leave, because his fan club would flounce in after a few minutes, trying to look casual.
"I vas vondering if you vould be so kind as to let me escort you to the next Hogsmeade veekend?" (A/N: Sorry if that's not the right accent, I lost my GOF book! Wah!)
My mind was going at about 50 million miles per hour. All I could come up with was "Um..."
Someone poked me in the back of the head. "He's asking you out! Go for it!" Parvati hissed in my ear.
Krum was standing there expectantly, wringing his hands. Through the gap between his arm and his body, I could see the other tables watching me. The Great Hall had become very quiet. Even the teachers weren't talking.
I looked up at Viktor's face. For one brief moment he reminded me of Neville.
"Um..." I said again. "Sure."
People started moving again. Talking. Breathing.
Staring.
I looked down again, wishing Draco's face would go away.
"Isn't it a beautiful view, Hermmon?"
"Er, yeah." After a whole afternoon of correcting him, I didn't care how he pronounced my name. I just hoped he would keep his hands to himself for five minutes. He kept trying to hold my hand or put his arm around my shoulders, and it was starting to get irritating.
Harry and Ron had promised me they wouldn't bug us, and for once they were actually keeping their promise. The one time I wanted them to show up, they don't. Why couldn't they have done this in the beginning? This was turning into the longest Saturday of my life. And it wasn't even half-over.
We had just started walking again when an acorn hit Viktor right in the forehead.
I looked over in the direction it had come from, and my heart sank as I saw Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle sitting on a fence nearby, their hands full of acorns.
"Hey, behemouth, didn't anyone ever tell you steroids are bad for you?" Draco called, throwing another acorn and missing. "What's the matter? Can't string two words together? Just as well, we wouldn't be able to understand you! Vant to shpend da veekend vit mein?" Draco shouted, doing a bad imitation of a worse accent. "Speak English, stupid!"
I pulled Viktor away as best I could. He was still glaring at Draco. Crabbe and Goyle were laughing their heads off.
Emboldened, Draco stood up. Cupping his hands around his mouth, he shouted "Fine, Granger, go run and have a snog with your boy-toy!"
I stopped, turned around, and walked over to them, getting right up in Draco's face. He was grinning cockily, arms crossed.
"I would say some witty insult involving ferrets here, but those don't seem to penetrate your abnormally thick skull. So maybe this will."
I drew back my fist and punched him so hard, he fell backwards off the fence.
I scrambled over the fence, feeling an unmatched energy to beat him into a pile of pulp. A few good swings later, Viktor managed to pull me off him.
A/N: I am so in love with WhiteLily, she reviewed EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER! Go her! Read some of her stories, they're great!
They're also the reason this chapter is out so fast. Positive reviews help! Especially when they say stuff other than "Write more soon!" (But I still love all my reviews and reviewers! Please keep reviewing!) It's also long because I found some old random bits and pieces I had written before, and one or two fit.
Poetic License Alert-Eloise Midgen is filling in for prefect Penelope Clearwater, who would have graduated with Percy the year before the Tri-Wizard tournament. But let's pretend Percy was into younger women, shall we? ;C)
Rated OOC for minor and major Out-Of-Characterness. Dedicated to whoever wanted them to hook up ASAP.
And I don't know why, but I'm obsessed with the idea of Hermione kicking butt, verbally and physically.
Back in my room. It seems like only a few minutes ago, Dumbledore was explaining what was going to happen, then, the next thing I know, Krum's dragging me ashore, and we're both soaking wet.
Not a pleasant experience to wake up to, especially when he's half-shark.
He kept buzzing around me like a fly once we were back on land, grabbing me towels, asking if I was okay, that type of thing. I wished I had a huge fly swatter.
The scariest part was, I couldn't stop thinking that if I were dating him, it would help stop the whole Draco thing. But I threw that idea out of my head. I don't need someone else to stop this.
Harry and Ron were gibbering nonstop the rest of the day about how cool it was and all that. I only half-listened, wondering how long I would have to be with Krum to get over Draco.
"Hermione, that group of girls over there are trying to vaporize you with their eyes." Ron said at lunch, pointing at a group of girls at the Ravenclaw table, who were glaring at me.
"What's the matter with them?" I wondered aloud.
"Didn't you listen to the rhyme? 'We've taken what you'll sorely miss...' Everyone's been talking about how you were what Krum would've missed."
I turned pink. "Well, that's very flattering and all, but I don't really feel the same-"
"Herm-Hermony?" A large hand had landed on my shoulder. I looked up into the nose of Bulgaria's most famous Quidditch player.
"Er, yes, er, Krum?" I felt rather nervous. Before today, I had only seen him skulking around the library. Every time he came in I would have to leave, because his fan club would flounce in after a few minutes, trying to look casual.
"I vas vondering if you vould be so kind as to let me escort you to the next Hogsmeade veekend?" (A/N: Sorry if that's not the right accent, I lost my GOF book! Wah!)
My mind was going at about 50 million miles per hour. All I could come up with was "Um..."
Someone poked me in the back of the head. "He's asking you out! Go for it!" Parvati hissed in my ear.
Krum was standing there expectantly, wringing his hands. Through the gap between his arm and his body, I could see the other tables watching me. The Great Hall had become very quiet. Even the teachers weren't talking.
I looked up at Viktor's face. For one brief moment he reminded me of Neville.
"Um..." I said again. "Sure."
People started moving again. Talking. Breathing.
Staring.
I looked down again, wishing Draco's face would go away.
"Isn't it a beautiful view, Hermmon?"
"Er, yeah." After a whole afternoon of correcting him, I didn't care how he pronounced my name. I just hoped he would keep his hands to himself for five minutes. He kept trying to hold my hand or put his arm around my shoulders, and it was starting to get irritating.
Harry and Ron had promised me they wouldn't bug us, and for once they were actually keeping their promise. The one time I wanted them to show up, they don't. Why couldn't they have done this in the beginning? This was turning into the longest Saturday of my life. And it wasn't even half-over.
We had just started walking again when an acorn hit Viktor right in the forehead.
I looked over in the direction it had come from, and my heart sank as I saw Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle sitting on a fence nearby, their hands full of acorns.
"Hey, behemouth, didn't anyone ever tell you steroids are bad for you?" Draco called, throwing another acorn and missing. "What's the matter? Can't string two words together? Just as well, we wouldn't be able to understand you! Vant to shpend da veekend vit mein?" Draco shouted, doing a bad imitation of a worse accent. "Speak English, stupid!"
I pulled Viktor away as best I could. He was still glaring at Draco. Crabbe and Goyle were laughing their heads off.
Emboldened, Draco stood up. Cupping his hands around his mouth, he shouted "Fine, Granger, go run and have a snog with your boy-toy!"
I stopped, turned around, and walked over to them, getting right up in Draco's face. He was grinning cockily, arms crossed.
"I would say some witty insult involving ferrets here, but those don't seem to penetrate your abnormally thick skull. So maybe this will."
I drew back my fist and punched him so hard, he fell backwards off the fence.
I scrambled over the fence, feeling an unmatched energy to beat him into a pile of pulp. A few good swings later, Viktor managed to pull me off him.