A/N: I am so sorry to put this chapter up so late, but I've been at a
friend's house for Fourth of July. I know this chapter is really really
short, but I am studying for my Amateur Radio License amongst other things,
and I don't have too much time. Longer next time, I promise! Eritae, I'm
in my first year as a junior, last year I was a cloverleaf. I don't
remember the title to this Evanescence song because I always call it the
Purple Sky Song, but as a disclaimer thing, I don't own it. Onward ho!
Chapter Six:
Hermione Granger chugged down one last drop of whiskey and stumbled towards the door, remembering too late that basic physics prevent her from exiting through a closed door. After a brief struggle with the door handle, it relented and allowed her to exit the Room of Requirements, which was now in shambles.
Absentmindedly, she began to sing as she took swaying and unstable steps toward the dungeons.
"I linger in the doorway
of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name
let me stay
where the wind will whisper to me
where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story
in my field of paper flowers
and candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
and watch my purple sky fly over me."
As she sang and toted a swinging whiskey bottle, she was completely oblivious to the shadow-like presence of the dreaded potions master, sneering scourge of the dungeons looming over her.
"As fascinating as your imaginatory journeys may be, Miss Granger, you are out of your dormitory hours beyond curfew and you smell worse than a brewery!"
He was startled by her snide remark of, "Up yours, you great bat."
"Miss Granger, that is not an appropriate tone to use when speaking to a teacher! I am shocked at your behavior and deduct ten points from Gryffindor."
Hermione looked unflustered by his reprimand and did something that she was sure to regret after her hangover in the morning.
She turned and looked him in the eye, leaned forward, kissed him lightly on the mouth, and collapsed in his arms, leaving him shocked and very, very confused.
Chapter Six:
Hermione Granger chugged down one last drop of whiskey and stumbled towards the door, remembering too late that basic physics prevent her from exiting through a closed door. After a brief struggle with the door handle, it relented and allowed her to exit the Room of Requirements, which was now in shambles.
Absentmindedly, she began to sing as she took swaying and unstable steps toward the dungeons.
"I linger in the doorway
of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name
let me stay
where the wind will whisper to me
where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story
in my field of paper flowers
and candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
and watch my purple sky fly over me."
As she sang and toted a swinging whiskey bottle, she was completely oblivious to the shadow-like presence of the dreaded potions master, sneering scourge of the dungeons looming over her.
"As fascinating as your imaginatory journeys may be, Miss Granger, you are out of your dormitory hours beyond curfew and you smell worse than a brewery!"
He was startled by her snide remark of, "Up yours, you great bat."
"Miss Granger, that is not an appropriate tone to use when speaking to a teacher! I am shocked at your behavior and deduct ten points from Gryffindor."
Hermione looked unflustered by his reprimand and did something that she was sure to regret after her hangover in the morning.
She turned and looked him in the eye, leaned forward, kissed him lightly on the mouth, and collapsed in his arms, leaving him shocked and very, very confused.