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characters are the creations of JK Rowling
"Ugghhh!!!" Ron groaned in frustration at the Gryffindor table the next morning.
"My goodness, Ron, what are you whimpering about now?" Hermione demanded sharply. She was in no mood for his nonsense now; it drove her absolutely crazy, in more way than one.
"I wasn't whimpering. But look, we have bloody double potions with Slytherin, straight off this morning."
"Shit," Harry muttered spitefully.
"Harry, Ron, could you please not swear. Please?" Evelyn said in a sweet, quiet voice just as Hermione was opening her mouth to say the same thing in a more brutal form.
"Oh, right, sorry," Ron mumbled dismissively.
"Yeah, we're real sorry, Evelyn." Harry smiled at her; they had become pretty close the past few weeks. He appreciated the fact that he had somebody that could empathize with him. Evelyn was a really good listener and wouldn't even make a sound until he was done. He knew that had it been Elektra, she would have commented and inserted her own thoughts repeatedly.
"Of course, Ron! You'll listen to her but not to me?!" Hermione hollered irritably. "Unbelievable! How many times have I asked you to stop your cursing? Every time I say anything, you just swear even more intensely than before! Do you enjoy making me this upset, is it some kind of sick sport you have invented?!"
"Of course, why shouldn't I?" Then Ron leaned in and whispered, "You look so pretty when you're annoyed." At this Hermione blushed furiously and Ron backed away lightly.
"Ronald Weasley..." she murmured under her breath as she returned to a book she had just taken out of the library.
Potions had turned out to be much more exciting and, not to mention, more entertaining than any of them could have ever imagined.
Snape had walked in looking considerably more annoyed than usual and Harry and Ron had exchanged glances that simply said, Oh shit. Little did they know, Snape was about to get a taste of his own nasty medicine.
"Alright class, this is the N.E.W.T. preparatory potions class, meaning that this class is going to be more difficult than potions has ever been before. As a result I expect that all of you accompli-" But Snape was cut off by a certain olive-skinned, hazel-eyed beauty that had a nasty attitude when necessary.
"Sorry I'm late," Elektra panted. Today she was adorned with a shorted, black Hogwarts skirt, sporting a Gryffindor lion patch on one of the corners. She had a black sweater vest that would have revealed her navel, had it not been for the wrinkled white blouse beneath it. She had a loose scarlet tie on and she was also wearing a gold-studded, leather choker. She wore scarlet fishnets and black, knee-high boots that had golden zippers up the side.
"Miss Simmons," Snape fumed with rage. "I do not think that you understand that tardiness will not be tolerated, nor will that...that thing I suppose you mistaken for a proper uniform. I insist that you go change at once!"
"Let me think about that...no," she stated calmly. Everyone looked from her to Snape with awe. The rest of the class stifled their laughter.
"Excuse...me?"
"Oh, I guess you don't hear all that well," she said. "Let me repeat that, NO."
"That's it, I'm-" Snape began, his voice shaking with anger.
"You're what, exactly? I don't see why I should go change. Not only would it cut into my potion's lesson, which I've already come in late for because this school is so damn large and has staircases that are deranged and are confused as to where they're supposed to go, but I have looked over the rule book and it states nothing restricting students from expressing themselves through clothing." Everybody gaped and Ron heard Hermione faintly whisper to herself something that sounded a lot like, "she's right."
"Fine." Snape replied, obviously outraged. "Take your seat, which will now be right next to Mr. Malfoy, your new potions partner." He ended his rebuttal with a smirk.
"Great." Elektra replied with a fake smile.
"Now that that is settled, we will be working on a cleansing potion that will heal you of nearly all sicknesses. The instructions are on the board, you may begin."
"Alright, so, you handle the snails and such, I'll chop the herbs," Elektra began.
"Not so fast. Who made you leader?" Draco retorted with a smirk.
"I did. Now get to work wipe that smirk off your face before I hex you."
"I'm not afraid of you. My father-"
"Your father isn't here. Mine, however, is right there. Now get going before I tell him about the way you been looking at me since I got here, hungry eyes. I'm no piece of meat, and I think I'm going to have to teach that to you before you end up getting yourself hurt." She then stalked off to get the herbs needed for the potion.
Halfway through the class, Elektra dropped her cutting knife for the herbs, that had to be cut up into very small and precise pieces. As she bent down to pick it up, Draco looked intently at her rear end, to see if he could get a glimpse of anything. Instead, Snape spotted him and gave him a week of detention for attempting to violate a female student and 50 points were taken from the Slytherin house.
"Did you see Malfoy's face!" Ron laughed later that day in the Gryffindor common room.
"Ronald, you do realize that Malfoy was trying to see Elektra's...well you know." Hermione was not as amused with the incident.
"Oh lighten up, Hermione," Elektra was the speaker. "It isn't as if he touched me or anything. Oh and do have a problem with saying the word 'ass' or something because I really don't mind, even if you are talking about mine." At this Hermione became flushed.
"Oh...well...of course not...I...uh..." Hermione stumbled on her words.
"Don't mind her," Ron said. "She doesn't swear unless she is really angry or distressed. You should see the marks she has made on me."
"Ronald Weasley! I have done nothing of the sort! I never physically hurt you! The only thing that may hurt is when I puncture that big inflated ego of yours though!"
"Oh really?! Look who's talking Miss know-it-all!..." At this time, Elektra decided it would be best to creep up to the girl's dorm as to avoid any involvement in the two's argument. "...have so physically hurt me! You just did it at the feast when Elektra was about to be sorted. Smacked me right in the head you did."
"Yes, well, I've never left marks on you now have I?!" Hermione retorted.
"Oh no, of course not! Seeing that that little smack at the fast was the first time you've touched me since last year! What?! Are you afraid I'll break or something?! I can handle a punch or two still!"
"I didn't want to hurt you after...well, you know..." Hermione said quietly.
"What?!" Ron continued to shout. Then he added sarcastically, "I don't know what you're talking about Hermione! Inform me!"
"Well, the...those...brains. How they left those awful markings..."
"These?!" Ron yelled, exposing his upper arm, which was still covered with scars. "Is this what you're talking about Hermione?!"
"Yes...yes" Hermione's eyes began to tear. Ron gently dried the water beneath her eyes with his thumb and then took Hermione's hand. He then put her fingers onto his scars. Hermione felt that the scars were still slightly indented and hesitantly began to pull her hand away, but Ron grabbed it and once again placed it on his scars. She ran her fingers across one and Ron shivered a bit from the contact. Noticing this, Hermione removed her hand too quickly for him to protest.
"I-I'm sorry...I've hurt you, haven't I?"
"Not at all," Ron replied with a small half smile.
"Yes...yes I have. You...you trembled when I touched them. Don't try to hide it for my sake." Hermione said back.
"No...well, I mean yes, I did quiver a bit, but not because it hurt my scar. I trembled from the contact." He said gently.
"So...does that mean...do I hurt you every time I ever touch you? Is there something wrong with me?" Hermione was horrified. What if every time she had merely laid a hand on Ron, he felt pain.
"Don't be stupid," Ron laughed softly.
"Then, why? Why did the contact of my finger on your skin cause you to tremble?"
"Well, because...because...I don't know." He answered, looking away from her.
"Yes, yes you do Ron. Now tell me." Hermione demanded as tenderly as possible.
"Well, I guess its because...Well, because I..."
A/N: Hahaha, Yes, a cliffhanger. I love them. What will Ron say? How will Hermione react? The next chapter will reveal the answer to these questions and more.
"Ugghhh!!!" Ron groaned in frustration at the Gryffindor table the next morning.
"My goodness, Ron, what are you whimpering about now?" Hermione demanded sharply. She was in no mood for his nonsense now; it drove her absolutely crazy, in more way than one.
"I wasn't whimpering. But look, we have bloody double potions with Slytherin, straight off this morning."
"Shit," Harry muttered spitefully.
"Harry, Ron, could you please not swear. Please?" Evelyn said in a sweet, quiet voice just as Hermione was opening her mouth to say the same thing in a more brutal form.
"Oh, right, sorry," Ron mumbled dismissively.
"Yeah, we're real sorry, Evelyn." Harry smiled at her; they had become pretty close the past few weeks. He appreciated the fact that he had somebody that could empathize with him. Evelyn was a really good listener and wouldn't even make a sound until he was done. He knew that had it been Elektra, she would have commented and inserted her own thoughts repeatedly.
"Of course, Ron! You'll listen to her but not to me?!" Hermione hollered irritably. "Unbelievable! How many times have I asked you to stop your cursing? Every time I say anything, you just swear even more intensely than before! Do you enjoy making me this upset, is it some kind of sick sport you have invented?!"
"Of course, why shouldn't I?" Then Ron leaned in and whispered, "You look so pretty when you're annoyed." At this Hermione blushed furiously and Ron backed away lightly.
"Ronald Weasley..." she murmured under her breath as she returned to a book she had just taken out of the library.
Potions had turned out to be much more exciting and, not to mention, more entertaining than any of them could have ever imagined.
Snape had walked in looking considerably more annoyed than usual and Harry and Ron had exchanged glances that simply said, Oh shit. Little did they know, Snape was about to get a taste of his own nasty medicine.
"Alright class, this is the N.E.W.T. preparatory potions class, meaning that this class is going to be more difficult than potions has ever been before. As a result I expect that all of you accompli-" But Snape was cut off by a certain olive-skinned, hazel-eyed beauty that had a nasty attitude when necessary.
"Sorry I'm late," Elektra panted. Today she was adorned with a shorted, black Hogwarts skirt, sporting a Gryffindor lion patch on one of the corners. She had a black sweater vest that would have revealed her navel, had it not been for the wrinkled white blouse beneath it. She had a loose scarlet tie on and she was also wearing a gold-studded, leather choker. She wore scarlet fishnets and black, knee-high boots that had golden zippers up the side.
"Miss Simmons," Snape fumed with rage. "I do not think that you understand that tardiness will not be tolerated, nor will that...that thing I suppose you mistaken for a proper uniform. I insist that you go change at once!"
"Let me think about that...no," she stated calmly. Everyone looked from her to Snape with awe. The rest of the class stifled their laughter.
"Excuse...me?"
"Oh, I guess you don't hear all that well," she said. "Let me repeat that, NO."
"That's it, I'm-" Snape began, his voice shaking with anger.
"You're what, exactly? I don't see why I should go change. Not only would it cut into my potion's lesson, which I've already come in late for because this school is so damn large and has staircases that are deranged and are confused as to where they're supposed to go, but I have looked over the rule book and it states nothing restricting students from expressing themselves through clothing." Everybody gaped and Ron heard Hermione faintly whisper to herself something that sounded a lot like, "she's right."
"Fine." Snape replied, obviously outraged. "Take your seat, which will now be right next to Mr. Malfoy, your new potions partner." He ended his rebuttal with a smirk.
"Great." Elektra replied with a fake smile.
"Now that that is settled, we will be working on a cleansing potion that will heal you of nearly all sicknesses. The instructions are on the board, you may begin."
"Alright, so, you handle the snails and such, I'll chop the herbs," Elektra began.
"Not so fast. Who made you leader?" Draco retorted with a smirk.
"I did. Now get to work wipe that smirk off your face before I hex you."
"I'm not afraid of you. My father-"
"Your father isn't here. Mine, however, is right there. Now get going before I tell him about the way you been looking at me since I got here, hungry eyes. I'm no piece of meat, and I think I'm going to have to teach that to you before you end up getting yourself hurt." She then stalked off to get the herbs needed for the potion.
Halfway through the class, Elektra dropped her cutting knife for the herbs, that had to be cut up into very small and precise pieces. As she bent down to pick it up, Draco looked intently at her rear end, to see if he could get a glimpse of anything. Instead, Snape spotted him and gave him a week of detention for attempting to violate a female student and 50 points were taken from the Slytherin house.
"Did you see Malfoy's face!" Ron laughed later that day in the Gryffindor common room.
"Ronald, you do realize that Malfoy was trying to see Elektra's...well you know." Hermione was not as amused with the incident.
"Oh lighten up, Hermione," Elektra was the speaker. "It isn't as if he touched me or anything. Oh and do have a problem with saying the word 'ass' or something because I really don't mind, even if you are talking about mine." At this Hermione became flushed.
"Oh...well...of course not...I...uh..." Hermione stumbled on her words.
"Don't mind her," Ron said. "She doesn't swear unless she is really angry or distressed. You should see the marks she has made on me."
"Ronald Weasley! I have done nothing of the sort! I never physically hurt you! The only thing that may hurt is when I puncture that big inflated ego of yours though!"
"Oh really?! Look who's talking Miss know-it-all!..." At this time, Elektra decided it would be best to creep up to the girl's dorm as to avoid any involvement in the two's argument. "...have so physically hurt me! You just did it at the feast when Elektra was about to be sorted. Smacked me right in the head you did."
"Yes, well, I've never left marks on you now have I?!" Hermione retorted.
"Oh no, of course not! Seeing that that little smack at the fast was the first time you've touched me since last year! What?! Are you afraid I'll break or something?! I can handle a punch or two still!"
"I didn't want to hurt you after...well, you know..." Hermione said quietly.
"What?!" Ron continued to shout. Then he added sarcastically, "I don't know what you're talking about Hermione! Inform me!"
"Well, the...those...brains. How they left those awful markings..."
"These?!" Ron yelled, exposing his upper arm, which was still covered with scars. "Is this what you're talking about Hermione?!"
"Yes...yes" Hermione's eyes began to tear. Ron gently dried the water beneath her eyes with his thumb and then took Hermione's hand. He then put her fingers onto his scars. Hermione felt that the scars were still slightly indented and hesitantly began to pull her hand away, but Ron grabbed it and once again placed it on his scars. She ran her fingers across one and Ron shivered a bit from the contact. Noticing this, Hermione removed her hand too quickly for him to protest.
"I-I'm sorry...I've hurt you, haven't I?"
"Not at all," Ron replied with a small half smile.
"Yes...yes I have. You...you trembled when I touched them. Don't try to hide it for my sake." Hermione said back.
"No...well, I mean yes, I did quiver a bit, but not because it hurt my scar. I trembled from the contact." He said gently.
"So...does that mean...do I hurt you every time I ever touch you? Is there something wrong with me?" Hermione was horrified. What if every time she had merely laid a hand on Ron, he felt pain.
"Don't be stupid," Ron laughed softly.
"Then, why? Why did the contact of my finger on your skin cause you to tremble?"
"Well, because...because...I don't know." He answered, looking away from her.
"Yes, yes you do Ron. Now tell me." Hermione demanded as tenderly as possible.
"Well, I guess its because...Well, because I..."
A/N: Hahaha, Yes, a cliffhanger. I love them. What will Ron say? How will Hermione react? The next chapter will reveal the answer to these questions and more.