Revenge: Chapter One
Summary: Hermione is denied her precious Head Girl position, so she turns over a new leaf, a different leaf. A bad leaf. Harry and Ron find that weird, wait until Hermione gets her revenge on everyone who held her back, and with the help of Draco Malfoy himself. But does their truce end at revenge? And is it still a truce?
Warnings: OOC(Multiple character), possible language, and probably more things which I'll add in future warnings.
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Chapter One: Sense and Sensibility.
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Hermione slumped against her desk, twirling her quill between her fingers. She sighed and glanced at the board which held Snape's notes. She knew she should be writing them, she just couldn't be bothered.
Snape seemed to notice this, as she floated from desk to desk, collecting assignments. He reached the back desk, which Hermione, Ron and Harry occupied.
"Assignments?" He asked coldly, holding out a hand, impatiently.
Harry and Ron quickly passed their over, not wanting trouble with Snape; It was Friday night, they didn't need detention to ruin it.
Snape clicked his fingers in front of Hermione's face. Hermione blinked at him, not exactly focusing on him exactly.
"Granger, assignment... please."
"I haven't finished," Hermione said casually, examining her cuticles.
Snape's eyes flashed. "Ten points from Gryffindor, and detention, tonight, here," Snape snapped and crossed to the next table.
Hermione rolled her eyes and glanced at Harry and Ron, they were both gaping at her.
She rolled her eyes again, "What?"
"Y-you didn't do your homework," Ron asked.
"What's your point?" Hermione asked tartily.
"You always do your homework," Harry and Ron said in unison.
Hermione sighed and ignored them. She was human, she wasn't perfect. She didn't have to do every piece of homework ever given to them. Why
couldn't people leave her alone? She's been 'perfect' for the past six years, this year was different.
Her eyes travelled to the Slytherin half of the room. Pansy and her gang of girl were imitating Harry and Ron, and of course, not on purpose.
"Shut your mouths, you look like dogs," Hermione muttered to them, earning herself a look from Snape. Fortunately, Snape let it slide, which was weird, but she paid no attention. Her eyes rested on a set of blue globes, which belonged to Draco Malfoy.
His eyes were wide as if he'd seen a ghost. Hermione gave him a 'what?' look and went back to twirling her quilll.
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A piece of paper flitted onto the edge of her plate, Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked up. Malfoy was looking pointedly at her. She raised her eyebrow further and opened the letter.
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Granger,
What was up with you in Potions today?
-Malfoy.
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Hermione read it through twice. What the hell was this? Malfoy writing her a letter about Potions class?
Hermione turned the paper over and scribbled on the back:
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Excuse me?
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She re-folded it and sent it back.
Malfoy read it, looked at, caught her eye but was distracted by Crabbe and Goyle taking a seat next to him. Hermione shook the thought from her mind and poked at her lunch salad.
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"I'm telling you, mate, she's acting totally weird. And at lunch, I saw Malfoy give her a note," Ron admitted to Harry.
"Do you think something's going on?" Harry asked, leaning against his bed post.
Ron thought about this for a moment. "I don't know, it's not a Hermione thing to do," Ron said, then paused, "We know Hermione, she's too sensible for that."
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"...We know Hermione, she's too sensible for that."
The words echoed in Hermione's mind as she sat on the stairs outside Harry and Ron's dorms. She was going to ask Harry for a little ink for her Potions assignment, but hearing those words reminded her of the conversation she'd heard Harry and Ton have when she didn't get Head Girl.
"I don't see why Mione didn't get it, she's so sensible," Ron had said.
Hermione hated that word, sensible. Why did people keep calling her that.
She wasn't sensible. She could be different, she could be bad. And she was going to be, just for revenge.
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Hermione sighed impatiently and checked her watch... again.
He was ten minutes late, already. When you agree to meet someone, you should be there on time, not TEN MINUTES late. Especially when that student is late for detention, with Snape, already.
The door to the second floor bathroom swung open, admitting a casually strolling Malfoy.
Hermione scowled, "You're late."
"So?"
Hermione had to control herself from snapping at him, it didn't work. "Shut up," She said coldly.
Malfoy was taken aback. "What did you say, Mudblood?"
"Don't you think that name is a little old, Draco?" Hermione said, exaggerating on his name.
That made him look at her.
"You just called me Draco."
"What's your point?" Hermione asked.
"You never call me that," Malfoy pointed out.
Hermione rolled her eyes for what seemed to be the thousandths time that day.
"Get over it," Hermione said tartily, standing from the bench she had been perched upon.
The voices had brought Myrtle from her end cubicle.
"Hey, there's a boy in here," She said, rubbing her eyes absently, "Go away!," she said to Malfoy.
"Shut up, Myrtle!" Hermione said over her shoulder.
Myrtle glared and disappeared back into her cubicle.
"So what did you want?" Malfoy asked, leaning on the crumbly wall.
Hermione grinned and crossed the room. "Your help."
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END CHAPTER
What is wrong with me? Why do I always have to bring the chapter endings too soon? But this is where I wanted to end it, so.. tell me what you think.
Until next chapter...
-Charisma-J.
Summary: Hermione is denied her precious Head Girl position, so she turns over a new leaf, a different leaf. A bad leaf. Harry and Ron find that weird, wait until Hermione gets her revenge on everyone who held her back, and with the help of Draco Malfoy himself. But does their truce end at revenge? And is it still a truce?
Warnings: OOC(Multiple character), possible language, and probably more things which I'll add in future warnings.
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Chapter One: Sense and Sensibility.
---
Hermione slumped against her desk, twirling her quill between her fingers. She sighed and glanced at the board which held Snape's notes. She knew she should be writing them, she just couldn't be bothered.
Snape seemed to notice this, as she floated from desk to desk, collecting assignments. He reached the back desk, which Hermione, Ron and Harry occupied.
"Assignments?" He asked coldly, holding out a hand, impatiently.
Harry and Ron quickly passed their over, not wanting trouble with Snape; It was Friday night, they didn't need detention to ruin it.
Snape clicked his fingers in front of Hermione's face. Hermione blinked at him, not exactly focusing on him exactly.
"Granger, assignment... please."
"I haven't finished," Hermione said casually, examining her cuticles.
Snape's eyes flashed. "Ten points from Gryffindor, and detention, tonight, here," Snape snapped and crossed to the next table.
Hermione rolled her eyes and glanced at Harry and Ron, they were both gaping at her.
She rolled her eyes again, "What?"
"Y-you didn't do your homework," Ron asked.
"What's your point?" Hermione asked tartily.
"You always do your homework," Harry and Ron said in unison.
Hermione sighed and ignored them. She was human, she wasn't perfect. She didn't have to do every piece of homework ever given to them. Why
couldn't people leave her alone? She's been 'perfect' for the past six years, this year was different.
Her eyes travelled to the Slytherin half of the room. Pansy and her gang of girl were imitating Harry and Ron, and of course, not on purpose.
"Shut your mouths, you look like dogs," Hermione muttered to them, earning herself a look from Snape. Fortunately, Snape let it slide, which was weird, but she paid no attention. Her eyes rested on a set of blue globes, which belonged to Draco Malfoy.
His eyes were wide as if he'd seen a ghost. Hermione gave him a 'what?' look and went back to twirling her quilll.
---
A piece of paper flitted onto the edge of her plate, Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked up. Malfoy was looking pointedly at her. She raised her eyebrow further and opened the letter.
-
Granger,
What was up with you in Potions today?
-Malfoy.
-
Hermione read it through twice. What the hell was this? Malfoy writing her a letter about Potions class?
Hermione turned the paper over and scribbled on the back:
-
Excuse me?
-
She re-folded it and sent it back.
Malfoy read it, looked at, caught her eye but was distracted by Crabbe and Goyle taking a seat next to him. Hermione shook the thought from her mind and poked at her lunch salad.
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"I'm telling you, mate, she's acting totally weird. And at lunch, I saw Malfoy give her a note," Ron admitted to Harry.
"Do you think something's going on?" Harry asked, leaning against his bed post.
Ron thought about this for a moment. "I don't know, it's not a Hermione thing to do," Ron said, then paused, "We know Hermione, she's too sensible for that."
---
"...We know Hermione, she's too sensible for that."
The words echoed in Hermione's mind as she sat on the stairs outside Harry and Ron's dorms. She was going to ask Harry for a little ink for her Potions assignment, but hearing those words reminded her of the conversation she'd heard Harry and Ton have when she didn't get Head Girl.
"I don't see why Mione didn't get it, she's so sensible," Ron had said.
Hermione hated that word, sensible. Why did people keep calling her that.
She wasn't sensible. She could be different, she could be bad. And she was going to be, just for revenge.
---
Hermione sighed impatiently and checked her watch... again.
He was ten minutes late, already. When you agree to meet someone, you should be there on time, not TEN MINUTES late. Especially when that student is late for detention, with Snape, already.
The door to the second floor bathroom swung open, admitting a casually strolling Malfoy.
Hermione scowled, "You're late."
"So?"
Hermione had to control herself from snapping at him, it didn't work. "Shut up," She said coldly.
Malfoy was taken aback. "What did you say, Mudblood?"
"Don't you think that name is a little old, Draco?" Hermione said, exaggerating on his name.
That made him look at her.
"You just called me Draco."
"What's your point?" Hermione asked.
"You never call me that," Malfoy pointed out.
Hermione rolled her eyes for what seemed to be the thousandths time that day.
"Get over it," Hermione said tartily, standing from the bench she had been perched upon.
The voices had brought Myrtle from her end cubicle.
"Hey, there's a boy in here," She said, rubbing her eyes absently, "Go away!," she said to Malfoy.
"Shut up, Myrtle!" Hermione said over her shoulder.
Myrtle glared and disappeared back into her cubicle.
"So what did you want?" Malfoy asked, leaning on the crumbly wall.
Hermione grinned and crossed the room. "Your help."
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END CHAPTER
What is wrong with me? Why do I always have to bring the chapter endings too soon? But this is where I wanted to end it, so.. tell me what you think.
Until next chapter...
-Charisma-J.