A/N: I can't believe how corny that last chapter was... Oh my goddess...
Some one shoot me... Where did my muse go?? Maybe I'll have to trade her
in... I hear there's a two for one deal at Sears.... Anyway's, I'm sorry...
I really hope this chapter is better... I don't exactly know what's going
to happen so I'll just start writing....
Chapter Five: Lavenders Secret
"Hey 'Mione?" Ron asked. The three sum where heading to there first class, which, like every year, ended up being potions.
"Yeah Ron?" Hermione asked slightly exhausted. Hermione had been up late last night thinking about Travis, again.
"You never did tell us who was head boy this year," Ron confessed.
"Oh you'll never guess!" she smirked.
"Come on tell us!" Harry pleaded.
"Oh no! You have to guess, I'm not telling," she laughed evilly.
"We'll tickle it out of you!" Harry warned.
Hermione shook her head. "Guess, guess, guess," she chanted crazed.
"That's it," Ron thrust her up against the nearest wall and started attacking her sides with his fingers. (Author groans.... I'm pathetic...)
"NO!" she squealed under him. "NO! PLEASE STOP!" She giggled insanely. "RON-N-NALD WEEE SLEY!!! IF YOU DON'T STOP THIIIIIIIIIIIIS INSTAAAANT, I SWEAR YOU'LL NEVVVVER HAVE KIIIIIDS!!!" Hermione was close to tears from laughing.
"Is that a threat missy?" Ron implored.
"NOOOO!" Hermione cried. "It's a fact!"
Ron continued his assault. "Really?"
Hermione wasted no time, with one swift movement her knee connected with his groin.
"You bitch!" Ron hollered, he fell to the stone castle floor, holding his wounded 'area'.
Hermione snickered with triumph. "I warned you," Hermione picked up her bag, that she dropped on the floor when she was attacked. "See you guy's at potions," Hermione blew Harry and Ron a kiss good bye, before scurrying off laughing nuttily to herself.
"I'm gonna kill 'er," Ron stated, rolling around painfully on the floor.
"I know mate, but right now we have potions," Harry reminded his best friend.
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Hermione had just made it to class in time. Her butt had barely touched the seat when the potions master strode in, his superior sneer already on. Hermione glanced around the room, she had chosen an empty counter in hopes that Harry and Ron would join her soon.
While Snape was droning on about some potion equally as boring as his speech, the doors opened.
Hermione perked up, already having her 'I'm so sorry it will never happen again,' repentance set in her mind.
But it wasn't Harry or Ron, Draco Malfoy sashayed in with as much dignity as he could muster before the potions master through a temper tantrum. But then again Draco Malfoy was a Slytherin, but everyone knew after class Draco was going to here about it.
"Mr. Malfoy, I'm so glad you decided to grace us with your presence," the professor leered.
"I try," Draco said with a bored tone lightly brushing his fingernails against his robes as if there were something disgraceful on them.
The potions master sneered in Draco's general direction, then out of no where he started grinning, like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.
The class momentarily came out of there stupor to witness this rare, yet scary opportunity. The room went silent as the professor kept grinning like mad. Hermione wondered if Snape had finally snapped after all these years of teaching pathetic excuses for adolescence.
Harry and Ron chose that moment to enter the room, much more quiet then Malfoy's disturbance, but it wouldn't have made a difference, because the room was so silent it made just as much racket.
Hermione smiled to herself, Professor Snape sat there simpering, still, and Harry and Ron slipped into their seats beside Hermione.
"Potter, Weasley, Malfoy," Snape snapped briskly. "Your partners," he smiled, knowing full well that this could serve as an acceptable punishment, for his standards. "That goes for the rest of you, partner up, groups of three," he barked orders to the rest of the class.
Hermione groaned, Parvati and Lavender appeared as if they had apparated. "Hey 'Mione!" they said in unison.
"Hey guy's," Hermione smiled, making it bluntly obvious that it was fake.
Lavender and Parvati giggled.
"Sooo, 'Mione, what's up?" Lavender asked, as they both seated themselves on either side of her.
"Nothing really just," Hermione watched horror struck as Parvati dumped the continence onto the table carelessly. "Just, uh, tired."
"We heard you were busy this summer," Parvati winked.
"Yeah, 'Mione, tell us your nitty gritty's!" Lavender chimed.
Hermione stared at them oddly, but them again she did need some people to talk to while Harry and Ron served their detention with Snape for being late.
"Excuse me?" Snape growled from behind, causing the three to jump. "This is my class, not a social gathering! Ten points from Gryffindors, get to work!" he bellowed.
Mutely the three girls started working on their potion, Hermione was a little glad that the potions master decided to make his intrusion on there conversation. She didn't have much against Lavender or Parvati, she just didn't want to make her summer a girly discussion with two giddy girls.
Half an hour later...
"For the fifty-th time, nothing happened this summer," Hermione growled in anger, at Lavender and Parvati. Apparently Snape's attempt at shutting the girls up didn't work, and for the past half hour Parvati and Lavender had been badgering her none stop.
"Oh, come on 'Mione," Parvati nagged.
"Yeah 'Mione," Lavender pleaded.
"We heard you got around," Parvati winked and nudged Hermione playfully.
Hermione clutched her hands at her sides. "Are you implying something?" Hermione asked, disdain dripping from every pore.
Lavender raised her hands in defeat. "All we heard was that you had an 'interesting' summer," she tried to explain.
"From who?" Hermione snapped.
"Some Slytherin chick. Rumor has it your not a virgin," Lavender grinned, like she was finally had some thing over Hermione.
Hermione never had a reason to hate the Gryffindor girls, besides sticking their noses in other peoples affairs, and being the cause of almost every rumor started in Hogwarts. But right now Hermione couldn't take much more. "That's funny Lavender," Hermione smirked evilly. "I heard last year you slept with Neville after the Yule Ball. Rumors are great, aren't they? Never no what you might hear next," Hermione conjured up some fake photographs, which showed Lavender engaged with Neville. "Or see," Hermione handed her the evidence.
"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS!" Lavender shrieked. "YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T SAY ANYTHING PARVATI!"
"I-I- hadn't, I didn't say anything," Parvati said quietly.
Lavender ran out of the room.
Hermione smiled. She didn't know Lavender had actually slept with Neville. She had known Lavender had been a little late coming into the dorm that night. But the thought of her and Neville immersed in sex was too much.
Everyone was staring at the trio, erm, duo of Gryffindor girls. There was a long eerie silence.
Snape cleared his throat to speak, when a cauldron blew up.
Greenness covered the entire classroom. A few people screamed in surprise, and everyone else groaned.
"Weasley!" a male voice hollered. "What in the bloody hell did you do to our potion!" it was defiantly Malfoy.
"Weasley," Snape sneered through gritted teeth. "Detention, clean this entire room, not one speck is left green. Understood?"
Ron nodded mutely.
"But professor, it wasn't Ron's-" Harry protested.
"Then you can join him Mr. Potter," Snape offered. "Isn't that what friends are for? Helping each other?" Snape growled. "The rest of you, dismissed!"
There was a rush to the door, as students fled the potions class room. Probably hoping that the side effects of what ever Harry, Ron, and Malfoy, were creating, didn't have any side effects.
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A/N: I'm sooooooooooooooooooo soo soooooooooooooooooooo sorry for not updating anything!!!! I love all my reviewers!! And I'll understand if you hate me... I've been busy lately.. And I had no inspiration... I'm soooooooo sorry... I hope you will all forgive me.... some day...
Chapter Five: Lavenders Secret
"Hey 'Mione?" Ron asked. The three sum where heading to there first class, which, like every year, ended up being potions.
"Yeah Ron?" Hermione asked slightly exhausted. Hermione had been up late last night thinking about Travis, again.
"You never did tell us who was head boy this year," Ron confessed.
"Oh you'll never guess!" she smirked.
"Come on tell us!" Harry pleaded.
"Oh no! You have to guess, I'm not telling," she laughed evilly.
"We'll tickle it out of you!" Harry warned.
Hermione shook her head. "Guess, guess, guess," she chanted crazed.
"That's it," Ron thrust her up against the nearest wall and started attacking her sides with his fingers. (Author groans.... I'm pathetic...)
"NO!" she squealed under him. "NO! PLEASE STOP!" She giggled insanely. "RON-N-NALD WEEE SLEY!!! IF YOU DON'T STOP THIIIIIIIIIIIIS INSTAAAANT, I SWEAR YOU'LL NEVVVVER HAVE KIIIIIDS!!!" Hermione was close to tears from laughing.
"Is that a threat missy?" Ron implored.
"NOOOO!" Hermione cried. "It's a fact!"
Ron continued his assault. "Really?"
Hermione wasted no time, with one swift movement her knee connected with his groin.
"You bitch!" Ron hollered, he fell to the stone castle floor, holding his wounded 'area'.
Hermione snickered with triumph. "I warned you," Hermione picked up her bag, that she dropped on the floor when she was attacked. "See you guy's at potions," Hermione blew Harry and Ron a kiss good bye, before scurrying off laughing nuttily to herself.
"I'm gonna kill 'er," Ron stated, rolling around painfully on the floor.
"I know mate, but right now we have potions," Harry reminded his best friend.
)O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o-)O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O(
Hermione had just made it to class in time. Her butt had barely touched the seat when the potions master strode in, his superior sneer already on. Hermione glanced around the room, she had chosen an empty counter in hopes that Harry and Ron would join her soon.
While Snape was droning on about some potion equally as boring as his speech, the doors opened.
Hermione perked up, already having her 'I'm so sorry it will never happen again,' repentance set in her mind.
But it wasn't Harry or Ron, Draco Malfoy sashayed in with as much dignity as he could muster before the potions master through a temper tantrum. But then again Draco Malfoy was a Slytherin, but everyone knew after class Draco was going to here about it.
"Mr. Malfoy, I'm so glad you decided to grace us with your presence," the professor leered.
"I try," Draco said with a bored tone lightly brushing his fingernails against his robes as if there were something disgraceful on them.
The potions master sneered in Draco's general direction, then out of no where he started grinning, like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.
The class momentarily came out of there stupor to witness this rare, yet scary opportunity. The room went silent as the professor kept grinning like mad. Hermione wondered if Snape had finally snapped after all these years of teaching pathetic excuses for adolescence.
Harry and Ron chose that moment to enter the room, much more quiet then Malfoy's disturbance, but it wouldn't have made a difference, because the room was so silent it made just as much racket.
Hermione smiled to herself, Professor Snape sat there simpering, still, and Harry and Ron slipped into their seats beside Hermione.
"Potter, Weasley, Malfoy," Snape snapped briskly. "Your partners," he smiled, knowing full well that this could serve as an acceptable punishment, for his standards. "That goes for the rest of you, partner up, groups of three," he barked orders to the rest of the class.
Hermione groaned, Parvati and Lavender appeared as if they had apparated. "Hey 'Mione!" they said in unison.
"Hey guy's," Hermione smiled, making it bluntly obvious that it was fake.
Lavender and Parvati giggled.
"Sooo, 'Mione, what's up?" Lavender asked, as they both seated themselves on either side of her.
"Nothing really just," Hermione watched horror struck as Parvati dumped the continence onto the table carelessly. "Just, uh, tired."
"We heard you were busy this summer," Parvati winked.
"Yeah, 'Mione, tell us your nitty gritty's!" Lavender chimed.
Hermione stared at them oddly, but them again she did need some people to talk to while Harry and Ron served their detention with Snape for being late.
"Excuse me?" Snape growled from behind, causing the three to jump. "This is my class, not a social gathering! Ten points from Gryffindors, get to work!" he bellowed.
Mutely the three girls started working on their potion, Hermione was a little glad that the potions master decided to make his intrusion on there conversation. She didn't have much against Lavender or Parvati, she just didn't want to make her summer a girly discussion with two giddy girls.
Half an hour later...
"For the fifty-th time, nothing happened this summer," Hermione growled in anger, at Lavender and Parvati. Apparently Snape's attempt at shutting the girls up didn't work, and for the past half hour Parvati and Lavender had been badgering her none stop.
"Oh, come on 'Mione," Parvati nagged.
"Yeah 'Mione," Lavender pleaded.
"We heard you got around," Parvati winked and nudged Hermione playfully.
Hermione clutched her hands at her sides. "Are you implying something?" Hermione asked, disdain dripping from every pore.
Lavender raised her hands in defeat. "All we heard was that you had an 'interesting' summer," she tried to explain.
"From who?" Hermione snapped.
"Some Slytherin chick. Rumor has it your not a virgin," Lavender grinned, like she was finally had some thing over Hermione.
Hermione never had a reason to hate the Gryffindor girls, besides sticking their noses in other peoples affairs, and being the cause of almost every rumor started in Hogwarts. But right now Hermione couldn't take much more. "That's funny Lavender," Hermione smirked evilly. "I heard last year you slept with Neville after the Yule Ball. Rumors are great, aren't they? Never no what you might hear next," Hermione conjured up some fake photographs, which showed Lavender engaged with Neville. "Or see," Hermione handed her the evidence.
"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS!" Lavender shrieked. "YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T SAY ANYTHING PARVATI!"
"I-I- hadn't, I didn't say anything," Parvati said quietly.
Lavender ran out of the room.
Hermione smiled. She didn't know Lavender had actually slept with Neville. She had known Lavender had been a little late coming into the dorm that night. But the thought of her and Neville immersed in sex was too much.
Everyone was staring at the trio, erm, duo of Gryffindor girls. There was a long eerie silence.
Snape cleared his throat to speak, when a cauldron blew up.
Greenness covered the entire classroom. A few people screamed in surprise, and everyone else groaned.
"Weasley!" a male voice hollered. "What in the bloody hell did you do to our potion!" it was defiantly Malfoy.
"Weasley," Snape sneered through gritted teeth. "Detention, clean this entire room, not one speck is left green. Understood?"
Ron nodded mutely.
"But professor, it wasn't Ron's-" Harry protested.
"Then you can join him Mr. Potter," Snape offered. "Isn't that what friends are for? Helping each other?" Snape growled. "The rest of you, dismissed!"
There was a rush to the door, as students fled the potions class room. Probably hoping that the side effects of what ever Harry, Ron, and Malfoy, were creating, didn't have any side effects.
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A/N: I'm sooooooooooooooooooo soo soooooooooooooooooooo sorry for not updating anything!!!! I love all my reviewers!! And I'll understand if you hate me... I've been busy lately.. And I had no inspiration... I'm soooooooo sorry... I hope you will all forgive me.... some day...