CRASH! Harry and Ron both sighed as they collected their screeching chess pieces. That was the third time tonight that Crookshanks had ambushed their game.
"That cat is daft," Ron grouched as he rescued a pawn from Crookshanks paws. "This happens every time Hermione isn't here. She's the only one he'll listen to! Where is she anyway? It's almost midnight!"
"Go on, SCAT!" Harry ordered.
Crookshanks looked up imperiously at them and sauntered away indignantly. There was plenty of attention to be had in the girls' dorm, so to the girls' dorm he would go.
Harry groaned. "Sorry mate, but we both know it's not Mione's fault she got detention. If Snape weren't such a disagreeable bat he wouldn't have given it to her. All she did was try to help him. It wasn't she who put a mistake on the board."
"Yes, I know Harry. That git. I don't see why Hermione defends him. I mean, sure he's in the Order, and Dumbledore trusts him and all, but all he does is..."
BOOM! It seemed it was a night for loud noises. Hermione came storming through the portrait hole, and even with the near dark of the common room they could tell she was fuming. Harry and Ron exchanged 'the look'; neither had to caution the other. After six years with Mione, they knew that tonight was one of those 'stay clear or die' nights. Hermione was muttering under her breath, they couldn't quite catch it, but parts of it sounding suspiciously like, "insufferable...sarcastic git...how dare he...that...intolerable...overgrown bat...unendurable...detestable slug of a..."
"Uh, Hermione?" Ron started, "Are you ok?"
"What?!" she snapped, "Oh, yes, sorry Ron. It's just...he...that...ARGH! All I tried to do was point out that the potion should be stirred counter-clockwise for twenty-seven seconds instead of twenty-six. He's the one always announcing that the slightest, minute; detail could make the difference between a harmless or fatal potion, but when it's his own mistake, oh no! Of course! Our dear, estimable, perfect Potions Master is above reproof! Then he berates me for noticing, when really he should be rewarding my attention, and then, on top of it all, he gave me a D on my moonstone essay! 'Miss Granger, if I wanted to know the year the moonstone was discovered or how many alchemists it took before the uses of it were discovered, I would have asked for such information. All I wanted to know was the ability of moonstone in strengthening and fortifying weak potions.' AAARRRGGGHH! That...that...how dare he! To think! Berating a student for doing extra research! He is completely and utterly unreasonable!"
Having finished her tirade, Hermione flopped into her seat gasping, her face red from lack of breathing. The boys sat there for a moment, neither daring to move lest the oh so innocent looking bomb that was Hermione Granger exploded.
"Shall I go get the list then Mione?" Ron finally asked, ready to dive for cover should Hermione need further indirect revenge against Snape.
A small smile began turning up the corners of Hermione's mouth. The list. Ah, the list! How could she not have seen it before? A few modifications would be needed of course...
"Yes Ron. I think that the list is a superb idea."
A/N: Yes, yes. I know it's a short chapter. I promise to try and make the next one longer. This is just a nice place to end. READ AND REVIEW! PPPLLLLEEEEAAASSSEEE!
"That cat is daft," Ron grouched as he rescued a pawn from Crookshanks paws. "This happens every time Hermione isn't here. She's the only one he'll listen to! Where is she anyway? It's almost midnight!"
"Go on, SCAT!" Harry ordered.
Crookshanks looked up imperiously at them and sauntered away indignantly. There was plenty of attention to be had in the girls' dorm, so to the girls' dorm he would go.
Harry groaned. "Sorry mate, but we both know it's not Mione's fault she got detention. If Snape weren't such a disagreeable bat he wouldn't have given it to her. All she did was try to help him. It wasn't she who put a mistake on the board."
"Yes, I know Harry. That git. I don't see why Hermione defends him. I mean, sure he's in the Order, and Dumbledore trusts him and all, but all he does is..."
BOOM! It seemed it was a night for loud noises. Hermione came storming through the portrait hole, and even with the near dark of the common room they could tell she was fuming. Harry and Ron exchanged 'the look'; neither had to caution the other. After six years with Mione, they knew that tonight was one of those 'stay clear or die' nights. Hermione was muttering under her breath, they couldn't quite catch it, but parts of it sounding suspiciously like, "insufferable...sarcastic git...how dare he...that...intolerable...overgrown bat...unendurable...detestable slug of a..."
"Uh, Hermione?" Ron started, "Are you ok?"
"What?!" she snapped, "Oh, yes, sorry Ron. It's just...he...that...ARGH! All I tried to do was point out that the potion should be stirred counter-clockwise for twenty-seven seconds instead of twenty-six. He's the one always announcing that the slightest, minute; detail could make the difference between a harmless or fatal potion, but when it's his own mistake, oh no! Of course! Our dear, estimable, perfect Potions Master is above reproof! Then he berates me for noticing, when really he should be rewarding my attention, and then, on top of it all, he gave me a D on my moonstone essay! 'Miss Granger, if I wanted to know the year the moonstone was discovered or how many alchemists it took before the uses of it were discovered, I would have asked for such information. All I wanted to know was the ability of moonstone in strengthening and fortifying weak potions.' AAARRRGGGHH! That...that...how dare he! To think! Berating a student for doing extra research! He is completely and utterly unreasonable!"
Having finished her tirade, Hermione flopped into her seat gasping, her face red from lack of breathing. The boys sat there for a moment, neither daring to move lest the oh so innocent looking bomb that was Hermione Granger exploded.
"Shall I go get the list then Mione?" Ron finally asked, ready to dive for cover should Hermione need further indirect revenge against Snape.
A small smile began turning up the corners of Hermione's mouth. The list. Ah, the list! How could she not have seen it before? A few modifications would be needed of course...
"Yes Ron. I think that the list is a superb idea."
A/N: Yes, yes. I know it's a short chapter. I promise to try and make the next one longer. This is just a nice place to end. READ AND REVIEW! PPPLLLLEEEEAAASSSEEE!