Thanks to Dracula and Caprice for continuing to read and review. I'm sorry if this section is kinda gay, but it's the best I can do right now. I promise it'll get better. The end is in sight!
Hermione looked out of her window as she got dressed. It was a gray, dreary sort of day, and she hoper that the sun would come out soon.
She met Harry and Ron on the stairs. Both of them were complaining about an essay for Transfiguration that neither of them had gotten finished. She had to smile: that was par for the course with those two.
"Hey 'Mione..." Ron began pleadingly.
"Yes Ron, I'll look over your essay when you're done with it." She replied, already knowing where this conversation was going. "Yours too, Harry."
The boys beamed at her, and she rolled her eyes good-naturedly at them.
They had just sat down at the table when a black owl came flying in. It landed on the table in front of Hermione and hooted at her. She untied the bundle of letter attached to its leg, and gave a small squeal of delight when she caught sight of the familiar handwriting.
"I take it these are from Remus." Harry said, amusedly.
"Uh huh." She replied, not paying attention to a word he was saying. Harry and Ron exchanged a look, and then took their letters to read. Harry put some water in a bowl for the owl so it could have a drink before it left. It affectionately nipped his fingers, took a long drink, and flew off.
"What did yours say?" Ron asked Harry as they came out of Herbology.
"He said he was feeling better, and wished me good luck with the rest of the school year and Quidditch." Harry replied. Ron's ears turned red.
"He gave me some advice about girls, and told me to always have chocolate on hand when it's that time of the month."
Hermione came walking dreamily toward them as they chuckled.
"Nice letter, 'Mione?" Ron asked innocently.
"Oh yes." She said.
"I hope Rem knows what he's in for." Harry muttered. She glared at him playfully, spell broken.
"And just what is that supposed to mean, Harry James Potter?"
Harry looked at Ron. He held up his hands.
"Don't look at me for help!" the boy said.
"Some friend you are!" Harry snorted.
"It's not my fault you chose to take on Hermione!" Ron said.
"You guys are really too much." She laughed.
They fell in step together to go back to the dining hall. "Can you tell us what he said, or is it top secret information?" Harry teased.
"He said he's really sorry that he wasn't able to see us off, and that you didn't get a ride on his motorcycle, Harry. He's coming for graduation, and he'll be visiting in a couple of weeks. He's bringing the bike." She said primly, looking sideways at Harry,
"All right! I do get a ride on it!" he whooped.
"Men and bikes." She muttered as they sat down to eat.
Harry and Ron finished their essays in no time at all, and she only had to make a few corrections.
"You've got some good information Ron, but you just inverted your order in a couple places. Harry, you misspelled a couple words. I corrected those for you." Hermione said sternly as she handed them back their parchments. "Don't leave it so late next time."
"Yes, Mum." They replied meekly. She flicked some nuts at them and a miniature food fight broke out at the Gryffindor table.
Minerva McGonnagall looked in astonishment at her Transfiguration class. All of them had various bits of food stuck in their hair and on their clothes.
"Do I even want to ask?" she said with a raised eyebrow.
"No professor." The class chanted as one.
"Who started it?" she asked curiously.
Harry grinned. "Hermione. She threw some nuts at Ron and I."
She gazed at the girl who turned bright red with embarrassment.
"Well, the saying says it is the studious ones you have to be careful of. I remember the time Remus Lupin started a school wide soap fight." The professor reflected fondly.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at one another. "Please tell us about it, Professor." She begged.
"I suppose I could." McGonnagall replied briskly.
"It was the 7th year for the legendary Marauders, and James Potter and Sirius Black were teasing poor Remus about the fact that he never once had caused any trouble. Remus was a studious boy, very intelligent, and tried to keep himself out of any detentions. Finally, he couldn't take the teasing anymore and decided to shut his friends up. One night, when those two had a detention with Mr. Filch, Remus snuck in and put an extra bubble spell on their cleaning solution. The harder they scrubbed, the more bubbles they made.
Bubbles were spilling out into the hall, and Mr. Filch was furious. He thought that Sirius and James were doing it on purpose. He slipped, and when he got back up again, the bubbles had formed themselves into a crown that said, "Argus Filch, Queen of Sheba."
James and Sirius were beside themselves with laughter. They knew who had done it, and so did Argus when he took a look in the mirror. Only one person in the school would know who the queen of Sheba even was. He went looking for Remus, but the boy was prepared. He attacked Argus with some specially made soap bombs.
By this point, the whole school had heard the commotion and turned up to see what on earth was going on. They saw the bubbles, and they all started throwing soap at each other, making a gigantic mess of the hall. Remus received 3 weeks detention for that."
Looking at the class, she said, "Enough story time. Let's get to work, people!"