A/N: Sorry I haven't written lately, I've been busy with my other fics and
had a writers block on this on.... But I think I'm all betta now. Anyway,
thankyou everyone for reviewing, it gave me the drive I need to do this
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Hermione Revenge: Chapter Three
Her Canopy bed had been changed to adorn black net hangings. Inside her hangings on her now king sized bed; she had replaced her pink cotton sheets with ones of black satin. The same with her pillowcases. She changed her desk into a dark cherry wood with a gothic look to it. As a matter of fact, when she was done with her room it was entirely frightening how Gothic she had made it. Instead of the warmth of a light there was the harshness of torches and one chandelier, which had the candles protruding from the mouths of dragons. The walls no longer had wallpaper, they were simple grey bricks. It looked like a dungeon to say the least.
It was time to take a bath to relax her. She hadn't tried to change the bathroom at all; it was still black marble all around. She found the darkness soothing.
She arched her back in the large tub, and put her hand behind it. Then very slowly she lifted out what the problem was. A tiny silver pin. 'Why on earth would a sewing pin be stuck in my back?' she asked herself. All she accomplished was getting herself extremely stumped. Then she started thinking other thoughts.
'Did he look cute? No, Snape's a man, He wouldn't be cute, he would be handsome. Well, was he? No! Hermione! You evil little demon! Get the hell out of my messed up head! Well, You do have to admit it sometime Hermione,' her inside voice nagged, 'you've had a thing for the Professor since the end of your Seventh year!' There was finality in the tone of the little voice. Hermione tried to shake herself of these thoughts as she readied herself for bed.
She had been thinking more about him in her sleep and when she awoke, at 3:34 in the morning, she was mad at herself. She had been having the most erotic dream and she had woken herself fairly aroused. "God Damn that man!" She said out loud. Then she left to take a cold shower.
As she dragged herself out of the shower she was pissed to find that she was no longer tired. So she decided to read an advanced potions book from the restricted section of the library, which she already knew by heart. After she had finished it for about the ninetieth time, she glanced at the clock. 5:59. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'The house elves are up this early¸ besides, if I take my new book down, I may be able to get in a few chapters without any one else bothering me.' With that she grabbed a large book entitled "Tabular Rasa, Potions and Cleansing Spells for the Mediwitch" and headed down to breakfast. Thankfully no one was there. Or at least she THOUGHT no one was there, until she heard cackling and a bird squawking. In came Peeves and a beautiful black owl. She was screeching and trying to hurt Peeves with all the might she could muster, considering the fact that he had her by her taloned feet. Then Hermione heard a voice she recognized but did not register who it was shouting, "PEEVES! I'LL HAVE YOU FOR THIS!" Hermione quickly threw a petrifying spell at Peeves and caught the owl before it hit the floor. Then she took it carefully to her place at the table.
"Sssshhhhhhh," She tried to comfort the still terrified and screeching owl. "It's alright, I wont let anything happen to you." She was then stroking the owl's silky black feathers back into the right places where they had been tufted out. Then she offered the owl some bacon, which it took graciously. She was just about to ask who her owner was, when he came striding through the Great Hall's doors in nothing but a dressing robe and some boxers. She was cooing at the owl and petting her with love and respect, and she didn't notice him enter. He didn't notice her or the owl either because he was still fuming. "PEEVES! COME ON OUT WITH EBONY!!!!! I'LL HAVE YOU AND YOUR UGLY LITTLE BOW TIE TOO FOR THIS STUNT!!!!!! YOU FUCKING LITTLE BASTARD!" Squawk. "Where is Peeves, Ebony?" Ebony landed on his shoulder and looked down at the floor where Peeves was laying, petrified. He was beginning to ask what happened when Ebony flew back over to Hermione, who was so interested in a wound cleansing charm that she didn't notice Snape, but absentmindedly handed Ebony some more bacon as Ebony perched on her shoulder, looking as though she was reading the book as well.
Hermione Revenge: Chapter Three
Her Canopy bed had been changed to adorn black net hangings. Inside her hangings on her now king sized bed; she had replaced her pink cotton sheets with ones of black satin. The same with her pillowcases. She changed her desk into a dark cherry wood with a gothic look to it. As a matter of fact, when she was done with her room it was entirely frightening how Gothic she had made it. Instead of the warmth of a light there was the harshness of torches and one chandelier, which had the candles protruding from the mouths of dragons. The walls no longer had wallpaper, they were simple grey bricks. It looked like a dungeon to say the least.
It was time to take a bath to relax her. She hadn't tried to change the bathroom at all; it was still black marble all around. She found the darkness soothing.
She arched her back in the large tub, and put her hand behind it. Then very slowly she lifted out what the problem was. A tiny silver pin. 'Why on earth would a sewing pin be stuck in my back?' she asked herself. All she accomplished was getting herself extremely stumped. Then she started thinking other thoughts.
'Did he look cute? No, Snape's a man, He wouldn't be cute, he would be handsome. Well, was he? No! Hermione! You evil little demon! Get the hell out of my messed up head! Well, You do have to admit it sometime Hermione,' her inside voice nagged, 'you've had a thing for the Professor since the end of your Seventh year!' There was finality in the tone of the little voice. Hermione tried to shake herself of these thoughts as she readied herself for bed.
She had been thinking more about him in her sleep and when she awoke, at 3:34 in the morning, she was mad at herself. She had been having the most erotic dream and she had woken herself fairly aroused. "God Damn that man!" She said out loud. Then she left to take a cold shower.
As she dragged herself out of the shower she was pissed to find that she was no longer tired. So she decided to read an advanced potions book from the restricted section of the library, which she already knew by heart. After she had finished it for about the ninetieth time, she glanced at the clock. 5:59. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'The house elves are up this early¸ besides, if I take my new book down, I may be able to get in a few chapters without any one else bothering me.' With that she grabbed a large book entitled "Tabular Rasa, Potions and Cleansing Spells for the Mediwitch" and headed down to breakfast. Thankfully no one was there. Or at least she THOUGHT no one was there, until she heard cackling and a bird squawking. In came Peeves and a beautiful black owl. She was screeching and trying to hurt Peeves with all the might she could muster, considering the fact that he had her by her taloned feet. Then Hermione heard a voice she recognized but did not register who it was shouting, "PEEVES! I'LL HAVE YOU FOR THIS!" Hermione quickly threw a petrifying spell at Peeves and caught the owl before it hit the floor. Then she took it carefully to her place at the table.
"Sssshhhhhhh," She tried to comfort the still terrified and screeching owl. "It's alright, I wont let anything happen to you." She was then stroking the owl's silky black feathers back into the right places where they had been tufted out. Then she offered the owl some bacon, which it took graciously. She was just about to ask who her owner was, when he came striding through the Great Hall's doors in nothing but a dressing robe and some boxers. She was cooing at the owl and petting her with love and respect, and she didn't notice him enter. He didn't notice her or the owl either because he was still fuming. "PEEVES! COME ON OUT WITH EBONY!!!!! I'LL HAVE YOU AND YOUR UGLY LITTLE BOW TIE TOO FOR THIS STUNT!!!!!! YOU FUCKING LITTLE BASTARD!" Squawk. "Where is Peeves, Ebony?" Ebony landed on his shoulder and looked down at the floor where Peeves was laying, petrified. He was beginning to ask what happened when Ebony flew back over to Hermione, who was so interested in a wound cleansing charm that she didn't notice Snape, but absentmindedly handed Ebony some more bacon as Ebony perched on her shoulder, looking as though she was reading the book as well.