Mismatched Love
Chapter 7: Of Snakes and Lions
The weeks seemed to fly by and before long; the 31st of March came and left. Hermione sat up in bed and slowly blinked the sleep from her eyes.
She looked around her; no one was in the dorm. It was a Saturday and everyone was outside enjoying the beautiful day. Hermione dragged herself out of bed and with a flick of the wand, she was dressed.
She self-consciously patted her long dark brown hair and sighed. She smiled happily, she and Blaise Zabini had been dating since that day and she couldn't have been happier. Being with Blaise was never boring; he would surprise her with flowers (black roses) and cards overflowing with messages of love. Pansy herself was so jealous, Hermione smirked to herself, "Poor girl, guess she couldn't take the fact that no one would ever do this for her." Hermione had thought that day looking at Pansy's green with envy.
Hermione came out of her reverie, went out of the room and headed for the Hogwarts Lake. She sat underneath the shade of the tree which stood by the pond, she was staring at the deep blue lake thinking, when she suddenly remembered why was she there moping around, there were better stuff to do, especially on this day!
Perking up instantly, Hermione walked to the Great Hall and she saw her cronies, as usual stuffing their faces with breakfast.
Hermione sat down and looked at the three, "Hey, you guys forgot what day is today! We have something important to do, can't just sit here."
The three looked at Hermione in confusion and stared at her for quite a long period of time before realising what she said. Crabbe and Goyle immediately stood up and Pansy hastily wiped her mouth with the side of her sleeve.
Hermione looked in disgust but decided to ignore it; she couldn't let such a small thing ruin her day. She looked around and she saw Colin Creevey, an obsessed fan of Potter who carried a camera around his neck everywhere he went. Smiling Hermione said, "We have the first victim."
Hermione calmly strolled over to Colin who hadn't take notice of her yet.
"Hello," Hermione smiled as she looked at the boy.
"Err… err… Don't hurt me!!" Colin screamed, but no one paid any attention to him, they were too busy watching the exciting show.
"Now that's not very nice, you shouldn't accuse people of something they didn't do, manners are important, wouldn't you agree?" Hermione said sweetly.
"Yes mam! Please don't hurt me, I beg you!" Colin pleaded, hoping that Harry would suddenly save him.
"Manners matter and seeing that you have none at all, I think we have to teach you, don't you think so Crabbe?" Hermione said, smiling at the terrified look on Colin's face. Crabbe snorted excitedly, waiting for the excitement.
Colin gaped and seeing the four in front of him doing nothing, tried to make a break for the Gryffindor table.
"Not so fast, how could you leave without a word, tsk tsk, very rude don't you agree Pansy?" Hermione said as she took out her wand and with a tiny flick, lifted him off the ground.
"Please… I beg you don't hurt me…" Colin pleaded pitifully as tears flowed down his eyes.
"I won't hurt you; I just need to punish you for being so rude." Hermione said pleasantly.
When Hermione had left with Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy at her heels, poor Colin was on the floor, covered from head to toe in huge boils the size of your fists and Colin was scratching them incessantly, which made the boils even bigger.
Colin's brother, Dennis helped his brother up to the Infirmary, as the two brothers walked past the four, he hissed, "Monsters, may you get locked up in Azkaban one day."
Hermione hearing that comment, turned to face Dennis, "Can't seem to keep their mouths shut can't we? We'll just see about that." Hermione muttered a spell and aimed it at Dennis, almost instantly, his lips swelled enormously to a ridiculous size and being so heavy, Dennis fell face first into the ground hard.
"Serves you right you lousy git, maybe you should just keep your mouth shut from now on. It would do you more good." Hermione grinned evilly and giving her hair a toss, walked away.
Hermione smiled, April Fool's day was turning out to be one great day.
She walked down the long corridors and headed for the outside. She walked around and she came across the Qudditch field.
There up in the sky, were three mounted figures on brooms. Hermione squinted slightly and put up her hands to shield her eyes from the sun. She smirked; this was definitely going to be a good day.
She walked down to the field as Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy trailed behind her.
Up in the sky, were the three Gryffindors Hermione despised the most, Potter, Weasley and Malfoy.
She smirked evilly and watched as the three Quidditch players flew above her, unaware of her presence.
She quietly watched them and although she hated to admit it, the trio were very good, but of course they had to be good otherwise how would Gryffindor managed to beat her house everytime, then again, how good would your house's Quidditch team be if Crabbe and Goyle were part of the team?
Hermione frowned as she recalled the many times, her house had lost to Gryffindor. She looked up and saw Malfoy flying around, holding the Quaffle under his arm as he tried to put it thorough the hoops Weasley was blocking.
Looking at Malfoy reminded hers of the Potions project they were forced to do together. Luckily, they had managed to finish it, but since that day, Hermione didn't talk to him at all and they handed in their research notes on time, in fact two days earlier than anyone else's. Good thing for them, they didn't have to actually make the potion to prove their theory, Hermione couldn't stand it if she was forced to stay any longer with Malfoy.
Hermione for the second time that day frowned and was thinking about something, when she heard Pansy shrieking behind her.
"Pansy, just shut up, you sound even worser than a Banshee for crying out loud! SHUT UP!" Hermione yelled, but before she could turn around, she heard a fair humming sound and a rustle of flapping wings near her ear and the next thing she knew, Potter had made a dive for the Golden Snitch and grabbed it, involuntarily knocking Hermione over.
Crabbe and Goyle immediately helped Hermione up as she brushed the dirt of her clothes.
"Potter, see that you are as clumsy as ever on that pathetic twig of yours that you call a broom." Hermione said as she looked at Harry disgustedly.
"Granger, why don't you save your comments for another day?" Harry said and not wanting to spend another moment near her, turned and walked away briskly.
"What's the matter Potter? Too chicken? Or do you need your little friends to help you?" Hermione said coolly as she watched Harry's slowly retreating back.
At Hermione's remark, Harry turned back and walked up close to Hermione, wand at ready.
"My, my, Potter, a bit too hasty aren't we?" Hermione said as Harry pointed his wand at her neck. Crabbe and Goyle were ready to punch Harry into pulp, but Hermione wanted to do this on her own.
"Granger, shut it! You bloody idiot, just because you're a female, doesn't mean that I won't hesitate to punch you." Harry spat as her pointed his wand threateningly at her neck.
"Potter, good observant skills, 20 points to Gryffindor." Hermione said sarcastically.
Hermione was not in the least bit fazed, Potter was doing exactly what she had expected him to. The plan was going smoothly.
At this point of time, Ron and Draco landed near Harry 's broom and were trying to pull him away.
"Harry, stop bothering youself with the idiot, she's not worth the time mate!" Ron said as he stood next to Harry, 'Personally I would definitely give you the go-ahead sign to punch her up to a pulp though."
"Harry, just leave her alone. You know jolly well that if you punched her, you'll be stooping to her level too." Draco pointed out.
Harry, shaking slightly with anger, stowed his wand back into his back pocket and walked away.
Hermione just smirked as she watched the three walking away and shouting to them said, "I must definitely return you three the favour of treating me so nicely!"
The three turned, surprised at her words. Taking hold of the opportunity, Hermione quickly aimed her hex at the trio, before they even had time to realise anything.
The three who were knocked out quickly got to their feet and saw Hermione, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy laughing violently and clutching their sides. The three looked at each other and realising what Hermione did hurriedly ran back to their dorm.
Hermione laughed until she cried, she felt immensely better already. Nothing else could make her day any better. Afterall, what could be better than seeing the Gryffindor trio in a dress and wearing make-up?
(A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Really thanks to all those who reviewed, hope you can continue to do so hopefully, you can also send in some of your ideas and constructive criticism so that I will become a better writer! Thanks!)