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"Hermione." Kate
called, as Hermione flopped onto the couch in the Den.
Hermione
grunted at her and pulled an afghan around her shoulders.
"My
brother and Harry are used to girls falling all over them. They've
never met someone who doesn't let them ogle her up. Mostly chicks
don't care where they look." She laughed to herself. "The
fact that that is my brother is kind of disturbing. The fact of the
matter is, you shouldn't let it get to you. Mostly they just hang
with me and Mercy, and well. we aren't big in the chest department,
so you see? When they start hanging with chicks who actually have
boobs, they get really full on themselves."
Hermione
laughed and shook her head. "What ever."
"Oh,
and if Harry asks you to come and see his cool new broom by the
pitch? He wants to get you in the crib." She called over her
shoulder as she headed for their dorm.
Hermione laughed to
herself. She doubted anyone actually wanted her like that. Aside from
Seamus. But he was dead now. All because Harry went to
Durmstrang.
Hermione pushed that thought to the back of her
mind as she opened her Journey Journal. A Journey Journal is a book
that is magiked so that when you write in it, the exact same appears
on its sister. Dumbledore, Hermione headmaster has the sister to her
Journey Journal.
I Dear: Dumbledore.
Things are
not going as we had assumed. It seems that you putting Harry in touch
with his godfather has aroused a few problems. Like he now is the
ringleader of a new Marauders gang. He seems a bit more crude than I
would have imagined. I think it will be difficult for me to find
people with my craving for learning here. And my sharp
tongue.
-Hermione Granger /I
The shrill, and
excruciatingly annoying bell sounded and Hermione dropped her
journal, startled. Packing the things for her next class, Hermione
hopped down the ladder and landed with a thump at the
bottom.
"Reflexes like a cat. Body like one too."
Harry said, as he stopped, obviously just passing by the entrance on
his way to class.
"Do you find all animals attractive? Or
just cats?" She brushed her thighs off. Harry blushed,
momentarily at a loss for words.
"Or just you?"
"And
the hundreds of other girls who 'throw themselves at you?" She
sneered at him, grabbing her fallen books and heading down the
hallway, she had no clue were she was headed. Grunting, Harry trotted
to catch up. Hermione was a little pink. It always embarrassed her to
engage in verbal battles.
"It's not hundreds." Harry
said, almost modestly. Hermione snorted as he continued, "More
like thousands." He stared up into nothingness, sighing
contently.
Hermione pulled away from him and continued down
the hallway.
"What class do you have next?" Harry
asked, ignoring her obvious attempts to escape his unintelligent
banter.
Grudgingly Hermione replied, "History of Magic."
She said, checking her schedule.
Harry looked mildly
disappointed. "I have Quidditch." He shrugged, then waved
Sean over.
"Sean. You have History right?" He asked.
Sean nodded falling into synch beside Hermione. "Hermione here,
doesn't know the way. Care to help a lady?" Harry took a
sweeping bow and walked away.
"Err.hey." Hermione
said, crossing her arms over her books in front of her chest.
"No!"
Sean said. "Don't do that!"
Hermione looked startled
before she saw his gaze directed at her chest. She turned even more
pink then before and sped up a little. She could hear Sean laughing
as he caught up.
"Chill out. I was kidding." He
said, knocking her shoulder with his as they turned up a staircase
and into a classroom.
Unlike the first class, this one was
dead silent. No one moved. Everyone's attention was focus straight
forwards. No one was throwing anything and everyone had their notes
out. Hermione stared curiously at the center of the classroom. A fat
man stood, or rather, slouched there. He was wearing a brown robe,
much like habit at it was tied around the waist with a brown cord.
Hermione slid quietly into seat beside Sean. No one joined them. The
room was build much the same as the first, only there was no windows,
and the air was fresher.
"History of Magic." The fat
man said, swigging from a whiskey bottle. Hermione coughed a little
at the indecency of it.
A large white spot on the wall was
suddenly filled with images. Images of wizards and warlocks casting
spells. People died, people levitated. It was amazing. It looked like
a Muggle theatre, but realistic. Hermione stared at the screen.
Sparks flew down, showering the room. Suddenly an image of Proffessor
Trelawney flashed on the screen, no one moved, it was gone in a
second, Hermione was the only one who recognized her.
"As
you all know, the history of magic is a pointless subject, which none
of you should be subjected to." Another gulp of whiskey.
"Three
hundred years ago there was a man named Montague White. He was most
commonly known as Virgin White." A Few people laughed.
"Which
he most certainly wasn't. He was good looking guy, short black hair.
A long moustache. Lots of money. Very powerful wizard. He was a
player. He had a different chick in his bed every night right? Kinda
my hero."
Hermione was shocked by the un formalness of
this lesson, but it was weird because the students actually seemed to
be paying attention to the teacher. A few people grinned at the
teacher as he continued his story.
"Any way. He always
did real well with the ladies. And he liked to mess around with them.
Like use magic to make them.do better." A few guys comments
rudely on how they didn't need it. The teacher barked out laughter,
gulping more whiskey.
"Well, he also had this twisted
sense of horny. He liked animals."
"Like Mr.
Potter." Hermione commented loudly. Sean being the only one who
had over heard the few comments on Harry liking animals laughed
outright. A few people looked at them oddly, giving them weird
stares. Hermione regained herself as the teacher continued.
"Well.
He was arrested for giving this one girl." The professor moved
his hands in an hourglass form in the air, "Body like a goddess,
a cow milking thing."
Everyone laughed, Hermione remained
looking distainfully at the front of the classroom. She raised her
hand, staring at the teacher.
"Yes Hermione?" The
teacher asked her. She had no idea how he knew her name.
"What
is that supposed to teach us?" She asked. Everyone stared at her
like she was stupid.
" am to understand you are not used
to having entertaining classes then Mrs. Granger? I just taught you
how the Ministry Law One shall not alter humans into animals for
sexual purposes came to be a law."
Hermione blushed and
sat back.
To the class he said: "That would have taken
any other teacher days to get you to listen too. I taught you all you
need to know in ten minutes. He bowed, then desparated.
"God
these classes are short." Hermione muttered, standing up.
"You
know what is not short?" Sean said suggestively, pinching
Hermione bottom.
Hermione yelped and stomped off calling over
her shoulder. "Nothing comes to mind."
Sean caught
up to you. "Well. I can name a few thing that it does come to."
He winked at her.
Hermione looked upwards. "What did I do
to deserve this?" she said exasperatedly just as Harry, Leon and
Mercy came up behind them.
"What's up Girl?" Mercy
asked, walking beside Hermione.
"My big fat cock."
Sean said crudely. Hermione gave his a disgusted look.
"That
only gets up to little boys." Mercy snapped turning away from
the guys down a hallways towards the mess hall. "Ignore them."
She said, opening the door for Hermione.
Mercy took a seat at
the Liondragon table and indicated Hermione to sit across from
Hermione. Hermione took the offered seat as Kate sat down beside her.
Unfortunately Jake sat on the other side.
Hermione shot him a
glare fit for the lowest of scum. He held his hands up in mock
defeat. "Don't glare at me because of my crude, unrefined
friends." He smiled peacefully at her.
Hermione let her
glare fade. "Your Jake?" he nodded.
"How do you
put up with them? They are like Neanderthals." She scowled,
biting into her Tuna sandwich.
"It's not so much putting
up with them as keeping a leash on them" Jake grinned as Harry
approaching behind Hermione. "Hey." He greeted his
buddy.
Harry wrapped his fingers around Hermione's shoulders
and began massaging them. Hermione had to admit it felt really good.
She stood up quickly and turned to face him. People were looking at
them because, on her way up, Hermione had sent a pitcher of Juice
flying.
No one could hear Hermione as she hissed at Harry.
"Don't touch me."
"Why not?"
Hermione
couldn't think of any good insult or anything to actually say to
that.
Harry smiled at her for a second, then suddenly he
leaned forwards and pressed his lips against Hermione's. Hermione
didn't move for shock for a few seconds, actually she went along with
it instinctively for a few seconds. He was a good kisser, she had to
admit.
Suddenly she pulled away.
"Stay away from
me Harry Potter." She stormed off.
"Except for our
Lessons right?" He called after her. She didn't respond.
Damn
him for being a good kisser.
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