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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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