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Outside the closed doorway, Hermione heard muffled whisperings coming from her dormitory room. In exasperation, she groaned softly. The whisperings, however, hushed instantly. Hermione could almost make out a deliberate "shush" in Lavender Brown's high-pitched tone, but she could not be certain. Intrigued, the tired young Gryffindor decided to halt for a few minutes to investigate further. It was no secret that information from the lips of Miss Brown and Miss Patil could only be taken with a grain of truth, however, there gossip was an indication of then general goings on of the more social side of Hogwarts. Under usual circumstances, Hermione would scoff at such petty gossip in disgust. Contrarily, however, she found it rather odd that two girls would be so absorbed in rumor at such a late hour.
Giggling much too loudly, Parvati answered, "Can you imagine the look on McGonagalls's face if she knew Hermione was out of bed! Ha!" Hermione drew in her breath in a quiet rage. How dare they, she thought to herself.
"I said to be quiet!"
"Oh, don't be such toad, Lavender, everyone is asleep."
"Well, Hermione! She might be coming back any time now!"
"Little Miss Perfect PREFECT! Or not, I suppose. A prefect breaking school rules. I guess she is no Percy Weasley." Hermione stiffened and almost fell backwards from her unstable seat on the ground.
"Shh! Anyways, what has been up with her?"
"Up her behind, you mean? She has always been such a stickler to detail."
"No, Parvati, I mean with her. She took ill a few days ago. What was it again?"
"I don't pay attention to those things. But, Merlin! She has gotten so thin! I'm jealous!"
"She has started to slim down…"
"Wonder how she is managing it?"
"Probably dieting. A bit silly really, she has no figure."
"Of course not, she has never had much in store for looks!"
Hermione had enough of the nonsense, in an instant, she stood from the floor and threw open the door. Her face flushed with anger, she glared at the two figures feigning sleep on their four poster beds.
"Oh don't bother, you frauds!" Hermione exclaimed. There was no answer to this.
Hermione started again, "I heard you out in the hall!"
Lavender could not resist, "What of it?"
Parvati coolly stared at Hermione after Lavenders rhetorical question, as if daring Hermione to answer.
To this action, Hermione could not help but letting out a calm snigger. "You two are pathetic. If you spent half as much time in your studies as you did in meddling in the affairs of other…perhaps…Oh I better not," Hermione replied in a frosty tone.
"Well, you're just jealous because you have no girl friends to talk with! You are the pathetic one…with no figure! No wonder the boys don't like you! I notice Victor Krum never sends you letters anymore!" Parvati practically shouted.
"Parvati…" Lavender warned, while Hermione shouted back, "How dare you!"
Suddenly, the large mahogany door swung open once more, revealing a most irked Professor McGonagall with a large nightcap atop her head."Hermione! Lavender and Parvati! Explain yourselves!"
Author's Note: I know! It has been much too long since my last update, for which I am truly sorry! I will be continuing with the story, so do not fret! :)
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