AN: Sorry for the LONG delay. I am now a mother of 4! My twin girls Aralyn Rose and Elleira Raizel were born July 30, 2004. As if that weren't enough, there was also the obligatory hop across the pond to show off my girls to my mum and dad and the rest of the family there. Then, of course the new semester just started, so I'm teaching again. Writing just hasn't been on the priority list. But, here's a short bit to prove I haven't completely abandoned this story.
Cheers,
Allovara
'If you do not tell me, I will have no choice but to assign you a failling grade and inform the Headmaster. I believe you are familiar with the Hogwarts policies regarding expulsion.'
Fail? What? I have never failed anything in my life. I can not possibly fail.
I have to think of something. There must be some way out of this. With all of the insane things Harry, Ron, and I have done, I am not going to get into trouble for something that is not my fault.
Stupid git, Malfoy. If not for him and that stupid sexy smirk of his, I would not be in this position. I am so going to get him back for that. His arse is mine.
Not if you get expelled, Hermione. Malfoy can wait. I have to get out of this first.
'I am waiting, Miss Granger'.
'I do not know, Sir'.
'The Gryffindor know-it-all does not know something? You cannot imagine how many times I have dreamed of hearing that. However, you will forgive me if, in this instance, I do not believe it.'
'It is the truth, Sir'.
Well, not exactly, but close enough. He's not buying it though. Blast.
'Miss Granger, I refuse to believe that you have suddenly become so incompetent as to be able to answer a simple question. However, if that is the case, I can only infer that you are not so intelligent as you have previously appeared. If that is the case, you must certainly have been cheating in order to pass my class. I do not tolerate cheating, Miss Granger, as you well know'.
He is going to fail me anyway. Blast Malfoy.
'It was not my fault, Sir'.
'So you have said. However, you refuse to provide any evidence to support your claim. Now, how did this happen?'
'I do not know, Sir'.
'Miss Granger! I refuse to endure any more of this childish nonsense. All the evidence clearly shows that you are responsible for this catastrophe. There are even eyewitnesses. You persist in claiming your innocence, yet you provide no alibi, and have no explanation for how this occurred. Therefore, I have no choice. You are hereby assigned a grade of 0% for this term. You will report to Headmaster Dumbledore first thing tomorrow morning. He will make all decisions regarding any further punishment'.
'But, Sir'!
'You have something further, Miss Granger?'
'It was not my fault, Sir'.
'Miss Granger, unless you have something further to add, this conversation is finished'.
'I —'
'Yes, Miss Granger'?
'It was not my fault. I was on the other side of the castle, Sir'.
'I see. And do you have some proof of this, Miss Granger?'
'Yes, Sir'.
'Then, by all means, please do enlighten us'.
'I was —'
'I have no time for this. You are hereby remanded to your room, Miss Granger'.
'Iwzwdmfoy'.
'Excuse me?'
'I can prove that it was not my fault, because . . . because I was with Malfoy'.