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Author's Note: I guess this one really is about Flourish and Blotts. Fancy that.

Chapter 3

Flourish, Blotts, and Cannons

Hermione entered Flourish and Blotts with a purpose, so she strode purposefully to the counter and nodded to the two men behind it.

"Mr. Flourish. Mr. Blotts. How are you this fine day?"

"Oh wonderful, darling." Mr. Blotts replied with a warm smile. "And how are you? Are you looking for anything in particular today, or do you just want to see what we have new in stock?"

"Well, Blotts, today I am in the market for household charms: cleaning the dishes, washing the floors and clothes, dusting the furniture- that sort of thing."

"Oh really now." Mr. Flourish spoke up. "Our little Miss Hermione is all grown up and looking for homemaking charms. What do you think of that, Mr. Blotts?"

"I think it is absolutely wonderful, Mr. Flourish." Mr. Blotts smile was now so warm it was bordering on creepy.

"It really isn't all that wonderful. I just thought they might come in handy." Hermione said quietly, as if afraid someone might hear.

"Nonsense, Granger." Draco Malfoy drawled, strolling up from the Dark Arts section. "You really ought to give yourself credit. Learning all those household spells might even earn you the rank of house elf. Oh, when Severus hears this- how we will laugh."

Bloody hell! He always shows up at the worst times, or maybe they just become the worst times because he shows up. Anyway, he can't tell Snape. I have to work with that man- every single day!

Hermione turned slowly around to face the terribly handsome, terribly evil man. "Malfoy. Malfoy. Malfoy. You don't really expect me to rise to your pathetic insults and threats do you? I have only one thing to say to you. Obliviate!"

Hermione gave her attention back to the shopowners, while Draco stumbled away, looking confused. She was about to continue her conversation with them when she noticed their stunned faces, so she obliviated them as well for good measure. Then she went off in search of some books, amazed at her lack of self control for the second -but not the last- time that day.

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Hermione apparated to the alleyway outside her flat, arms full of books. She entered the building and looked both ways in the hallway to make sure no one was coming before performing the necessary unlocking charms. She then made her way into her apartment and to a corner in the living room with bookcases and a table, where she unloaded her arms.

Opening the first book that appealed to her, she began to read as if there was no tomorrow.

Aha! This one should clear up the ring on the table.

She strode over to the kitchen table, found the offending spot, straightened up to her full height, pointed her wand at it, and with a solemn face, said the incantation.

"Evanify!"

The ring disappeared instantly, but she stood still and watched the spot for a moment more, daring it come back, but it didn't, so she went back to her little table in the corner and continued to read.

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Hermione had read her books on cleaning well into the night, until she had found a spell for every type of dirt or mess in the apartment, which she then proceeded to clean up. Thus it was, that when Hermione woke up an hour later than usual (7 o' clock!- gasp), she raced around her apartment in a hurry, trying to get ready to make it to the Cannons' last game of the season.

With Ron on the team, they were no longer losing at the severe degree which they once were, but they were losing nonetheless. Hermione never missed a game, but it always made her feel bad when they lost. It never seemed to faze Ron, though. Ron, indefinitely on a high from playing with his favorite team, always acted as though they had won the World Cup, whether they beat or were beaten by a team.

She grabbed her dark blue cloak and orange Cannons' button pin. Once it was pinned to the front of her cloak, she apparated to the pitch Ron told her the match was at. She weaved her way through the small crowd and over to the players' tent. When Ron caught sight of her, he smiled and waved her over.

She obliged and gave him a quick hug and peck on the cheek. The other Cannons whistled, so she gave them all a wave as well. Ron had told her that she was a sort of good luck charm for the team, since she was the only girlfriend a player of the team had. She had thought it was a bit pathetic, but Ron defended his team, saying they were too focused on the game to have time to look for girlfriends.

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The game ended in an overwhelming defeat of the Cannons. Hermione sighed. What a way to end the season. She headed to the tent to give the players her usual "Don't worry, we'll get them next time!" speech, which seemed to cheer them up, even though it was never true. When she arrived, the team was huddled around Ron, who was reading a letter.

"What's that, Ron?" Hermione asked.

"It's a letter from Puddlemere. They want me to be their keeper." He replied with anger in his voice. "Wood is going to be an auror, so they thought I would just abandon the Cannons to join them."

Hermione didn't notice his tone or the murmurings of assent from the team, so she replied, "That's great, Ron! Wood says the pay is nice, and I have met the team, and-" Hermione glanced around at the faces of the Cannons, which ranged from disbelief to panic to anger (Ron).

Gee. Always the politician, aren't we, Hermione.

"Septemus Obliviate!" Hermione hoped that was the spell that obliviated seven people at once. Looking around at the blank faces of the team, it was clear that she was successful, so she put on a big smile and said, "Good job today! And don't worry, we'll get them next season!" They all cheered up at that, so she kissed Ron goodbye and apparated home.

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Next time I say something stupid, I am just going to have to accept the consequences. Obliviation is for use on muggles only, and it's a good thing I learned it, otherwise Mrs. Gonsoulin might have began an inquisition on exactly why I was pointing a stick at my door. Yes, even though I had to obliviate an entire quidditch team today, I do not regret learning the spell. You can never learn too much.

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A/N

Okay, so this chapter is a bit smaller than the others, but my back aches from leaning over my laptop, so…

I think there will only be a couple more chapters because there are only so many people Hermione can obliviate, and there are limits to her stupidity. She is acting a bit out of character in this stories, though I think she does that in any story not written by Rowling.

I am going start a bigger story after this. I just have to come up with a topic…

Evanify is a combination of Evanesco and Scourgify. I couldn't think of anything else.

Hmm. Will anyone ever find out what Hermione is doing, or will she just obliviate them all?

Thankyou to my reviewers, Emma Barrows and KaitsSlytherin!

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