Summery-When Hermione comes across a very big secret in the library, she gets kidnapped by the holder of the secret. But what happens when things get complicated, and love gets tied into things? (PreHBP!)
Disclaimer-God knows that this is the most retarded part of a fanfiction! Seriously! Which idiot would think that I'm J.K. Rowling? Yes, I know that I'm a great writer and all (thank-you, thank-you, my loyal fans), but I'M NOT J.K.ROWLING!Author's Note-Sorry if this story is VERY cliché! I'm trying to make it unique and NOT cliché, but if at times it gets too fake or forced or mushy or (like I never said this one before) cliché, just review me and I'll change it. Now without further ado…
CHAPTER ONE-VOICES ACROSS THE SHELFThings get really crazy when you are having a bad day, and then things don't get better, but get worse. No, scratch that. Things don't get crazy. I get crazy. I get very crazy. Of course, I can't let anyone see that, because people will the think that I am losing it. They already think that I've gone insane with all of the work, so I don't want to give them reason to REALLY put me away. I just have to wait until I get into my dormitory, and then scream my head off in my pillow. Usually that seems to get things better.
But the definite worst day of my life is where my story starts. You know how they say "Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?" Well not only did I wake up on the wrong side, but I also woke up on the floor. Me being a heavy sleeper, I didn't notice myself falling out last night.
I got up to the bathroom with my toothbrush and my beloved toothpaste and brushed my teeth (and not to mention flossed and did a Fluoride Rinse). With my parents being dentists, my morning routine has dental care developed somehow in there. My mouth-rinsing water was hot water, which is extremely nasty to drink.
When it came to getting dressed, I couldn't find my tie. I spent a valuable ten minutes looking for it, which is strange, because I'm usually (which means always until now) VERY neat and organized. I grabbed my bag (which I double-checked to have my stuff in it) and ran out to the Great Hall as fast as I could. This great day was only going to get better. Cue sarcasm.
Getting to Breakfast was hell. Harry and Ron were no-where to be found at the Gryffindore table, so I just plopped my self next to Neville. He was nice, and even though not my first choice as a person to sit with, I would sit with him any day of the week. I poured myself a glass of Pumpkin Juice, and put a pancake on my plate. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and I should always try to start the day of on a good note and a full stomach. And since the whole good note thing was definitely down the drain, I really wanted a REALLY full stomach to make up for it.
There's a very big problem with sitting with Neville Longbottom at meal times (or class, or anything else really). He's a klutz. I'm just sitting there, and boom! There went my glass. I had Pumpkin Juice all over me, and now I was all disgusting and sticky. He looked very sad, so I couldn't really say much. I wasn't Ferret or anything. I wouldn't explode or throw a fit, but I was pretty upset. So I did a simple cleaning spell, and all was good. But that still didn't solve where Harry or Ron was. It wasn't as if something happened with Voldemort, or they would have told me. Sleeping, I figured…
FLASH TO BOYS DORM……..
Ahh, what a picturesque setting. You see a sleeping Harry, pillow over his head, and a loudly snoring Ron, drool slightly dripping from his mouth. The pillow was probably over Harry's head to block out the sound, but to no avail. Many a brave soldier have died trying to stop Ron's snoring. It was something that could never be changed. Pity his future wife.
BACK TO HERMIONE… THIS INTERUPTION IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY ME. (I'M THE ONE WRITING THIS FANFICTION, DUMB-BUTT!)
I hurried myself to Harry and Ron's dorm-room to wake them up. I couldn't possibly let them be late for classes. Especially Snape. That's what we had first that day!
I went first to Harry. I would need help with Ron. That's not something that you should attempt alone! All I had to do with Harry was shake him a bit and yell "SNAPE'S CLASS IN TEN MINUTES" into his ear. He was up in a second. "We need to wake Ron up," I told Harry, pointing to the "sleeping" figure on the nearby bed.
"Oh right! You get left, I get right?" instructed Harry, apparently trying to rush. If I were him, though, I would go MUCH faster than that. This is a tardy to SNAPE we're talking about. A regular tardy was bad enough, but SNAPE!
At the count of three, I pulled Ron's left arm, while Harry pulled his right. Still, nothing happened. Harry yelled in his ear. I took away his blanket. Harry took away his pillow. Still nothing. I got a plan. I grabbed my wand, and pointed it at him, yelling "Enervate!" He was up in a second. "Whatcha do that for?" he moaned.
"We have Snape's class in 4 minutes," I said, looking at my watch.
"Why didn't you guys try to wake me? Snape's going to go ballistic! I DIDN'T GET MY BREAKFAST!"
"If you guys hurry up, you'll get breakfast. I took four muffins- two blueberry two corn-for you guys. I'll give it to you in class when Snape isn't looking," I said, getting out of there so that I didn't have to see them change. It's like watching one of your brothers getting dressed or something. I shuddered at the thought. It was very nasty.
Harry ran out of there fully dressed about 2 minutes later, with Ron following closely behind. We ran as fast as we could to the dungeons, but as my luck would have it, we were still about 5 minutes late. And obviously Snape got VERY unhappy. We were given a Saturday detention and 20 points deducted. It didn't help that we were Gryffindores. It may have helped if we were Slytherin, but Snape hates Gryffindores.
In Potions, it only got worse as the lesson went on. I was paired up with Crabbe (a.k.a. Thick-Head One), and I told him not to touch anything. Of course, he had to be an idiot and touch SOMETHING, so he wound up almost ruining the potion. I was quick enough to save it, but barely. I only got second in the class, and I have two things to blame on it. Crabbe and my luck. My luck got me Crabbe, so My Luck is mostly at fault.
The next two classes were all right, so I figured that my bad day was starting to grow old. Little did I know how wrong I was. Lunch changed my mind about my luck changing. Ron and Harry wouldn't stop talking about Quidditch. Usually I don't have a big problem with Quidditch, but I really wasn't in the mood. So I told them calmly and nicely to change the subject or eat or actually chew. Ron told me to stuff it.
The problem with Ron telling me to stuff it is simple. That's something that you say to Malfoy- not your best friends. I flashed Ron a death-glare. "Excuse me, Ronald?"
"Hermione, we don't have to be quiet because you say so! So, like I said before, stuff it."
Harry sunk in his seat, and pretended that he wasn't there. He knew that Ron was the one who should stuff it, but he didn't bother talking. He knew from experience to leave them be, as things often solve themselves. Not all things, but friendship things. Rule number one: don't interfere. You always come out looking like the dick-head.
"I'm going to the library. Get me when Ron here grows a brain or a life or both. Preferably both," I told them, making my way to the library. I had work to do anyways, and I wanted to get a head start, namely a certain Potions assignment that had to be two feet long. It's better done early than late.
I sat down at my usual table, and got out my Potion's book, some parchment, a quill and some ink, and got cracking on my Potions homework. I was working for about a minute when I heard voices coming from somewhere. I figured that they were behind the bookshelf, so I got up to tell them to be quiet, when I noticed that it was Malfoy talking. Spying on the Ferret seemed like a good idea, so I listened to what he was saying carefully.
"You want me to spy on them? I wanted in on this for revenge, but isn't spying
little bit dangerous? If they find out then I'm as good as dead. And why can't the others know about this? I'm as much in it as the others. What does it matter if they know? Do you think that they would give it to the other side? And why do I need help, especially from, well, her? I can do this on my own!"
I had no idea who the ferret was talking to, and I didn't want to stay to find out. Malfoy had obviously joined the death-eaters. They wanted him to spy on something or someone. I needed to find Dumbledore right away. I quietly packed up my stuff and got out of there as quick as possible. But I apparently wasn't quiet enough…