The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
By Spectra16
A/N: This idea was started in the lunch line at my school, which is like how my other stories are started. . . In the lunch line. Yeah. What would you do for a Klondike Bar?
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter. Der.
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Chapter One: What Would Hermione Do For A Klondike Bar?
Hermione Granger shook with anticipation in her seat. Ron and Harry had been starring at her with a quirked eyebrow for about 30 minutes, during their Divinations class. Professor Trelawney was currently talking about signs of future careers, and how getting the last of something in a basket of food meant you were going to be an old maid (inside joke, ignore that). Ron and Harry kept a close eye on Hermione, whom was still shaking and twitching. They hadn't heard a word of Trelawney's lesson since Hermione started muttering something about "needing a smoke in the library".
The strangest part of this Granger phenomenon was the fact that she was wearing a bright, fire truck red moped helmet. No one had yet questioned this. Ron was about to when he looked at the clock and saw that it was 30 minutes past the beginning of class. He looked back at Hermione, but just as he opened his mouth to say something, Hermione gasped and put her head down and swiftly pulled her helmet off. She started fanning herself and grabbed a bottle of water from the floor. She drank and swished it around in her mouth for a few moments, Harry and Ron still flabbergasted.
"Hermione? What was that all about?" Harry asked first. Hermione had finally peeled her eyes away from Trelawney and looked at Harry and Ron as if in great relief.
"I was promised that if I could pay attention to her for 30 minutes, I would receive a Klondike bar," Hermione smiled and finally regained her breath. Ron and Harry's jaws dropped.