Twisted Memories
OK guys, time for another exciting episode in the life of H.Granger, suicidal, bulimic, crazy, sixth-year (yeah, i know j.k. rowling wrote a book, but i hate the damn plot, and the ships, ugh, so i made up my own...), and Hermione is flashbacking (such word? tell me...) to when she was in hogwarts, not in hogwarts, whatever, but i won't reveal why she's screwed up until the end (ha-ha, i'm evil), yeah so please review!
Harry walked up to Hermione.
'How you doing?' He asked, looking at her face.
(A/N, this is NOT a Harry/Hermione fic, ew, they are like relatives here! PLS don't make it into a Harry/Hermione fic!).
Hermione looked up, and smiled sadly.
'OK, I still have like 500 pages of McGonagall's homework to do.' She said.
Lies, all lies, she knew, but how else was she to tell Harry that she preferred writing music than hanging out with him?
She grinned, and then Ron ran up to her.
'Hi guys. I've got news.' Ron said, in the way he always did when he was making a big deal out of nothing.
'The new DADA teacher, hopefully.' Said Harry.
Ron's face fell.
'How'd you know?' HE asked.
Harry laughed. 'I found out ages ago.'
'Don't ruin the surprise.' Snapped Hermione.
The other two laughed.
'THe new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher is..the tag team of Rufus Scrimgeour and Lucius Malfoy!' They chorused.
Hermione gasped. 'What?'
Harry smirked. 'Yes, Malfoy's damned death eater dad, and the Minister of Magic.'
Hermione still looked shocked.
'Are you sure?' She asked.
Ron stepped him.
'Bloody sure, Fred and George got detention for saying the word "duck" in their class, apparently it sounded like something else.' Ron sniggered.
'Served them damn right's what I said.' Ron said.
'At least they're not some bloody swots like Lockhart was.' harry replied, matter-of-fact.
'This is serious, Harry! Everyone could be spying on you! How did Malfoy get out of Azkaban?' Asked Hermione.
Harry laughed pitilessly, and rubbed her thumb and his forefinger together.
'How d'you bribe a dementor?' Asked Hermione.
Harry laughed in the same cold way. 'What dementors? He bribed Rufus Scrimgeour!' He said.
Hermione gasped.
Ron looked nervous. 'HEre's Malfoy now, he's a real bugger when the MOM's not around, around him he's sweet, sickly...'
'Hello Weasley.' Malfoy said. Ron swore badly.
'Fifty points from Gryffindor, detention in my office.' Malfoy said with a cool, slimy voice.
'Potter.' He addressed Harry, whose scar began to burn.
He turned up him nose at Hermione, wrinkling it as he passed.
'Bloody hell, he scared me.' Ron said, bleeding from where he jumped.
'Episkey.' HErmione said, looking nervous.
'He's just sick.' Harry said, his face screwed up in pain. 'Real sick.'
That was three months ago.
