Hermione sauntered in to the Great Hall for breakfast Saturday morning. She did not want to face Harry and she had had a horrible night. She kept dreaming of what happened when she took his broom.
"'Ello Er-My-Nee," Ron mumbled through a mouthful of eggs.
Hermione responded with a yawn. She quickly restrained herself from sitting next to Harry and plopped down next to Ron. Harry seemed to notice the abrupt change.
"Hermione, is something wrong?" He asked, eyeing her strangely. Hermione looked slightly worse for wear; her hair was extra bushy, her clothes rumpled, and she wore a scowl on her sleep-deprived face.
"Just peachy," she said nastily, "I'm sure you had a great time last night."
"No," Harry said slowly, "not exactly."
Just as Hermione was about to respond, Mickey entered the Hall. Her head shot toward the doors, and she quickly tried to smoothe down her hair.
"Hi...Hermione," Mickey hesitated on her name as he made his way to the Ravenclaw table.
"Hi," Hermione greeted back. As Mickey sat down, Ron turned to look at Hermione.
"And who may that be?" Ron asked in a sweet tone.
"Mickey. Mickey Tulip. He's...er...a friend," Hermione answered nervously. Unfortunatley, Ron wasn't finished.
"Yeah...I'm sure - a friend," Harry caught Ron's eye, though he didn't really want to poke fun at Hermione, he immediatley disapproved of Mickey hanging around with Hermione.
"He's a bit scrawny, isn't he Ron?" Harry asked, not noticing the look on Hermione's face.
"Yeah. And what kind of name is 'Tulip' any way? Sounds a bit...fruity, if you will." At this, Hermione shot Ron a scathing glance.
"Don't you dare -"
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Ron asked, "Don't like us talking about your little daisy?"
"Daisy, Ron?" Harry asked, "That's a bit harsh. I'd say he's more of a...no, 'daisy' works." Both boys erupted in laughter; Hermione, however, failed to see the humor.
"Don't you talk about him like that! That's enough of your jokes!" Hermione shouted, causing a few Gryffindors to stare at her.
"What's wrong, Hermione? Is he Vice-President for spew?" Ron said. This was apparently too much for Hermione.
"DETENTION!" She bellowed. Harry and Ron stared at her.
"Are you mad!" Ron yelled back, standing up.
"Hermione, this is unfair! We were just having a bit of fun!" Harry stood up as well.
One terrifying glare from Hermione sat them both back down.
"No, I'm not joking! I'm the bloody Head Girl and I can give you detention if I feel like it - and I do! Detention for both of you - tonight! No exception!" With that, Hermione stormed out of the Great Hall.
Harry and Ron shared a look, and at the same time said, "Women!"
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"Cannot believe them...absolutely rude...just...ARGH!"
Hermione tripped over Harry's Firebolt lying by her bed. She picked up the broom and flung it across the room. She screamed in frustration again.
Hermione couldn't believe the way the boys had acted. She knew Ron would be unbearable if he found out, but not that unbearable. After what she had witnessed last night from Harry, he was on the top of her Black List as of this morning.
She glanced at the clock, 10:08 AM. She decided she'd head off to the Library to catch up on her work, "accidentally" run into Mickey, and ask him when they should meet. Hermione decided this afternoon would work, mainly because this was the time she had decided that Harry and Ron's detention should be.
Hermione decided to inform Professor McGonagall that she had given the boys detention and they should meet McGonagall at 3-ish. She also thought of telling the Head of House to make the detention extra-long, as she didn't know when Mickey would be through. She also wanted the boys to suffer.
She walked out the portrait hole and headed in the direction of McGonagall's office. Hermione felt a sick happiness knowing Harry would be paying for what he had done - the teasing and that girl. Hermione raised her hand to knock on the door.
