Author's notes:
Sorry. I've had a long absense from fanfics and umm.. can't get a hold of my naughty pixie just yet.i'll get better soo, i promise. a little longer than before, but containing no sex... apologies. p.s. i'm too lazy to fix the thing about her virginity loss and the pain. just let that one go, please?
p.p.s. i don't own anything.
now, for the story...
Hermione woke up in her bed four minutes later, and the moment she awoke, she smiled. She dismissed the fact that she wasn't even in the covers, or that she had slept in her robes. She just drifted down the stairs, through the entrance, to the main halls for breakfast.
"Hey Hermione! Over Here!" Ginny yelled, waving at her general direction. Hermione walked over and sat down, relishing the thump she made as she did so. Why did she like the sound of that? she wondered silently as Ginny chatted about the latest boy she fancied.
As she nibbled on a piece of toast and pondered on a thought, Harry and Ron entered the main halls, both looking quite unrested.
"What's wrong, Harry? Ron?"
"We slept real late. finishing Snape's essay," muttered Harry as he shovelled in a piece of toast in his mouth.
Ron just nodded towards Harry, as if agreeing to his mumble, and joined in the shovelling of food as fast a possible. Hermione clicked her tongue, disapproving of their eating behaviour, but said nothing. Instead, she told them as both swallowed the load of food down with gulps of pumpkin juice, "Give them to me, i'll fix them for you. it was on the vermillous potion, wasn't it? I got it finished ages ago. I'll have a look at them, so that you'll at least get an A."
Both boys gaped at the girl before them, chewed up food still in their mouths and unchewed food in both hands. Harry was the first to recover, and managed a word.
"What?"
Ron still seemed to be shocked, and unable to get out of his stupor. Then he cracked a grin suddenly, and said, "Whoa. Where did you take our Hermione, Ginny? 'Cause this is definitely not her. The one we know is a know-it-all, a selfish git, and she never, ever, on any circumstances helps us with anything."
He grinned, knowing soon Hermione would burst. He always could get a rise out of her, especially in the morning. But, oddly enough, Hermione just began cutting at a piece of bacon on her plate, bending over so that her face was concealed by her bushy hair.
Utterly confused, Ron looked at Harry, hoping his friend could come up with an explanation. Harry just shrugged, and began to wolf down his food again. A chance like this never came by, and he'd take advantage of it while he could. Ron looked to his sister, who also shrugged and started to draw little hearts in her notebook, around a name he did not recognize. He was about to inquire the redhead about the hearts when Hermione shook her hair out of her face and grinned at Ron again.
"Ron," she said.
"Yes Hermione?" Ron was a little annoyed now; he didn't like being interrupted while researching another fancy of Ginny's to beat up.
"You can check your own work, I think i'll just do Harry's and no one else's," she smiled again, waiting for an outburst. And it came, no sooner than expected.
"What? Waitaminute Hermione! Just because i said a few things, maybe more than a few things, about you, you aren't going to do mine? Why Harry's and not mine? What? Do you fancy him? I--" he was cut short by a sharp jab in the shins, obviously from his sister, gesturing with her eyes her companions' state. The girl's head was in her arms, folded on the table, shoulders shaking her wild hair up and down.
She seemed to be crying.
Ron was mollified. He hadn't meant to make her cry, only get a rise out of her; she was so cute when she got angry...
"Hermione, you okay? I, I didn't mean it, I honestly didn't. Please don't cry. I, I'm sorry. Please?" he slumped, hunger almost all gone. Harry stared at the scene, still munching on a piece of bacon.
Hermione began to shake harder, and finally lifted her head. To their apparent shock, she was laughing. Laughing so uncontrollably, that her whole body was shaking with it. Tears streamed down her face, not from anger or despair, but from joy and happiness.
The three others stared at her, until her laughs subsided.
"Oh, god, Ron, you--are--such--a--git!" she uttered, in between laughs. He just stared at her, unable to even begin to understand her mood. He'd thought he'd made her cry; instead she was laughing, laughing at him!
She finally ceased laughing at the redhead, and said, "Of course i'll still do it, you git. It is true that you are an idiot, but you're so cute when you're apologizing."
Across the hall, a Slytherin prince sat, drinking smuggled red wine in a golden goblet. He watched the brown haired girl from afar, and saw that the elf had done good. She didn't remeber a thing about the previous night. Nothing had gone wrong, everthing went smoothly.
So why wasn't he happy?
"Crabbe, stop slobbering all over, i didn't starve you. Goyle, wipe your face, you've got jam on your cheek," he said coldly, not even looking over to see if he'd said right.
The two vastly huge boys just exchanged a glance; for they were both spotless, they had finished their meal before their master had arrived, and made sure not a speck of crumb was to be seen. They just nodded and said without emotion, "Yes, master Draco."
He looked up again, towards the brown haired girl, who had just burst into another fit of laughter with Potter and the Weasel. She smiled widely, happiness pouring out of her thanks to the spell. He looked away, and sneered at no one in particular.
Then the blonde Prince got up, let out a disgusted noise, and stormed out of the Hall, off to first class.
I made up the potion btw.
