The Slick One
"Harry!" The smarter Gryffindors bolted–courage could go screw itself when Hermione Granger was angry.
"Wait, before you start telling me off for something I did–I didn't do it."
Hermione crossed her arms.
"I've been here all afternoon. Ask anyone! I've been playing chess with Ron since I got back from class! There's no way I did any mischief tonight, you see."
She narrowed her eyes.
"The only thing I see is your sorry ass here in the common room when you were supposed to be meeting me at the library an hour ago!"
Harry paled.
Damn. He just couldn't win.
Length : 100 words
Disclaimer : This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J. K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Any characters or situations that are unknown in the Harry Potter series are the author's intellectual property and should not be used without permission.
Author's Note : This one was originally gonna be about slippers. But I got distracted. I generally am very good at being distracted. The way to get me to do something is to tell me something else has to be done. It's ridiculous.
Quiirk : Penguins only have sex once a year.
-bella