Written for September event. Prompt used: (dialogue) "Professor [insert name] is the only reason I'm taking the class."

Words: 348

When Will They Learn?

Hermione PoV

"I don't know why you two are taking this class. It's not like you particularly enjoy it," Hermione whispered harshly at Ron and Harry.

They both looked at her with guilty smiles on their faces. They, of course, knew what was bothering her.

They kept on whispering and joking above her head as she steadily made notes on what their professor was saying in her neat, tiny handwriting. Remus was now teaching Ancient Runes to the seventh years who should have graduated by now, but their studies were disrupted by the war.

Hermione had had to teach all the basic runes to the both over the summer. But that was as far as they got. Even though it was Remus teaching them, they didn't enjoy the lecture as there was no practical. Though it was these same runes which protected Hogwarts during the war and kept them safe during the run.

"Sorry Hermione. You know, Professor Lupin is the only reason I'm, that is we are, taking this class."

They kept silent for a few minutes and again started whispering and goofing around.

Fed up, Hermione stood up abruptly.

The class was silent, watching to see what the war heroine did next.

The professor also stopped mid-sentence. He asked politely, "Yes, Miss Granger. Is there anything you wanted?"

"Yes, sir. I'd like to be assigned a new group." She replied as she hastily gathered her things. She didn't even spare a glance at the two boys sitting on her either sides.

"Hmm, you may take your seat by Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Zabini near the window, there." He nodded in their direction.

And she went there, plopping down in her seat, happy she was placed in a group where the other two were as equally studious as herself.

"Miss Granger, next time wait till the class is over before disrupting the whole class."

And that was when she started talking with the two snakes, at first to spite Harry and Ron and then, growing to like them as friends.

For more stories written for the September event, check out Mischief's Never Managed. It revolves around the Marauders and all are 700+ words.