A.N./ Hey guys! Hope you're enjoying the story. I'm writing this with a friend who doesn't have an account yet, but she better make one quickly. Anyways, this is my first fanfic, so please review!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or anything to do with Harry Potter. We'll that stress to J.K. Rowling.
~Chapter 2~
"Professor? Headmistress?" Hermione stepped out of the fireplace and looked around the neat and tidy room. Instead of the shiny and mystical objects that had been lying around when Professor Dumbledore was headmaster, they were now replaced with files organized in alphabetical order. In the far left corner, a magical tea pot shrieked merrily, boiling away. She looked around and saw Professor McGonagall smiling at her. Her hair, as usual, was tied back in a severe tight bun and her robes were crisp and clean.
"Professor?"
Professor smiled and transfigured a book to a chair. "Come sit, Hermione." Her smile immediately changed to a look of worry when she saw that her most prized student's eyes were rimmed in red. "Are you okay, Hermione?"
Hermione chuckled nervously. "I'm fine, Professor. I just had a fight with Harry. I was wondering…"
Professor McGonagall walked to the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Hermione and herself. She set the mug down and nodded. "You were wondering…?"
"Well… I was wondering if you saw anything strange with Harry. Maybe something with Daphne?"
The headmistress looked thoughtful. "Well. I have noticed that they have become much closer than just pure friends. But it's nice to see inter-house mingling. Gryffindor and Slytherin weren't always fighting, you know. In fact, when put together, they made one of the most impressive pairs."
Hermione looked horrified. "But professor! It's Slytherin! We're talking about the house that had Tom Riddle! Voldemort, Professor! They're the most cunning, wicked, and sly people on earth!"
"Now, Hermione. I thought you knew better than that. Not all Slytherins are bad. In fact, Harry was supposed to be in Slytherin."
Hermione looked confused. "What? No, of course not. He's a Gryffindor." She looked thoughtful again. She murmured under her breath. "But I wouldn't really be surprised he is, that manipulative little-"
The professor interrupted her. "Hermione. As much as you are mad at Harry, I think it's time for you to go to your common room. I, for one, have a lot of paperwork to do."
Hermione immediately took that as a tone of dismissal and walked out the room. She took a stop at the library, checked out a book, and headed for the common room, clutching her books to her chest. She couldn't keep her mind off Professor McGonagall's words. Of course, she was still infuriated, but was the headmistress right? Were the Slytherins not that bad? She reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. The Fat Lady smiled at Hermione.
"Hello, Hermione, welcome back! ~" She sang. "Password?"
"Snicker-Hop." Hermione sighed. The picture frame swung open and Hermione walked in, placing the books inside her bag. "No. The Slytherins are still Slytherin. There's nothing good about them," she growled to herself. "And I'm going to make sure Harry knows that before he comes crying to me about his heart broken by that witch." Hermione walked into the common room.
"Harry, we need to tal-" She froze. On a small couch in the room, Harry was seated there with Daphne. Their lips were connected with each other, his hands cupping her cheek and her hand against his chest. Daphne was seated on his lap. She looked in Hermione direction and her eyes grew wide. Harry opened his eyes, only to find Hermione standing there, dumbfounded. Quickly Harry broke the kiss and Daphne leapt off of his lap. She hastily gathered her belongings, gave a quick peck on his cheek, and dashed out of the room.
Hermione felt her hand curl up into a fist, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. Her teeth were gnashed together in pure anger. Now they really needed to talk.