A/n: Please drop your pitchforks! I'm so sorry! I was kinda preoccupied with ficwad, MCR and the misfits please take my apology! Thank you to those who have reviewed/favourite/put me on alert, and even if you read the story and did none of those, (and I know people have, because I can see how many people have viewed the story) still thanks! And onto the story! Also, I missed this out the first time i uploaded, so thanks to whoever reviewed under Guest, if you go to the end of the next chapter, you will find all my thank yous!
43. I must not sell Hermione's homework to the students for a profit. - Ron Weasley
44. I must not curse Ronald Weasley outside of potions. - Hermione Granger
"Ron! Have you got that essay for Snape yet? Class starts in twenty minutes!" whispered Seamus Finnegan, not wanting to alert the situation to anyone else in the corridor.
"Oh, uh yeah, let me get it out my bag, and that's 16 sickles, Seamus" said Ron, reaching behind him into his bag for the papers.
"What? That was only ten last time!" exclaimed Seamus, still swapping the money for the papers.
"Yeah, well last time I was a bit preoccupied with the whole Voldemort-is-going-to-take-over-the-world-thing, and 'Mione is getting suspicious, and if she catches me, you'll owe me a hell of a lot more than 16 sickles mate." replied Ron, whispering almost silently when he was talking about Voldemort.
Even though he was completely dead, the never coming back kind of dead, people still shuddered when his name was mentioned, that, and he was outside of Snapes class, who had got through a load of shit for Voldemort and the light side, so naturally he wasn't that keen on the name.
"Speak of the devil" Seamus muttered, as Hermione walked around the corner, deep in conversation with Ginny, probably something to do with shoes, or homework thought Ron.
"Hey Ron, Seamus, neither of you happened to have seen Hermione's homework? This is the sixth one to go missing, and we've only been back a few weeks!" asked Ginny, her confusion clear.
"W-what? No, haven't seen any homework, none, nada, nope." stuttered Ron, but since Ron wasn't the best liar, he had turned beet red at this point, a shade much much darker than his hair.
"You checked the common room?" asked Seamus, not cracking in the slightest, unlike Ron, who was chewing his lip so viciously he was in danger of chewing a hole in it. "Ronald Weasley you tell me right now what you've done with my practice homework" hissed Hermione, so venomously Ron, Seamus and several others backed up a few paces.
"I-I mejinjhdhunbuoiashdmmony" mumbled Ron.
"What?" she seethed.
"I might have sold it for money… but it's your 'practice homework' why would you need that?" asked Ron, diverting the subject.
"Doesn't matter," she glared.
"See, really you should thank me for selling it, because it's just getting rid of excess paper for a good cause!" smiled Ron, his usually smirk coming into place.
"I DID NOT SAY I WAS FINISHED RONALD. LEVICORPUS!" she yelled at Ron, who was currently dangling in mid air by his ankle, with a very shocked look on his face.
"What in the name of Merlin is going on here?" drawled Snape, strolling out of the potions class room, his robes billowing behind him.
"He sold my homework, Professor, for a profit behind my back!" seethed Hermione, glaring at the upside-down Ron.
"Well she dangled me upside down!" complained Ron, starting to see black spots from all the blood rushing to his head.
Snape waved his arms and Ron landed with a thump on the stone floor.
"Fucking hell!" exclaimed Ron, pain shooting through his head, of which he had just landed on.
"Language Weasley. And detention, the idea in a school is to learn, however hard this might be for your feeble little minds, homework is not to be copied." he then turned to a smugly smiling Hermione, "Wipe that smirk of your face, detention for you aswell for causing such a ruckus, and ten points from Gryffindor." and with that he marched back into the room, it had been a few minutes and nobody had moved into the classroom, most were shocked that Hermione had got a detention - and she wasn't even crying. She was glaring at Ron as though her eyes could melt through his skin though…
"What are you blithering idiots waiting for" barked Snape, from the classroom.
Later that night:
Going through the homework was usually a tedious task for Severus Snape, tonight was no different, all the essay were lacking the correct description, full of stupid grammar mistakes, and in the case of miss granger, in need of shortening, he usually ignored all the drawings and doodles in the margins of the homework, however tonight a certain one caught his eye. In the bottom right corner of the paper there was a bold red love heart, with the initials SS in cursive in the middle, Severus mentally racked his brains to think of someone in the school who also had those initials, but came up blank. He glanced to the top to see whose paper it was, and you can imagine his shock when he saw that it said 'Seamus Finnegan'.
A/n: did you hate it? Did you actually like it? Or did you get really bored and skip to the bottom because you love to read what I put here? Doubtful - I know. But review, preeeeety please, review will stop me reading so many frerard fics? - For a while anyway hehe…
