Chocolate Frog Card: (Silver) Sybil Trelawney: Challenge: Write about Sybil and feature her habit of prophesizing bad events.

Gringotts: Hermione/Sybil [Hermione - Pairings]

Ultimate Hermione Pairing Challenge: Hermione/Sybil Trelawney

February Event: 22. black (colour) [5 points]

Word Count: 333

"Hermione," Harry hissed, his eyes showing how annoyed he was. Hermione exchanged a look with Ron and they both bit their lips to stifle their laughter. "She's doing it again!"

"I have no idea what you mean," Hermione deflected, taking a sip of her tea.

"Why did I even agree to this?" Harry moaned, dropping his head to the table.

"Oh, Mr Potter," Sybil wailed, her hand covering her mouth in shock and worry. "I see danger in your future."

"When don't you?" he scoffed quietly, shrugging apologetically when Hermione shot him a sharp look. "Sorry. Carry on."

"Can you tell us more about it?" Ron asked, his face straight. That was until he met Harry's gaze and his lips twitched.

"I can't," she replied. "It could be today or a week from now."

"But it'll be soon, yes?"

"Yes," Sybil agreed, taking a mouthful of her own drink. She blinked, turning her head to look at the trio. "Did I say something?"

"Unbelievable," Ron breathed.

"Bye guys!" Hermione waved, watching her best friends walk to the apparition point before turning away when she saw them leave with an almost silent crack. They'd been working on it. "Eugh," she complained. "I don't know how I put up with them sometimes."

"I'm sure they're discussing the same with me," Sybil commented wisely, her eyes sparkling with amusement through her glasses. "Did I do well, my lady?"

Hermione laughed. "You had them completely fooled. You're amazing. Besides the fact that you were like that throughout our time at school."

Sybil shrugged. "Alcohol isn't the best teaching juice," she confessed. "I might've made some phony predictions in my lifetime but there were some truthful ones too."

"I know," Hermione agreed, nodding her head.

"My favourite is the one about the smartest witch who kisses her lover and takes her to bed." Sybil smirked, eyeing the black dress that Hermione had put herself in that morning.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Really? Hmm. That one does sound appealing."