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Snakepit
Interschool Relations - Wicked Games
(yes, they will eventually start playing wicked games...)
Chapter Three: Snakepit
The next morning, Hermione could hardly drag herself out of bed. She’d slept poorly, having strange, frantic dreams, and a splitting headache all night. She remembered her conversation with the portraits and wanted to die. Why had she blathered her heart out to them? They’d probably told Dumbledore all about it, and they’d laughed uproariously at her pathetic life. And why, why had she used Malfoy as an example of a boy she wished would ask her out? Now Dumbledore would think she had a crush on Malfoy. She’d probably only said his name because he was the most unattainable male for her at Hogwarts, and therefore a logical example of what she would never experience. Not because he looked like a marble statue of Adonis – certainly not!
On the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, the sun shone in a bright blue sky as fair weather continued to rule November. Several Durmstrang students, including Viktor and Dimitri, sat at the Slytherin table near Malfoy and his gang. Viktor ignored Pansy, who kept trying to catch his eye. Once, as Hermione spooned soggy cereal into her mouth, she happened to glance toward the Slytherin table just as Krum glanced at the Gryffindor table. Their gazes locked. Hermione nervously dropped her spoon. She decided to hide behind her Daily Prophet while she ate.
Harry and Ron arrived a few minutes later. Ron immediately began loading his plate with eggs, toast, and sausages.
“Too bad you didn’t have film,” Ron mumbled through a bite of toast.
“Film?” Hermione asked.
“To record Krum and Alicia,” Ron said, swallowing his toast. “Harry told me about it. Are you kidding, a recording of Krum shagging could be sold for a hefty sack of galleons. He’s a huge celebrity. ‘Course Alicia isn’t. Too bad she isn’t a model.”
“Well, honestly, I don’t think anyone would want to see it,” Hermione said.
Ron’s eyes widened. “Krum is rubbish?” he asked hopefully.
“No, not that,” Hermione said. “I don’t know really. It was a bit…” She blushed and looked at Harry, who shrugged.
“Hey, you could put your memory in a Pensieve!” Ron exclaimed. “Then I could see it…and, yeah, I think there’s a way you can make imprints from a Pensieve onto parchment! Fred and George know how to do it…”
“Ron, would you want people selling recordings of you shagging?” Hermione asked. “I think it’s a bit unethical.”
“It’s fine for you to say,” Ron muttered glumly, stabbing an egg, “you and Harry have galleons to spare. All I’m saying is Krum could be a goldmine.”
Hermione snuck a glance at the Slytherin table. Would Krum care? Probably not. Viktor, Draco, and Blaise were having an animated discussion. Pansy rolled her eyes at what they were saying, and whispered to a girl who was sitting next to her, reading the Daily Prophet. Hermione frowned. As the girl raised her head to respond to Pansy, Hermione saw that this mystery girl was utterly gorgeous. She seemed familiar, but Hermione didn’t remember seeing her before. She had long, silky black hair and almond-shaped, dark eyes that glittered with secrets and seduction. She wore the same Hogwart’s uniform as the rest of the girls, but the vest clung to her perfect breasts provocatively, the buttons of her white shirt strained just enough that any man would itch to unbutton them immediately. Hermione was sure that this girl’s skirt showed off a willowy figure, slender waist, perfect ass, and long, shapely legs. What Hermione most resented about the mystery girl was her bottom lip, which was plump and inviting. Occasionally, while studying, she would bite on that tantalizing lower lip, which drove even Hermione mad with the desire to kiss her.
“Who is that girl next to Pansy?” Hermione asked.
Ron turned his head to look at the Slytherin table. “Duh. Anna.”
“Who? I’ve never seen her before,” Hermione said.
“Anna Ghorier,” Harry said.
“Who?” Hermione repeated. “Does she go to Hogwarts?”
“She’s been in our year since we started at Hogwarts!” Ron exclaimed as though Hermione was thoroughly daft.
“I’ve never seen her before,” Hermione said, growing anxious. “Are you sure you know her?”
“Hermione, come on, she’s your biggest competition,” Ron said. “Isn’t that why you’re always pushing yourself to study so hard, so it can’t be said that Anna in Slytherin is the brightest witch of our age? You said you were going to devote this entire year to beating Anna at O.W.L.’s.”
“No,” Hermione muttered, shaking her head. “I study because I enjoy learning. If you two are messing with my head-”
“I think you’re the one messing with us,” Harry said. He buttered a roll.
Hermione couldn’t believe what was happening. It didn’t make sense. How could she forget one of her classmates, especially one who was ravishingly beautiful and brilliant as well? It was impossible. Hermione knew that the girl had never existed until today. She stood up and crossed the Great Hall to the Slytherin table. Ron called out “Where are you going?” Hermione ignored him.
As she approached the Slytherin table, she was greeted by a hostile row of faces – Montague, Warrington, Krum, Draco, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, and Dimitri - who were shocked by her audacity. Hermione felt like a white mouse wandering into a snakepit. Malfoy smiled with wicked delight, eager to put Hermione in her place if she dared address them. Hermione tried to block them out and turned to Anna, who had gone back to reading.
“Anna?” she said.
Anna looked up with sparkling, intoxicating eyes. “Hermione.” Even her voice was sexy and sultry.
“You know who I am? You’ve met me before?” Hermione demanded.
“I suppose we haven’t been formally introduced,” Anna replied. “Then again, we hardly move in the same social circles, do we? I can’t imagine why father hasn’t invited your Muggle family to Ghorier Hall.” The other Slytherins snickered.
“Who are your parents?” Hermione asked. She had never heard the name Ghorier.
Anna blushed. “Purebloods,” she replied angrily, “which is more than you can say.”
“Granger, you have a lot of nerve coming over here and questioning our blood purity,” Draco spat. His gray eyes chilled her.
“That’s not what-” Hermione protested.
“Stop polluting our air space and go back to the filth you came from,” Draco ordered.
Krum looked up from his breakfast and laughed. “She just made an excuse to come over here. I think Hermy-ninny enjoyed watching me shag last night and wants a taste herself. All the girls get Krum fever. I won’t touch such a plain girl, but maybe I give her to my wolfhound to fuck.” Crabbe and Goyle chortled.
Hermione clenched her fist. “I guess the main symptom of Krum fever is nausea, which is why I want to throw up every time I see you!” she shouted. She whirled and stormed out of the Great Hall, wishing she hadn’t gone over to the Slytherin table.
(yes, they will eventually start playing wicked games...)
Chapter Three: Snakepit
The next morning, Hermione could hardly drag herself out of bed. She’d slept poorly, having strange, frantic dreams, and a splitting headache all night. She remembered her conversation with the portraits and wanted to die. Why had she blathered her heart out to them? They’d probably told Dumbledore all about it, and they’d laughed uproariously at her pathetic life. And why, why had she used Malfoy as an example of a boy she wished would ask her out? Now Dumbledore would think she had a crush on Malfoy. She’d probably only said his name because he was the most unattainable male for her at Hogwarts, and therefore a logical example of what she would never experience. Not because he looked like a marble statue of Adonis – certainly not!
On the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, the sun shone in a bright blue sky as fair weather continued to rule November. Several Durmstrang students, including Viktor and Dimitri, sat at the Slytherin table near Malfoy and his gang. Viktor ignored Pansy, who kept trying to catch his eye. Once, as Hermione spooned soggy cereal into her mouth, she happened to glance toward the Slytherin table just as Krum glanced at the Gryffindor table. Their gazes locked. Hermione nervously dropped her spoon. She decided to hide behind her Daily Prophet while she ate.
Harry and Ron arrived a few minutes later. Ron immediately began loading his plate with eggs, toast, and sausages.
“Too bad you didn’t have film,” Ron mumbled through a bite of toast.
“Film?” Hermione asked.
“To record Krum and Alicia,” Ron said, swallowing his toast. “Harry told me about it. Are you kidding, a recording of Krum shagging could be sold for a hefty sack of galleons. He’s a huge celebrity. ‘Course Alicia isn’t. Too bad she isn’t a model.”
“Well, honestly, I don’t think anyone would want to see it,” Hermione said.
Ron’s eyes widened. “Krum is rubbish?” he asked hopefully.
“No, not that,” Hermione said. “I don’t know really. It was a bit…” She blushed and looked at Harry, who shrugged.
“Hey, you could put your memory in a Pensieve!” Ron exclaimed. “Then I could see it…and, yeah, I think there’s a way you can make imprints from a Pensieve onto parchment! Fred and George know how to do it…”
“Ron, would you want people selling recordings of you shagging?” Hermione asked. “I think it’s a bit unethical.”
“It’s fine for you to say,” Ron muttered glumly, stabbing an egg, “you and Harry have galleons to spare. All I’m saying is Krum could be a goldmine.”
Hermione snuck a glance at the Slytherin table. Would Krum care? Probably not. Viktor, Draco, and Blaise were having an animated discussion. Pansy rolled her eyes at what they were saying, and whispered to a girl who was sitting next to her, reading the Daily Prophet. Hermione frowned. As the girl raised her head to respond to Pansy, Hermione saw that this mystery girl was utterly gorgeous. She seemed familiar, but Hermione didn’t remember seeing her before. She had long, silky black hair and almond-shaped, dark eyes that glittered with secrets and seduction. She wore the same Hogwart’s uniform as the rest of the girls, but the vest clung to her perfect breasts provocatively, the buttons of her white shirt strained just enough that any man would itch to unbutton them immediately. Hermione was sure that this girl’s skirt showed off a willowy figure, slender waist, perfect ass, and long, shapely legs. What Hermione most resented about the mystery girl was her bottom lip, which was plump and inviting. Occasionally, while studying, she would bite on that tantalizing lower lip, which drove even Hermione mad with the desire to kiss her.
“Who is that girl next to Pansy?” Hermione asked.
Ron turned his head to look at the Slytherin table. “Duh. Anna.”
“Who? I’ve never seen her before,” Hermione said.
“Anna Ghorier,” Harry said.
“Who?” Hermione repeated. “Does she go to Hogwarts?”
“She’s been in our year since we started at Hogwarts!” Ron exclaimed as though Hermione was thoroughly daft.
“I’ve never seen her before,” Hermione said, growing anxious. “Are you sure you know her?”
“Hermione, come on, she’s your biggest competition,” Ron said. “Isn’t that why you’re always pushing yourself to study so hard, so it can’t be said that Anna in Slytherin is the brightest witch of our age? You said you were going to devote this entire year to beating Anna at O.W.L.’s.”
“No,” Hermione muttered, shaking her head. “I study because I enjoy learning. If you two are messing with my head-”
“I think you’re the one messing with us,” Harry said. He buttered a roll.
Hermione couldn’t believe what was happening. It didn’t make sense. How could she forget one of her classmates, especially one who was ravishingly beautiful and brilliant as well? It was impossible. Hermione knew that the girl had never existed until today. She stood up and crossed the Great Hall to the Slytherin table. Ron called out “Where are you going?” Hermione ignored him.
As she approached the Slytherin table, she was greeted by a hostile row of faces – Montague, Warrington, Krum, Draco, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, and Dimitri - who were shocked by her audacity. Hermione felt like a white mouse wandering into a snakepit. Malfoy smiled with wicked delight, eager to put Hermione in her place if she dared address them. Hermione tried to block them out and turned to Anna, who had gone back to reading.
“Anna?” she said.
Anna looked up with sparkling, intoxicating eyes. “Hermione.” Even her voice was sexy and sultry.
“You know who I am? You’ve met me before?” Hermione demanded.
“I suppose we haven’t been formally introduced,” Anna replied. “Then again, we hardly move in the same social circles, do we? I can’t imagine why father hasn’t invited your Muggle family to Ghorier Hall.” The other Slytherins snickered.
“Who are your parents?” Hermione asked. She had never heard the name Ghorier.
Anna blushed. “Purebloods,” she replied angrily, “which is more than you can say.”
“Granger, you have a lot of nerve coming over here and questioning our blood purity,” Draco spat. His gray eyes chilled her.
“That’s not what-” Hermione protested.
“Stop polluting our air space and go back to the filth you came from,” Draco ordered.
Krum looked up from his breakfast and laughed. “She just made an excuse to come over here. I think Hermy-ninny enjoyed watching me shag last night and wants a taste herself. All the girls get Krum fever. I won’t touch such a plain girl, but maybe I give her to my wolfhound to fuck.” Crabbe and Goyle chortled.
Hermione clenched her fist. “I guess the main symptom of Krum fever is nausea, which is why I want to throw up every time I see you!” she shouted. She whirled and stormed out of the Great Hall, wishing she hadn’t gone over to the Slytherin table.