Hermione Who???
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,360
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I make no money off of this story. Although I love J K Rowlings characters and the world of Harry Potter, I do not claim them as my own. I did not create them but feel fortunate to dabble in their world. thank you.
Hermione Who???
Hermione Who???
A blank piece of parchment layed before Harry, “I have no clue what McGonagall wants.” He gazed at the paper bewildered.
Ron piped in, “How can anyone be expected to research Doxxy’s on a day like today. I mean is a bloody nice day out and I’m stuck with you lot in the library…Hermione’s blooming Mecca.” Harry ignored Ron’s rant and grabbed a book on Antidotes for magical bites.
“Do you think mugwort and sassafras would be contradictory for a Doxxy bite?” he asked Hermione.
“I don’t know Harry I am not an encyclopedia. Look it up.” Ron just moronically shrugged as he chewed on the end of his quill. Hermione shook her head,” Seriously, Ron,+ you really are a prat. Can’t you wait till lunch to devour something?” Harry looked up taken back by the brazen question.
“Wow, Hermione. Who spiked your pumpkin juice?”
Abruptly she stood from the library desk; loudly collecting her belongings, “ Hell, I make a comment and you’re all over me. You both can just sod off. I can have opinion. I’m not your house elf.” With that, she stomped out the door.
Ron and Harry looked blankly at on another, “what was that? Hermione, going off in the library, that’s not her. I know she’s been stressed since the last holiday but this is ridiculous,” Ron remarked.
Harry wondered if they should follow after and probe for answers but then thought better of it, “Give her some space, she’s probably PMS-ing. You know…the period. When a girls loose all rational it usually is chalked up the ‘that time of the month’. It is probably nothing.”
It was another two days before Ron or Harry saw Hermione. She looked different. A sour look on her face, her skirt lifted to mid-thigh, her hair curled and pulled up fashionably, and her make-up painted on like a female out on the prowl. “Hermione is that you?” Harry asked.
With a smirk she replied,” Well, it isn’t Professor Sprout. How are my little prats doing? You look lost. It must be hard in class without me to cheat off of.” On that note she turned and headed to an unlikely crowd of girls in the corner chatting.
“Ron does it seem strange how hurtful Hermione is being lately? I mean, she always spoke her mind but she’s never been heartless about it. I can’t believe she’s hanging out with Slytherins.”
Ron gazed over and replied, “lately every thing about Hermione is off. I can’t believe she skipped Ancient Runes class? That was her favorite class this term.”
Harry nodded, he knew something had to be done. It would only be a matter of days before she’d be put on report and her parents contacted.
That night Harry decided to go speak with her in private. He grabbed his father cloak and the Marauder’s map on his way out the dorm door. Ever so quietly Harry crept up the stair case to the girls dorms. He peaked in to find Hermione’s bed empty. “Where could she be at this hour of night? It is nearly one.”
Harry flung the cloak over his head causing himself to be utterly invisible. Carefully he opened the map to reveal Hermione walking down the south corridor. Her feet weaved around sculptures and in and out of door ways as if she was looking for something; possibly to get caught out of bed after hours.
It wasn’t until Harry made it to the hall way near the snake charming painting that he saw Hermione. She was swaying to and fro. It appeared odd to Harry, as if she was under a deep trans. “Hermione, Hermione wake up! It’s me Harry. Snap out of it will ya.” But she didn’t seem to hear him. She just walked up the long stair case that lead to the entrance of the Slytherin House. “What in the hell does she think she’s doing?” he muttered.
Hermione whispered something to the painting and it opened to let her in. Harry ran up the remaining stairs to the painting demanding to be let in. “I am truly sorry half blood, slytherins only in here,” replied the painting right before it fell asleep.
A blank piece of parchment layed before Harry, “I have no clue what McGonagall wants.” He gazed at the paper bewildered.
Ron piped in, “How can anyone be expected to research Doxxy’s on a day like today. I mean is a bloody nice day out and I’m stuck with you lot in the library…Hermione’s blooming Mecca.” Harry ignored Ron’s rant and grabbed a book on Antidotes for magical bites.
“Do you think mugwort and sassafras would be contradictory for a Doxxy bite?” he asked Hermione.
“I don’t know Harry I am not an encyclopedia. Look it up.” Ron just moronically shrugged as he chewed on the end of his quill. Hermione shook her head,” Seriously, Ron,+ you really are a prat. Can’t you wait till lunch to devour something?” Harry looked up taken back by the brazen question.
“Wow, Hermione. Who spiked your pumpkin juice?”
Abruptly she stood from the library desk; loudly collecting her belongings, “ Hell, I make a comment and you’re all over me. You both can just sod off. I can have opinion. I’m not your house elf.” With that, she stomped out the door.
Ron and Harry looked blankly at on another, “what was that? Hermione, going off in the library, that’s not her. I know she’s been stressed since the last holiday but this is ridiculous,” Ron remarked.
Harry wondered if they should follow after and probe for answers but then thought better of it, “Give her some space, she’s probably PMS-ing. You know…the period. When a girls loose all rational it usually is chalked up the ‘that time of the month’. It is probably nothing.”
It was another two days before Ron or Harry saw Hermione. She looked different. A sour look on her face, her skirt lifted to mid-thigh, her hair curled and pulled up fashionably, and her make-up painted on like a female out on the prowl. “Hermione is that you?” Harry asked.
With a smirk she replied,” Well, it isn’t Professor Sprout. How are my little prats doing? You look lost. It must be hard in class without me to cheat off of.” On that note she turned and headed to an unlikely crowd of girls in the corner chatting.
“Ron does it seem strange how hurtful Hermione is being lately? I mean, she always spoke her mind but she’s never been heartless about it. I can’t believe she’s hanging out with Slytherins.”
Ron gazed over and replied, “lately every thing about Hermione is off. I can’t believe she skipped Ancient Runes class? That was her favorite class this term.”
Harry nodded, he knew something had to be done. It would only be a matter of days before she’d be put on report and her parents contacted.
That night Harry decided to go speak with her in private. He grabbed his father cloak and the Marauder’s map on his way out the dorm door. Ever so quietly Harry crept up the stair case to the girls dorms. He peaked in to find Hermione’s bed empty. “Where could she be at this hour of night? It is nearly one.”
Harry flung the cloak over his head causing himself to be utterly invisible. Carefully he opened the map to reveal Hermione walking down the south corridor. Her feet weaved around sculptures and in and out of door ways as if she was looking for something; possibly to get caught out of bed after hours.
It wasn’t until Harry made it to the hall way near the snake charming painting that he saw Hermione. She was swaying to and fro. It appeared odd to Harry, as if she was under a deep trans. “Hermione, Hermione wake up! It’s me Harry. Snap out of it will ya.” But she didn’t seem to hear him. She just walked up the long stair case that lead to the entrance of the Slytherin House. “What in the hell does she think she’s doing?” he muttered.
Hermione whispered something to the painting and it opened to let her in. Harry ran up the remaining stairs to the painting demanding to be let in. “I am truly sorry half blood, slytherins only in here,” replied the painting right before it fell asleep.