Rating:
PG
House:
Astronomy Tower
Characters:
Hermione Granger Viktor Krum
Genres:
Romance
Era:
Multiple Eras
Spoilers:
Goblet of Fire
Stats:
Published: 06/26/2005
Updated: 06/26/2005
Words: 942
Chapters: 1
Hits: 899

One Rough Day for Herm-Own-Ninny

alsatt212

Story Summary:
Hermione is stressed out over her relationship status with Viktor. What will she do?

Posted:
06/26/2005
Hits:
899

If Hell Froze Over...

Chapter Two

He thinks he is so great. So perfect. The Perfect Prefect. And his voice, why does it drip with sarcasm. Really, he's worse than Ron. I don't know what mindless idiot made him prefect.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry peered at Hermione inquisitively while she maimed her eggs. It wasn't everyday that she mutilated her breakfast.

"Of course I'm alright," Hermione said snappishly. Harry knew otherwise. She looked very upset.

"Did we get our schedules yet?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, here is yours. McGonagall asked us to give it to you," said Ron as he handed Hermione her schedule, "where were you this morning anyway?"

Being mentally abused by Blaise Zabini.

"Um. Nowhere, I went to take a shower in the prefect's bathroom."

"Then why wasn't your hair wet when you came back?" Harry was very, very inquisitive this morning.

Because a certain Slytherin is an idiot who lacks brains and manners.

"Shut up. It's really none of your business. What do you have today?" Hermione was only too eager to drop the subject.

"Divination, Double Dark Arts," said Ron, "what about you?"

"Same as you, but I've got Ancient Runes instead of Div. Which is good because I need to clarify some properties of the rune ryher. Very complicated rune. The effects of a mistranslation would be devastating on my grade. With one mistranslated rune my essay could be terrible wrong. Think of what would happen if I mistook feter for fatyr." Hermione said, jovially laughing at her comments.

Ron and Harry's eyes had glazed over right when she said Ancient Runes. Their drool was now pooling near the pumpkin juice. Just like every Monday morning.

"Well, we should start heading to the dungeons. We need to get good seats. Never know what we'll be learning about today." Harry was still amazed that Hermione could talk about Defense Againist the Dark Arts with enthusiasm in her voice. Ever since Snape had started teaching, it became dreadful. Mind you he was no Umbridge.

"Er–right, " said Ron while trying to muffle his own laughter.

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Harry, Ron and Hermione began the long trek to the dungeons. They wove through narrow corridors and traipsed down rickety stair cases.

"Oh, Gosh!" Hermione screeched.

Both Ron and Harry whipped their wands out ready for an attack. They always were ready. Constant vigilance.

"What is it Hermione?" Ron growled lowly as to throw off any potential assassins.

"I forgot my Dark Arts text book in Gryffindor Tower, maybe Snape will let me borrow one of his?"

"Hermione, this is Snape. Remember? Evil, greasy git with a nose the size of Jupiter." Harry was trying to jog Hermione's memory.

"Oh-I'll just dash up and get my book. Can you tell him that I'll be there a little late?"

"Sure," said Harry, "Ron will tell him for you. See you in a couple of minutes."

"Harry, really, I'm not going to..." Ron said looking upset.

Hermione tore up the rickety staircase. She could hear it groaning, literally. She threw open a hidden door almost knocking over a pocket-sized first year. She hung a sharp left at the statue of Smedgly the Suave. After scaring the wits of a large group of 2nd years who were fawning over the latest picture of Oliver Wood, she almost to Gryffindor Tower.

"Hey! Hermione! Did you finish last night's Potions assignment? Man was that a killer! Two feet. Hey! I've got two feet too!"

"Get away from me Ernie!" Hermione said threw labored breaths. She was going to get her book. No one could stop her. Not even Ernie who, at the current moment was asking a statue of a nymph to dinner at Hogsmeade.

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"Aw, Miss Granger. So good of you to join us today," said Professor Snape.

"I forgot my book in Gryffindor Tower. Sir."

"Take a seat."

" Um, where?" Hermione said as she peered around the room.

Somehow hell had frozen over in the fifeteen minutes it took Hermione to get her book. Harry was sitting with Malfoy. A rather green Ron with a rather red Pansy Parkinson. Neville and Crabbe. All sights were particularly disgusting, however the most disgusting would have to be Millicent Bulstrode and Dean Thomas. And they actually looked happy about that arrangement. Hermione scanned the room for a seat. She finally found one in the shadowy back corner. It was next to-----Zabini.

"Are you blind Miss Granger? Next to Zabini."

Hermione grudgingly took her seat. Don't say anything he forgot to take points away. This is to your advantage. It's only for two hours. I can handle that snot-nosed brat for two hours. I am a prefect after-all. But so is he. Oh shut up!

"Twenty points will be taken from Gryffindor for a certain Know-It-All's disrespect for the rules." Professor Snape said, "Take a look at the person you are sitting with. They will be your partners for the rest of the year. You will be required to complete several projects this year in addition to 3 hours of study with per week. With them of course."

A collective groan was heard throughout the usually quiet dungeon. Crabbe sounded like he was having a three-headed platypus. Pansy shrieked as if she finally realized that Malfoy was a pointy-nosed rat. Malfoy looked like he just ate a grasshopper. Hermione was sure that she saw Harry throw up in his cauldron.

"So, Granger. This year is going to be fun," Zabini said.

Oh, Sweet Merlin! I think I have died and gone to hell. But its only one semester. Right? Right? RIGHT? Oh dear sweet Jesus help me!


Author notes: This is my first fan fiction. I can take critism. Write whatever you want.