Teasing Hermione

Teasing Hermione!

Based on Harry Potter Novels

"Just wait! This is the good part!" Ron exclaimed happily. By this time they had achieved an audience. A pretty large audience in fact. A very large audience.

"So anyways, the man climbed through the ceiling, only it wasn't a man, it was a woman. She stood there looking angrily at Snape," Harry said happily as Hermione was staring at him in wonderment.

"Um, so, what happens next?" Hermione asked curiously. "I Don't really like the fact that you said I was reading educational shit, and think that I'd actually call it that!"

"You're very easy to tick off, Herm," Harry said happily. He looked across the room at Ron, who had to hold his stomach, because he was laughing so hard. Harry sighed, looked like he had to go on with the story. He was enjoying himself, to say the very least. "Okay, so she stands there looking very angry. Then Professor Snape goes, 'How'd you get in my house?' in a very demanding tone. 'Through the gap in the ceiling.' The woman said still looking cross," Harry said happily.

"Ah, Harry, um . . . you might want to stop now, eh?" George said somewhat nervously as Harry went on with the story.

" 'That's no gap in the ceiling, that's a roof and . . .' his voice trailed off when he released there was no roof. 'what're you doing here?' he demanded looking at the woman rather pissed off. 'I think you'd better come with me,' she said tirelessly. 'Why?" he asked curiously. 'Because I'm arresting you for the murder off Lucius Malfoy.' The woman said smoothly. 'Who's he?' Snape asks curiously. 'the guy you killed.' 'Just who do you think you are anyway? You can't arrest me,' Snape goes angrily," Harry said happily.

"Ah, Harry," George said trying to stop Harry's story.

"Harry, it might be a good idea if you stopped saying your story now," Hermione said nervously. "I know you, Fred, George and Ron wanted me to hear this, but trust me, she doesn't."

"Who's she?" Harry asked curiously.

"She as in . . ."

"Oh never mind, so let me continue, she goes 'I'm Professor McGonagall and I hearby arrest you in order of the Ministry of Magic.'" Harry finished laughing.

"She's right behind you Harry," George said paling.

"Who?" Harry asked curiously.

"Professor McGonagall!" Ron said nervously. Harry turned around and looked at an angry Professor McGonagall. He started sweating bullets.

"Interesting story Potter. Won't you repeat it for the Headmaster?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Erm, no thanks Professor," Harry said nervously. "I think I'll just stand here thank you,"

"Five points from Gryffindor for that ridiculous story that did not make much sense in the first place. Two points from Fred, George and Ron Weasley for participating in it. All four of you will receive detentions," Professor McGonagall said angrily.

"But . . . but! Professor, it wasn't hurting anybody!" Harry exclaimed panicked.

"No, you may think not Potter. But Verbal abuse can sometimes hurt worse than physical abuse. So why don't you think about that for a while Potter?" McGonagall replied sullenly.

"Sorry Professor," Harry murmured sitting down on an armchair. McGonagall left the common room.

"Won't do that again then eh Harry?" Ron asked pathetically.

"No, not now, not ever," Harry replied. "Next time you can tell the story and get into trouble for it. It was your idea you know."

"No it wasn't!" Ron exclaimed.

"Was too."

"Was not."

"Too."

"Not."

"Too."

"Not!" This argument went on for quite some time. But in the end they decided it was best if they both went to bed and finished the argument whilst they were on their detentions.

THE END!