Title: P4
Disclaimer: Stated only once, don't own. Don't expect to see this in other chapters.
Summary: This is the place where purebloods rule the school, with the exception of Harry, and the richest ones there are the P4, Purebloods 4. Every girl would fall at the chance to date them, all except one, Hermione Granger.
A/N: Ron and Ginny are not related...
Walking to school, Hermione clutched her robe tightly around her in an attempt to keep the biting wind away. Leaves fell before her as her shoes crunched on the ground. She didn't care much for cars, with their pollution to the clean air and all, although walking had its many problems; it still provided a great way to think. She was suddenly reminded of where she was going: Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She rather liked Hogwarts, the school not the students. The kids in Hogwarts High School were filthy rich, like millionaire rich. She, Hermione Granger, was not. Her parents had worked hard to earn enough money to put her in school and she was going to do the best to enjoy it, but that was nearly impossible. Her parents had hoped that putting her in such a wealthy school would get her in the better classes, the top rank, oh and money from her rich 'boyfriend'. She was completely and utterly miserable. But did she dare tell her parents about it? Absolutely not, it would break their hearts.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she watched as a stylish Lexus pulled up beside her, the window rolling down to reveal the pug-faced girl, Pansy Parkinson. She looked on as Pansy turned to look at her, first the face then the clothes, then the shoes. Hermione heard her scoff.
"The filthy little mudblood shouldn't be allowed to go to such a grand school as us...being as poor and filthy as she is." Better muggle-born than ugly. Hermione snickered softly, which caught Pansy's attention.
"Are you laughing at me, mudblood?" Hermione shook her head; she didn't want to mess with these people. Maybe later.
Pansy gave one final glare before ordering the driver to keep on driving. "Slut." Hermione commented under her breath.
Hermione, amazingly, arrived at the same time as Pansy. She clutched her books as she watched Pansy walk out of the car, but not before spotting her friend, Millicent Bulstrode. Hermione watched quietly as Pansy slung her new bag around, probably expensive. She gazed at Millicent as she looked around before showing a leather jacket, Chanel, a famous witch brand that also sold to the muggle customers.
Pansy looked deeply offended and tried to find something else to show off. She pointed to her watch, it's numbers incased in gold. Millicent scoffed and looked around finally leaning forward and pulling on a necklace, Hermione looked on in amazement, on her necklace was an emerald serpent with diamond eyes, perfectly cut to be slits and it was coiled around a silver S. Millicent looked on smugly as she watched Pansy search for something, finally she saw Pansy smirk and point to her nose.
"Come closer, Millicent, come closer." Pansy tapped her nose as Millicent came closer. "Come and look," Millicent leaned forward and Pansy turned this way and that. "Do you see anything?" Millicent gasped.
"That's Julia Robert's nose!" Pansy smirked and nodded. Hermione rolled her eyes. Now people were copying the famous witch's nose...Merlin.
"When did you get that?" Millicent walked beside Pansy as they entered the school.
"Over the summer, why?" Pansy adjusted her bag and glanced at her friend.
"I was looking all over for you." Pansy's eyebrow rose.
"Where?" Curious to know where her companion looked.
"Paris." Hermione rolled her eyes. Stupid, snobby rich kids.
Neville Longbottom opened his locker, about to grab his books when he spotted something that made his blood run cold. Inside, a dark green paper waved a bit, the silver words etched across its surface. You're Dead. Neville heard gasps all around him and quickly snatched the paper, but the damage was done.
Hermione walked with her friend, Ginny Weasley, toward their next class but was sidetracked by a crowd that had gathered in front of the Divination classroom. Walking toward the group, they pushed their way to the front. Hermione's eyes widened as she found out that they were looking at Neville. She wondered why Neville was packing up all his books when it was just the middle of the school year, maybe he had failed some test but that was impossible for she had helped him with his homework.
As Neville walked out of the classroom everybody parted quietly, attempting to get out of his way. Neville kept his head down, the looks that were thrown at him were unbearable. Hermione made a move to help him but was held back by Ginny. Hermione turned to look at her friend in disbelief, while Ginny just shook her head.
"Hermione, don't go. He's been tagged, don't be seen near him." Hermione looked confused which Ginny took as a cue to continue. "Oh, Hermione, don't you ever pay attention to something other than books and teachers? Anyways last week Neville stood up to P4...yeah I know that was a first."
Flashback
Neville stood there on the steps and looked down at his fallen books. He was pushed back as the members of P4 brushed past him, ignoring him. Something caught his eye and he turned to see Trevor lying in a small puddle of blood, a shoeprint on its back. Neville slowly walked over to his squashed toad and looked down as Trevor's eyes bulged out and small intestines came out.
Neville didn't know what happened next but he felt a sudden anger building up inside of him and before he knew it he had called out to P4.
"Come back here, you cowards! I'm not afraid of you!" Neville instantly realized his mistake when P4 stopped and turned around. He felt their intense stare as he stood up on the stairs, he clamped his mouth shut and he gulped.
End
Hermione looked on sadly as Neville made his way through the students when she heard a small shout, she recognized it as Professor Sprout's, the Herbology Teacher. Maybe she could stop this.
"What is going on here? Move along now, get on to your classes," The Professor spotted Neville and then his book bag. "Neville? Where are you going?"
"He's leaving the school, Professor." Pansy explained in a disgustingly sweet voice.
Professor Sprout looked surprised. "Neville," She declared, putting her wand down and placing her hand on his shoulder. "Why are you leaving Hogwarts? Being a smart student such as yourself you would be able to fulfill your dreams and get into a good collage." Millicent cut in.
"Professor, Longbottom has gotten tagged...by P4." Professor Sprout seemed to ponder a moment before looking at Neville. Hermione waited anxiously to see what she was going to do.
"Neville," Hermione drew a breath as the Herbology teacher paused. "When you go out into the real world, try not to cause any trouble." Hermione looked disbelievingly at the teacher. What? She watched on as Neville nodded and walked out toward the entrance doors.
Hermione glared at the back of Professor Sprout, usually she wouldn't do that and would rather pay attention to whatever the teacher was saying, but she was absolutely positively mad at what the Professor had did. She couldn't believe that even the teacher backed down from standing up to P4. Hermione could feel the hatred toward such a vile group of wizards that walked the land. To her bewilderment she unexpectedly stood up and banged her hands on the desk, causing everybody to look at her and the teacher to pause.
"Yes, Miss Granger, is there something that you wanted?" Hermione looked her straight in the eye.
"I need to go to the loo." She stated unusually calm and the classroom filled with giggles.
"You need to go to the...bathroom?" Hermione nodded and the Professor paused for a second before allowing Hermione to go.
Instead of heading toward the lavatories, she ran up the steps toward the roof. She was stopped by the railing, the force sending her lurching foward. She took a deep breath.
"I HATE YOU P4, YOU SICK FISH-EYED IDIOTS! BEING COWARDS BY HIDING BEHIND YOUR MONEY! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! YOU...YOU IDIOTS!" Hermione kneeled down, her hands falling loosely to her side, as she tried to catch her breath. All the anger had left her and now she was drained of all energy, she better get back to class.
Just as Hermione left the rooftop, two silver Lamborghini's pulled up into the school parking lot. The doors clicked open and two people stepped out of each car. P4 had just arrived.