Chapter Five - Weasel
"You have cursed seven different students, Miss Granger," snapped a very livid Professor Snape. "Seven curses in which are forbidden to be used in this school. Have you gone crazy? Have you decided to finally lash out and hurt those who have done nothing to provoke you? Are you mad? I have a student walking around without his sight, another with lips as big as an elephant, one with a hair as bright as Weasley's, another with a beard as long as Dumbledore's, one with fingers whose will not move on their own, and another who's incapable of copulating for a week! What do you have to say for yourself?!"
Hermione, who was sitting in the Potions classroom, with angry Slytherins surrounding her, smirked knowingly. "I did a rather nice job, don't you think?" she asked arrogantly.
Ginny, who was one of the room's inhabitants, whimpered slightly. Ron and Harry looked rather proud and Blaise looked simply mad.
Snape clenched his teeth. "Seventy points will be deducted from Gryffindor!" he snapped menacingly, hearing Ron and Harry's protests, "and you will give back your Head Girl badge!"
Hermione's heart stopped. "Wha--What?" she stuttered. Being Head Girl was everything to her. She had privileges that no one harbored. Things like these could help her get into a good wizarding college or at least earn some respect around the school. Her parents were simply ecstatic about her being the school's new Head Girl and they praised her for it. For years now she's been wanting the honor and she's finally got it, only to lose it.
"You will resign your position as Hogwarts' Head Girl, Miss Granger," Professor Snape repeated.
Hermione eyes watered up. "But -- this can't be -- you can't --"
"I believe I can," he cut in.
Ginny rested her hand over Hermione's. "Oh God, Mione, I'm so sorry."
Her anger still bubbling in her system, Hermione snatched away her hand. "You should be sorry. You did this! You were the one out for revenge, causing me to go completely bonkers! Thank you, Ginny! For letting me give up the one thing I've really adored the most! Thank you very much!" At that point, Hermione was bawling. She stood up hastily and ran out of the room, leaving everyone in there silent.
Ginny sat quietly in her seat, her face saddened.
Thank you, Ginny! For letting me give up the one thing I've really adored the most! Thank you very much! She kept hearing over and over in her head.
The day went by pretty quick for Ginny. She dozed off in half her classes and disregarded any questions that were thrown her way by very, and suspiciously, energetic educators. She was now dragging her feet along the long corridor, leading to the Gryffindor common room, or so she thought.
"Going somewhere, Weasley?" drawled a voice that Ginny knew all to well. Right now wasn't the time for any sort of fight, so Ginny kept on walking, pretending that she never even heard him utter a word. "I was talking to you, Weasley!" he said even louder.
The rage and solemnity mixed together in her system, Ginny spun around and shrieked, "Happy now, Malfoy?! My best friend loathes me and my brother thinks I'm some sort of a slut! The Slytherin quidditch is probably laughing it up about me little escapade with you and the Gryffindor team is feeling ashamed of me! What more do you want?! Do you want me to embarrass myself even more?! Do you want me to run around naked in front of the headmaster?! Huh?! Tell me, Malfoy! What the bloody hell could you possibly want from me at this point?!" His face was now free of boils, luckily. His other teammates were quite unlucky though. His charm was easily skived off by Madam Pomfrey, who apparently had some sort of counter potion for the excessive amount of bacteria-filled bubbles on his forehead, cheeks and chin.
He opened his mouth to snarl a snide comment, but Ginny, being as furious as she was, pulled out her wand, raised it high, and muttered a strong disillusion charm.
Soon enough, she was holding a jittering animal in her hands, trying to keep it contained and from biting her.
"We'll see who's the weasel now, Malfoy," she said deathly.
Harry, who was tucking himself into the bed of his dormitory, turned to his best friend, Ronald Weasley and asked, "Have you ever seen Hermione so angry?"
"I think we've established that," replied Ron, also getting into his bed.
Harry sighed and leaned into his pillows. "She's still crying, you know," he stated, "being Head Girl was everything to her. She loved the authority."
"I know," breathed Ron.
"I know we are supposed to be feeling sympathetic towards Hermione," started Harry, "but I can't help but feel quite sad for Zabini."
Ron snorted. "I think the prat deserved it."
"I thought you liked the bloke!" protested Harry.
"I never said I liked him and I never said I didn't like him," answered Ron, "he's just way too Slytherin for me. Hermione can find so much better."
"Well, she won't be able to find anything like that for an entire week. Serves her right for throwing that Virgo Prounus curse at the nearest person to her," scolded Harry.
"I'm actually quite happy that curse hit Zabini," exclaimed Ron.
"Why?"
"Because it was actually headed for me."
End Of Chapter Five