A/N: Just a little short story I came up with from a joke I heard. I think Hermione's witty enough. There's no real plot, it's just fun.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that is the property of J.K. Rowling.


Hermione had come back to Hogwarts to teach, and teach she did. The students loved her, and she got on smartly with the rest of the staff. Some of her only faults were, her temper, her ability to be gullible, her sharp tongue, and (though nobody new it yet) her perverted sense ofhumor. The school found out one day at the end of the term.

Standing before her seventh year transfiguration class she reminded them, "Now class, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow. I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury or illness, or a death in your immediate family but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever!"

The class mumbled to each other about possible ways to get out of the NEWTS. The seventh year smart arse of Gryffindor, the son of Ronald Weasley, asked,

"What would you say if tomorrow I said I was suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?" He smirked as the class did their best to stifle their giggles. Hermione surprised them all by smirking. Outside in the hall a certain potions master was stalking to the staff room for his coffee when he heard the comment. Sticking his head in he saw Hermione's smirk and almost shook his head in pity for the Weasley boy.

She went over to the lanky red head and leaned down with a sympathetic smile and a mournful shake of the head, she replied sweetly, "Well, I guess you'd have to write the exam with your other hand."

He let out a snort and Severus nearly fell down where he was from shock. The rest of the class stared at their teacher then to the red faced student then back. She had a sense of humor? He glared at her spitefully while Hermione patted his head lightly and walked back up to the front of the class. "Any more questions?"

There were no more questions, and no one noticed a certain professor nearly skipping down the hall. That Weasley boy just got owned.