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50 Ficlets for Hermione Granger - Sa13+ http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...hermione-1.jpg 50/50 ficlets completed C O M P L E T E Hello and welcome to my first ficlets thread dedicated to my favorite member of the trio and perhaps favorite character in the Harry Potter universe: Hermione Granger. I have two claims over in the drabble section as well. I am not a Hermione/Harry shipper, so if you have come here looking for some of that, my apologies. ■■ 10 Engorgio Hermione felt like she was on the verge of smacking him upside the head with her Charms textbook. If it were not for the fact that she was worried their hard heads would damage the binding, she would have. “Honestly Ronald,” Hermione signed slamming her book down on her lap instead. “Did someone cast Engorgio on your head, because you certainly are bigheaded?” “Hermione, please, you know how busy I am with the Quidditch. Besides, holding a quill for too long could damage my hands and make me unfit to be Keeper.” Hermione shot a look at Harry expecting him to come to her aid, but he just shook his messy head and returned to his parchment. “So, you are saying that your hands are too fragile to write?” she asked crossing her arms. “Yeah, yeah! That’s what I mean! I’m so glad you understand,” Ron nodded leaning back on the scarlet couch. Hermione took out her wand and pointed it at Ron. “Engorgio!” she shouted and Ron’s hands grew so rapidly that they were soon the size of large pumpkins and he went tumbling off the back of the couch from the weight. “There, problem fixed.” |
★42. Silencio★ ■■ 42 Silencio “Then my Won-Won said the most adorable thing,” Lavender squealed squeezing a pillow tightly to her chest and her face flushing like a ripe tomato. “He said that I was giving him chapped lips!” Parvati squealed nearly as loudly as Lavender and hit her roommate with a pillow. “You two are so adorable together,” she sighed leaning her head on her hand as she sat crossed legged on Lavender’s bed. Hermione, who was trying her best to ignore their conversation, was also turning the color of a tomato, but for very different reasons. Hearing Lavender go on and on about Ron was torture and things were only made worse by that hideous nickname the girl had given him that sounded more like a Chinese soup than an actual name. “Won-Won and I are like stars and constellations,” she said dreamily. “We just can’t live without the other! And he is such an amazing snogger!” Hermione had had it. Whipping her wand out from her robe’s pocket, she pointed at her roommates. “Silencio!” she whispered. The two girls tried to squeal, but nothing came out. Hermione grinned and returned to her book. Finally, some peace and quiet. |
★46. Tergeo★ ■■ 46 Tergeo “Quickly!” Hermione demanded as she leaned over Ron’s body. Looking over her shoulder again, she thrust her hand out in frustration. What was taking Harry so long? Ron couldn’t afford to wait. Hermione’s hands were trembling so much that it was a wonder she was able to hold on to the tiny vile of Essence of Dittany. She had shook even more as she applied the brown liquid to Ron’s wounds, so much in fact that she felt as though she were going to faint right there on the spot. The only thing that prevented her from doing so was that he was depending on her. Pouring three drops onto Ron’s and green smoke bellowed from where the liquid hit his flesh. “What happened?” “Ron got splinched…” Hermione replied sadly swallowing back her tears and resting her hand on the red head’s forehead. How could she have let this happen to Ron? He was covered in blood, and all because of her mistake. The desire to faint was still strong as she gazed down at his pale body. “Tergeo,” she whispered through the tears as the blood on Ron’s clothing and skin slowly vanished. “I’m sorry…” |
★25. Mobilicorpus★ ■■ 25 Mobilicorpus Sitting on one of the sofas in the Gryffindor common room, the trio watched nervously as Fred and Geroge continued to brain storm slogans and new inventions. Ron and Harry had already fallen victim to the twins’ latest escapades and Hermione was determined not to herself. “Come on Hermione,” Fred said batting his eyelashes at her. “We promise it will be virtually painless,” George nodded. “And have one of you perform Mobilicorpus on me so you can take me to the hospital wing?” she asked opening up her book and setting it on her lap. “No thank you.” The twins immediately looked back towards Ron with a glimmer of mischief in their eyes. “Come on Ron,” they said in unison holding out an orange sweet and a box of tissues. “Bottoms up!” Ron opened his mouth to protest, but George threw the candy into his mouth before he could do so. Ron’s nose immediately began bleeding and he grabbed the box of tissues while Fred and George exchanged high fives. “Fix it!” Ron demanded shoving tissue after tissue up his nostril. “As soon as we come up with the antidote,” George mused. Hermione sighed and returned to her book. |
★30. Oppugno★ ■■ 30 Oppugno “You really are scary, you know that! No wonder you haven’t got many friends,” Ron said crossing his arms. “Just because I won’t do your essay for Professor Snape does not mean I am scary,” Hermione retorted putting her quill down on her parchment. “Look, even Harry is doing his own work without complaining!” “Please don’t bring me into this,” Harry said looking more at Ron than Hermione. “This assignment is painful enough as it is without you two going at it.” Hermione returned to her assignment that was already well past the six inches required. Meanwhile Ron, who hardly had his name on his parchment, leaned over to try and look over her shoulder. “Geeze Hermione, can’t you do something with your hair?” he groaned. “It’s blocking my view!” “It wouldn’t be in your way if you were looking at your own parchment,” she snapped turning her head so quickly that her hair smacked Ron in the face. “Ouch!” Ron cried falling back on the sofa. Rolling her eyes, Hermione returned to cross examining her Potions and Charms book. “Oppugno,” she read. “I am going to have to remember this one.” She glanced over at Ron. |
★28. Nox★ ■■ 28 Nox { all kinds of hearts } mini challenge “Hey there Granger,” Cormac greeted with a smirk on his face as he flopped himself down on the sofa beside Hermione. “What’s say you and I get to know each other on a first name basis, eh?” Hermione peeked up momentarily from her book only to attempt to hide her gag reflexes when she saw who it was addressing her. She knew that she should never have asked him to Professor Slughorn’s Christmas party and now she was regretting the decision full heartedly. “I’m busy,” she said returning her gaze to her book. “Studying.” “Aw, don’t be like that,” he frowned scooting a bit closer. “Can’t you see that you have turned on a light in my heart?” Now she really felt like she was going to gag. “Nox will fix that,” she said bluntly scooting a bit further down the sofa away from him. |
★24. Lumos★ ■■ 24 Lumos “Hermione, I don’t know what you see in him,” Ron said in a huff as he adjusted his Gryffindor scarf around his next. “The bloke is so dimwitted that I don’t even think Lumos could turn his brain on.”“Clever Ron,” Hermione replied rolling her eyes. “You were just asking me the other day if I could get his autograph for you.” “Well, that was different! I didn’t know he was going to ask you to go visit him over the summer.” Hermione glanced over at Ron and giggled when she saw the tips of his ears turning a bit red. They often did this when he was flustered. “If you think there is a better way I could be spending my summer than experiences the Bulgarian culture, I’d like to hear it,” she teased as she began to stroke Crookshanks. Ron clenched his fists and swallowed hard. “I just don’t think it is a good idea, alright?” he said quickly. |
★20. Knitting Charm★ ■■ 20 Knitting Charm “Come on Hermione, it means that you are part of the family,” Ron snorted holding up the olive green wool sweater that his mother had knit. On it was a obnoxiously large rosy pink ‘H’ and a few hearts. “Maybe I should rethink this,” she replied wrinkling her nose a bit as Ron handed her the sweater. “Did she do this by hand? I sure hope not. I hope she used a Knitting Charm, because I’d hate to see her effort go to waste.” Hermione folded the sweater neatly and returned it to the box before picking up the card from Mrs. Weasley. “Oh? Says here that she hopes both sweaters seem fitting.” She set the card down and rummaged through the box a bit until she felt more wool. Unable to control her laughter, she pulled out a rosy pink sweater with a large ‘R’ on it in olive green. “No…she didn’t!” Ron groaned snatching it from Hermione. “I thought I had problems, at least olive green goes with my complexion,” she teased snatching it back and holding it up against Ron. “You look like a ripe tomato.” |
★26. Morsmordre★ ■■ 26 Morsmordre Thanks goes to the lovely Maxie for the inspiration. { cookie craze } mini challenge “Ronald, will you stop that!” Hermione scolding feeling more than a bit exasperated. “You are not only going to poke my eye out, but you are frightening the House Elves.” Ron looked over his shoulder at the wrinkly creatures that had stopped their bustling about the kitchens to look at him with looks of utter shock on their faces. “Bloody hell, what are you all looking at? It’s not like I conjured the Dark Mark or anything,” he turned his gaze to Hermione who now had a bit of cookie dough on her cheek. “I just, you know, didn’t fancy that fly getting into the bowl.” “That’s your excuse for waving your wand around like a lunatic?” she retorted folding her arms across her chest. “You can’t just go casting spells at random! It looks like an Erumpent horn destroyed the place!” “Don’t be so over dramatic…” “You were the one who mentioned conjuring the Dark Mark earlier” she said rolling her eyes. “You’ve got, um, you’ve got some cookie dough on your cheek,” he blushed leaning into…flick it off...but not before turning an even deeper shade of red. |
■■ 22 Legimens ■■ 22 Legimens { all kinds of hearts } mini challenge Harry and Hermione sat together in the common room, her attempting their latest Potion’s assignment from Professor Snape and Harry looking longingly across the room at a certain red-head. “Have you talked to Ron yet?” she asked not even bothering to look up from her parchment. “I talk to him all the time, Hermione. We are roommates after all,” Harry responded quickly turning his attention back to his own parchment and dropping his quill on the floor. Hermione rolled her eyes and glanced over at Crookshanks who stuck his nose up in the air. See, even her kneazle was tired of Harry’s avoiding of the subject. Shutting her book and rolling up her parchment, she put her hand down on Harry’s still blank parchment. “Harry, it doesn’t take Legimens to know what you are thinking,” she laughed nodding her head towards Ginny. Harry took off his glasses and pretended to clean the lenses before addressing Hermione again. “Well, to be fair,” he said with a smirk on his face. “I could say the same about you.” Now it was her turn to drop her quill, parchment, and Potions book on the floor. “I-I-I don’t know what you are talking about.” |
■■ 14. Horn Tongue ■■ 14. Horn Tongue “Father told me it is the best there is,” Draco explained showing off yet another expensive gift he had received from his father. “Don’t suppose you have ever seen one of these, let alone touched it.” Hermione shot a warning look at Ron who looked like he was just about ready to have steam come out his ears. “Just let it go,” she whispered pushing the ginger back a bit. “What’s that, Granger? Trying to get Weasley out of the way so you can have me all to yourself? I’ll save you the trouble and just tell you no right now,” Draco smirked glancing over his shoulder at his friends. “No to what exactly,” she snapped with her fists clenched together. She had done it once and she wasn’t afraid to punch him square in the nose again should the need arise. “To make you my girlfriend,” Draco mocked. “Go toot your horn somewhere else,” Ron growled at Draco grabbing Hermione by the shoulder. Hermione glanced at Ron and a grin tickled the edges of her lips. With a quick flick of her wand, Hermione cast a nonverbal hex towards Draco who now looked like he had swallowed a toucan. |
■■ 50. Waddiwasi ■■ 50. Waddiwasi Hermione enjoyed coming home during the holidays as working for Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures could prove to be very stressful – not to mention frustrating as some of her co-workers refused to give her the signatures she needed to pass a new law allowing house elves the right to refuse to disobey their masters if they were instructed to do something that went against wizarding law. How quickly the Ministry forgot the events of the Quidditch World Cup of 1994. “Hermione,” her father called from the kitchen. “Do you mind going into my supply cabinet and getting my some floss? I seem to have some popcorn impacted in my teeth.” Wand in hand, Hermione searched through her father’s supplies until she found the floss and handed it to him. She hated using magic on her parents, considering they were muggles and were perfectly capable of taking care of themselves, but watching her father struggle to find the stray kernel that was wedged between his tooth and gums was too comical for her not to do something. “Waddiwasi,” she whispered under her breath. “Pesky little bugger,” her father laughed thinking he had removed it with his floss. |
■■ 5. Colloportus ■■ 5. Colloportus Hermione had reserved herself to never understanding boys. The whole immature quarrel between Ron and Harry two terms ago had nearly been enough for her to want to turn both of them into potted plants and leave them in the Herbology greenhouse for the first years to prune. Now, on their way to Hogwarts again, Hermione found herself attempting to block out the pair’s ridiculous conversation regarding the Room of Requirement. “Harry, I’ve got a brilliant idea,” Ron said turning to the messy haired boy and leaning over Hermione as she tried to read a book. “We should use the Room of Requirement as a place to get our midnight snacks! Hermione gets angry at us when we go down to the kitchens. Says we are making the house elves work too hard.” “I am sitting right here,” Hermione said slamming her book shut. “That won’t work anyway seeing as that breaks Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration.” “Hermione, Harry and I are having a private conversation.” Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron and stood up. If they wanted a private conversation, they could have it. Exiting the compartment, Hermione took out her wand and cast Colloportus on it. |
■■ 13. Flagrate ■■ 13. Flagrate Hermione rolled onto her side expecting Ron to still be snoring next to her as he always was, only to find that he was gone. Sitting up a bit, she noticed a glowing arrow pointing towards the door to their bedroom. “Clever,” she smiled recognizing the fiery rope immediately. “I didn’t know he could do that actually.” Perhaps she had been underestimating him all the years? Somehow, she doubt that considering he had failed miserably at de-gnoming the garden the other day. Throwing her robe and slippers on, Hermione followed the arrow to find that there was another waiting for her outside the door. This one, however, was pointing towards the stairs. She continued to follow them around the house until she arrived at the back door leading to the garden where her name was floating in the air. Opening the door, another word was waiting for her. ‘will’ She walked towards the tomato plants. ‘you’ She turned the corner to see Ron down on one knee with a black box in his hand. “Marry me?” |
■■ 29. Obliviate ■■ 29. Obliviate Hermione stood frozen in the Gryffindor common room staring with vacant eyes at what had been a happy scene only a few moments earlier. Ron doing well in the match, and without her having to Confund the opposing team, had been a brilliant move by Harry. She had been impressed by his quick thinking and was about to congratulate her friend when it had happened. That girl, Lavendar Brown, had appeared out of nowhere, wrapped her arms around Ron, and kissed him. Hermione had been expecting Ron to push her away. He couldn’t possibly of fancied her, could he? Hermione had watched, waited, for Ron to shove her out of the way and then come over to Harry and her with some comment about his play being so brilliant that girls were wanting to snog him, but it didn’t happen that way. Hermione watched as Ron’s arms moved and wrapped themselves around Lavender returning the kiss. Hermione felt as though her heart were being torn in two to the point that she could create a horcrux. Tears threatening to burn her eyes, she turned away and ran out of the common room wishing she had the strength to Obliviate herself. |
■■ 35. Quietus ■■ 35. Quietus Hermione felt guilty, but only a little so, that she had bribed Neville with some sweets she had snuck from the kitchens to sneak into Harry’s trunk and swipe his Cloak of Invisibility, but ever since turning in her timeturner at the end of her third year, she hadn’t had enough daylight hours in the library to get all the reading in that she wanted. Furthermore, she had already reached her limit in library books she could check out and was pretty sure that Madam Pince would give her more than a stern look if she tried. Tip toeing her way through the empty common room, she nearly had a heart attack when she hear Crookshanks meow. “Crookshanks! Go back to the dormitory,” she hissed from under the cloack. “Please, do as you are told.” Crookshanks sat down on the ground and continued to meow, getting louder and louder with each one. “Fine, you can come with me but you much keep quiet,” she scolded as the cat waddled under the cloak with her. Rolling her eyes at herself for turning into rule breakers like Ron and Harry, she looked down at the cat. “Quieter than Quietus, alright?” |
■■ 43. SpeRevelio ■■ 43. SpeRevelio “Happy Birthday, Mr. Weasley,” Hermione smiled handing him a small purple gift bag with gold stars on it. Its contents were hidden by several layers of white tissue paper. She always enjoyed celebrating birthdays with the Weasleys just because Mr. Weasley was always so fascinated with the muggle items Hermione brought. “Thank you, Hermione,” Mr. Weasley smiled with a clear spark of curiosity in his eyes. Not waiting another moment, he flung the tissue paper out of the bag and pulled out a medium sized bottle of what looked like milky water. “Hermione…what did you give Dad?” Ron asked taking the bottle from his father. “It’s Invisible Ink,” she said taking the bottle from Ron and opening it. She reached into her bag and pulled out one of her quills, dipped it in, and wrote on a piece of spare parchment. “Nothing’s there,” Ron said shoving his face into the paper. “Invisible means that you can’t see it,” Hermione said rolling her eyes. “SpeRevelio!” Mr. Weasley commanded pointing his wand to the parchment. But nothing happened. Laughing, Hermione held the paper up to the candle and slowly the words ‘Hello’ appeared. “Very clever, these muggles!” Mr. Weasley exclaimed. |
■■ 6. Crucio ■■ 6. Crucio { breaking the 4th wall } mini challenge Clutching her chest tightly and hunching over so much that her body was twisted into a tight ball, Hermione cried silently in the corner of the tent unable to believe that what had just happened had really happened. Glancing up for a moment, she was able to make out the shape of the locket sitting on the table through her blurred vision. If only he had just taken it off and waited a few more moments…then he would have realized just how thick he had been acting. The image of Ron’s face as he stormed out of the tent and the sting of the words “You choose him” made her feel as though someone were casting Crucio on her. Her body shaking, Hermione realized that she was the one doing the casting…doing it on herself for letting him get away. Hating seeing Hermione like this, Harry approached her and took her by the hands. Confused, Hermione followed his lead and rose to her feet. Harry then began to lead her in a dance that Hermione presumed was supposed to make her feel better. Turning her gaze to the tent’s entrance, Hermione spoke. “This wasn’t in the book!” |
■■ 16. Impedimenta ■■ 16. Impedimenta “I’m telling you Hermione, you keep your bloody cat away from Scabbers,” Ron said holding the rat tightly against his chest. “Ron, stop it,” Hermione said not in response to what he had said, but more directed towards how he was practically suffocating the rodent. “You are going to make his eyes pop out of his head.” Ron frowned loosening his grip on the rat. “If your cat would just stop wanting turn to Scabbers into dinner, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” Raising an eyebrow, Hermione sat down on the sofa in the common room and Crookshanks rested himself on her lap still eyeing the rodent with a menacing gaze. Crookshanks meowed as if accusing the rat of something and Scabbers wiggled out of Ron’s grip before running across the room with Crookshanks in high pursuit. Hermione pulled her wand from its holster and waved it at the two animals. “Impedimenta!” Crookshanks froze in the air and Scabbers just as he was about to vanish out of sight in a crack in the wall. Ron rushed over and picked up his pet. “I’m telling you, that cat is going to be the death of Scabbers!” Somehow, Hermione doubted that. |
■■ 21. Langlock ■■ 21. Langlock “Ouch!” Hermione squeaked as the brush Ginny was using to comb through Hermione’s hair got caught on an especially puffy portion of her hair. “I told you,” Ginny sighed setting the brush down. “You have no other option but to use this.” Hermione looked at the bottles of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion lined up on the table. She sure hoped that the end result was going to be worth all the effort. Several hours and five bottles of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion later, Hermione had been able to tame her hair enough to style it up into an elegant knot in at the back of her head with a few ringlets hanging down the side. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could hardly believe that the girl who was usually swallowed up by excessive frizzy hair was the same girl looking back at her now. Twirling around in her periwinkle dress, she made her way to the Great Hall where she saw Harry and Ron. Ron gawked at her and looked even more googly-eyed than when he had first seen Fleur. “Good evening,” Hermione smiled. “Hewwow…” Ron said as if his tongue were stuck to the roof of his mouth. |
■■ 32. Petrificus Totalus ■■ 32. Petrificus Totalus Hermione’s hand was once again the first and only hand to shoot up in the air as Professor Snape asked the class about the proper use of hellebore in relation to the Draught of Peace that they would be brewing that lesson. Looking down at her over his pointy nose, Professor Snap ignored her and looked around the classroom. “No one?” he said looking especially at his Slytherin students. “What a pity. I was actually considering giving out house points to the person who could answer this question.” Hermione began shaking her hand around violently. Last time she had spoken out of turn she had cost her house points, not to mention almost had received detention with Professor Snape for the sole reason of being an insufferable know-it-all as he had put it. Professor Snape rolled his eyes and turned to the blackboard to write down a few notes before turning back to the students and seeing Hermione still waving her hand around like some crazed monkey reaching for a banana. Scowling at her, he took out his wand and cast a nonverbal Petrificus Totalus on her which put a stop to her aggravating attention seeking. |
■■ 40. Sonorus ■■ 40. Sonorus Hermione froze in fear gripping Ron’s arm to the point that she was probably cutting off circulation. The words of Voldemort not only fill the heavy air like a suffocating blanket of fear, but they penetrated her flesh and soul. Hermione felt an icy cold chill go down her spine as the Dark Lord continued to spread his malevolence as if he were standing right next to her. Then came the words Hermione had been dreading. “H-H-Ha-Ha-Harry…” she whimpered as her knees came out from under her and she collapsed into a ball on the ground. Ron knelt down next to her and rubbed her back trying to comfort her, but she could feel the tension and furry in his touch. “I’m going to kill them all of them,” he growled as the pain of Harry’s death melted together with the pain of his brother’s death. Sensing his desperation, Hermione grabbed him before he ran off. “Ron! Listen to me!” her voice echoed. “We're the only ones who can end it! Please — Ron — we need the snake, we've got to kill the snake! We will fight! And we will do it for Harry and Fred.” |
■■ 1. Accio ■■ 1. Accio Entering the late Headmaster’s office, Hermione looked around and felt sharp pinch in her chest when she saw the portrait of Professor Dumbledore fast asleep. The other portraits were empty, at the moment, which was very good considering what she had come here to do. Looking around the room, Hermione took notice of the perch where Harry had told her that the Headmaster’s phoenix had always rested. Of the Pensieve where Harry and he had dove into Voldemort’s past looking for hints about how to defeat him. Picking up one of the books on the large wooden desk, she sighed heavily. With the thousands of books in his office, how was she ever going to find books on horcruxes? A thought crossed her mind, but she shook her head at the ridiculousness of the idea. “It couldn’t possibly be that easy,” she mused. Or, had he known that she would come looking for the books in his office and had made it simple on purpose? “Accio horcrux books!” she said waving her wand. As she did, several leather bound books flew off the shelves and into her hands. Hermione shook her head. Dumbledore always was full of surprises. |
■■ 11. Expecto Patronum ■■ 11. Expecto Patronum Time stopped the moment Ron finished his sentence. The basilisk fang she had been holding fell to the ground, but she didn’t hear the noise it made as it hit the cobblestone. She didn’t hear anything right now. Not the sound of explosions. Not the sound of people screaming hexes at one another. Nothing. Everything was silent and there was only her and Ron. Rushing over to him, she threw her arms around him and finally let go of all her hesitation as she pressed her lips against his. She thought she heard the sound of something else hitting the ground, but all concern went away when she felt Ron’s arms wrap around her as he responded to her bold lioness action. She felt the most alive she had ever been in this moment and she had to laugh to herself that it had been this moment, in the heat of battle, that they had finally shared their first kiss . Right now, in this moment, Hermione was sure that she could produce a patronus strong enough to fight off a million dementors. All because Ron said he wanted to save the house elves. |
■■ 27. Muffliato ■■ 27. Muffliato “Hey there Granger,” Cormac said with an obnoxious smirk on his face as he invited himself to sit down next to her. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head slightly, Hermione tried to ignore him as she kept her gaze on her Charms textbook. “So, have you put any more thought into that request of mine?” Once again rolling her at him, she raised her gaze from the book and looked at him with disgust written all over her face. Had he had Muffliato cast on him the first time she had turned him down? She was pretty sure that she had made it very clear when she said she would rather date hairy gnome than go on a date with him. She was about ready to throw her book at him when she saw Ron walk past with Lavender Brown hanging on his arm like a leech. “Actually, I was going to ask you if you would like to attend Professor Slughorn’s Christmas party with me,” she said trying to hold back her gag reflex. She knew she was going to regret this decision. Maybe Cormac would do her a favor and say no? “Sounds fantastic,” he grinned. |
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