Hermione's Web Part ElevenRating: PGVery, very mild suggestivenessDisclaimer: I own none of the characters in the Harry Potter universe; they belong to JK Rowling, and I make no money off of this............Hermione and Draco started pleading simultaneously."But tomorrow is a--""Hogsmeade day!""And we need to go--""It's really important!""Please!""Please!"Snape lifted one eyebrow. "Oh, did you have plans to hold hands at Madam Puddifoot's? You two schemed to get detention together. Now you have it."Snape was about to step into the classroom, wand out, when McGonagall called to him. "We must see Dumbledore. A little conference with Pansy Parkins
Revenge is Spelled 'Polyjuice'Rated PG No Pairings.......Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in the Harry Potter universe; they belong to JK Rowling, and I make no money off of this......Draco Malfoy was sitting on a hallway floor just outside a closet full of unwanted cleaning supplies. Bored half to death, he wiggled his feet to watch the reflections of the lights overhead move around on the surface of his perfectly polished boots. "Hurry up, you two!"Crabbe and Goyle were crammed into the closet, moldy string-mops and bristle-less brooms nudging their ears. Goyle was holding a device that looked like a small porthole against one wall. It showed a tiled
Hermione's Web Part 10Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in the Harry Potter universe; they belong to JK Rowling, and I make no money off of this"What do you think you're doing, Granger?""You're doing it wrong! If you just dump all the spider eggs in at once, your cauldron is going to explode.""I'll have you know that my O.W.L. score in potions was Outstanding.""Stop being such a Malfoy. Look--"Draco gave Hermione a small shove. Hermione pushed back. Draco's cauldron hit the floor, spewing blue goo everywhere. They both turned to look at Snape, who was regarding them with a flat stare. "Five points from Gryffindor.""And none from Slytherin? Tha
Hermione's Web Part NineDisclaimer: I own none of the characters in the Harry Potter universe; they belong to JK Rowling, and I make no money off of this......A note folded in the shape of a lotus:The only fatality was the picnic basket (trampled to bits), so it wasn't officially the Worst Date Ever. G. will be all right. If I was mean, I would say it's only his head, there's nothing in it anyway. A drawing of a stick figure doubled over with laughter.I'm half-way through 'The Fellowship of the Ring'. It's funny to think that most Muggles think wizards are imaginary, isn't it? And that they all look like Dumbledore? I'm not ever going to look like Dumbledo
Hermione's Web Part EightDisclaimer: I own none of the characters in the Harry Potter universe; they belong to JK Rowling, and I make no money off of this......There was no time to think. Hermione could hear Goyle screaming as she hurtled through the trees. Something was after her, making crashing noises as it pursued her. The Forest got darker and denser, the trunks of the trees enormous and covered with moss. She leapt over a fallen oak, and found herself caught. Her whole right side was stuck in a spiderweb that was almost as big as the Gryffindor common room. Her wand was in a pocket on her right side; it might as well have been on the moon for all the good
Hermione's Web Part SevenDisclaimer: I own none of the characters in the Harry Potter universe; they belong to JK Rowling, and I make no money off of this......As usual, no warnings. Flufftastic.................Hermione grabbed at her throat, making choking and gasping noises. Draco stared down at her in alarm, so she gave him a spastic wink. He nodded once and cried out, "Breathe, Granger, breathe!" His put his mouth back on hers and blew. When he pulled away again, Hermione took in a loud, whooping breath."You--you saved my life, Malfoy. Even though I'm just a lowly Muggle-born, you gave me the kiss of life!""I am a prefect! I cannot let a student die