the Great Hall, prompt #7 quidditch (1/100)
Title: Hermione hates Quidditch...Temporarily
Author: gyrffindor_lg
Claim: the Great Hall
Characters: Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Harry
Apperances by: Draco, Neville, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan
Prompt: #7 Quidditch
Word Count: 1,826
Rating: PG
Summary: self explanatory
Warnings: Mentions of 'that time of the month'
for potterverse100 prompt # 7 quidditch
Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, the first qudditch match of the season. The whole school was buzzing with excitement when it was discovered the rival houses would battle it out starting the fresh new term. Upon entering the Great Hall, a very irritable and moody Hermione Granger briskly strolled, or rather power-walked, straight through the enormous wooden doors. From the look of her face not even the bravest Gryffindor would dare cross lines with Hermione today. Other than the sulky expression, Hermione did however manage to have at least a joyous, well-put uniform. Hermione did not pay attention to the other students questioning gazes and with her head held up high pasted the other house tables in a hurry. Such hurry actually, she practically knocked over a couple of other students including fellow Gryffindor: Ginny Weasley- whom was taking aback by this.
"Where's the fire? Geez Hermione I nearly tripped over my own sneakers." Hermione stopped, looked to Ginny and quickly apologized, but then continued walking. Ginny sped up to Hermione and started, "In a bad mood I see, what’s up? It’s my dim-witted brother, isn't it? I told him not to tease you about your, um, monthly problem. Also I'm sorry about him finding out from Lavender, shouldn't have mentioned to her that you were a bit ticked off because of that."
Hermione made a sour face, turned to Ginny and replied impatiently as they both walked. "Yes I was a bit bitter about the whole situation, but not provoked by it. Why you had to explain it to Lavender, of all people, is beyond me Ginny. I accept your apology though. I know I have been a bit, to put it nicely, rude but all is well." They continued to walk until they found two vacant seats, near the end, next to Neville Longbottom discussing today's game with Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan. Hermione took the seat farthest from Neville and dropped her book bag on the table which landed with a *thud*. Ginny did the same and took her seat sandwiched between Hermione and Neville.
"So if it isn't Ron or Lavender," Ginny started, as she took a sip of freshly brewed pumpkin juice, "what is it then? Cramps? If so don't worry Hermione, my mum bought me these really good mens-"Hermione, not expecting Ginny to involve her 'womanly dilemma', looked right then left past Ginny to Neville- who apparently didn't hear- stopped Ginny mid sentence. As low as her voice could go without being overheard she said "Ginny! Please, could we not discuss things private like that here. Honestly, I can't have anymore people knowing."
"Sorry Hermione, don't worry it won't happen again" Ginny apologized, feeling guilty about bringing up, yet again, the sensitive subject. Hermione bit into a piece of sausage and as calmly as before reassured Ginny that it was alright. "Its alright Gin, I know you are only trying to help. No worries, k? It’s not Ron or Lavender, and absolutely not my monthly visitor. Its because of tomorrow's holy event, which I don't seem to share as much enthusiasm as every other quidditch groupie here." Hermione knew it came out harsher than she intended, but knew quite well that Ginny would not take offence, as her brother would have. Ginny bit into her buttered toast, chewed then swallowed, and joked "You do realize that I'm apart of this whole 'quidditch worship' seeing as I'm on the team as well as Harry and Ron. Shall I leave you here to sulk like a five year old or do you want a go at it?"
The sixth year sensed the humor in Ginny's sarcastic remark, while savoring the sweet taste of marmalade on toast, and laughed. Hermione's laugh became too infectious for Ginny and she soon joined in the laughter. "What’s so funny?" The two girls looked across the table to find Ron Weasley setting his class books down and situating himself beside Dean Thomas. His unruly hair and thrown together wardrobe gave the impression he had been up past hours the night before, 'typical' thought Hermione, finishing his Transfiguration homework.
"Not that its any of your business, bro," Ginny remarked, apparently still peeved about Ron's taunting towards Hermione the day before, "but we were having a lovely chat about..." Ginny stopped and with a look of assurance to Hermione to not bring up yesterday’s badger finished, ".... girl talk." Ron, who had been watching the two since he first sat down with suspicion looked at the two with disgust. "Girl talk?! Good thing I wasn't here earlier to hear the both of you go on about some pretty boy bloke, or worse...Viktor Krum." he uttered in a very ticked off voice.
As Ron digged into his breakfast, without a consideration that there were other people around eating as well, Hermione returned to her sour mood from earlier. What if I was talking about Viktor, Ronald? Like Ginny said, its not as if it were any of your business." Ron looked up from his scrambled eggs and pork sausage to find a heated glare upon Hermione's face. He returned the glare, naturally. Ginny could sense the tension and feel the anger (she could nearly feel the heat radiating off them both) and decided it best to not get involved.
The silent battle lasted barely thirty seconds as a very cheerful, and clearly ready for the next day's game, Harry Potter took a seat beside Ron. His appearance was the complete opposite of Ron's. Harry's school uniform wasn't exactly what one would call 'perfect', but he did however manage to tuck in his button up shirt and his hair was almost a step up from Ron's. After helping himself to the lovely spread before him, Harry noticed the angry glances of Ron and Hermione and his face fell. Harry rolled his eyes looked to Ginny and asked impatiently, although he already knew, "What now?" Ginny glanced at Harry and was about to reply when Hermione simply stated" Nothing Harry. Just Ron being a git, as always." All was silent between the four until Draco Malfoy chose to make an appearance oddly.
He stood between Hermione and Ginny, his eyes gazing arrogantly over the faces of Harry and Ron. "Scarhead, Weasel, " he taunted, and then his eyes roamed to a certain red-head, "Weaslette." Ginny blushed, Draco saw this and smirked then continued "As much as I would love to stand here and wish you three a 'good luck', which you'll need, I'm not. Just because Harry here is Dumbledore's 'golden child' doesn't mean I share the love. I didn't forget the nice little charade that happened at the end of last term. Not to mention a certain bat bogey hex." Draco noticed Hermione's silence throughout his talking and singled her out. "What the matter with you Granger?" Draco asked, but then his voice changed back to his normal teasing, "Oh I know, didn't take your muggle Midol pill quite yet?" Hermione's face became tomato red of embarrassment, but did not get a chance to speak since Ginny choose to do so. "Sod off Malfoy." she said in annoyance, but her face did not match seeing as her eyes sparked off a gleam of challenge and dare.
Draco raised an eyebrow as Ginny continued, "Seeing as you know what exactly Midol is, are you on *your* period then or do you always just seem to have PMS?" Harry, Ron, Hermione, and a couple of other Gryffindors who had just tuned in snickered at the joke. Ginny smiled in triumph as Draco stood still with a blank expression. He did not appear to be peeved about Ginny's joke, since he again raised an eyebrow and only smirked. As the golden trio and the other Gryffindors turned back to their own conversations, Ginny's attention was still to Draco who's smirked turned into a a smile before departing.
Dean Thomas, next to Ron asked "Hey Harry. All ready for quidditch tomorrow?" Before Harry could answer, Ron interjected "Of course he is, there's no bloody way Harry will let Slytherin win, right mate? I mean come on, honestly, like he would let Malfoy, the ferret, get to the snitch before him. Right Harry?" Harry merely nodded. Ron who had long finished his breakfast before everyone else around him eyed Ginny's untouched sausage. "Hey Gin, you gonna finish that? I'm still a bit famished." Ginny threw her sausage at Ron's head. "Bloody hell?! What’s with you?" Ron said, as he began rubbing off all the sausage oil from his face. From Ginny's face, Ron already knew. "Still mad at me then, huh? Look I said I was sorry already, to both of you,” Ron quickly glanced at Hermione then back to Ginny, "I can understand Hermione being mad but what’s your deal Ginny? Wake up on the wrong side of the bed then, eh? Or perhaps it’s that time of the month like Hermione right?" Hermione didn't know if it was what he said or how he said it. Whatever it was, it made her snap.
Hermione picked up her half full goblet of pumpkin juice and threw the remaining contents in Ron's face. Harry's eyes bugged out from his face and hid a giggle. Dean Thomas who sat beside Ron jumped closer to Seamus, who was not comfortable with this, stopped the advantage of the juice aiming at him also. Neville sat with a look of shock, while Ginny along with others sitting close by at the table merely laughed. "Oiy! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL! Hermione are you mental?!" Ron yelled as he stood up from his seat. Every student, not to mention professor, had his or her undying attention focused on the outburst. Hermione also stood from her seat and as calmly as her voice would, though failing, spoke "Perhaps this should be a lesson to you Ronald. Never acknowledge a female's private problems in front of the whole forsaken school! Harry, Ginny, good luck on tomorrow's game." And with that, Hermione grabbed her book bag and fled towards the Great Hall doors. Ginny took one last nasty gaze at her brother, who was in complete shock over Hermiones behavior, stood from the table and followed her friend.
The whole room was silent. Some were stunned still. Some were also snickering- mostly laughing from the Slytherin table including Malfoy. Then after a couple of minutes Ron recovered from his state of shock and sat back down. He still had juice dripping from his face; a trail from his nose was falling to tabletop. After a minute of silently sitting, Ron typically questioned, "What the bloody hell was that all about?" Harry looked around and noticed that they were no longer, thank god, the center of everyone's attention. He turned to Ron and responded, "Honestly, I don't know, but never mention anything like that again. Come on let's go, I want to go over the game strategy with the other guys before tomorrow."
End.
Prompt Table: the Great Hall
Author: gyrffindor_lg
Claim: the Great Hall
Characters: Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Harry
Apperances by: Draco, Neville, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan
Prompt: #7 Quidditch
Word Count: 1,826
Rating: PG
Summary: self explanatory
Warnings: Mentions of 'that time of the month'
for potterverse100 prompt # 7 quidditch
Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, the first qudditch match of the season. The whole school was buzzing with excitement when it was discovered the rival houses would battle it out starting the fresh new term. Upon entering the Great Hall, a very irritable and moody Hermione Granger briskly strolled, or rather power-walked, straight through the enormous wooden doors. From the look of her face not even the bravest Gryffindor would dare cross lines with Hermione today. Other than the sulky expression, Hermione did however manage to have at least a joyous, well-put uniform. Hermione did not pay attention to the other students questioning gazes and with her head held up high pasted the other house tables in a hurry. Such hurry actually, she practically knocked over a couple of other students including fellow Gryffindor: Ginny Weasley- whom was taking aback by this.
"Where's the fire? Geez Hermione I nearly tripped over my own sneakers." Hermione stopped, looked to Ginny and quickly apologized, but then continued walking. Ginny sped up to Hermione and started, "In a bad mood I see, what’s up? It’s my dim-witted brother, isn't it? I told him not to tease you about your, um, monthly problem. Also I'm sorry about him finding out from Lavender, shouldn't have mentioned to her that you were a bit ticked off because of that."
Hermione made a sour face, turned to Ginny and replied impatiently as they both walked. "Yes I was a bit bitter about the whole situation, but not provoked by it. Why you had to explain it to Lavender, of all people, is beyond me Ginny. I accept your apology though. I know I have been a bit, to put it nicely, rude but all is well." They continued to walk until they found two vacant seats, near the end, next to Neville Longbottom discussing today's game with Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan. Hermione took the seat farthest from Neville and dropped her book bag on the table which landed with a *thud*. Ginny did the same and took her seat sandwiched between Hermione and Neville.
"So if it isn't Ron or Lavender," Ginny started, as she took a sip of freshly brewed pumpkin juice, "what is it then? Cramps? If so don't worry Hermione, my mum bought me these really good mens-"Hermione, not expecting Ginny to involve her 'womanly dilemma', looked right then left past Ginny to Neville- who apparently didn't hear- stopped Ginny mid sentence. As low as her voice could go without being overheard she said "Ginny! Please, could we not discuss things private like that here. Honestly, I can't have anymore people knowing."
"Sorry Hermione, don't worry it won't happen again" Ginny apologized, feeling guilty about bringing up, yet again, the sensitive subject. Hermione bit into a piece of sausage and as calmly as before reassured Ginny that it was alright. "Its alright Gin, I know you are only trying to help. No worries, k? It’s not Ron or Lavender, and absolutely not my monthly visitor. Its because of tomorrow's holy event, which I don't seem to share as much enthusiasm as every other quidditch groupie here." Hermione knew it came out harsher than she intended, but knew quite well that Ginny would not take offence, as her brother would have. Ginny bit into her buttered toast, chewed then swallowed, and joked "You do realize that I'm apart of this whole 'quidditch worship' seeing as I'm on the team as well as Harry and Ron. Shall I leave you here to sulk like a five year old or do you want a go at it?"
The sixth year sensed the humor in Ginny's sarcastic remark, while savoring the sweet taste of marmalade on toast, and laughed. Hermione's laugh became too infectious for Ginny and she soon joined in the laughter. "What’s so funny?" The two girls looked across the table to find Ron Weasley setting his class books down and situating himself beside Dean Thomas. His unruly hair and thrown together wardrobe gave the impression he had been up past hours the night before, 'typical' thought Hermione, finishing his Transfiguration homework.
"Not that its any of your business, bro," Ginny remarked, apparently still peeved about Ron's taunting towards Hermione the day before, "but we were having a lovely chat about..." Ginny stopped and with a look of assurance to Hermione to not bring up yesterday’s badger finished, ".... girl talk." Ron, who had been watching the two since he first sat down with suspicion looked at the two with disgust. "Girl talk?! Good thing I wasn't here earlier to hear the both of you go on about some pretty boy bloke, or worse...Viktor Krum." he uttered in a very ticked off voice.
As Ron digged into his breakfast, without a consideration that there were other people around eating as well, Hermione returned to her sour mood from earlier. What if I was talking about Viktor, Ronald? Like Ginny said, its not as if it were any of your business." Ron looked up from his scrambled eggs and pork sausage to find a heated glare upon Hermione's face. He returned the glare, naturally. Ginny could sense the tension and feel the anger (she could nearly feel the heat radiating off them both) and decided it best to not get involved.
The silent battle lasted barely thirty seconds as a very cheerful, and clearly ready for the next day's game, Harry Potter took a seat beside Ron. His appearance was the complete opposite of Ron's. Harry's school uniform wasn't exactly what one would call 'perfect', but he did however manage to tuck in his button up shirt and his hair was almost a step up from Ron's. After helping himself to the lovely spread before him, Harry noticed the angry glances of Ron and Hermione and his face fell. Harry rolled his eyes looked to Ginny and asked impatiently, although he already knew, "What now?" Ginny glanced at Harry and was about to reply when Hermione simply stated" Nothing Harry. Just Ron being a git, as always." All was silent between the four until Draco Malfoy chose to make an appearance oddly.
He stood between Hermione and Ginny, his eyes gazing arrogantly over the faces of Harry and Ron. "Scarhead, Weasel, " he taunted, and then his eyes roamed to a certain red-head, "Weaslette." Ginny blushed, Draco saw this and smirked then continued "As much as I would love to stand here and wish you three a 'good luck', which you'll need, I'm not. Just because Harry here is Dumbledore's 'golden child' doesn't mean I share the love. I didn't forget the nice little charade that happened at the end of last term. Not to mention a certain bat bogey hex." Draco noticed Hermione's silence throughout his talking and singled her out. "What the matter with you Granger?" Draco asked, but then his voice changed back to his normal teasing, "Oh I know, didn't take your muggle Midol pill quite yet?" Hermione's face became tomato red of embarrassment, but did not get a chance to speak since Ginny choose to do so. "Sod off Malfoy." she said in annoyance, but her face did not match seeing as her eyes sparked off a gleam of challenge and dare.
Draco raised an eyebrow as Ginny continued, "Seeing as you know what exactly Midol is, are you on *your* period then or do you always just seem to have PMS?" Harry, Ron, Hermione, and a couple of other Gryffindors who had just tuned in snickered at the joke. Ginny smiled in triumph as Draco stood still with a blank expression. He did not appear to be peeved about Ginny's joke, since he again raised an eyebrow and only smirked. As the golden trio and the other Gryffindors turned back to their own conversations, Ginny's attention was still to Draco who's smirked turned into a a smile before departing.
Dean Thomas, next to Ron asked "Hey Harry. All ready for quidditch tomorrow?" Before Harry could answer, Ron interjected "Of course he is, there's no bloody way Harry will let Slytherin win, right mate? I mean come on, honestly, like he would let Malfoy, the ferret, get to the snitch before him. Right Harry?" Harry merely nodded. Ron who had long finished his breakfast before everyone else around him eyed Ginny's untouched sausage. "Hey Gin, you gonna finish that? I'm still a bit famished." Ginny threw her sausage at Ron's head. "Bloody hell?! What’s with you?" Ron said, as he began rubbing off all the sausage oil from his face. From Ginny's face, Ron already knew. "Still mad at me then, huh? Look I said I was sorry already, to both of you,” Ron quickly glanced at Hermione then back to Ginny, "I can understand Hermione being mad but what’s your deal Ginny? Wake up on the wrong side of the bed then, eh? Or perhaps it’s that time of the month like Hermione right?" Hermione didn't know if it was what he said or how he said it. Whatever it was, it made her snap.
Hermione picked up her half full goblet of pumpkin juice and threw the remaining contents in Ron's face. Harry's eyes bugged out from his face and hid a giggle. Dean Thomas who sat beside Ron jumped closer to Seamus, who was not comfortable with this, stopped the advantage of the juice aiming at him also. Neville sat with a look of shock, while Ginny along with others sitting close by at the table merely laughed. "Oiy! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL! Hermione are you mental?!" Ron yelled as he stood up from his seat. Every student, not to mention professor, had his or her undying attention focused on the outburst. Hermione also stood from her seat and as calmly as her voice would, though failing, spoke "Perhaps this should be a lesson to you Ronald. Never acknowledge a female's private problems in front of the whole forsaken school! Harry, Ginny, good luck on tomorrow's game." And with that, Hermione grabbed her book bag and fled towards the Great Hall doors. Ginny took one last nasty gaze at her brother, who was in complete shock over Hermiones behavior, stood from the table and followed her friend.
The whole room was silent. Some were stunned still. Some were also snickering- mostly laughing from the Slytherin table including Malfoy. Then after a couple of minutes Ron recovered from his state of shock and sat back down. He still had juice dripping from his face; a trail from his nose was falling to tabletop. After a minute of silently sitting, Ron typically questioned, "What the bloody hell was that all about?" Harry looked around and noticed that they were no longer, thank god, the center of everyone's attention. He turned to Ron and responded, "Honestly, I don't know, but never mention anything like that again. Come on let's go, I want to go over the game strategy with the other guys before tomorrow."
End.
Prompt Table: the Great Hall