Chapter 17.6- Doom Days
Added 2025-01-15 19:40:18 +0000 UTC“Oui, Oui, A thousand times Oui” The Veela said as she jumped from the chair to enclose Hermione’s best friend in our arms. Hermione silently wondered if she knew who she was quoting. Did they have Jane Austen in the wizarding woirld? She doubted it. Especially because the woman’s work was post statute of secrecy. On the other hand, she could very well have been a witch. Shakespeare and Dostoyevski had been wizards after all. She silently noted it down for further research, while silently bemoaning (and rejoicing) that her list never seemed to get shorter. Tick one off and two take its place, she silently concluded. Like a Hydra. Hail Hydra, she thought, almost laughing to herself at the reference that none but her in the hall would recognise. Who would think that Hermione Granger would read American Muggle comic books of all things? But reading was reading, and whenever her parents got on her case to read something fun, comics were a fair recourse.
Harry, possessed of strength that she struggled to fathom, somehow managed to lift the taller witch into his arms and twirl her in the air. “I can’t believe he got her to say yes. Gets everything, he does. Fucking Harry Potter” She heard the muttered words, Ronald Weasley did not have many talents and whispering discreetly was not one of the few he had. She ignored him just like most of the House had begun to. She’d just managed to get into Harry’s good books again, and no matter what he said she knew her best friend better than he knew himself, and getting in the middle of this particular tiff would not end well for her.
When he finally set the Veela down, she placed a kiss upon his cheeks and stepped back. He did the same, stepped back that is, and nodded at her before twirling and making his way out of the great hall. She could just barely bury a chuckle as his robes billowed in the air behind him as he walked away. Turning to the Potion’s Master, she could see the man looked like he’d just swallowed an onion.
“A hundred points from Gryffindor for disturbing dinner” The surly potion’s professor shouted after her friend.
“Professor Snape” That was her indignant Head of House.
