Courage | Hermione Granger Lesbian Story

The Eye of the Snake

While Hermione decided to plough her way back to Hagrid's on Sunday morning, the two boys and I stayed behind on accord of the homework piling up to an alarming height.

We were sat in the almost empty Hufflepuff common room as we thought it'd be less distracting, however almost the whole school was outside skating on the lake, tobagganing down hills, and worst of all, shooting snowballs at the common room windows.

It seems to be a scored game, with the highest scores Hufflepuff and Slytherin as we're underground, so it's difficult to get to us.

"Oi!" Ron shouts, finally loosing patience and standing on a chair to stick his head out of the high windows, only just above the floor outside, "I am a Prefect and if one more snowball hits this window - OUCH!"

Face covered in snow, he sharply withdraws his head.

"It's Fred and George. Gits." He groans, sitting down. I nod, replacing him at the window.

"I'm not a Prefect but I swear to Merlin, Fred and George Weasley, if my Potions essay doesn't get turned in and if I score anything less than an E on my Charms homework, I'm pinning the full blame and you and you will live to regret it."

The two approach the window, kneeling down to see me.

"Sorry Brin, didn't know you were in there." Fred rubs his neck.

"Mhm." I muse, closing the window and sitting back down.

Harry and Ron look at me in surprise.

"How'd ya do that?" The redhead says in disbelief.

"I terrorised them with a niffler for a day in first year, when I barely knew any magic. For five years we've pranked, stolen, etc."

"So?" Harry prompts, I just shrug with a small smile.

"They're terrified of me. Admitted it themselves."

"Are you sure...?" I could feel Ron scanning me as I write, my hair in two braids, a spatter of freckles, smiling, hardly reaching the twin's mid-arm when I stood next to them.

"Positive."

"I'll be using that to my advantage then." Ron grumbles as we continue working.

Hermione enters the common room just before lunch, shivering slightly and robes damp to the knee. I quickly run upstairs to get her dry ones, ones she left here before. She takes them thankfully, going up to change before sitting down, exhausted, at our table.

"How'd it go? Got all his lessons planned for him?" Ron asks, looking up.

"Well I tried." She says dully, sinking further into the chair and leaning on me, "He wasn't even there when I arrived, I was knocking for a good half hour when he came stumping out of the forest."

Harry groans, understandably. The Forbidden Forest is teeming with creatures far more threatening than Umbridge would appreciate.

"Brinley. You... three." Zacharias approaches us from behind me, dropping false niceties as he attempts to greet the trio.

"What's up?" I sigh, turning around to look at him as Ron shoots me an apologetic look.

"Is Quidditch practice still on tonight?"

"Yes. Like it says on the notice board. Like it was when you asked me this morning." I raise an eyebrow.

"Right. Thanks, goodbye." He walks away stiffly, rushing from the common room and looking over his shoulder every five minutes.

"What in Merlin's name is his problem?" I mumble, turning back to my work.

"No idea... should we follow him?" Ron eagerly starts closing his book, but Hermione reaches out and opens it again with a "No Ron! You've got work to do."