Mischief Unmanaged ➰ H.P

II. Her Revenge Part 1

Hermione didn't slept that night, she spent the night in the abandoned girls bathroom in the third floor, she had easily get rid of Moaning Myrtle by just telling her about Zacharias Smith taking a bath in the prefects bathroom.

With the book of Moste Potente Potions in her left hand, Hermione put all the ingredients in the cauldron and began stirring it. Her eyelids nearly close on their own, feeling so much exhausted, but Hermione was eager to get her revenge.

If those Slytherin arseholes think that she's been crying all night and would probably not going out of her room for weeks, then they're definitely wrong.

"Argh, how could I possibly forgot how to brew this potion?", sweats were trailing down to her face but she doesn't even think about giving up.

Before the sun rises, Hermione finally clambered back Gryffindor tower and entered inside their common room.

"Blimey Hermione, where have you been?" Ron who was woken by the squeak of the portrait door worriedly helped her towards the couch.

"Setting up my revenge," she said sternly almost to herself, her jaws clamped together and fist were clenched tightly.

"What? Bloody hell Hermione, I told you not to mind them didn't I? You're just creating a bigger trouble," Ron said before running a fingers through his hair.

Hermione turned to look at him with burning rage in her eyes.

"If you think that I will just let them bully me just like what they did to you and Neville then you're absolutely wrong Ronald Weasley!" her nose and ears seemed to blew an invisible steam in so much anger.

"Look, I know where you're coming. I've been there," Ron held her hands and rested them on her lap. "But aiming for revenge isn't a good idea. I tried it before, trust me. You know what I got right? I almost got expulsion."

"Because you pushed them in the lake from the bridge with everyone watching! Ron, you know I can do better than that, I will teach them a lesson so they wouldn't do the same thing to those students like us. I'm doing this so there will be no single kid, first year or even seventh year that will fear those pricks!" Hermione snatched her hands from him and stormed towards the girls dormitory.

Ron was left, shaking his head in disapproval. Hermione was just putting herself in trouble, but if she still insists her side because that's who she is, whatever she think is right, she will do it and fight for it. Then maybe he will be left no choice but to keep a distance from her starting that day. Molly had warned him that this will be his last chance in the school, and if he crossed the line again, they will bring him straight to Romania with Charlie.

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On the other side, Draco, Harry and Blaise were in their locker room to change in their Quidditch uniform. Harry who's the seeker, was also their team captain while Draco, who's one of the chaser stands second in command. Blaise was a beater, while Theo hadn't have any interest in playing Quidditch ever since before.

He's just fine being the commentator though.

"I can't see Hermy-dorky anywhere," Harry said as they made their way to the entrance of the field. It's been two weeks since they humiliated the brunette witch in the opening feast and they haven't seen her ever since. They thought that she's obviously not going out in so much shame unless for her class.

"I told you, she's a boring target," Draco sighed. A loud cheers erupts at every side of the field from their admirers. Huge banners of their faces can be seen everywhere. Even in the Hufflepuff stand which were their opponent for that day, posters of their faces were being upheld.