Chapter 6: Feminine Dominance

Chapter 6: Feminine Dominance

I returned to my dormitory and sat on my bed, an amazed smile behind my hand.

“What have I done?” I wondered aloud. “What in fuck’s name have I—”

“Hermione!”

I turned around to see Lavender Brown walking towards me. She sat cross-legged on the bed to face me. I looked at her with a furrowed brow—who was she to sit on my bed so informally?

“So,” she began in an undeniable ‘let’s have girl-talk’ voice, “you’re friends with Ron, right?”

“Weasley?” I said, attempting to stave off the topic for as long as possible. I knew of her infatuation with my brother-like friend. Unfortunately, she shoved out a forced laugh that bit into my eardrums. I winced every time she snorted with newly-conjured mirth.

“You’re so funny, Hermione.” She placed a hand on my knee, and her sweaty palm on my bare skin made me more than uncomfortable. “Listen, I know you’re friends with Ron, and, well”—she lowered her voice and leaned in so that her ‘Flaming Hottie Cinnamon’ scented breath fell over my face in waves—“I fancy Ron.”

“Oh, really,” I said, trying to make my lack of interest apparent as I breathed shallow breaths out the side of my mouth in order to avoid her stench.

“I know, right?” she exclaimed. “Like, nobody knows, okay?”

I pondered why that was phrased as a question before asking, “Do you want me to put in a good word or something?”

“Oh, my god, would you?” She sat up on her knees, and in a single glance, I got more than my fair share of her cupcake-patterned knickers.

“Oh, sure, I’ll work it in somehow.” I groaned, massaging my temples as though attempting to rip the memory of those cupcakes straight out of my head.

“Oh splendid!” she said brightly. “You’re such a dear, Hermione.”

I let out an uncomfortable, half-hearted giggle as Lavender pecked me on the cheek before she swished out of the room. I awkwardly acknowledged that she had far too much sex-drive to be healthy. I carefully pulled up my grey knee-socks and straightened my skirt. The clasp was still broken from where the drunken Severus had been too eager. I took the skirt off to leave it for the house-elves, though it killed me to do so. I then gathered my things, pulled on a spare skirt from prior years that was a bit too small, and headed down to Charms.

As I hurried to class, a voice called out my surname. “Granger!” I turned around to see Malfoy smirking at me. “Nice skirt, Granger.” Crabbe and Goyle laughed stupidly, and I scowled.

“Shove off, Malfoy,” I said. I knew I was going to be late for class.

“Oi, Granger, how much do you charge?”

I was indignant at this and turned around with a right mind to curse him. To this, he stage-whispered to Goyle, “Filthy Mudblood isn’t worth a silver Sickle. I’ll tell you that much.”

I was livid. Just as a curse was halfway out of my mouth, Professor Snape came whirling around a corridor and caught sight of the situation. Great, I thought. This will be sufficiently awkward.

“Malfoy,” he sneered without a glance at me, “where should you be right now?”

“Transfiguration.” He smirked defiantly as though Snape had no right to be asking him the question at all.

“Then I suggest you get there before I am forced to dock points.” He paused and looked at his watch. “Three, two, ah.” He turned to look at me once they had left as though he had just noticed me.

“Miss Granger,” he said cordially, “what class should you be in right now?”

“Charms, sir,” I said, stressing the 'sir', relishing the look of dismay on his face at the term.

“Oh, well, you best be along,” he said before leaning in to whisper. “I need your help tonight.”

Before I had a chance to reply, he was off like a shot. His robes billowed behind him, and it gave me a bout of laughs on the way to Charms to think of the implausibility of my relationship with the overgrown bat. I took my seat between Ron and Harry and noticed Ron blatantly ogling my short skirt.

“What are you so happy about?” Harry asked me, causing Ron’s gaze to snap up to my face momentarily.

“Oh, nothing,” I said. “I just think today’s class will be interesting.”

Each time I pulled down my skirt throughout the period, a sigh erupted from Ron. I, however, was not the only one to notice that Ron was staring at me; Lavender Brown seemed quite aware of the fact, and she was fuming like her cinnamon flavored breath. It gave me great pleasure to observe my dominance over the situation, and I internally thanked Severus for fueling my revenge against the bitch who shared a bedroom with me.

Author's Note: Thanks to the wonderful Soul Bound, chapters seven and eight are ready to post! You should have those soon!

Darque Hart pointed out that Malfoy should not be going to Potions in this chapter, which makes sense. (I have changed it now) *headdesk* It was also kindly pointed out that Snape would know where he was due, being his Head of House. I knew that, I just thought it would be more Snape-like to elict an answer from the boy. :D Thanks Darque Hart!

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