First chapter of a little plot bunny that's been rolling around in my head.


(Hermione POV)

Spells were flying left and right.

How I managed to get myself mixed up in another one of their fights, I'll never know. They were so… so… immature. Barbaric. Kindergarten name calling, then someone gets hurt.

I barely blocked a Jelly-Legs Jinx and quickly shot back a simple Expelliamus.

Me, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Seamus, Dean, Neville V. Malfoy, Parkinson, Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Greengrass.

Ya know, the usual.

Zabini and Ron had long lost their wands, fists flying. Crabbe and Goyle were taking on Seamus and Dean, Neville and Ginny had Nott, Parkinson was advancing on me, Greengrass was cowering behind a statue somewhere, throwing out a random spell without even looking to see where she cast it, and Harry and Malfoy were locked tight in battle.

Once again, the usual.

However, not the usual, the Slytherins seemed to be beating us. Ginny no longer had control of her legs. Ron had shed a lot of blood. Seamus had already lost his eyebrows long ago, a large section of his hair now missing, and not a single explosion had affected Crabbe or Goyle.

Suddenly, Malfoy was taken off his feet and hit the wall behind him hard, causing his goons to hesitate. Exactly what I needed.

My Protego was strong enough to knock them all back

"Enough!" I exclaimed. "We're acting like first years!"

And, of course, ever the leader of the juveniles, Malfoy rose to his feet, obviously pissed, before shooting another curse my way.

Greengrass, who obviously didn't get the message that the fight was over, sent out her own spell once again.

The two collided.

The next three seconds were in slow motion.

I saw the spell grow and split. I saw one end hit Malfoy, sending him flying back. Once he hit the ground, he didn't move.

But I didn't see the other end fly towards me.

Until it had already hit me.

The pain of hitting the ground didn't compare to the pain I felt ripping through my body.

It took me a second to realize that the scream filling the air was coming from me.

I had suffered through the war and had had the Crutiatus curse used on me more times than I could count. But that pain didn't compare to this.

I could hear another scream mixing with mine and I realized it was Malfoy.

The sound became muffled.

The room swam.

Then everything went black.