Her Trigger
Hermione POV
Common room
Hermione enters the common room to find a crowd of people. Some of them turn to look at her, and she instantly understands that this has something to do with her. She makes her way to the front of the crowd and sees her boyfriend of one year's snogging Lavender Brown, his shirt half open, and his hands under her skirt.
She looks around to confirm what she's seeing, and then realizes that the people around her are expecting her to cry. But she has a surprise for them. As she observes the scene, she wonders how he could do this to her and why he did it. She wonders what part of his brain drove him to this stupidity “If you're going to cheat, find someone prettier than that thing,” she thinks to herself as she stands there with her hands on her hips, pondering what drove him to this madness. As the people around her stare at her, she looks to her left and right and realizes they are waiting for her to respond.
Most of them are recorded. “What?” she yells. That's when Ron and Lavender stop kissing and look at her. “Hermione, I didn't expect you to be back so early,” Ron says, shocked. “Snape, let us go early and lavender. You're still on his lap, and your shirt is still open,” Hermione said. Lavender rushes out of Ron's lap as he gets up.
“Hermione, I'm sorry,” Ron says. “Bullshit,” she said, walking past him. He grabbed her hands, and she dragged her hand back, took out her phone, and started texting someone. “Where are you going?” she responds angrily, not looking up. “Don't be like that,” Ron said, annoyed. “Like what?” she snaps.
“Like a little bitch,” he yells. Hermione looks up from her phone with pure rage. “Ok, listen up, you little shit. I'm not going to stand here and argue with you because I know my standard. Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean I have to tolerate you, you bumbling fool,” Hermione snaps.
Ron sits back down. “Maybe if you let your knickers drop for a second, I would not have to do this. Why can't you act like Lavender?” he said nonchalantly. She rolls her eyes as Lavender giggles. “So basically, you want a walking porn star,” Hermione said, more at Lavender than at Ron. “You little bitch!” Lavender yells as she jumps up “Que ahora Isa perra quiere irse” Hermione thought, “Lavender, take your fake personality and go somewhere else, possibly spread your legs for one of your sugar daddies, and fuck off” Hermione said calmly.
The people around her gasped, never expecting such words from Hermione. “Excuse me,” Lavender shrieked. “You heard me, perhaps they can buy you some real red bottoms and not painted ones, or perhaps some self-respect” Hermione continued, “or some real gold jewelry, you know, for a rich girl.
You can't tell the difference between real and fake,” she finished. Pavati came forward, grabbed Lavender's arm, and whispered in her ear, “Stop before she says anything else.” Pavati took Lavender upstairs, and while she was walking, she looked at Hermione with a certain expression.
Hermione stuck up a middle finger and turned back to Ron. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he barked. At this point, people around them were waiting for her to unleash her anger on him. “Get this through your thick skull, never come near me ever again, you pathetic bastard. I swear your mother made the biggest mistake of her life birthing you” Hermione said at this point seeing red but at this point kept a calm face the people stood there, jaws dropped.
At that point, Harry arrived and was utterly confused. Ron got up and slapped her across the face. She touched her cheek, kicked him in the balls, and grabbed him by his face. “You ever touch me again, I will make sure you never have kids” i yell.
“By the way, you might think you're all that, but you've met your match,” she let him go and started walking up the stairs. When she heard him yell, “You filthy little mud blood,” the people, including Harry, looked at him in shock.
She froze for a second, she hadn't heard those words in years. She snapped her head around and started walking down the stairs and said, “What did you just say?” “You heard me, no one will love you because you're an insufferable little know-it-all. Without me and Harry, you would be nothing,” he spat.
She chuckled, "I don't need you and Harry. He is welcome to pick sides, but” she paused and turned to her left and looked at Harry. “I mean this with no offense,” she says and turns back to Ron. “Unlike you, I don't need to follow Harry around like I'm his tail,” she finishes. Ron pushes her against a wall.
She looks at him with a small smile and kicks him in his knee, then walks over to the fire, rolls up her sleeves, grabs a fire poker, and starts smashing all his belongings in the common room until Neville and Harry grab her. “You crazy bitch,” Ron yells. “Like your mother,” she yells back.
At this point, McGonagall was in the room and proceeded to drag both of them to the headmaster's office. The students in the common room begin to spread the videos, and the students in the hallway look and whisper. She just rolls her eyes. In the process, her eyes catch familiar gray ones, and Ron snarls at the audience. They reach the office, McGonagall says the password, and they enter Dumbledore's office. At this time, the headmaster was talking in a meeting with Snape and two Slytherin's, whom she knew to be Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott. She knew she was in for a long rest of the day. She mentally cursed herself, “ahí va, Dios sabe cuántas horas de mi vida,” before turning to her headmaster and the people in the room, looking confused as hell.