Not Fucking Funny by KarinBerry

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The Great Hall seemed to wake up with the students that day, a lazy Saturday morning where the sunlight peeking through the fog hanging in the air (one would think it was actually there if they didn't know about the magicked ceiling) seemed to match intensity with the gradual trickle of groggy students through its grand doorway.  

As with every Saturday morning at Hogwarts, Headmaster Dumbledore sat through the entire meal, greeting staff as they came and went, and seemingly never losing his appetite.  Ron and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table, Hermione studying for end of term exams, Ron talking Quidditch with Seamus, both only paying half attention to their activities.  Where is Harry? they both wondered to themselves.

Madame Pomfry carefully made her way along the staff table to the empty seat to the left of Dumbledore.  She sat, looking a little on the nervous side, and began to fill her plate.  As she spread honey on her crumpet, she leaned to Dumbledore and addressed him with as much of a level voice as she could muster.  "Headmaster, sir, we have a problem."

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Hermione's attention went to the front of the Great Hall when Dumbledore rose from his seat to call the attention of the students to him.  He clapped twice, loudly, and the crowd hushed.  

"I'm afraid," he began, then paused to allow one rather dense first year to get the point. "I'm afraid there has been a slight change in plans for today's Quidditch match, Gryffindor versus Slytherin."  A din settled in the room, a mass of whispered conspiracy theories among the students.  

Hermione looked to the Slytherin table and noticed several students looking satisfied with themselves.  One of them, a seventh year, caught her looking and glared back before tearing his upper lip back in a vicious sneer and laughing, as if he knew something she didn't that she would shortly wish he had known all along.  

"It seems," he continued in the same tone, not needing to raise his voice to silence the chattering. "that our young Mr. Potter, who I'm sure you all know is Gryffindor Seeker, has suffered a minor injury.  However minor it may be, he is unable to play Quidditch at this time.  The game has been moved to next weekend.  As a result, Hogsmeade visits which were to take place next week, shall occur today and tomorrow.  That is all."

Ron and Hermione looked to one another with panicked expressions.  Without a word between them, they both shoved away from the table and took off running for the hospital wing.

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