𝐀 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (〃˘ᗜ˘〃)♡ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, @Bizarro2006. Had so much fun making it. Hope you'll like it.

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🪻⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Hermione wiped her eyes, which was still very red from crying.

Ron had mocked about her levitation spell and being goodie-two-shoes at charms class. She was crying in the girls' room for hours, feeling utterly defeated.

Maybe Ron was right. Maybe she was just a suck-up who wanted attention, a know-it-all who tried too hard, and no wonder she hadn’t made any friends. She pressed her hands against her face, cheeks burning with shame and frustration, wishing she could disappear.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps; too heavy, too loud, to belong to any student...

She looked up as a massive shadow fell across her face: a troll, glaring and clearly not happy.

It was advancing straight toward her.

Heart hammering, she dove under the sinks just as the troll’s heavy feet thundered closer. Harry and Ron scrambled, throwing whatever they could, but it bounced harmlessly off the troll’s thick hide. Harry lunged for the rising club, dropping onto its slick neck and jamming his wand instinctively into its nose. Ron, eyes wide, raised his wand with sudden clarity and shouted,

"Wingardium Leviosa!!!"

The club quivered, lifted slowly, and hovered before plummeting with a loud THUNK! onto the troll’s head. The creature staggered, crashed to the floor with a deafening impact, sending dust and splinters flying, and finally lay still, chest heaving once, until even that stopped.

Silence hung in the air. And it was Hermione who broke the silence, stepping cautiously toward the creature.

"Is it… dead?"

"I don’t think so. Just knocked out." said Harry.

He pulled his wand free from the troll’s nose, wipes it on the creature’s trousers with a disgusted face.

Suddenly, footsteps thunder down the corridor. The bathroom door bursts open and in sweep Professors McGonagall, Snape, and a pale, trembling Quirrell.

McGonagall’s eyes blazed.

"Explain yourselves! All of you!"