Author's Note: So, I'm back with some more Potter stuff. Nothing really special, just getting stuff out there.
This peice is about Guilderoy Lockhart and Hermione. NOT A SHIPPER. She was only twelve years old! She just needed a moment or two to fangirl. :-P
The Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom was flooded with young bodies, mostly girls. Hermione Granger adjusted her collar and scanned the crowd for an open seat. Most of them were standing impatiently about, anyway. The glass in the windows revealed the thought of night, but the room was filled with light from overhead.
Suddenly, the door at the top of the stairs flew open to reveal a flamboyantly dressed Guilderoy Lockhart. Girls quickly hid their hand mirrors as their little hearts skipped little beats.
"Welcome, students," beamed the professor, "to Dark Arts Detention. Please take a seat, and I will give you an assignment!"
As he sauntered about the room, he noticed something amiss. "I haven't been so cruel to give this many detentions! If you're not supposed to be here, get out."
Half the room emptied begrudgingly. There were several girls, along with Hermione and poor Neville Longbottom. Lockhart looked at the shuddering boy, puzzled, and asked, "What did you do to earn punishment?"
"N-n-nothing, sir," Neville stammered, "I was j-j-just…"
"Nothing, well, my boy, you may go!" the professor awarded him with a shining white smile.
Hermione had never seen Neville dart out a room any faster.
"Now the rest of you," Lockhart went on, "will clean the room spotless, learn to sign and sign some autographs for me, and you…" here he looked directly at Hermione, causing her to jump "…you, my dear, will entertain us with a reading of one of my perilous quests to conquer the hidoues creatures of…"
In a moment of happiness, all faded away but the beautiful lips of the Dark Arts teacher and the thought of Hermione's beautiful lie.