"Petrificus Totalus!" you heard from behind you. Before you even had time to curse, your arms snapped to your sides, and legs together, as if bound by rope. You couldn't open your jaw, either. You looked up, only able to move your eyes, as Hermione's titanic, angry form stomped over to you. She looked down at you, eyes full of hate. "You know what I hate more than Bugs? Pansy Parkinson." Hermione raised her sneaker over your body. "And right now, I'm going to alleviate some stress and pretend that you're both. The rubber sole of her sneaker came down upon your body, and she started to grind her foot. Your bones started breaking, and the dirty, worn sneaker rubbed your skin in ways it really never wanted to be rubbed. You wanted to scream out in pain but couldn't. You became very afraid that you were going to die underneath Hermione's foot.
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