WHO: Hannah Abbott and Vincent Crabbe WHEN: September 14th, 1997, just before dinner. WHERE: Near the Great Hall SUMMARY: Crabbe and Hannah have a mini-duel. RATING: R STATUS: Complete
Hannah had a lot on her mind as she headed to the Great Hall. But she was trying not to think about any of that. All she wanted to think about was the meal that she was about to eat. She wanted to think about sitting next to Susan and Ernie at dinner and relaxing a little. Then she'd go upstairs and make a good dozen glittery bookmarks for Neville. Life would be as normal as it possibly could. Maybe she'd even pen a letter to Eve. And one to Otto. Another to her father… She owed it to all of them to write to them.
She pushed blond curls out of her hair as she turned the next corner in the corridor. Right into a particularly fleshy someone
There was nothing worse for Vince than counting down those agonizing moments until dinner. Sure, he’d had a snack earlier, but pummeling Stephen had taken a lot out of him. Now he was hungry again and feeling particularly cranky. He was making a beeline for the Great Hall with single-minded focus he reserves for only two things (beating people up and getting food) when suddenly he felt someone come crashing into him.
Vince didn’t miss a beat. He didn’t even look to see who it was. Instinctively he let out an “Oi.” His grubby hands found Hannah’s shoulders and he forcefully removed her from his side. “Watch where the fuck you’re going...” He looked at her for the first time and Vince looked somewhat surprised, but his face twisted into a snarl. “Abbott,” he finished with a lecherous tone. With that, he used all his might to push Hannah back as he let her go. She’d been a particular thorn in his side lately, and the hunger coupled with seeing her face set him off.
Hannah was not pleased to be faced with Crabbe. She had been feeling mighty irritable of late, and had enjoyed taking it out on Malfoy and Crabbe. She didn't like the way they picked on people and even though she would have turned and ran away years ago, now she had more gumption and backbone, and wasn't really willing to let people boss her around.
She skidded backwards with a cry, managing to stop herself before she fell backwards. "You watch where you're going," she shot back after his push sent her almost against the wall.
There weren’t too many people who stood up to Vince, and especially not Vince and Greg combined. Potter and Weasley, sure, and Longbottom now that he’d shed some pounds and thought he was hot shit, but Vince certainly didn’t expect Hannah Abbott to snipe back at him. He took a quick look around - his eyes lingering a bit toward the Great Hall where great smells were floating their way - before he acted. “What did you say to me?” Vince pressed his meaty forearm against Hannah’s chest, attempting to pin her back against the wall. He hoped she was scared. Vince didn’t put his full body weight into his arm, but he certainly didn’t intend to let her up easily. Maybe she just needed to be shook up some and she’d stop being such a bitch to him. His eyes shifted from her face to the empty corridor. Good. They were alone. His face turned up into a snarl and he glared in her eyes. “You’re such a fucking bitch.”
She let out a gasp as he pushed her back. Hannah tried not to look scared, even though she really was, and she tried to hold her head high as he shoved her against the wall. She struggled to get out of his grip, but he was so much stronger than she was and Hannah was having a difficult time even wiggling to loosen up the space between his arm and her chest.
"I am not," she protested. Her eyebrows were high as she struggled to look as though she had some measure of confidence, and her fingers were sweaty against her--WAND.
She waved it against Crabbie's side as she cast a stinging hex against him.
He had taken her movements as struggling against him. Vince had underestimated Hannah, and she landed the jinx on his hip. He let out a roar of pain and gave her one good shove before he removed his arms to nurse his wound. “The fuck did you do to me?” he growled. He was rubbing the spot, a small tear coming to his eye from the pain. For all the hurt Vince doled out, he could never take it. But the pain just enraged him more, and after a moment he went to lunge for her. But he was too slow.
As soon as he let his weight off of her, Hannah slipped away. She didn't turn tail and run, though, she stood her ground a few paces away from him. "Ever heard of a hex, Crabbe?" she said. "Because that's what it was. Maybe you should pay attention more in class since you think you're such a genius. It's an easy one, too. Simple as anything."
"Locomotor Wibbly she said, casting the jelly-legs curse at Crabbe.
Vince was furious, and his face turned a wine red, his breathing belabored. His whole body tensed with absolute impotent rage. “Fuck you,” he yelled. He raised his own wand to stop Hannah from getting away, but she hit him with another curse before he could relax. Instantly his nearly 300 pounds of weight crashed to the castle’s stone floor and he gave a big “ugh” in pain. Despite his otherwise piss poor performance in class usually, Vince had actually great capacity for learning jinxes and hexes. He’d been studying them on the regular, at the insistence of his father, and had become quite proficient, though no one would ever believe it.
He found his wand, determined not to let Hannah walk away from this. He pointed it at her and bellowed “Petrificus totalus!”
She let out a squeak before she fell hard to the ground. She HATED this spell, having had to endure it when she had been arrested. She would have fought him more if she could have gotten up, but she was left paralyzed physically and with fear at what he might do to her now that she was immobile.
Luckily for Vincent, he’d been studying counter curses as well. Ever since Potter had hit him with that bloody jelly-legs jinx, he’d been practicing it and its counter. No way that wanker was catching Vince unprepared again. So, he pulled out his wand and pointed it at his legs, casting the counter-curse. After a moment, his legs stopped shaking and he was able to stand again. He gave a groan as he got up (wasn’t easy lifting all of that weight), but lumbered up onto his feet after a few moments. He brushed off his pants and looked where Hannah was laying motionless. Vince gave a nasty grin.
With thudding steps, he moved so he was standing directly above him. He looked down at her, his ego inflating as she laid there helplessly. He’d sure shown her. Vince bent over so he was closer to her face (though not too close, he had a gut to contend with). “You fucking watch where you’re going next time,” he said, spitting his words. Vince straightened up with renewed purpose - dinner. But for good measure, he pulled his leg back and gave Hannah a swift kick to her side, as if to punctuate his point. He hoped he broke her ribs. With that, he stepped over the girl and lumbered off in search of food.