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Chapter 1 : Back To School.
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This is my first attempt at a Harry Potter story, okay? So if the whole plot of the story doesn't make you want to jump on the back of a Hippogriff (preferrably Buckbeak) and ride off into the sunset, then i'm sorry. I try.
^That was meant to be a joke. Not sure if it worked or not, hopefully it did.
If you haven't already noticed, i'm terribly sarcastic. I'm sorry. :(
I hope you all get used to my weird sense of humour. I'm probably annoying, but I'll try and keep the sarcasticness to a minimum. :)
Aaaaand, i'm keeping you from reading the actual story. Sorry, these little notes at the beginning of the chapters won't be this long on the future. :)
Bye now! :)
Love, 0bliviate. xx
A/N: As much as I would like to, I don't own anything from the wonderful world of Harry Potter. I do, however, own the plot of this story. It hardly compares to good old J.K though.
A girl’s voice rang out amongst the sea of other students’ cries in the main corridor of Hogwarts.
“GINNY!” Hermione yelled and rushed over to the fiery-haired girl. “I’ve missed you so much!”
“And i’ve missed you! Wow, you look so different! I love it!” She gushed, giving her a bone-crushing hug.
Hermione did look different. Over the summer holidays she had gone to France to visit her muggle cousins, and they had persuaded her to change her normally bushy, mouse-brown hair, into deep chocolate waves with subtle honey-coloured highlights to compliment her eyes. Her cousins had also made her get up and go for a 2 kilometre run every morning, so her figure was more toned and she had a healthy tan instead of her normally pale skin.
“Thanks, Gin! You look great too!” She said cheerfully.
“Yes, yes, we all look bloody gorgeous. Now get out of the way, i’m starving!” Ron appeared with Harry, pushing past the two girls to get to the Great Hall, each boy giving Hermione a quick hug on the way.
“Alright, let’s get going. I’m bloody starving too!” Ginny exclaimed, before grabbing Hermione’s arm and dragging her off into the Great Hall.
“Alright, First Years get settled in your house tables, I have a few announcements to make.” Professor McGonagall said in a cheerful voice as all the new First Years nervously sat down at the four house tables.
“First off, Mr. Filch would like to remind you all, again, that the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to all students. Secondly, I advise everyone to keep away from Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom at present, because for one, it is flooded as usual, and two, I do not wish for any of you to have to listen to her constant wailing about death.” There was a slight murmur of giggles at this announcement.
“And lastly, I am pleased to announce that the Head Boy and Girl of this year will be Hermione Granger from Griffyndor, and Draco Malfoy from Slytherin.”
Hermione’s mouth dropped open.
“WHAT!? Malfoy can’t possibly have been chosen to be Head Boy! How did this happen? Hermione hissed, but only loud enough so Ginny could hear.
“Well, first off, congratulations to you!” Ginny whispered with a smile, “And second, poor you! You’re going to have to share a dorm with him, you know! And you have to do patrolling with him, and-”
“Yes, yes, you can stop now! Ugh, how will I survive?” Hermione replied, scowling.
“Sorry! I’m sure it won’t be that bad!” Ginny replied sympathetically, before turning back to Professor McGonagall.
“Let the feast begin!” She cried, and mountains of delicious food piled up on the tables.
Hermione, being ravenous, filled her plate with everything within reach. As she was eating, she snuck a look at Malfoy. He was laughing at something Blaise Zabini had said, a wide grin spread across his face. Ugh, why is he so handsome? She thought. WAIT. No. I can’t think like that. He’s the enemy.
As she was mentally arguing with herself, she caught Malfoy staring at her, his silvery eyes boring into her warm brown ones. She looked at him with confusion, but his expressionless face changed into a scowl as he returned his attention to Blaise. Hermione sighed, and struck up a conversation with Ron, Harry and Ginny. She forgot about Malfoy and had a good time with her friends, and was completely stuffed by the time the dishes on the table disappeared.
“Alright, now everyone off to bed, except for Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy, I would like to see you both, please.” The Headmistress said, as everyone got up from the tables. “I’ll see you tomorrow, guys.” Hermione said, as she hugged her three friends and walked up towards the front of the Great Hall.
She walked up to Professor McGonagall, who greeted her with a kind smile. She went and stood next to Malfoy, who only smirked at her and looked away.
“Right, you two have some different rules and privileges to the other students. You can go into Hogsmeade any time you like, and you get an extra free period on Mondays and Fridays. You can give and take House Points, as well as give detentions. You are in charge of the patrolling duties for yourselves and the prefects, but I will help if needed. Any questions?” the Headmistress asked.
They both shook their heads and Professor McGonagall continued.
“Alright then, follow me and I will show you to your dorm.” And she walked briskly to the right and through a door at the back of the room.
Hermione and Malfoy followed her through the door and to the left, and up a staircase until they came to a landing.
In the very middle of the landing was a large portrait of a pretty young woman in a flowing white dress, sitting under a tree.
The Headmistress walked up to the portrait and said ‘bowtruckle’ and the painting swung open. She walked inside, and the two Heads followed.
Hermione stepped in, and found herself in the most beautiful common room she had ever seen. The room was about three times bigger than the Gryffindor common room. The six large walls were painted red, green, silver and gold, and there was a large fireplace on one side of the room. The two walls on either side of it had large, floor length windows, giving them a perfect view of the Black Lake. Comfy looking couches and chairs surrounded the fireplace, which was emitting a cozy glow around the room. There were bookshelves crammed with all kinds of books, and in one corner there was even a Grand piano. Straight ahead of the door was a staircase, which Hermione assumed would lead to hers and Malfoy’s bedrooms. This dorm was better than she could have ever imagined. She looked over at Malfoy and saw that even he was looking impressed.
Suddenly, their attention was drawn to a small house elf wearing a skirt, jumper and matching scarf who had just apparated beside Professor McGonagall.
“This is Dotty, she is your personal house elf. If you need anything, just call for her and she’ll get it for you.” She explained, as Dotty waved shyly at Hermione, who waved back with a kind smile.
“Your bedrooms are up that staircase, Miss Granger’s is the door on the right, and Mr. Malfoy’s is the left.” The Professor said.
“Thankyou, Professor.” Hermione said.
“That’s quite alright dear. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to bed. Have a good night.” She replied, and walked briskly out the door and shut it behind her.
“If you are not needing anything before you go to bed, Dotty will leave you in peace.” Dotty said timidly in a squeaky voice.
“I think we’re fine, Dotty. You go on ahead and go to bed.” Hermione told her kindly, and with that Dotty disapparated.
It took a moment for Hermione to realise that she was alone with Malfoy.
“Well, uh.. I think i’m going to go up to my room now.” she said, uncertain of what to do in the awkward situation.
“What, and leave me all alone down here?” Malfoy said, his signature smirk on his handsome fa-wait. What? Why do I keep doing this? Ugh, this is so confusing. She thought.
“Really? We haven’t even been here five minutes, and you’re already acting like a prick.” She replied, trying to scowl at him, despite feeling terribly confused.
“Whoa, calm down there Granger. Only trying to be funny.” He replied smoothly, not reacting to her previous insult, and smirking again at her attempt to scowl at him.
“Well, whatever, i’ll see you in the morning I suppose. Goodnight.” She replied, and walked up the stairs.
“Night, Granger.” He replied, smirking again and sitting down on one of the chairs near the fire.
Hermione took a moment to think properly about what had just happened.
What in the name of Merlin just happened? She thought, confused. I expected him to insult me or something. But no, he just smirked. Hmm, interesting. Well, I’ll not let it bother me, not when I have a whole room of my own to explore. She walked up to the right-hand door, which had a red H painted on it, and stepped inside.
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