Chapter 1- Hermione's First Mistake
"Wow, that's the third time this year that I'm scheduled to die," Harry Potter said as he, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley walked out of Double Divination. "I wonder how I'll die this time."
"Probably death by can opener or something," Ron mused. Hermione liked Professor Trewlaney the least of the three.
"She just speaks rubbish. Harry, how many times has she been right? Maybe once or twice, but only out of dumb luck," she said. "What do we have next?"
"Potions, with the Slytherins, but not for another hour or so," Harry said. "Hey, are you guys going to the Snowball next week? Ron, I think you should ask Mackenzie to the dance," he said, and Ron's face turned even redder than his hair.
"Mackenzie Warrington? You like Mack?" Hermione was laughing. Mackenzie was Hermoine's good friend, and a fellow Gryffindor. Mack had been asking about Ron for a week now, and she suspected that she had a crush on him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. I really think you should ask her. You never know, she may say yes," she said, winking.
"What? Never mind. So Hermione, are you going? I heard you telling Mackenzie that you fancied Adam Wilhelm," Ron said, obviously changing the subject.
'Yeah, me and the rest of the female population.' She thought to herself. Adam was the Hogwarts heartthrob, and the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. "Maybe I do. But you guys know that I don't like dances. Too much hassle," she said. They continued to walk in silence, until they got to the Gryffindor common room. Harry said the password and they stepped inside.
"See you in Potions," Harry said, and he and Ron walked off to the boys' dormitories. Hermione walked to the bathroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror. 'Me, ask Adam to the dance. That would be a joke.' Her appearance was the same as it had been for the past 6 years at Hogwarts. Her bookwormish looks never got any attention from guys, apart from Viktor Krum. Even then she wondered why he had asked her to the Yule Ball. 'God, I'm just so...plain.' She never bothered to even fix her mousy brown hair; it was nearly impossible to get a comb through it without it getting stuck. Her hazel eyes were her best feature, but still fairly dull. She had curves, but they were never shown off under her loose-fitting school robes. "Sometimes, I wish I was just someone else," she whispered to herself.
"Be careful what you wish for, dear," her reflection said to her. She realized that she needed to go to Potions, and walked off wondering what her reflection had meant.
Right as Hermione walked in, Snape began the lesson. She was Parvati's partner for the second time that week, and their potion was just as they wanted it. Neville, as always, had messed his up again.
"Mr. Longbottom, that potion is supposed to be green. If I'm not mistaken, yours is bright orange. Must you get another detention?" Snape said icily, and Neville began to turn red.
"I-I'm s-sorry, I just-,"
"Ten points from Gryffindor, for Mr. Longbottom's mistake. Also, detention tonight-with me," Snape said. Everyone knew that Professor Snape hated the Gryffindors, but picking on Neville like that was ridiculous. Hermione had had enough from Snape already.
"Leave him alone!" she shouted. "You always pick on him, even when the Slytherins' potions are more off-color than his!"
"Miss Granger, would you be willing to 'test' Mr. Longbottom's potion, then?" he asked, with a dangerous glint in his eye. Hermione hadn't expected that, but she didn't want to look weak in front of the Slytherins, especially Malfoy.
"Fine, then, I will," she said confidently, knowing that drinking it had dire consequences that she didn't really want to risk. She carefully picked up a flask of the orange potion that Snape poured for her and took a drink. Almost instantly, she dropped the flask and it shattered on the floor into a thousand pieces. Everything around her spun quickly, and turned into a blur of colors. She felt like she was being pulled on a merry-go-round, faster and faster, until she thought she would be sick. Just then, everything just stopped, and she saw nothing but black.
A/N: I'm trying new things, and this story is off to a slow start. BUT, I hope it gets better. PLEEEEEAASE R&R flames always welcome.
"Wow, that's the third time this year that I'm scheduled to die," Harry Potter said as he, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley walked out of Double Divination. "I wonder how I'll die this time."
"Probably death by can opener or something," Ron mused. Hermione liked Professor Trewlaney the least of the three.
"She just speaks rubbish. Harry, how many times has she been right? Maybe once or twice, but only out of dumb luck," she said. "What do we have next?"
"Potions, with the Slytherins, but not for another hour or so," Harry said. "Hey, are you guys going to the Snowball next week? Ron, I think you should ask Mackenzie to the dance," he said, and Ron's face turned even redder than his hair.
"Mackenzie Warrington? You like Mack?" Hermione was laughing. Mackenzie was Hermoine's good friend, and a fellow Gryffindor. Mack had been asking about Ron for a week now, and she suspected that she had a crush on him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. I really think you should ask her. You never know, she may say yes," she said, winking.
"What? Never mind. So Hermione, are you going? I heard you telling Mackenzie that you fancied Adam Wilhelm," Ron said, obviously changing the subject.
'Yeah, me and the rest of the female population.' She thought to herself. Adam was the Hogwarts heartthrob, and the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. "Maybe I do. But you guys know that I don't like dances. Too much hassle," she said. They continued to walk in silence, until they got to the Gryffindor common room. Harry said the password and they stepped inside.
"See you in Potions," Harry said, and he and Ron walked off to the boys' dormitories. Hermione walked to the bathroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror. 'Me, ask Adam to the dance. That would be a joke.' Her appearance was the same as it had been for the past 6 years at Hogwarts. Her bookwormish looks never got any attention from guys, apart from Viktor Krum. Even then she wondered why he had asked her to the Yule Ball. 'God, I'm just so...plain.' She never bothered to even fix her mousy brown hair; it was nearly impossible to get a comb through it without it getting stuck. Her hazel eyes were her best feature, but still fairly dull. She had curves, but they were never shown off under her loose-fitting school robes. "Sometimes, I wish I was just someone else," she whispered to herself.
"Be careful what you wish for, dear," her reflection said to her. She realized that she needed to go to Potions, and walked off wondering what her reflection had meant.
Right as Hermione walked in, Snape began the lesson. She was Parvati's partner for the second time that week, and their potion was just as they wanted it. Neville, as always, had messed his up again.
"Mr. Longbottom, that potion is supposed to be green. If I'm not mistaken, yours is bright orange. Must you get another detention?" Snape said icily, and Neville began to turn red.
"I-I'm s-sorry, I just-,"
"Ten points from Gryffindor, for Mr. Longbottom's mistake. Also, detention tonight-with me," Snape said. Everyone knew that Professor Snape hated the Gryffindors, but picking on Neville like that was ridiculous. Hermione had had enough from Snape already.
"Leave him alone!" she shouted. "You always pick on him, even when the Slytherins' potions are more off-color than his!"
"Miss Granger, would you be willing to 'test' Mr. Longbottom's potion, then?" he asked, with a dangerous glint in his eye. Hermione hadn't expected that, but she didn't want to look weak in front of the Slytherins, especially Malfoy.
"Fine, then, I will," she said confidently, knowing that drinking it had dire consequences that she didn't really want to risk. She carefully picked up a flask of the orange potion that Snape poured for her and took a drink. Almost instantly, she dropped the flask and it shattered on the floor into a thousand pieces. Everything around her spun quickly, and turned into a blur of colors. She felt like she was being pulled on a merry-go-round, faster and faster, until she thought she would be sick. Just then, everything just stopped, and she saw nothing but black.
A/N: I'm trying new things, and this story is off to a slow start. BUT, I hope it gets better. PLEEEEEAASE R&R flames always welcome.