Hello everybody! I will state right now that this is a very AU fic and that there will be magic but not in a way that you expect. I will also state the disclaimer for this story: I swear on my best friend's life that I do not own the wonderful characters that J.K. Rowling created. Reviews make me smile no matter the length. And there is a hidden quote in every chapter so I encourage you to, if you find it, tell me and I will accept a quote for a future chapter or a spectacular idea you have. On with the first chapter!
Chapter One: Doomed From The Start
"Come on Mione! Hurry up, we want to get there early so we can set up the pranks in the first year cabins!" Ron shrieks over-excitedly. Rolling my eyes I quicky grab my well-loved copy of The Field Of Equations Of Grativitation off of my pristine white bookshelf. I run down the stairs taking two at a time and dart out the dark wood door with a "Love you mum and dad!"
I dash across the lawn and into Harry's shiny black Aston Martin. "Aye mate what took you so long?" Ron asks annoyed. "I know you're a girl but not a complete girl." I glower at him but his mouth keeps on running from the passenger seat. Harry starts driving. "I know you are glaring at me right now Mione but you know how them girls strut around half naked and wear so much perfume you can smell it three kilometers away." Harry chuckles loudly and I see Ron's red locks fly as he turns his head sharply to Harry. "You both know I am right." He says prissily. I reach into my maroon duffle and grab my bottle of Chanel number 29, or something like that. I lean forward and spritz Ronald a few times and then lean back into my seat as Harry's laughter turns uncontrollable and Ron sputters loudly.
"You should know by now Ronald, to not comment about a girl's perfume." I tsk at him and return the bottle to my bag, smiling lightly. I block out their familiar idiodicy and gently open my book by Einstein. Did you know he was a kleptomaniac? When I was about nine and I just found that out, I entered a stage where I was an uncontrollable stealer. My parents did not find out for a year and three days until they caught me taking a book I really wanted about time travel but they would not let me get because we were already buying fifteen other books. I was grounded from the book store for six months after that. Those were a dark, dark, dark six months of my life.
I smirk to myself and my mind narrows down to the equations of gravitation.
I am sharpley pulled out of book world and back to harsh reality by Ron's horrendous singsong voice yelling "We're here! We're here! We're back to Hoggy-Hoggy-Hogwarts!", and them both jumping out of the car and proceding to drag me out also.
"For goodness sake boys, calm down!" I yell but a wide grin creeps onto my face as I look ahead at the familiar elaborate wonder of log towers. They giggle in a very un-sixteen year old male manner and grab all of our bags then run to the canoes. I mentally ask myself 'How the hell did I become friends with them?', and run after tweedles dee and dum. We all climb into a canoe and they start paddling at an inhumane speed. There is a giant lake that you have to cross before you enter the actual camp's campus. It is very deep and has a disturbing shade of murk to it.
"Did you guys eat my secret stash of Godiva chocolate this morning while I was sleeping?" I ask knowingly. "Yes we did Hermione. It was rather delishious and you are terrible at hiding things." Harry states.
"Siriously Harry?" They both chuckle. "Yes I am Sirius Hermione." They erupt into mad laughter and I giggle lightly. Sirius Black is Harry's slightly mad godfather. His parents died when he was a year old, by a serial killer known as Voldemort. They eventually caught the guy and learned that he was a psychopath. But who could not have figured that out already? It is a very touchy subject for Harry so we do not talk about it lot.
Eventually (in three minutes) we reach the other side of the lake and we all climb out of the boat. Some more gracefully then others considering Ron fell out face first then abruptly stood up and silenced Harry and I's laughter with a murderous glare.
"Okay we have one and a half hours before the firsties arrive so Harry and I are gonna go 'fix the place up'!" Ron then sprints off and Harry gives me a quick brotherly peck on the cheek then runs after Ron. Boys will be boys, I smile and start up the steep hill to the log castle. I wonder were Ron's sister and one of my only girl friends is. She is usually with us because of her not-so-well hidden major crush on Harry. Poor girl has had it for him sice she was 7.
It takes me a few minutes to reach the prefects cabin. It sits close to the coach's cabins high up on the hill overlooking the forbidden forest. You can see the beautiful sunrises and sunsets easily and I love being close the coach's cabins just in case they require assistance. I enter the cedar house and walk up the spiral staircase to my new room. It is really quite grand with a fluffy golden bed and a bookcase that takes up a whole wall. Harry must have dropped my luggage off because my maroon duffle and suitcases lay in a heap at the end of the bed. I decide to put everything away now and it takes me forty minutes to do so. To freshen up I walk into the butterscotch decorated bathroom, reapply my pomegranite chapstick and brush my soft brown curls. Then I leave my cabin and walk toward the main one.
I enter the main cabin where all the coaches will be. Every summer I visit each of the coaches. For no particular reason I tell myself but Harry and Ron say it is because I am a teachers pet. I just enjoy being respected by people who think themselves my superiors. Anyway Ginny, Ron's only sister, said that there was supposed to be a new male volleyball coach. I love the red-head to death but the girl gets so absorbed in gossip and rumors. Apparently this guy is tall, dark, and handsome. The only thing I find handsome is a yummy book about relativity or Oliver Wood. But books are slighty more delishious, and grandmum's chocolate chip cookies.
I throw open the cedar wood doors and strut into the lobby. Lucy, the makeup pancake receptionist, nods dully in my direction as I walk firstly to my favorite coach, McGonnagal's office. I knock politely on the door and her stern voice yells for me to enter. I open the door and walk across the brightly lit room to her desk.
"Ah . How lovely to see you again." She says kindly. I smile brilliantly and say sweetly "It is very enchanting to see you also coach McGonnagal."
"How was the school year? You will be entering your final year this fall, yes?"
"My year was spectacular and I will be entering my last year." She nods slowly, " I hope you will be helping out with the first year volleyball class again on Tuesdays and Thursdays?" Last summer I helped her manage the firsties. I was thinking about doing it again this year, and why not?
"Yes I will be helping out again if that is okay with you." A rare smile creeps onto her slightly wrinkled face. "Devine. Have you heard that we have a new volleyball coach?" I nod, "You will want to ask him if it is okay. I have moved to coaching softball. His office is were Coach. Merrythoughts used to be. Be careful he is known for being a bit... relentless, but nothing you can not handle. See you at supper ."
"Goodbye coach Mcgonnagal." I say brightly and exit the room, closing the door gently behind me. I wonder what she ment by relentless and why she had a slight frown on her face as she said it. Like sub coach Dumbledore would allow head coach Dippet to hire a sociopath.
I walk down the hall and take a right. Standing in front of me is the door leading to the new coach's office. I knock swiftly three times and unconciously pull my curly hair over my left shoulder. The door suddenly flies open and reveals a very tall man in his early twenties. His cold silver eyes asses me for a few seconds then he opens his mouth and a deep sauve voice escapes, "Good afternoon Miss. I believe we have not met. What is your name?" Well is he not a gentleman? I smile elegantly and turn on my good student charm. "Hello. I am Hermione Granger. It is a pleasure to meet you." He takes my hand in his own icy one and gently kisses my hand. Shivers run up my arm. He softy lets go and my hand falls back to my side. Yup, total gentleman. The world could use more of them in it. "Coach Tom Riddle. It is a pleasure indeed Miss Granger." His cool eyes twinkle darkly as his sharp features twist into a warm smile.
"And what is the reason, may I inquire, behind our enchanting aquantince?" He asks with a single, sculpted, dark eyebrow raising. "I used to assist the first years in volleyball on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Coach McGonnagal told me to ask you about resuming it this year since you now instruct it." I say smoothly and bite my lip. He crosses his white oxford clad arms and gives me a once over. I hope that he agrees, I have a disturbing fascination with him right now. A true gentlemen in a world of animals.
"I do not see why not. You seem to be a rather... delightful girl and I have heard high regards of you from all the other coaches. Excluding Coach Snape for some unfathomable reason." I do a very demented happy dance in my head. But, outward I allow my only sign of joy to be a small gracious curve of my red lips. Coach Snape has been out to get me ever since first year when I kept adding insightful comments to his lecture about beginning lacrosse.
"Wonderful I look forward to it. I guess I should head to dinner now, I love the butter rolls." I say brightly. He chuckles elegantly and brushes a wave of dark hair behind his ear. "The butter rolls are quite captivating. See you at dinner Miss Granger." He smiles regaly and dissappears behind the large door.
I stroll towards the great hall. I wonder how Harry and Ron will like him? They will probably dislike him, being the stag and jack russel terriors they are. But I love them both (suprisingly). There are already a lot of people filling into the great hall so I quicken my pace. I really do love those butter rolls.
I throw open the doors and step into the warm dinner hall. The ceiling is painted deep blue and strung with tiny white lights, similar to a night sky. I walk to the long table on the far left, smiling and greeting people on the way.
"Hey Hermione!" The boys chorus as I sit gracefully between Ron and Seamus.
"Hello boys!" I cheerfuly say as a smile lightens my face. I serve myself some roast beef, green beans and 4 butter rolls which I start to butter as the first years walk in. Thirty new eyes wander around the hall as head coach Dippet rises and clings his glass loudly. All eyes turn to him as he clears his throat obnoxiously. "Good evening everyone. I would like to start out by welcoming the new volleyball coach, Mr Riddle." He pauses as coach Riddle rises elegantly and everyone claps. The boys clap politely whilst glaring and the girls clap vigorously while hooting. I clap modestly and Coach Riddle scans the hall. His molten silver orbs land on me and a small smirk creeps onto his face as he nods then sits back down. I smile in his direction and Ginny leans across the table and whispers in my ear slyly "You are so explaining to me about why that yummy man just smirked at you. I want full details." She leans back and winks at me while I give her an exasperated look.
"Just remember to stay out of the forbidden forest and please, nobody feed the giant squid. Our head boy and girl this year are Draco Malfoy of slytherin house and Hermione Granger of gryffindor." The hall erupts into applause and everybody around me shouts congragulations while mauling me in hugs. I smile brightly but my chest tightens at the fact that I have to be heads along with Malfoy. He is the most vile arrogant playboy and he has been our rival since first year. Not to mention the house dispute.
"Now on with the sorting! Anderson, Cheryl!" A sickly pale girl walks up to the front and takes a seat on a the stool. The Sorting Hat begins it's ridiculous song,
"Oh,you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your tops hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell brave of heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achive their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And you won't get in a flap!
You're safe in my hands(though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
I know what you are thinking. What? How can it sing? Well there are seven magic wonders in the world I am sure you have never heard of. Objects with rare abilities that are unimaginable to the average human mind. The hat is one of the known three and it resides here in grand old Hogwarts.
After all the kids are sorted everybody continues eating and chatting. But I feel a pair of eyes on my back, so I turn around slowly to see Malfoy smirking at me in all of his albino glory. I smile brightly and mouth sarcasticly, "I can not wait for the fun this year will bring." He throws his hands up and gives me mock-jazz hands. I wink flirtashiously and return to my meal.
Across the table Ginny gives me a sexy puppy dog face, which I know is the face she makes whenever I argue with Malfoy, and Harry, whom is sitting next to her and just so happens to be looking at her, sprays his pumpkin juice out onto Ron and starts choking madly. Everyone erupts into laughter around me. I giggle quite loudly and try to sop some the the juice off of Ron with a napkin. My effort is fruitless as it seems Harry was taking a rather large sip when he decided to shower Ron with the sticky liquid. "Aye mate what did you do that for?" Ron shouts and throws a spoonful of baked beans at Harry, which splash across his glasses. Everyone at our couragous table is roaring with laughter now. Harry, usually the more mature of the two, grabs a handful of mashed potatoes and launches it at Ron who moves and the starchy mush somehow ends up splatterd across Dean's face.
"Food fight!" Somebody yells and next thing I know food is flying faster than the speed of light down the table. I can hear the other houses snickering at us as I stand up steadily with a blank face. While inside my mind is in a blind rage. Suddenly a glob of dark gravy splatters across my face. The whole hall goes silent as I calmly wipe it off with my hand. Behind me Coach Riddle chuckles, I assume he was coming to stop the fight. I hear someone mutter "We are so dead."
"Was this really necassary fellow lions?" I start calmly, but I can feel a vein in my forehead throbbing. People shake their heads quickly and stare at me. "Did you all have a dying urge to rambunctiously launch edible material at eachother? Was it your life's purpose to cover your fellow housemate in mashed potatoes and gravy?" Malfoy interrupts loudly and arrogantly "I think Weaselbee's actual purpose in life is to launch food into his mouth like the lowly pig he is." I whip around and send him a quick smirk but my face converts back to a calm state as I trn back around.
"Although what Draco says is true," they all stare at me horrificly except Ginny who nods, "I believe that most of us are better than that. And I know everyone is excited so next time just try to contain your rowdy urges." I pause but everyone starts shouting again. "Silence!" Coach Riddle says icily and nods to me as everyone shuts up again. I say calmly with a slight smirk "Two weeks lunch duty and detention for all of gryffindor house. Excluding select few whom I saw not participating." Gryffindor erupts into shouts and protests again as sub coach Dumbledor rises and shouts "That will signal the end of supper. Prefects lead the way and have a lovely evening everyone. I hope you are all excited for the new camp year." Everybody quickly clears the hall. Oddly the slytherins all give me slighty respected looks. Ginny tells me to see her later and eventually everyone is gone except coach Riddle and I.
He strolls toward me and stops a foot away. "Lovely... speech this evening Miss Granger. I feel that you will be a very efficient head girl. Head coach Dippet wants you to visit his office tonight at ten o'clock sharp so you can be informed of your duties. And bring along Mr Malfoy. I look forward to this year." He says smoothly. I smirk and reply "Thank you coach Riddle. Have a lovely evening." He nods and strolls out the grand doors.
Well now my house loathes me. And I have to tell Ginny about meeting coach Riddle. Yay. I walk out of the cabin and into mine. The prefects lounging in the living room greet me. I smile and walk up to my room. I decide to tell Malfoy about the meeting when we actually have to go.
Flopping onto my plush bed I look at the grandfather clock across the room, 8:16. I strugglele to arrange my thoughts as I wait until the doomed meeting. What a lovely start to the summer.