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Chapter 1
Hermione Granger scanned the crowded platform for any sign of a familiar face. She couldn't see one. Just lots of hyperactive, giggling first years.
"Hi stranger," said someone behind, who tapped her on the shoulder. She turned round and was faced with one of her best friends, Harry Potter. Harry Potter was a 17-year-old boy with startling green eyes, jet-black hair and a thin, lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. Hermione smiled at him, dropped her trunk and threw her arms around him.
"Harry! How come you didn't come to stay at Ron's?" she squealed loudly.
"Ok, Hermione, prepare yourself for this...I've moved in with Sirius!" said Harry excitedly.
"Oh, Harry, that's great!" said Hermione, pulling back from the hug.
"I didn't want to tell you and Ron by owl, I wanted to tell you in person." said Harry, smiling.
It was that very moment that Hermione noticed. Harry had gotten taller over the summer and instead of being his usual skinny self, he had gained quite an amount of muscle. When he had smiled at her, he showed a row of dazzling teeth and his grin lit up his whole face. She didn't think it was possible to light those emerald eyes up any further...
"Harry! Hermione!"
Hermione was saved from drowning in those pools of emerald by a loud voice. Hermione and Harry looked round to see who it was and saw Fred and George Weasley making their way towards them. The two students exchanged mystified looks. Fred and George had left Hogwarts ages ago...so long ago, they were almost legends among new pupils...
"What are you two doing here?" asked Harry, a puzzled expression possessing his features. "Wait and see," said George mysteriously. Fred winked and the twins boarded the train. Hermione and Harry followed soon, coming to the conclusion that Ron would be boarding the train late. Hermione informed Harry that Ron had spotted Susan Bones on the way to platform nine.
Harry and Hermione slumped, puffing and panting into seats by the window. They had just stowed their trunks safely in the corner of the compartment and were exhausted. "Right Harry," began Hermione, "I don't want any talk of Quidditch between you and Mr Weasley during this whole train ride. Comprende? *Author's Note: Tim Big Brother!* "OK, OK!" said Harry. Silence.
"Oh, please, just half an hour?" whined Harry.
"No, Harry Potter, you are a naughty little boy, you are grounded! Go to your room! Honestly, Harry, you sound like a kid. I was only joking! The Hogwarts Express wouldn't be the Hogwarts Express without you and Ron discussing how Puddlemere United could possibly win the title this year!" said Hermione all in one big breath.
"Wow! I didn't know you picked up on that much!" said harry, undoubtedly shocked at Hermione's knowledge.
"Neither did I," said Hermione vaguely. She was staring out of the window at the almost empty platform. The large clock above the wrought iron archway told her that the students left on the platform had one minute to board the train.
Soon, the train began to chug along. Hermione sighed. Her last year at Hogwarts. She was upset about not having got the Head Girl position. She didn't receive a letter over summer. Evidently, Harry didn't get one either, saying he would be Head Boy. Hermione knew for certain that Harry would be Head Boy. He'd done everything for that school and Gryffindor. He'd won them the House and Quidditch Cup every year and saved the school from evil monsters countless times. It was undoubtable.
About ten minutes into the journey, Hermione fell asleep. She was tired from all the last minute studying she had been doing all last night, in the hope that she would do no wrong in her last year. That was kind of impossible though, when you had Harry Potter and Ron Weasley for best friends. She was walking in a large meadow. Long grass grew to about half her height and made her legs itch badly. She started running, trying to find the way out of the long grass. She could see large insects crawling on blades of grass. She shivered and ran faster until she was flat out sprinting. The grass seemed endless until she heard a whoosh behind her. She looked round and a boy with a mask on was hovering above the grass on a broom. He offered her his hand. She took it gratefully and climbed on to the broom. Whoever her rescuer was, they smelled good.
Suddenly, everything went black and empty. Hermione could hear voices in the distance.
"I can't believe she didn't get Head Girl though!" said one voice.
"No, me neither. She got maximum marks in OWL's and passed everything with distinction last year!" said another.
"There aren't really any other candidates for the Head Girl position though are there? Except for Hermione," said the first again.
"Awww...look at the sleeping Mudblood. Put a Sleeping Spell on her did you? I don't blame you; she natters on about schoolwork all the time. It gets so annoying sometimes..." said a familiar drawling voice. Hermione stirred, still listening to what was happening.
"Say that again, ferret boy," said a threatening voice, scary enough to terrify a Basilisk.
"What're you gonna do?" said the cold voice. Hermione's eyes snapped open. She was huddled in the corner of her compartment. Harry, Ron and Draco Malfoy were stood there, Harry and Ron glaring at Malfoy.
"Smash your face and hex you into next year if you don't shut that Slytherin mouth of yours, Malfoy," said Harry.
"Oh really?" said Draco, "I'd like to see you try."
Ron and Harry made furious moves towards Malfoy but Hermione grabbed their robes and pulled them back. They both jumped, as they obviously didn't know she was awake again.
"Yeah, well you know what? I'd like to see you try and hit me," said Hermione, her eyes locking with his, challenging him.
"I'd never stoop as low as to hit a girl," muttered Malfoy.
"Oh really? Not even a filthy Mudblood like me? Call yourself a Slytherin?" said Hermione, challenging him again, her eyes locked with his.
Malfoy silently slouched away. Hermione smiled to herself in satisfaction and retreated to sit back down.
"Hermione!" said Ron, gaping at her, his mouth hanging open.
"Hmmm?" she said back, looking at her nails carefully.
"I've never seen you do that before!"
"Do what?" Hermione asked innocently. She knew what he was talking about. He'd never seen her challenge Malfoy. But she did it all the time in her mind. Thinking up all the possible scenarios in which she could possibly get him expelled or even injure him like he had injured her emotions so many times.
About an hour later, Harry and Ron decided to get changed. This meant that Hermione had to leave the compartment and find somewhere else temporarily. She gathered her uniform and started walking along the corridor trying to find an empty compartment. On her way, she passed a compartment with gold lettering above it reading, "Head Boy and Girl." Hermione listened. It was silent. She knocked on the door and no one answered. She pushed open the door a little. No one was there.
"Strange," thought Hermione. She carried on her search for a compartment and found one - which just happened to be next to Draco Malfoy's compartment with Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione sighed and went into the empty one, locking the door behind her to give her some privacy while she was changing. She was just slipping off her trainers when she heard her name.
"Well, then all we have to do is hope that nosy Granger doesn't pick up on anything. She's clever, she'll figure it out soon enough if she hears that Potter's broom was missing," came the cruel voice of Draco Malfoy. Hermione stopped and listened further.
"OK, just go over it one more time," came the thick voice of Crabbe.
"God, how many times? We use Pansy's Invisibility Cloak to sneak to a Gryffindor Quidditch practice. We watch Potter and Weasley and find their tactics out. Then after the practice, they'll be leaving their brooms in the changing rooms and going for the showers. That's when we nab is and put a Hurling Hex on it. Potter won't stand a chance against us at Quidditch with a broom that's been hexed," explained Malfoy. Hermione's mouth dropped open. She had to warn Harry, and fast. Hermione dressed quickly, dragged a brush through her hair and sped out of the compartment, down the corridor and into Ron and Harry's. She had been so deep in thought about what Malfoy had just said that she hadn't bothered to knock. Both boys were still getting changed. Ron was attempting to pull on a maroon sock and Harry was about to put a Chudley Cannons T- shirt on. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. Hermione gasped audibly and blushed deep scarlet. Harry had obviously developed over the holidays. He had muscles rippling along his navel and his arms were very masculine. "I'm so sorry.I err." Hermione stammered. "That's all right. I'm taking that as you put your robes in inside- out you've forgotten something," said Ron, chuckling. Hermione blushed again. Slightly out of breath and trying not to look at Harry, who was still changing, she sank into a seat opposite Ron. "No, I've got something important to tell you, it's about Malfoy - " "What about Malfoy?" said Harry sharply, turning around to face Hermione. "I'm getting to it! I was in the compartment next to him, Crabbe and Goyle as they were only ones left," she carried on with a meaningful look at Ron's confused face. His face had fallen when she said she was next to Malfoy. "They were planning something and I heard my name so I started listening. They were planning on how to hex your broom Harry. Malfoy said that after a Quidditch match he was going to take your broom and put a Hurling Hex on it while everyone was in the showers." Ron and Harry looked at each other, stunned. "How do you know they were talking about me?" asked Harry, still in shock. "Well, let's think, how many "Famous Harry Potters" do I know?" said Hermione, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Harry grinned at her. "Thanks Hermione, I have to remember not to have a shower until I get back to the castle.remind me, I'll forget." Hermione took off her robes (she was wearing Muggle clothes under her Hogwarts robes) and put them so that the outside was on the outside and the inside was on the inside. Then she began rummaging in her trunk. She emerged with a thick, heavy book. Engraved on the front cover were the words, "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them - Volume III" She sat back down and let the book fall open on her knee where her silver bookmark was placed. She began reading about the more advanced properties of Nifflers while Ron and Harry discussed the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. "I just hope Snape didn't get his wish," "I don't think Snape will be here this year, remember at the end of last term? Dumbledore sent him and Sirius away on business for him. He just said, "You know what you must do." We might get a new Potions Master too," "Or a Potions Mistress." "Hmm." Hermione grinned to herself. She was well and truly back at Hogwarts with her two best friends, three worst enemies and her trusty library packed away in her trunk.
Well! Please R&R! Hope you like it!
Chapter 1
Hermione Granger scanned the crowded platform for any sign of a familiar face. She couldn't see one. Just lots of hyperactive, giggling first years.
"Hi stranger," said someone behind, who tapped her on the shoulder. She turned round and was faced with one of her best friends, Harry Potter. Harry Potter was a 17-year-old boy with startling green eyes, jet-black hair and a thin, lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. Hermione smiled at him, dropped her trunk and threw her arms around him.
"Harry! How come you didn't come to stay at Ron's?" she squealed loudly.
"Ok, Hermione, prepare yourself for this...I've moved in with Sirius!" said Harry excitedly.
"Oh, Harry, that's great!" said Hermione, pulling back from the hug.
"I didn't want to tell you and Ron by owl, I wanted to tell you in person." said Harry, smiling.
It was that very moment that Hermione noticed. Harry had gotten taller over the summer and instead of being his usual skinny self, he had gained quite an amount of muscle. When he had smiled at her, he showed a row of dazzling teeth and his grin lit up his whole face. She didn't think it was possible to light those emerald eyes up any further...
"Harry! Hermione!"
Hermione was saved from drowning in those pools of emerald by a loud voice. Hermione and Harry looked round to see who it was and saw Fred and George Weasley making their way towards them. The two students exchanged mystified looks. Fred and George had left Hogwarts ages ago...so long ago, they were almost legends among new pupils...
"What are you two doing here?" asked Harry, a puzzled expression possessing his features. "Wait and see," said George mysteriously. Fred winked and the twins boarded the train. Hermione and Harry followed soon, coming to the conclusion that Ron would be boarding the train late. Hermione informed Harry that Ron had spotted Susan Bones on the way to platform nine.
Harry and Hermione slumped, puffing and panting into seats by the window. They had just stowed their trunks safely in the corner of the compartment and were exhausted. "Right Harry," began Hermione, "I don't want any talk of Quidditch between you and Mr Weasley during this whole train ride. Comprende? *Author's Note: Tim Big Brother!* "OK, OK!" said Harry. Silence.
"Oh, please, just half an hour?" whined Harry.
"No, Harry Potter, you are a naughty little boy, you are grounded! Go to your room! Honestly, Harry, you sound like a kid. I was only joking! The Hogwarts Express wouldn't be the Hogwarts Express without you and Ron discussing how Puddlemere United could possibly win the title this year!" said Hermione all in one big breath.
"Wow! I didn't know you picked up on that much!" said harry, undoubtedly shocked at Hermione's knowledge.
"Neither did I," said Hermione vaguely. She was staring out of the window at the almost empty platform. The large clock above the wrought iron archway told her that the students left on the platform had one minute to board the train.
Soon, the train began to chug along. Hermione sighed. Her last year at Hogwarts. She was upset about not having got the Head Girl position. She didn't receive a letter over summer. Evidently, Harry didn't get one either, saying he would be Head Boy. Hermione knew for certain that Harry would be Head Boy. He'd done everything for that school and Gryffindor. He'd won them the House and Quidditch Cup every year and saved the school from evil monsters countless times. It was undoubtable.
About ten minutes into the journey, Hermione fell asleep. She was tired from all the last minute studying she had been doing all last night, in the hope that she would do no wrong in her last year. That was kind of impossible though, when you had Harry Potter and Ron Weasley for best friends. She was walking in a large meadow. Long grass grew to about half her height and made her legs itch badly. She started running, trying to find the way out of the long grass. She could see large insects crawling on blades of grass. She shivered and ran faster until she was flat out sprinting. The grass seemed endless until she heard a whoosh behind her. She looked round and a boy with a mask on was hovering above the grass on a broom. He offered her his hand. She took it gratefully and climbed on to the broom. Whoever her rescuer was, they smelled good.
Suddenly, everything went black and empty. Hermione could hear voices in the distance.
"I can't believe she didn't get Head Girl though!" said one voice.
"No, me neither. She got maximum marks in OWL's and passed everything with distinction last year!" said another.
"There aren't really any other candidates for the Head Girl position though are there? Except for Hermione," said the first again.
"Awww...look at the sleeping Mudblood. Put a Sleeping Spell on her did you? I don't blame you; she natters on about schoolwork all the time. It gets so annoying sometimes..." said a familiar drawling voice. Hermione stirred, still listening to what was happening.
"Say that again, ferret boy," said a threatening voice, scary enough to terrify a Basilisk.
"What're you gonna do?" said the cold voice. Hermione's eyes snapped open. She was huddled in the corner of her compartment. Harry, Ron and Draco Malfoy were stood there, Harry and Ron glaring at Malfoy.
"Smash your face and hex you into next year if you don't shut that Slytherin mouth of yours, Malfoy," said Harry.
"Oh really?" said Draco, "I'd like to see you try."
Ron and Harry made furious moves towards Malfoy but Hermione grabbed their robes and pulled them back. They both jumped, as they obviously didn't know she was awake again.
"Yeah, well you know what? I'd like to see you try and hit me," said Hermione, her eyes locking with his, challenging him.
"I'd never stoop as low as to hit a girl," muttered Malfoy.
"Oh really? Not even a filthy Mudblood like me? Call yourself a Slytherin?" said Hermione, challenging him again, her eyes locked with his.
Malfoy silently slouched away. Hermione smiled to herself in satisfaction and retreated to sit back down.
"Hermione!" said Ron, gaping at her, his mouth hanging open.
"Hmmm?" she said back, looking at her nails carefully.
"I've never seen you do that before!"
"Do what?" Hermione asked innocently. She knew what he was talking about. He'd never seen her challenge Malfoy. But she did it all the time in her mind. Thinking up all the possible scenarios in which she could possibly get him expelled or even injure him like he had injured her emotions so many times.
About an hour later, Harry and Ron decided to get changed. This meant that Hermione had to leave the compartment and find somewhere else temporarily. She gathered her uniform and started walking along the corridor trying to find an empty compartment. On her way, she passed a compartment with gold lettering above it reading, "Head Boy and Girl." Hermione listened. It was silent. She knocked on the door and no one answered. She pushed open the door a little. No one was there.
"Strange," thought Hermione. She carried on her search for a compartment and found one - which just happened to be next to Draco Malfoy's compartment with Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione sighed and went into the empty one, locking the door behind her to give her some privacy while she was changing. She was just slipping off her trainers when she heard her name.
"Well, then all we have to do is hope that nosy Granger doesn't pick up on anything. She's clever, she'll figure it out soon enough if she hears that Potter's broom was missing," came the cruel voice of Draco Malfoy. Hermione stopped and listened further.
"OK, just go over it one more time," came the thick voice of Crabbe.
"God, how many times? We use Pansy's Invisibility Cloak to sneak to a Gryffindor Quidditch practice. We watch Potter and Weasley and find their tactics out. Then after the practice, they'll be leaving their brooms in the changing rooms and going for the showers. That's when we nab is and put a Hurling Hex on it. Potter won't stand a chance against us at Quidditch with a broom that's been hexed," explained Malfoy. Hermione's mouth dropped open. She had to warn Harry, and fast. Hermione dressed quickly, dragged a brush through her hair and sped out of the compartment, down the corridor and into Ron and Harry's. She had been so deep in thought about what Malfoy had just said that she hadn't bothered to knock. Both boys were still getting changed. Ron was attempting to pull on a maroon sock and Harry was about to put a Chudley Cannons T- shirt on. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. Hermione gasped audibly and blushed deep scarlet. Harry had obviously developed over the holidays. He had muscles rippling along his navel and his arms were very masculine. "I'm so sorry.I err." Hermione stammered. "That's all right. I'm taking that as you put your robes in inside- out you've forgotten something," said Ron, chuckling. Hermione blushed again. Slightly out of breath and trying not to look at Harry, who was still changing, she sank into a seat opposite Ron. "No, I've got something important to tell you, it's about Malfoy - " "What about Malfoy?" said Harry sharply, turning around to face Hermione. "I'm getting to it! I was in the compartment next to him, Crabbe and Goyle as they were only ones left," she carried on with a meaningful look at Ron's confused face. His face had fallen when she said she was next to Malfoy. "They were planning something and I heard my name so I started listening. They were planning on how to hex your broom Harry. Malfoy said that after a Quidditch match he was going to take your broom and put a Hurling Hex on it while everyone was in the showers." Ron and Harry looked at each other, stunned. "How do you know they were talking about me?" asked Harry, still in shock. "Well, let's think, how many "Famous Harry Potters" do I know?" said Hermione, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Harry grinned at her. "Thanks Hermione, I have to remember not to have a shower until I get back to the castle.remind me, I'll forget." Hermione took off her robes (she was wearing Muggle clothes under her Hogwarts robes) and put them so that the outside was on the outside and the inside was on the inside. Then she began rummaging in her trunk. She emerged with a thick, heavy book. Engraved on the front cover were the words, "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them - Volume III" She sat back down and let the book fall open on her knee where her silver bookmark was placed. She began reading about the more advanced properties of Nifflers while Ron and Harry discussed the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. "I just hope Snape didn't get his wish," "I don't think Snape will be here this year, remember at the end of last term? Dumbledore sent him and Sirius away on business for him. He just said, "You know what you must do." We might get a new Potions Master too," "Or a Potions Mistress." "Hmm." Hermione grinned to herself. She was well and truly back at Hogwarts with her two best friends, three worst enemies and her trusty library packed away in her trunk.
Well! Please R&R! Hope you like it!