DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley,
Hogwarts or anything inside and/or associated with it (i.e. teachers,
ghosts, rooms, etc). Yeah, just the normal stuff. You should have known all
this by now!!!
It was a normal day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All the students were gathered in the Great Hall, enjoying breakfast and idly chatting about nothing in particular. Ron Weasley picked up a blueberry muffin.
"Hey, 'Mione," he said, through half a mouth full of muffin. "Seen Harry?"
"Ron, you are repulsive," Hermione Granger announced, disgusted by the half-masticated muffin rolling around in Ron's open mouth. "Close your mouth when you chew! No, I have not seen Harry today,"
Ron devoured the rest of his muffin and gulped down a whole glass of milk.
"Ron, you really must learn some table manners!" Hermione said angrily, watching Ron wipe the milk mustache off his top lip on the sleeve of his robe.
Just then, a very tired-looking boy sulked up to the Gryffindor table and had a seat next to Ron.
"Good to see you've finally decided to join us, Harry," Hermione said, a twinge of anger in her voice.
"Sorry, all," Harry replied in a very sleepy tone. "I was up all night finishing my extra Potions homework. Snape's out to get me, you know,"
"Oh, Harry, don't be ridiculous,"
"No, he's right, 'Mione! Snape hates us. He'll do anything to make our lives miserable," Ron challenged.
Harry groaned, knowing this was going to be the beginning of an argument. Nothing new. He just slunk down in his seat and rested his head on the table.
Suddenly, the door to the Great Hall burst open. A blur of red bounded down the middle of the hall, catching everyone's attention. As it came to a halt at the teacher's table, everyone saw it's true shape, that of a small girl. She was about 5' 3'' with long, pin-straight, hair, the color of a fire hydrant, cascading down her back. Underneath her robes, black boots poked out and as she began to talk, several colored bracelets appeared, dangling off her slender wrists. All eyes were fixed on her as she talked to Professor McGonagall as though she hadn't just caused a scene and no one was paying attention to her, which was quite the opposite.
"Bloody hell! Who is that?" Ron asked.
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, hitting his arm. "Don't swear! I haven't a clue who that is or why she's here. But who does she think she is? Running through the Great Hall like that."
"Do you know who she is Harry?" Ron prompted.
Harry didn't answer. He hadn't even heard the question. His eyes were fixed on the girl at the front. She was so different then anyone at Hogwarts. So original, so beautiful.
"Harry!" Ron called, snapping his fingers in front of Harry's face. "Wooo hoo? Harry? Earth to Harry! Come in Mr. Potter!"
"Shut it, Ron! I hear you!" Harry replied, his eyes still fixed upon the red-haired girl. He couldn't tell what she was saying, but as soon as her hand motions stopped, McGonagall nodded and pointed to the Gryffindor table. The girl nodded as well, turned on her heal, and began walking over to where Harry, Ron and Hermione were seated.
"She's coming this way!" Ron announced.
"Thank you, Mr. Obvious," Hermione spat. "I'd like to have a chat with this girl,"
"Oh, come off it, Hermione! It's probably her first day!"
"How could it be her first day? The school year started a week ago!"
"Maybe." But Ron couldn't think of anything to say for the red-haired girl's defense.
"Hi!" the girl said as she came up behind Hermione. "Would you guys mind if I sat with you? I can't find any other empty seats,"
"Sure!" Ron said cheerfully. "I'm Ron. Ron Weasley!" He stuck out his hand and the girl shook it. "I'm Emmaline O'Reilley," she replied, smiling, her blue eyes sparkling. "But everyone calls me Emma," "I'm Hermione Granger," "Wow, I've never heard that name before! It's gorgeous!" "And this," Ron said, pointing to Harry, who's head was still down on the table, eyes transfixed on Emma. "Is Harry Potter," "Nice to meet you Harry," Emma replied, another smile crossing her face. And with that, she sat down next to Hermione and began loading her plate with food. Ron and Hermione exchanged strange looks. Most people who had met Harry in the past had marveled over his presence; treated his as if he were a god. But Emma didn't seem to know who he was. She treated him as just another new person to get to know. "So," Emma began, her American accent so foreign to the group. "What year are all you guys?" "We're 6th year!" Ron announced cheerfully. "Me too!" "Really?" Hermione sounded skeptical. "Why have I never seen you around before?" "I just got here," Emma said, as though this were explanation enough. "Yes, we all noticed. But if you are 6th year, why haven't we seen you around school for the past 5 years. I'm sure we would have noticed someone with bright red hair," Emma swept a stray lock out of her eyes. "Its actually a pretty complicated story," she said. Hermione checked her watch. "I guess we'll have to wait until another time to hear this fascinating story, because we have less than a minute left until we need to be out of here," she announced, gathering up her books. "Do you all have the same schedules as me?" Emma asked hopefully. "What do you have?" Ron inquired. "Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, double Herbology and double Care of Magical Creatures," Emma read off a class list clutched in her hand. "I have the same classes," Harry finally spoke, his voice small and soft. Emma flashed a big smile at him and he returned it with a weak smile of his own. "Me too!" Ron said, grinning and obviously wanting to get all of Emma's attention. Hermione rolled her eyes. "I have all the same classes as well, but I have a few extra ones after Care of Magical Creatures," "Of course you do, Hermione!" Ron laughed. "That's our 'Mione! Always doing more then she's expected!" he told Emma. "Great! Well, we'd better get going! I don't want to be late!" The four of them walked along the corridors, Emma leading the way, although she had no idea where she was going. Harry couldn't believe her. She was so flamboyant and original. Plus, she had no idea who he was, so she treated him normally, which was more than he could say for about half the people in Hogwarts. "Got yourself a new friend, Potter?" a snide voice asked somewhere on Harry's right. His head snapped up and he found Draco Malfoy glaring at him. "Hi!" Emma whipped around at the sound of a new voice. Suddenly, Malfoy's angry features melted into sheer amazement and he became a bumbling mess. "Malfoy," he mumbled. "I'm Emma! Emma O'Reilley. What did you say you're name was?" Malfoy composed himself. "Draco. Draco Malfoy. And I suggest a creature as radiant as you cease from hanging out with such. lowly individuals and make friends with the ones that matter," Before Emma had a chance to reply, Pansy Parkinson oozed out from behind Malfoy. "Nice hair, O'Reilley!" she chortled, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Thanks!" Emma replied, as though she was not aware that she had just been insulted. However, Harry and Ron, both noticed the anger hidden behind her sparkling eyes. She was angry, but she wouldn't let anyone know it. "Anyways," Emma began, turning to address Malfoy once again. "Dragon was it?" Harry, Ron and Hermione stifled laughs as Malfoy's face hardened. "Draco," he spat. "Yes, right, Draco. How cute! But I'm sorry Draco! Although I'd love to be your friend too, it seems as though I've already made some, and since you do not seem to enjoy being around them, I'm afraid I can't hang out with you," Emma replied with mock sadness as she reached upwards and patted the top of Malfoy's platinum blond head. He stood there, dumbfounded as Emma looked at Pansy. "Oh, and I didn't catch your name!" "Pansy," "Gorgeous name!" Emma replied, obviously trying not to burst out laughing. "Well, Pansy, since you liked my hair so much, I think we may have to dye yours the same color! It would look fabulous on you! Got to go now, all! I don't want to be late for my first day of classes!" With that, Emma smiled at the mess that was Malfoy and continued to flounce down the hallway with Harry, Ron and Hermione at her heals.
It was a normal day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All the students were gathered in the Great Hall, enjoying breakfast and idly chatting about nothing in particular. Ron Weasley picked up a blueberry muffin.
"Hey, 'Mione," he said, through half a mouth full of muffin. "Seen Harry?"
"Ron, you are repulsive," Hermione Granger announced, disgusted by the half-masticated muffin rolling around in Ron's open mouth. "Close your mouth when you chew! No, I have not seen Harry today,"
Ron devoured the rest of his muffin and gulped down a whole glass of milk.
"Ron, you really must learn some table manners!" Hermione said angrily, watching Ron wipe the milk mustache off his top lip on the sleeve of his robe.
Just then, a very tired-looking boy sulked up to the Gryffindor table and had a seat next to Ron.
"Good to see you've finally decided to join us, Harry," Hermione said, a twinge of anger in her voice.
"Sorry, all," Harry replied in a very sleepy tone. "I was up all night finishing my extra Potions homework. Snape's out to get me, you know,"
"Oh, Harry, don't be ridiculous,"
"No, he's right, 'Mione! Snape hates us. He'll do anything to make our lives miserable," Ron challenged.
Harry groaned, knowing this was going to be the beginning of an argument. Nothing new. He just slunk down in his seat and rested his head on the table.
Suddenly, the door to the Great Hall burst open. A blur of red bounded down the middle of the hall, catching everyone's attention. As it came to a halt at the teacher's table, everyone saw it's true shape, that of a small girl. She was about 5' 3'' with long, pin-straight, hair, the color of a fire hydrant, cascading down her back. Underneath her robes, black boots poked out and as she began to talk, several colored bracelets appeared, dangling off her slender wrists. All eyes were fixed on her as she talked to Professor McGonagall as though she hadn't just caused a scene and no one was paying attention to her, which was quite the opposite.
"Bloody hell! Who is that?" Ron asked.
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, hitting his arm. "Don't swear! I haven't a clue who that is or why she's here. But who does she think she is? Running through the Great Hall like that."
"Do you know who she is Harry?" Ron prompted.
Harry didn't answer. He hadn't even heard the question. His eyes were fixed on the girl at the front. She was so different then anyone at Hogwarts. So original, so beautiful.
"Harry!" Ron called, snapping his fingers in front of Harry's face. "Wooo hoo? Harry? Earth to Harry! Come in Mr. Potter!"
"Shut it, Ron! I hear you!" Harry replied, his eyes still fixed upon the red-haired girl. He couldn't tell what she was saying, but as soon as her hand motions stopped, McGonagall nodded and pointed to the Gryffindor table. The girl nodded as well, turned on her heal, and began walking over to where Harry, Ron and Hermione were seated.
"She's coming this way!" Ron announced.
"Thank you, Mr. Obvious," Hermione spat. "I'd like to have a chat with this girl,"
"Oh, come off it, Hermione! It's probably her first day!"
"How could it be her first day? The school year started a week ago!"
"Maybe." But Ron couldn't think of anything to say for the red-haired girl's defense.
"Hi!" the girl said as she came up behind Hermione. "Would you guys mind if I sat with you? I can't find any other empty seats,"
"Sure!" Ron said cheerfully. "I'm Ron. Ron Weasley!" He stuck out his hand and the girl shook it. "I'm Emmaline O'Reilley," she replied, smiling, her blue eyes sparkling. "But everyone calls me Emma," "I'm Hermione Granger," "Wow, I've never heard that name before! It's gorgeous!" "And this," Ron said, pointing to Harry, who's head was still down on the table, eyes transfixed on Emma. "Is Harry Potter," "Nice to meet you Harry," Emma replied, another smile crossing her face. And with that, she sat down next to Hermione and began loading her plate with food. Ron and Hermione exchanged strange looks. Most people who had met Harry in the past had marveled over his presence; treated his as if he were a god. But Emma didn't seem to know who he was. She treated him as just another new person to get to know. "So," Emma began, her American accent so foreign to the group. "What year are all you guys?" "We're 6th year!" Ron announced cheerfully. "Me too!" "Really?" Hermione sounded skeptical. "Why have I never seen you around before?" "I just got here," Emma said, as though this were explanation enough. "Yes, we all noticed. But if you are 6th year, why haven't we seen you around school for the past 5 years. I'm sure we would have noticed someone with bright red hair," Emma swept a stray lock out of her eyes. "Its actually a pretty complicated story," she said. Hermione checked her watch. "I guess we'll have to wait until another time to hear this fascinating story, because we have less than a minute left until we need to be out of here," she announced, gathering up her books. "Do you all have the same schedules as me?" Emma asked hopefully. "What do you have?" Ron inquired. "Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, double Herbology and double Care of Magical Creatures," Emma read off a class list clutched in her hand. "I have the same classes," Harry finally spoke, his voice small and soft. Emma flashed a big smile at him and he returned it with a weak smile of his own. "Me too!" Ron said, grinning and obviously wanting to get all of Emma's attention. Hermione rolled her eyes. "I have all the same classes as well, but I have a few extra ones after Care of Magical Creatures," "Of course you do, Hermione!" Ron laughed. "That's our 'Mione! Always doing more then she's expected!" he told Emma. "Great! Well, we'd better get going! I don't want to be late!" The four of them walked along the corridors, Emma leading the way, although she had no idea where she was going. Harry couldn't believe her. She was so flamboyant and original. Plus, she had no idea who he was, so she treated him normally, which was more than he could say for about half the people in Hogwarts. "Got yourself a new friend, Potter?" a snide voice asked somewhere on Harry's right. His head snapped up and he found Draco Malfoy glaring at him. "Hi!" Emma whipped around at the sound of a new voice. Suddenly, Malfoy's angry features melted into sheer amazement and he became a bumbling mess. "Malfoy," he mumbled. "I'm Emma! Emma O'Reilley. What did you say you're name was?" Malfoy composed himself. "Draco. Draco Malfoy. And I suggest a creature as radiant as you cease from hanging out with such. lowly individuals and make friends with the ones that matter," Before Emma had a chance to reply, Pansy Parkinson oozed out from behind Malfoy. "Nice hair, O'Reilley!" she chortled, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Thanks!" Emma replied, as though she was not aware that she had just been insulted. However, Harry and Ron, both noticed the anger hidden behind her sparkling eyes. She was angry, but she wouldn't let anyone know it. "Anyways," Emma began, turning to address Malfoy once again. "Dragon was it?" Harry, Ron and Hermione stifled laughs as Malfoy's face hardened. "Draco," he spat. "Yes, right, Draco. How cute! But I'm sorry Draco! Although I'd love to be your friend too, it seems as though I've already made some, and since you do not seem to enjoy being around them, I'm afraid I can't hang out with you," Emma replied with mock sadness as she reached upwards and patted the top of Malfoy's platinum blond head. He stood there, dumbfounded as Emma looked at Pansy. "Oh, and I didn't catch your name!" "Pansy," "Gorgeous name!" Emma replied, obviously trying not to burst out laughing. "Well, Pansy, since you liked my hair so much, I think we may have to dye yours the same color! It would look fabulous on you! Got to go now, all! I don't want to be late for my first day of classes!" With that, Emma smiled at the mess that was Malfoy and continued to flounce down the hallway with Harry, Ron and Hermione at her heals.