Greetings, Friends! This is my first ever FanFic. I hope I'm doing alright! Please, Please, PLEASE review and give any criticism and advise you have for me! I'm honestly not totally sure where to go from here so any ideas on that would be much appreciated and repaid with my eternal gratitude. So without further ado; sit back. relax. and enjoy.
Disclaimer: blah, blah, blah. JK Rowling = Goddess behind Harry Potter. Myself = Owner of nothing about this Fic.
P.S There will probably be some mistakes I didn't spell or grammar check so... It might be a little rough. Sorry!
2 weeks left till term and a first was occurring within the Granger household. Hermione was running late. She frantically rushed about her room throwing clothes and books across the room into her trunk, or rather in the general vicinity of her luggage. Downstairs and the Granger's and Mr. Weasley visited about the blender as the middle aged wizard curiously prodded the foreign device. Hermione sighed frustratedly as she scanned over her checklist one last time then carried her trunk down the stairs.
"Greetings, " Hermione exclaimed as she closed the space in between them with an affectionate hug to which he returned with a squeeze and his cheery "good morning" greeting. The young witch then turned on her heels and tightly hugged her mother and father.
"I'll write constantly" She muttered into her father's coat as a tear threatened to escape. She'd miss her mother and father, but she almost felt worse that she was excited to return to Hogwarts. In many ways it was more so home to her than with her parents.
"Bye Sweetheart" Her father said as he kissed her forehead and squeezed his daughter one last time. "Remember to feed crookshanks" Her mother said with a smile and a look at the ugly, caged Cat.
She then took a step back waving to her mother and father as held out the old shoe they would use as a portal. She took one last look around as Mr. Wealsey sent Hermione's luggage and a hissing cat ahead of them. She then grabbed the smelly shoe and was off in a violently swirling vortex.
Mr. Wealsey immediately made his way to the Burrow they had just arrived at as Hermione fought to keep down her breakfast and regained her vision. Shaking her head to rid of the blotches in her vision she made out the silhouette of her three best friends.
"Hermione!" she heard the trio call as she took a cautious step to test her balance. a few more steps and the gap was closed as they each pulled her into a warm hug. "You've got to get rid of that cat" Ron said as he lifted up his hand revealing a nasty claw mark. Hermione simply gave him a sympathetic look and exclaimed "Maybe if you'd of been nicer to him, he is a great judge of character" as she walked ahead of the group and towards her luggage and still hissing cat.
As she reached to release her overburdened cat Mrs. Weasley called from the kitchen "Hermione I hope you brought an appetite" and appeared at the doorway extending her arms in front of her usual frumpy apron and dress. Hermione stood up from her now released the beast of a cat and walked into her inviting arms.
"Oh dear, you're just like Harry; skin and bones!" she exclaimed as she released her and beckoned her into the kitchen "nothing a little of my cooking can't fix." The bushy haired witch laughed at this and sat at the table where the twins were already digging into the feast that laid before them. "Hello Hermione" They said in sync as she sat beside either Fred or George she wasn't totally sure. "What have you two been working on?" she asked curiously as she pulled some soot out of their hair and held it in front of them suspiciously. "Wouldn't you like to know" they replied with a wink between mouthfuls of stew. Harry, Ginny and Ron joined the table as 3 more bowls of hearty stew appeared in front of them. Hermione looked around the table fondly happy to be back with her friends again before digging into her own stew. Few words were exchange as the smell of 's delicious cooking drew them into a feeding frenzy.
After the meal a quittage game was proposed and as hard as Hermione tried to get out of it somehow she had been forced to not only attend but play. "Don't worry Hermione, i'll protect you" ron said as he puffed out his chest heroically. Hermione held back a giggle at his flirtatious antics. These comments would usually annoy her, but she was rather happy to be back with friends. "If only he knew" she thought to herself as she followed the group outside towards their makeshift quittage field.
The sun was hot as hell and the field was jumping with all sorts of itchy critters. This was not Hermione's idea of an enjoyable pastime on such a day, but she held her tongue and put on a smile. Ginny tossed a broom Hermione's way and she held the death stick cautiously as she remembered her past experiences with the art of broom flying. Soon the game begun and Hermione simply stayed out of the way as Ginny and Harry battled for the snitch and fred and George bat each other for the Quaffle. When she wasn't dodging flying Weasleys she simply watched her cat play below chasing the garden gnomes or catching bugs. An hour and 3 bloody noses later the game was over much to Hermione's relief.
This was how the next 2 weeks went. Everyday Mrs. Weasley made 3 feasts a day and hermione was dragged into a quittage game. It was nice spending time with the Weasley's when Ron wasn't flirting with her and Mamma Weasley wasn't yelling at the twins for their experiments gone awry. On the last night Mr. Weasley brought news from the ministry that the Triwizard tournament was to take place this year at Hogwarts. Harry was clueless as usual to wizarding tradition and thankfully Hermione had read about it in a book once. 3 schools would come together and have 1 representative from each fight in the tournament. Mr and Mrs Weasley seemed nervous about the tournament while Fred and George seemed to be plotting how to enter themselves in. Harry, Ron and Ginny seemed to be back to talking about Quittage, and Hermione didn't know what to think about the tournament, it didn't really affect her since she wasn't old enough to enter, but it seemed to worry the older Weasley's which was rather curious to her.
Ginny and Hermione stayed most of the night talking about the coming year. Both of them were excited about the 2 new schools joining Hogwarts for the year. Ginny had heard the Durmstrang had the most handsome wizards to which Hermione rolled her eyes more excited to see the beautiful Beauxbaton girls. Hermione had known for a while she was gay. The only person she had told thus far was Ginny and Harry. Ron seemed to have an idea that he and Hermione would be together and she didn't have the heart to tell him. Soon the gossiping pair found themselves fighting to keep their eyelids up and they surrendered to their beds.
They awoke to a rooster crow and a grumpy Mrs. Weasley announcing breakfast. Hermione immediately regretted that she stayed up so late. wiping the sleep out of her eyes she miserably stumbled down the stairs with Ginny trailing behind her. The kitchen table was overflowing with their last feast before Hogwarts. Fresh Eggs, pancakes, bacon, waffles, grits, potatoes, toast all littered the table and as she walked towards it the twins rushed passed her in excitement to eat followed by Ron and Harry. A smiling Mr. Weasley gave his regular, jolly "Good Morning" as Hermione and Ginny sat with the ravenous boys stuffing their faces. Mrs. Weasley chatted all through the meal reminding them to study and be polite.
After the meal the Weasley's did their annual trek to King's Cross station. Inside Mrs. Weasley burst into tears and exclaimed "When did you grow up" while hugging her only Daughter. Ginny blushed and patted her back awkwardly. After the frumpy witch told all her kids to behave and told Hermione and Harry that they were as much family as their own kids they all boarded the familiar train. The twins immediately ran to the back of the train and the 4 found a booth alone. All Ron and Harry seemed to want to talk about was Quittage so Hermione found herself dozing off against crookshanks cage.
Upon arrival they were beckoned into the castle by an ever angry looking Filch. Hermione was bombarded by old friends hugs and "I missed you"'s as she walked into the great hall. Upon entrance she had to gasp as she looked at the decor. The great hall had never looked so ornate. The ceiling was illuminated with floating candles and the grandiose chandeliers hung down all connected by sparkling jewels. The house flags hung over each table and the head table was decorated ornately with enchanted ribbons. In the center of the hall stood a large goblet and Hermione had to remind herself of the significance of this year. As everyone found their seat a familiar "tink" of Dumbledore's glass caused the conversation to cease. New students were sorted and Dumbledore welcomed all then he began to talk about the "Triwizard Tournament". He described the history and the rules and at the end two groups burst through the great hall doors.
First were the strong men of Durmstrang. They all wore green sweaters and dark pants and as they marched in step the whole great hall shook with their power. Girls swooned at their chiseled facial features and muscles rippling beneath their tight sweaters. Boys rolled their eyes as the girls they had eyes for fell under the Durmstrang spell. Hermione simply looked on boredly.
That is until the second group paraded through. That was when Hermione saw the most beautiful and graceful sight she'd ever seen. Lead by a tall, slender woman came the lovely women of Beauxbaton. they wore powder blue dresses and hats and practically danced across the hall. Hermione's eyes however fell on one particular Beauxbaton student. She stood near the front of the posse and seemed to be the leader amongst the students. She had her blonde hair back and her striking blue eyes scanned the room with confidence. Hermione couldn't help but stare at the girl and tried to memorise her every inch. when she sat however Hermione was forced out of her trance when the beautiful girl's eyes met her own. Hermione shook her head from side to side as if to break from her trance. Shit. Shit. Shit. was all Hermione could think as she saw the Beauxbaton beauty rise from her seat with a smirk on her face and make her way towards herself. "Could you pass the Bouillabaisse?" a french accented voice asked above Hermione's head. Beside her Hermione heard Ron sputter nonsense and Harry couldn't say a word, but just sat there frozen in place. Hermione quickly grabbed the fish stew and thrust it in the direction of the french witch. Hermione risked a glance at Fleur and found her smiling warmly down at the younger witch. "Merci ma chère" spoke down at Hermione to which she returned "Not a problem". Then as quickly as she came the French witch turned on her heels and headed back towards her friends.
Once again please review and any ideas on where to go from here would be lovely! Hope you enjoyed my first chapter! I promise not to abandon this story, but I refuse to rush out my next chapter! It will be out soon (within a week or so most likely), but I'm not going to rush to put out a mediocre chapter just to get it out there, GOT IT? good. Until next time, friends!