By Katie
Disclaimer: I do not own anything even affiliated with the Harry Potter series or J. K. Rowling.
Author's Note: This is my very first Harry Potter fanfic so please be kind.
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Another year began at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger all gathered in the Great Hall at the beginning of the year to watch the sorting hat organize all of the first year students into their houses. All three of them had experienced that when they first arrived. Harry hadn't known anything about the wizarding world before he kept getting letters, and finally when the over-sized man named Hagrid came to get him. Ron Weasley, on the other hand, with his flaming red hair, had known pretty much all there was to know about Hogwarts from his other siblings. He had five older brothers, Charlie, Bill and Percy, the twins Fred and George, then he came, and lastly, his younger sister, Ginny. Then there was Hermione Granger; she was a different story. She was brilliant, clever, and modest. She knew practically all there was to know about the wizarding world. She was a muggle-born, but was an outstanding witch. The three of them were the very best of friends. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were going on their fifth year at Hogwarts.
Summer stories were already beginning to filter through the halls. The hottest story was about Hermione. Since, the previous year, the famous quidditch seeker Viktor Krum had invited Hermione to visit him. He kept inviting her, but she always said no. When he pressed her as to why, she said, "I don't think my parents would approve." He replied, "I can fix that. I will have my parents talk to your parents." Hermione, not knowing how to get out of the situation said, "Oh, fine. I'm sure my parents would love to talk to your parents." Hermione was a bit dismayed when her parents informed her that they had a lovely conversation with the Krums, and thought, "What an enriching experience for Hermione to visit Bulgaria." Although she was intrigued by the idea of going to Bulgaria, she didn't really want to go, because of the concerns of Lord Voldemort's rising and her lack of attraction toward Viktor. Hermione cautiously went anyway, understanding where her parents were coming from… an opportunity to see the world. But that's not how the rest of the students saw it.
As the children began to disperse into their houses, Ron finally pipes up and says, "So, Hermione, how's Vicky?"
"Shut up, Ron." Harry muttered under his breath so she wouldn't hear. "Don't. Just don't. She said she was sorry. And I forgive her. It isn't a big deal."
Hermione kept her eyes on the floor until they reached the Fat Lady. "Fly swatter" she said softly, and the picture opened. They kept walking until they entered the Gryffindor common room.
"How was it? Did you have a nice time with Viktor?" He continued to tease, acting as though he hadn't heard a word Harry had said.
"Ron!" Harry erupted in anger. Hermione looked in his direction, and saw his green eyes burning in fury. His eyes softened when he glanced at Hermione, but she averted her vision away from the two boys.
"I'll see you two later." She said, and walked to the stairs and into her dormitory.
"Look what you've done!" Harry spat. "Now she's…. I don't know. She left."
"She didn't seem upset." Ron reasoned.
"But you hurt her feelings."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Ron rolled his eyes. "She's always got hurt feelings."
Harry sighed in disgust.
Besides the Viktor/Hermione Story there was also the Harry/Hermione Story which was floating with much less detail. As more and more students started entering the house common room, a few had heard that Harry and Hermione were now an "item". Draco Malfoy had approached them in the Great Hall and teased them. Ever since they arrived, it seemed like Hermione was upset. Harry figured it was because she knew they'd be teased, but Harry had assured her that people wouldn't care, yet again, Hermione was right.
So, now in the Gryffindor common room Harry sits on a large chair in front of the fire wondering what the rest of the evening will bring. In the background he hears Professor McGonagall giving orientation and council to a new pupil.
"…And this is the Gryffindor common room. This is where you'll do your homework and live. If you would like, you could do your homework in the library, but this is where the rest of your house usually is. I will assign you someone to show you around and help you around school with just the little things like the stairways, the passwords, and where you're supposed to be and when. That person is a very good student, and is adored by most of the staff here. Her name is Hermione Granger; she's a perfect. She should be around here somewhere." Professor McGonagall replied, searching for the girl with the fluffy hair.
At the mention of Hermione's name, Harry's head whipped around to face the professor.
"Um, Professor," Harry started, standing up to meet Professor McGonagall. "Hermione is in her dormitory. I think there's something wrong."
"Oh, dear." Professor McGonagall sighed. "Come along. You can meet Hermione in your dormitory." She said to the girl with sleek, dark brown hair. The girl smiled slightly at Harry, but Harry felt the sparkle in her dark brown eyes.
Harry felt a vacuum-like swoosh as the girl with the sleek, dark hair, and deep brown eyes left the room. As he stood where the two women had been Harry thought, I've never felt like this before.
Author's Note: Ok, that's it! This is the first taste of my very first Harry Potter Fan Fiction! Review and let me know what you thought of it! Thanks!