Changing Lanes
By: Rialle Hemple
Chapter 1
"Harry! Ron! Wait!" Hermione screamed at the two boys as they were walking down to breakfast.
"What's the rush, Hermione?" Harry asked, "I mean, why do you all of a sudden need to go to breakfast? Isn't this your studying time?"
"Yes, but I-I didn't want to be alone again. You two are always leaving me to do stuff. I thought I was part of your, you know, group. I thought I was your friend." Hermione walked away stiffly, her prefect badge shining.
"Ever since she got her Gryffindor prefect badge, she's really been out of it! Gosh, I don't think I can stand her for much longer!!" Ron stated as he took a seat in the Great Hall and started chowing down.
"Whatever. Ron, don't stat with Hermione again. She just got her prefect badge. It's fifth year. We haven't seen each other all summer and she's under a lot of pressure. Give her a break." Harry told Ron off.
"C'mon then. We're going to study in the library!"
"Wait! I still have to eat! And what about my broom!" Harry grabbed his broom and some food and left for the library.
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"Exactly what is the point of studying the re-sorting ceremony, Hermione? It hasn't been done in 200 years! We don't even need to know about it!" Ron was attempting to point out to Hermione.
"I know, I know, it's just that I want to know. You know, for the future."
"Harry, do you think she's telling the truth?" he said playfully
"I dunno. Looks pretty fishy to me." Harry replied
"F-fishy? Why would anything be fishy. It's just that I'm looking into it."
Hermione took the book, and left to the Gryffindor common room. "Cauldron cakes" She said to the fat lady and she entered. Can I really want this? She thought to herself, I mean, I know I'm out of place but, SLYTHERIN? Just give it a week or so, then decide what you're doing.
She decided on it. "Okay, then. One week. Then it's the re-sorting ceremony or it's not?"
"What's not what?" Neville had been sitting in a big armchair the whole time. "Hermione, what're you talking about? What's the re-sorting ceremony?"
"Nothing, Neville. Just something I'm studying. You know me, always studying usless things. Well, goodnight!" She walked off to the girls' dorms\
"But Hermione! Wait!" Neville called, "It's not.even.lunch yet." Neville just shrugged it off and sat there again, studying Potions.
"Yeah, I guess she HAS gone mental! I mean, did you notice that in the last three days, shes been studying the differences between Slytherin and Gryffindor, the famous people from both houses, and the re-sorting ceremony?" Harry pointed out as he walked into the Gryffindor Common Room.
"H-Harry. She was talking about switching to Slytherin in a week's time." Neville all of a sudden-ly spoke up.
"What?" Ron blurted out, "No, you must've made a mistake. She loves Gryffindor, and despises Slytherin. Neville, you're wrong. You must be! That's not like Hermione the prefect!!" Ron said in a mocking tone, then sat in an armchair.
"Whatever. How about a game of Wizard's chess?" Harry implied to Ron as he sat and got out his set, "I mean, it's completely NOT Hermione."
Chapter 1
"Harry! Ron! Wait!" Hermione screamed at the two boys as they were walking down to breakfast.
"What's the rush, Hermione?" Harry asked, "I mean, why do you all of a sudden need to go to breakfast? Isn't this your studying time?"
"Yes, but I-I didn't want to be alone again. You two are always leaving me to do stuff. I thought I was part of your, you know, group. I thought I was your friend." Hermione walked away stiffly, her prefect badge shining.
"Ever since she got her Gryffindor prefect badge, she's really been out of it! Gosh, I don't think I can stand her for much longer!!" Ron stated as he took a seat in the Great Hall and started chowing down.
"Whatever. Ron, don't stat with Hermione again. She just got her prefect badge. It's fifth year. We haven't seen each other all summer and she's under a lot of pressure. Give her a break." Harry told Ron off.
"C'mon then. We're going to study in the library!"
"Wait! I still have to eat! And what about my broom!" Harry grabbed his broom and some food and left for the library.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Exactly what is the point of studying the re-sorting ceremony, Hermione? It hasn't been done in 200 years! We don't even need to know about it!" Ron was attempting to point out to Hermione.
"I know, I know, it's just that I want to know. You know, for the future."
"Harry, do you think she's telling the truth?" he said playfully
"I dunno. Looks pretty fishy to me." Harry replied
"F-fishy? Why would anything be fishy. It's just that I'm looking into it."
Hermione took the book, and left to the Gryffindor common room. "Cauldron cakes" She said to the fat lady and she entered. Can I really want this? She thought to herself, I mean, I know I'm out of place but, SLYTHERIN? Just give it a week or so, then decide what you're doing.
She decided on it. "Okay, then. One week. Then it's the re-sorting ceremony or it's not?"
"What's not what?" Neville had been sitting in a big armchair the whole time. "Hermione, what're you talking about? What's the re-sorting ceremony?"
"Nothing, Neville. Just something I'm studying. You know me, always studying usless things. Well, goodnight!" She walked off to the girls' dorms\
"But Hermione! Wait!" Neville called, "It's not.even.lunch yet." Neville just shrugged it off and sat there again, studying Potions.
"Yeah, I guess she HAS gone mental! I mean, did you notice that in the last three days, shes been studying the differences between Slytherin and Gryffindor, the famous people from both houses, and the re-sorting ceremony?" Harry pointed out as he walked into the Gryffindor Common Room.
"H-Harry. She was talking about switching to Slytherin in a week's time." Neville all of a sudden-ly spoke up.
"What?" Ron blurted out, "No, you must've made a mistake. She loves Gryffindor, and despises Slytherin. Neville, you're wrong. You must be! That's not like Hermione the prefect!!" Ron said in a mocking tone, then sat in an armchair.
"Whatever. How about a game of Wizard's chess?" Harry implied to Ron as he sat and got out his set, "I mean, it's completely NOT Hermione."