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Chapter 1: Getting Ready
Torrential rains poured outside the dark, dreary house.
Hermione Granger sighed with an air of impatience and boredom. "Seventh year starts tomorrow," she thought. "I haven't heard from Harry or Ron for two weeks. Maybe they've forgotten about me." Unlikely as it was that they would forget about her, Hermione still assumes these things. She got up and walked across the room to her trunk. She checked, for the 100th time, to see if her things were in order. Bleep, bleep! The clock on her dresser alerted her that it was 2:00 A.M. "Wow, maybe I should get some rest!" She lay down on her bed and fell asleep.
-----Hermione opened her eyes. The darkness enshrouded her and she could not see her hand in front of her face. All of a sudden she was dragged out of bed by a strong arm. "What-let go of me," she yelled. The person attached to the arm growled, "Hermione, darling! Why are you afraid of me?" This would not have frightened her, but the malice in the voice was threatening. "Who are you?" Hermione asked, cautiously. The man wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her furiously. Hermione expected to be disgusted by this man who was assaulting her, but instead, a delicious warmth spread over her and ------
Bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep! Hermione sat up straight in bed and looked at the clock, which showed 6:00 A.M. "What the heck was that all about," she thought, "That was a very strange dream." She climbed out of bed, pulled some clothes on, and went downstairs. "Hermione, sweetie, good morning! Your eggs are ready," Hermione's mother said.
Hermione kissed her mother, "Thanks, Mum. When are we leaving for the station?"
"In about an hour, love," Hermione's father had just walked in.
"Hello, Dad. Are you coming, too," Hermione asked. "Of course sweetheart! I couldn't miss my daughter's last time leaving for Hogwarts, could I? Go and get your trunk."
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"Hermione! HERMIONE!" A tall, redheaded boy was running towards her. "Hermione, so good to see you! It's been ages!" Ron Weasley hugged Hermione. "Thanks, Ron," she said, "but-you're--squeezing--the life-out of---me." "Sorry," Ron said sheepishly, "Have you seen Harry?" "No, I haven't actually," Hermione told him, "Maybe he's---" "Right here!" Harry Potter ran up to them. "Hello, mates! How're you?" "Fine," Hermione said, "but we need to get on the train now or we will miss it." All three climbed aboard and began their journey to Hogwarts.
Author's note: This is my first story on here. Please R/R. If I get enough, I will post the next chapter.
Chapter 1: Getting Ready
Torrential rains poured outside the dark, dreary house.
Hermione Granger sighed with an air of impatience and boredom. "Seventh year starts tomorrow," she thought. "I haven't heard from Harry or Ron for two weeks. Maybe they've forgotten about me." Unlikely as it was that they would forget about her, Hermione still assumes these things. She got up and walked across the room to her trunk. She checked, for the 100th time, to see if her things were in order. Bleep, bleep! The clock on her dresser alerted her that it was 2:00 A.M. "Wow, maybe I should get some rest!" She lay down on her bed and fell asleep.
-----Hermione opened her eyes. The darkness enshrouded her and she could not see her hand in front of her face. All of a sudden she was dragged out of bed by a strong arm. "What-let go of me," she yelled. The person attached to the arm growled, "Hermione, darling! Why are you afraid of me?" This would not have frightened her, but the malice in the voice was threatening. "Who are you?" Hermione asked, cautiously. The man wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her furiously. Hermione expected to be disgusted by this man who was assaulting her, but instead, a delicious warmth spread over her and ------
Bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep! Hermione sat up straight in bed and looked at the clock, which showed 6:00 A.M. "What the heck was that all about," she thought, "That was a very strange dream." She climbed out of bed, pulled some clothes on, and went downstairs. "Hermione, sweetie, good morning! Your eggs are ready," Hermione's mother said.
Hermione kissed her mother, "Thanks, Mum. When are we leaving for the station?"
"In about an hour, love," Hermione's father had just walked in.
"Hello, Dad. Are you coming, too," Hermione asked. "Of course sweetheart! I couldn't miss my daughter's last time leaving for Hogwarts, could I? Go and get your trunk."
----------------------------------Hogwarts Station-------------------------- -------------------
"Hermione! HERMIONE!" A tall, redheaded boy was running towards her. "Hermione, so good to see you! It's been ages!" Ron Weasley hugged Hermione. "Thanks, Ron," she said, "but-you're--squeezing--the life-out of---me." "Sorry," Ron said sheepishly, "Have you seen Harry?" "No, I haven't actually," Hermione told him, "Maybe he's---" "Right here!" Harry Potter ran up to them. "Hello, mates! How're you?" "Fine," Hermione said, "but we need to get on the train now or we will miss it." All three climbed aboard and began their journey to Hogwarts.
Author's note: This is my first story on here. Please R/R. If I get enough, I will post the next chapter.