Hi everyone. This is my first story in almost two years. Please let me know what you think about it and whether I should continue or not. Yes this will eventually be a Dramionie pairing. Please R&R. Thanks!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS ONLY THE PLOTLINE!
Hermione sat patiently in her seat. The sun was starting its descent into the horizon leaving a trail of soft orange and pink hues in its wake. Tomorrow was the 1st of September, marking another beginning to a new year at Hogwarts. And this seemed to be the reason for the huddled gathering in the sitting room of Grimmauld place awaiting Professor McGonagall's' arrival. Around her, fellow war survivors and friends gathered around in the room, attempting to squish into the various plush sofas Mrs Weasley had placed around the 3 walls of the room, the 4th hosting a roaring fire pit, engulfing the room with a warm scarlet hue and dancing shadows. So blatantly Gryffindor. This room had been her favourite part of headquarters and was sure she was not alone in this. This room unlike the rest of the dreary headquarters had not remained under the original design of the Black ancestral home, much to Kreacher's annoyance. Alas the room was lined with newspaper articles of their success over Voldemort as well as photographs of the golden trio, Sirius Black, Dumbledore and other Order members both departed and present. Heck even a small crumbled photograph of Snape and Dumbledore was pinned to a corner of a wall out of respect to the loyal git, and in the centre of all the muddle lay a single photo of the original members of the order. She often would catch Neville staring at his parents photograph, no longer with sadness and longing but with pride after Harry's constant reassurance of how he had made them proud.
Hermione sighed heavily as she once again glanced around the room for a sign of relatively interesting conversation topic besides Quidditch or the latest fashion stores that had perked Ginerva Weasley's interest. Meaningless to say, Ginny was not only interested in the superficialities of the Second Wizarding World, she had proved herself to be an avid fighter and an incredibly skilled witch in the war, even saving Hermione's backside a few times. Nevertheless Mione' always liked to avoid discussions on emerging wizarding bands or the like. And this was something all her friends had come to accept after seven years of friendship. Tugging a stray curl behind her ear she adjusted her position to join in on the conversation arising between Neville and Luna with Ginny and the Patil twins trying to stifle their laughs as Luna bickered on about her fathers' latest discovery in Ireland to Neville who was intently staring at her as if every word that tumbled out of the blondes mouth was going to write the new Bible. Sniggering at her muggle reference she tried to tune in to the conversation again, only to be disappointed, she believed the conversation was something about humungous live teapots that liked to steal turnips from people's gardens, invisible to the untrained eye of course. Smoothing out her already crisp ironed jeans, she again retreated back into the soft couch.
Harry, Ron, Seamus, Terry Boot, Susan Bones, and a few other remaining survivors were huddled around the fire, discussing what McGonagall could possibly want.
'Maybe she's liftin' her demand that we all come back to school' Seamus optimistically added in his thick Irish accent that had apparently made numerous girls swoon to. Hermione saw Susan huff and roll her eyes at his naïve thinking.
'Maybe mate' Harry added after his sniggers subdued, obviously mocking the young Irish lad.
Seamus let out a final comment, disregarding or perhaps not even realising the mockery in Harry's tone. 'That's the spirit mate, on ya Harry' before the familiar crack wisped through the air alerting all to the apparition of their new headmistress.
'Oh lovely you are all here, there is a few things we must go through before the start of school tomorrow'. Their professors voice was kind yet stern implying that indeed that there would be whole New Year for the young war hero's. A loud groan escaped Seamus and Ron, causing a small smile to play on everyone's lips including their headmistress infamous for her no tolerance for tardiness.
Half an hour later Hermione and her friends shuffled out of the sitting room, their muscles stiff from the prolonged sitting in such a confined area. Followed by McGonagall who had a satisfied smirk plastered across her face at the evident dread of her students returning to Hogwarts. Bones and the Patil twins said their goodbyes before stepping into the floo returning to their homes.
Hermionie stretched out her arms whislt recalling the last 30 minute debrief she had underwent regarding attendance at Hogwarts for their 8th year due to previous events. She smiled to herself knowing that she will be able to put all her extra work she had put in before the start of last year, to good use. Hermione was overjoyed at the news of her entire year, well what remained of it, being able return to classes in preparation to sit for the N.E. at the end of the year along with the 7th year students. However her joy was not shared buy others besides Neville and Luna who seemed to share her ideology that the N.E. were essential in realising their future careers.
'Oh cheer up you two! Now at least we don't have to think about what we have to do with the rest of our lives!' she chortled adding a sliver of extra enthusiasm for the annoyance of Ron and amusement of herself. She was not disappointed, with Ron sending her a ridged glare as they walked towards the kitchen. Harry chuckled under his breath, beaming at the chance to return to his beloved home.
Ron however replied with haste and another groan. 'Mionie' we already KNOW what we want to do. Me and Harry want to be auror's and work for the Ministry!'
Shaking her head 'Harry and I Ronald, Harry and I'. She was again met with another glare at her use of his full name. Throwing her head back with laughter the sat down at the long table that resided in the kitchen as Mrs Weasley shuffled about in the kitchen determined to prepare their dinner by herself, with the exception of Ginny who was permanently assigned to kitchen help by her mother. The young ginger sent a pleading look to Hermione as if to say 'help me out here would you', and before she could offer her help to mother Weasley. Molly caught sight of Ginny's attempt to avoid kitchen duty and firmly chastised Hermione for even thinking about it.
'Don't you dare young women' pointing a stubby finger in Hermione's direction as she started to move from her seat besides Harry. 'Ginerva Weasley how many times must I tell you that you cannot keep dishing your work to others'.
'But mum!' the young girl pleaded. 'No buts, young lady now quickly peel those potatoes.. the stew is almost done' Molly continued her work shaking her head whilst scuttling about the kitchen. The Golden Trio shared a laugh at the older gingers ways and the younger gingers dislike of kitchen duty.
'Hey look on the brightside, at least all all the 8th years get to share a dorm to themselves! And we don't even have too be in classes with the annoying 7th years'
'Hey!' Ginny exclaimed from the kitchen 'I'm a 7th year!' Ron turned his back on his younger sister murmuring 'exactly' under his breath.
Harry couldn't resist smiling at his best friend anguish then remembered another regulation his headmistress had placed upon then as a condition of their return and his face fell. 'Uegh I can't believe we wont be able to choose our subjects for this year' Ron upon hearing this let out another series groans that had escaped his mouth tonight, and repeatedly begun banging his head on the wooden table.
'Potions, BLOODY POTIONS! WHY DO I HAVE TO DO POTIONS!?' Catching his breath slightly 'At least the greasy slime ball wont be teach.. OUCH! MIONIE!' Ron rubbed his shoulder hissing at the stinging pain that Hermione had left from her repeated slapping to his arm. 'Alright are you Mione'?
'RONALD WEASLEY! DON'T INSULT SNAPE YOU KNOW THAT HE WAS OUR SIDE!' The teenagers head dipped in embarrassment and in shame and muffled out a small 'sorry'. She then sat in silence allowing her two best friends to talk about quidditch and the upcoming school year. Ron was right sharing a dorm with some of her closest friends without house prejudice and segregation was going to be great.
Sorry for the short introduction. If reviews go well, the chapters will get longer and more eventful. But until then.
-DarkMajishian