Hello people! I am back with another story, this one, like the last one, about Harmione! I hope you enjoy it! One thing. I have gotten a ton of requests to do a Dramione story. Why do you guys like it? If I get more than 5 PMs with reasonable reasons on why I should do it, I will. If no one says that, then it won't be my fault! Be warned!
Harry
"Why did you do that Ron? She could be dead by now, and it will be your fault!" I yelled at Ron as we tried to open the door.
"So what? It doesn't really matter," Ron retorted, shrugging his shoulders, giving up, "It's not like anyone is going to miss her!"
"What about her parents?"
A silence passed between us, and I finally opened the door. I saw the troll looking at Hermione, and she tried to make herself as small as possible. Hermione screamed as the monster hefted it's club.
"We have to save her" I yelled over the din. Ron nodded, and he threw the only spell I think.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron shouted. The troll didn't seem affected, but he turned to me. The next few moments whirled by so fast I didn't even notice. I tugged Hermione while Ron was having trouble with the troll. A thunderous crack whipped through the air, and I felt something shake the ground.
"Hermione, is that your wand?" I asked. She nodded slightly, and I tossed it to her.
"What on Earth are you doing in here?" Professor McGonagall asked, appearing behind us.
"Oh ummm.." I stammered, but Hermione saved us.
"It wasn't my fault I was here at the wrong time," Hermione saved, "Ron was being mean to me, so I ran here. Out of nowhere, the troll appeared, Harry came with Ron in tow, and managed to defeat the troll."
"Five points from Gryffindor for disobeying orders." Snape drawled.
"Ten points to Ron and Harry for defeating something no seventh year has defeated in the history of Hogwarts." McGonagall countered, "Hermione, you should go to the hospital wing with Mr. Potter here. Ronald, you stay, I need to talk to you about your little temper issues."
I nodded, and pulled Hermione out. Her skin was a bit on the hot side, but pale.
"Thanks for saving me Harry. I would be dead if you didn't kill it." Hermione said. I nodded, and once we reached the stairs to the hospital wing floor, Hermione winced while grabbing the handrails.
"Are you okay?" I asked. Hermione placed a hand on her left shoulder.
"I got hit with porcelain." she admitted quietly, "A few pieces cut me and stayed there. I was whacked with the club on my left leg."
Could a troll really cause that much injuries?
"Are you sure you can make it up without me supporting you?" I asked, feeling a rise of heat. Hermione nodded confidently, and started up, limping just barely. I followed behind her, making sure that something bad wouldn't happen.
"Madam Pomfrey, Hermione got…" I went on explaining what happened, and Hermione was instantly ushered into a cot-bed thing.
"You will need to stay here for at least an hour before walking to the Gryffindor Tower. No excuses." Madam Pomfrey ordered, and turned to me, "You might want to stay here to keep Ms Granger company."
We both nodded, and Madam Pomfrey proceeded to look at the wounds. When Hermione's left wound appeared, it already looked bad. A dark shade of purple was around a slightly bleeding I-don't-know-what-it-was, with a slight green tinge all around the purple.
"This is not good." Madam Pomfrey and Hermione said at the same time.
"What?"
"Mountain trolls have this moss that covers the club. When a victim is hit with it, the moss comes off, and latches itself onto the skin. The moss prevents that certain place from being used for three hours. After those hours, walking will be painful, forcing me to limp, and if the leg has too much pressure on it, the limp will be permanent." Hermione explained.
"Is there a faster way to cure it?" I asked.
"There can be a way, but Ms Granger will have to deal with a lot of pain for a few minutes if the moss should be removed in a quick manner."
Hermione nodded, and the Healer proceeded to pour a potion on Hermione's wound. It hissed and fizzed, causing small strange bubbles of what looked like blood to appear. A small scream came out, shattering the silence. The green soon disappeared, but the purple stayed there. Healing charms were cast on the bruising, and it disappeared within seconds.
"Remember, stay in bed and don't move around too much. I'll let Percy know to escort you back to your tower in one hour." Madam Pomfrey ordered, and she nodded. Madam Pomfrey made her way to her office, retiring for the night.
"So Hermione," I started uncomfortably, "How is it like living with your muggle parents?"
"Well, for starters, it's actually quite nice…" Hermione kept describing how it was living with loving parents, how a muggle school was.
"The uniforms that we had to wear were horrendous! Girls had to wear pink and black, boys had to wear white and orange." Hermione said, shuddering. After talking to Hermione for one hour, it turns out she isn't the crazy bookworm encyclopedia class Hermione, but rather a girl who can be the best friend.
"What is it like having friends?" Hermione asked. I drew a breath, then realizing what she asked.
"Hermione, Ron is my only friend, and I've only known him for today." I answered, "But it's crazy. Why?"
"I was wondering if we could be friends, possibly best friends."
I nodded, grateful to have someone else able to keep me company.
"Potter, Granger, we need to go."
Hermione slid out, slightly tripping as she later claimed that her legs were asleep. We headed to the tower in silence, where Ron was sitting near the fireplace.
"Thanks, er, Percy." I said awkwardly. He nodded, and headed up the the prefects quarters.
"Harry, why are you standing with Hermione?" he asked, a bit possessive.
"She's a friend." I replied shortly, "Thats why."
"Know-it-all?" Ron asked incredulously.
"Don't call Hermione that!" I sighed instantly.
"But why should I let her be my friend?" Ron asked, still suspicious.
"Here are my reasons: Hermione is really smart. If, at any point, You-Know-Who returns, Hermione could be an advantage to Hogwarts. Hermione isn't all about books and grades, she also is a great person to confide in, as well has be around."
"But if Malfoy knows that we've let a muggle-born be our friend, he might think we are easier to push around! We can't let that happen!"
"And it won't. I've seen Hermione on the verge of releasing anger, and already it is terrifying."
"Fine, but don't expect me to tolerate Know-It-All."
Hermione looked upset, and turned away, "Can we leave him here?"
"You could, but I need to talk to Ron." I answered.
"See you in the morning." Hermione smiled and went up the staircase. I turned to Ron, who was staring at Hermione as she walked up, a angry fire burning in his eyes.
I sighed, This will have to take a while.
Time Skip, Hermione
"Look! It's Snape who is cursing his broom!" I pointed across the field, and Ron nodded.
"Then make him stop!" Ron answered.
"Spells can't reach that far!"
"Use the speed spell and run across and do something!"
"Fine. Don't use the word 'and' in a sentence too much." I sighed, ducking out of sight and placing a speed charm. I reach the other side within seconds, and quickly thought of a spell.
"Lumos Solem." I whispered, setting Professor Snape's robes on fire, as well as Professor Quirrell. I heard a yelp, and Harry's broom stopped going wild. I ran across the stands again, just before Hagrid noticed I was missing.
"Would ya look at that? Harry's broom did something' funny, then fixed itself." Hagrid mused.
"Aaannnddd Gryffindor scores 150 points! Potter has caught the Snitch! Game ends at 170-60, with Gryffindor in the lead!" Lee Jordan yelled in the microphone.
"He swallowed it! He didn't catch it!" Flint roared afterwards. That didn't matter. Gryffindor had one the game, and Harry was safe.
"Oh look, the next seeker will be a tree frog now will it? Stop opening your mouth so wide and being a frog." Draco sneered, his two little cronies flanking him, "Oh, and mudblood is with them. I suppose they are too soft for their own good."
"50 points from Slytherin for using that awful word."
Professor McGonagall appeared behind the three boys, and they ran, like true Slytherins.
"Potter, you did well."
The Transfiguration teacher then strode across the grounds.
"Harry, you really need to clean up." I sighed, waving my wand. A simple cleaning charm siphoned off most of the dirt, but his face was another story.
"Harry, did you know…. Did you know… Did you know…" Ron chattered for an ear-splitting amount of time at the little party we had, and I headed to bed, too tired for the celebration.
"Hermione, wait."
I felt Harry's hand on my shoulder, and it burned.
"Good night." he said softly, and I nodded, walking up the stairs. I found Lavender, Parvati, and Amber already there, gossiping. We were kind of close, but not close enough to be friends.
"Can I join?" I asked. They nodded.
"Anyways, I really wish it though! I've always wondered how someone would look with my hair and Harry's eyes." Lavender gushed. I rolled my eyes slightly, shaking my head.
"What, like you will ever have a chance." Amber snapped, and turned back to the others.
"Parvati, what about you?" I asked. She shrugged.
"I'm fine with anyone who cares and loves me." she answered quietly, "Hermione?"
"I have the same ideas Parvati." I answered, "But he has to prove that he loves me, not my brain."
"Oh, so you're thinking about Harry right? You never have a chance!" Lavender drawled, fake pity lacing her voice.
"Harry has only two friends, one of which is me. If you think so, wait until our seventh year and see who he picks." I sighed, "If you ask anyone else, I think I have a higher chance, whether I would like Harry as a boyfriend or not."
"Hermione has a point." Parvati put in. Amber and Lavender both rolled their eyes. It was a wonder how they weren't put in Slytherin.
"I'm actually going back down to study." I announced, standing up. Parvati stood, and nodded.
At least she isn't going all over Harry, think she has a higher chance. If I like Harry, then I might need to take him.
As I walked down the stairs, I suddenly felt angry tears form in my eyes for the second time.
Harry
"What's wrong mate? You constantly glance at where Hermione is." Ron questioned.
"I just have this feeling. A really bad feeling about Hermione going up to her dorm."
Everyone had left, except for Ron and I. Right as I said those words, as if on cue, Hermione stormed down, tears in her eyes.
"Harry, make me a promise." Hermione whispered.
"It has to be reasonable though." I cut in.
"Don't let any other girls in your inner circle unless you are dating them. Especially Lavender and Amber." Hermione whispered, her voice only slightly louder. I looked at her strangely, expecting an explanation.
"They want to use you. They think that being your girlfriend will bring them popularity. They like the idea of you, not the real self." Hermione answered.
"Fine. But if I am forced to be partnered with them, then don't be mad." I obligated to the promise, as the reasons were good ones. Hermione nodded, and sat down on the armchairs, bringing out some rolls of parchment as well as her textbooks.
"I'm going up to bed." Ron said, yawning and going into the dorm. I saw Hermione wasn't really studying, she was actually crying again.
"Hermione?" I asked tentatively. I didn't want to make her mad, nor did I want to leave her alone.
"I feel so angry." Hermione suddenly looked up. Tears were already swimming.
"About what?"
"Those girls."
"Hermione, just let it go. I won't let them inside my inner circle. I won't break my promise." I promised, Hermione stood up, and opened her arms. I awkwardly put my arms around her, patting her head. Hermione buried her face into my chest, and even though we were really young at that time, it felt correct.
"I see the other girls coming, I need you to pretend that you are helping me study." I muttered, releasing Hermione. She opened her Potions textbook, and once the girls were within earshot and eyeshot, Hermione pretended to be exasperated.
"Harry, a bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat, and it will save you from most poisons! What do you not get?" Hermione asked, throwing her hands up in the air.
"I don't get it! I can't remember!" I cried exasperated. It was the truth though. I struggled to remember the names of all the ingredients used in potions.
"Mandrake root is used to reverse petrification?" I clarified, "And the only way to get petrified is my a basilisk?"
"Great! You remembered!" Hermione cheered. I smiled briefly, and Hermione pulled out the Charms notes.
"Do the levitating spell." Hermione ordered. I pulled out my wand, and tried to cast the simple spell.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" I tried casting the spell at the Charms book, and it levitated just very slightly.
"Harry!" Lavender's voice floated into earshot, and I ignored it. Hermione shot a look at me, and I paid no attention to the girls.
"Hermione, what am I doing wrong?" I asked.
"Your wrist is supposed to flick a bit more, and you should stop trembling." Hermione answered, pulled out her own wand, and demonstrating. I nodded, and tried a few more times.
"Hermione, I really need to go to bed. I'll see you in the morning okay?" I asked. Hermione smiled sweetly, and I headed off to the dorm.
"What are you doing to my future boyfriend?" I heard as I was climbing up. I didn't care less. Hermione was my best friend, Ron was my best friend, and I already have my dreams laid out for me.
Time Skip To Christmas, Harry
"Harry, Harry! Wake up! You have presents!" Ron's excited voice woke me up, and my eyes cleared to see an enormous pile of presents, which was obviously larger. I didn't want that many, it was too much.
"Why do I have so many?" I asked.
"More than three fourths of them are from girls." Ron answered.
"Harry, don't eat anything that girls give you. I've have convinced a seventh year to get a neutralizer potion. Before you open any of those gifts, sip some of it. Don't take all of it. Keep it for a while, and if any girl offers you a piece of food, take the potion first." Hermione had said. I pulled out gifts that were from Mrs. Weasley, and opened it. A knitted sweater fell out, and a box of brownie brittle.
"Mum sent you that sweater?" Ron groaned. I pulled out another package, and I unwrapped it. Something silvery and silky slid out, as well as a note.
Your father gave me this a few days before his death. He asked that I pass it on to you if he died.
"Harry, I will give you anything, anything in the world for something like that." Ron cried. I looked at him, confused.
"That's an invisibility cloak!" he yelped.
"A what?" Neville, Dean, and Seamus asked.
"Someone passed on something my father owned." I answered. I threw it over my shoulders, and everyone started at where I was standing. I looked down, and I wasn't there anymore. I pulled it off, and started unwrapping Hermione's present. Hermione had given me a book on how to get full scores on homework and tests, and I smiled. This would come in handy. I glanced at the now small pile of gifts from girls, and quickly sipped some of the potion. All the girls got me were things I didn't want:
Lavender: A 'BFF' necklace. Like I will ever wear that
Amber: Chocolates, obviously filled with love potion. I decided to place it in one of the Slytherin's bags.
There were also gifts from girls I didn't know: More chocolates, a self inking quill (might have love potion on it), a Ravenclaw badge, cards, food, and things like that.
"These girls," I groaned, "Have no taste at all when it comes to presents."
Ron and Neville roared with laughter, and we headed down to the common room.
"Hermione! I just remembered!" I pulled out a slim package, and gave it to Hermione.
"Harry, it's beautiful!" Hermione cried, picking up the long, slender, pure white swan feather quill. I had gotten it in Diagon Alley, buying it because I had that feeling that I would need it for something.
"It's also unbreakable and has the Everlasting Self Inking Charm." I added. Hermione beamed, and the Gryffindor girls that wanted me appeared. I glanced at Hermione, and she nodded, evidently getting the message.
"Why does she get a quill from Harry? I think we deserve it more!" Amber snatched the quill from Hermione, and I turned to face the girls.
"Give the quill back to Hermione." I hissed.
"I want it Harry! I know you like me better." Amber said arrogantly. It was a wonder how she wasn't in Slytherin.
"Give it back to Hermione, or consider yourself an outsider in my friend group." I snapped. Amber handed the quill back to Hermione, and we hurried out of the common room to breakfast.
"Hermione, what is it with the other girls that want fame?" I furiously whispered, and in my head, I added And a boy who has his life already planned out, each route having the same outcome.
"They want to be popular. They want attention." Hermione answered. We walked into the hall together, and a silence fell. I didn't know what it was, but many girls looked at Hermione, like she had personally offended them. I sat down next to Ron, and Hermione followed.
"Ron, what are you doing? Are you eating or stuffing your face?" I jokingly teased. Ron rolled his eyes, suppressing a smile. I started eating some Christmas colored pancakes, and Hermione pulled out a book.
"What did you get mate?" Ron asked between bites.
"Some garbage from my muggle family, a wooden flute from Hagrid, a book from Hermione, the sweater from your mum, and some things girls sent me." I answered.
"Hermione?" Ron asked.
"I got books from my parents, a small red and gold pendant necklace from my aunt, and a swan feather quill from Harry!" Hermione beamed.
"Ron?"
"I got a sweater, a brand new wizard chess set, some studying books, and a wooden letter R." Ron said dejectedly.
"Look on the bright side, at least you got a brand new chess set!" Hermione exclaimed, before turning back to her book.
"True." Ron answered in the same tone, before eating again.
"Harry, are you doing to play Quidditch again?" Fred or George asked, "Or would you like a snowball fight?"
"I'd rather be in the common room doing my homework." I answered, causing Hermione to look up.
"That's great! Do you want to do it together?" Hermione asked excitedly. I chuckled to myself, and we stood up, heading to our common room. Fred and George rolled their eyes, and headed outside with Ron.
"Hermione, could you give me some pointers on my Charms essay?" I asked. Hermione nodded, and I pulled out my essay and quill. Hermione pulled out her usual gray quill, wand, books, and essay.
"Harry, there were some grammar mistakes, but other than that, I thinks its good." Hermione said, rolling up the parchment. I sighed in relief, and Hermione pulled out a parchment book. Hmm, strange.
"Hermione, i-is that your es-essay?" I choked out. Hermione's essay was at least 4 feet long, written in inhumanly small handwriting. Professor Flitwick only requested 13 inches, but Hermione went an extra mile.
Time Skip, Harry
"Can we visit Hagrid?" I asked after a good half an hour of Hermione reading and doing extra credit.
"Sure, we can, but let me finish this paragraph." Hermione answered, her eyes never leaving the paper. I waited patiently, and Hermione stood up just moments after.
"Should we ask him? We need to know soon." I asked, pulled the Cloak over us. Hermione nodded, and we headed out into the snow. Hermione obscured our footprints, and we gently padded though to Hagrid's hut.
"Hagrid, it's Hermione and Harry." I said, knocking on the door. Hagrid flung the door open, and we stepped in.
"Hagrid, who is Nicholas Flamel? Why can't you tell us?" I asked. Hagrid shook his head, and I sighed.
"Neville will play Quidditch for the International Quidditch Team before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down." I muttered to Hermione. Hagrid look immediately uncomfortable.
"About Nicholas Flamel, Dumbledore told me to tell you. Strange innit?" Hagrid then proceeded to tell us who he was, and we nodded.
"So that's what Fluffy is guarding? You didn't tell anyone, did you?" Hermione supplied. Hagrid had that strange look again, and another secret was revealed.
"We need to get to Professor Dumbledore right now. Hagrid revealed his secret. He's going for the stone tonight." I immediately jumped up, and Hermione followed the suit, and we ran back to the castle. I pulled off the cloak, and hit it under my robes.
"Professor McGonagall, can we see the headmaster right now?" Hermione asked instantly.
"Dumbledore has gone to London, and won't be back soon. What is it about?" the professor asked coldly.
"It's a bit of a secret." I said stupidly.
"What?" McGonagall was instantly alert.
"The Sorcerer's Stone. Hagrid told someone how to get past Fluffy. We already have two suspicions on who will steal the Stone. He's going tonight." Hermione answered, and the books Professor McGonagall were holding fell onto the ground with a thud.
"How do you know about this?" she asked. I briefly explained how it happened, and she nodded.
"I must get the owl to Albus. He should return by tomorrow, which is earliest." the professor hurried off, and we headed outside to Ron.
"Stone. Tonight." I muttered to Ron as I walked by him invisible.
"I'm going in." Ron announced, and we hurried into the common room. I pulled off the cloak, and Hermione appeared from behind the curtain.
"Snape's going for the stone. Tonight. We need a plan."
We spent the next few hours until dinner, and once dinner came, we headed, reviewing the plan in our heads.
"We have to get back now. We need to head up." Hermione said, and we headed up. We headed up, and pretended to be casual. Night fell, and soon, we were the only ones in the common room.
"G'night 'Mione, Ron." I fake yawned, and headed up. They nodded, and Ron followed my steps. Hermione went to her dorm, and we pretended to fall asleep. The moon had rose a bit, and we headed out.
"Hermione? You there?" Ron whispered. Hermione came out, and we headed to the Fat Lady.
"What-what are you guys doing? We can't lose anymore points!" Neville leaped up, standing in front of the portrait, "I'll- I'll fight you if I have to!"
"Petrificus Totalus!" Hermione whispered, and we walked around Neville, and I whispered an apology. His eyes followed us, and we headed out the portrait. The walk was surprisingly short, with not one person, ghost, or Peeves catching us. I gently pried open the door, and we walked in.
"Now!" Hermione murmured. I put Hagrid's flute to my mouth, and started blowing into it. It was like an owl, like Hedwig. Fluffy's eyes slowly dropped, leaving open the trapdoor. We jumped in, and I still held the note until we were safe.
"Snape must have left the harp back there!" I exclaimed, and Hermione screamed.
"What is that?" Ron yelped.
"Devil's Snare!" Hermione quickly cast a charm, and the plant writhed away from the flames, and we dropped in. We were greeted by thousands and thousands of shining birds. No, keys.
"Grab a broom. Look for a sliver, old fashioned key." I instructed, and threw them both Cleansweep 5's. They caught it, and rocketed around. I spotted the key, and called to them some other instructions.
Now or never.
I shot forward, and grabbed the battered key. Hermione and Ron touched safely, and I put the key into the lock. It was released, and we were greeted by a huge chess set.
"We need to play chess! Harry, take the place of that bishop, and Hermione, take the place of the castle. I'll take the knight's place, and we need to play across. Don't move unless I tell you to, or else we can't make it across." Ron instructed, and we took the place of the chessmen.
Ron played us across the board, and once he realized that we were in danger, he darted about, taking pieces, leaving us a free path.
"This has to be done! Trust me!"
Ron moved his horse closer to the queen, allowing a free path to the king, and Ron got hit off the horse.
"Ron!" Hermione yelled.
"Go!" Ron cried feebly. I moved in front of the king diagonally.
"Checkmate." I said, trembling. The king took off his crown, and threw it at the ground in front of me. They bowed, allowing us to pass through this strange threshold. Fire immediately sprang up, in all four directions. Hermione picked up a piece of paper, and it was from Snape's handwriting that told us it was bad news.
Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
Two of us will help you, whichever you would find,
One among us seven will let you move ahead,
Another will transport the drinker back instead,
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.
Choose, unless you wish to stay here for evermore,
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide
You will always find some on nettle wine's left side;
Second, different are those who stand at either end,
But if you would move onwards, neither is your friend;
Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;
Fourth, the second left and the second on the right
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.
"Brilliant! It's logic!" Hermione exclaimed. She walked down the the row of potions, pointing to them and muttering to herself.
"The round one will get one of us through the flames from behind, and the smallest one will get you forward." Hermione proclaimed.
"But it's so small!" I protested.
"It will only take you." Hermione said. Her lip slightly trembled, and suddenly, she threw her arms around me.
"Don't die alright? You are the best friend someone can ever dream of." Hermione requested. I patted her back awkwardly.
"You are as well, all about the brains." I said in return.
"Books! Cleverness! That's not as important as friendship and bravery." Hermione cried, and the grip on me was finally released.
She grabbed the potion, and took a sip, "It's like ice. I need to go before it wears off."
I nodded, watching her figure retreat until I couldn't see it from the impossibly long corridor. I picked up the smallest bottle, and drank it down. It was like ice. I ran through the flames, and opened a door.
What I saw shocked me the most.
It wasn't Snape.
He wasn't even trembling.
It was Professor Quirrell.
"You!" I yelled.
"Me. Who did you expect, Snape?" he sneered. I nodded. He snapped his fingers, and ropes snaked over my legs and arms.
"Let me go!" I demanded. He sneered, walked around something.
The Mirror of Erised.
"Master, where was is this stone?" he muttered.
"Use the boy… Use the boy." a high pitched, evil, snakelike voice filled the room. I wondered what was making that sound, as there was no one else.
"Potter, come here." Quirrell ordered. The ropes pushed me forward, and he demanded what I saw. I saw my reflection, scared, green eyes glittering. My reflection winked, and dropped the Stone into my pocket. Something heavy fell in, and I realized that I had gotten the Stone.
"I see my mum, my dad. I see my family, my grandfather, grandmother, deceased family. I also see myself holding the House and Quidditch Cup." I fabricated.
"The boy lies, the boy lies." the voice was heard again, "Let me speak to him, face to face."
"Master, you are not strong enough!"
"I have enough strength for this… for this…."
Quirrell started to unwrap his turban, and the sickly smell became worse. He turned, and I saw a horrible sight.
Bone white skin, slit nostrils, and blood red eyes.
Voldemort returned.
The next hour or something I couldn't remember.
Something about me burning Quirrell, something about a curse, something about a high pitched voice.
I saw something gold above me. I tried to catch the Snitch, but my arms were weighing me down.
Nope, it was Dumbledore's glasses. I couldn't really remember much, but all I remembered was the important information that he gave: Voldemort has returned.
"He has risen, and he wants to kill me?" I summarized. He nodded. I asked why, but no answer. The headmaster just rose up, and walked outside. After a while, I wanted to see my friends.
"Fine. Five minutes only." Madam Pomfrey let Hermione and Ron in. I explained the story, and they gasped at the right times.
"Oh Harry! I'm so glad that you didn't die!" Hermione cried. I gave her my awkward hug again, and Ron was standing behind Hermione.
"Everyone has been asking about it, and rumors have been flying around. What's the real story mate?" Ron asked. I proceeded to tell the story, but it was the few times the actual story was more exciting than the rumors. Hermione actually yelped when she heard what was under his turban.
"Out! You had nearly 15 minutes! Out!" Madam Pomfrey ushered them out of the Hospital Wing, and I laid back to rest.
Time Skip, Hermione
"... I award 10 points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."
The Gryffindor house erupted, all piling on top of a very embarrassed Neville. Dumbledore clapped his hands, the green/silver snake turned into the red/gold Gryffindor lion. I saw McGonagall shaking Snape's hand, and he smirked/grinned in Harry's direction. I'll explain later.
"That was an eventful year right?" Harry asked Ron and I while we were eating. Ron and I nodded, and we headed back to the tower.
"I'm going to pack early." I announced, going to my tower. I used complicated charms, clearing my stuff into my trunk, Lavender, Parvati, and Amber walked in.
"He finally said hi to me! I wonder if he likes me." Amber sighed.
"Hermione, what do you think? Which one of us will be better with Harry?" Lavender asked, pointing to herself and Amber. I held back a laugh, incredulous.
"I have a hunch on who Harry likes." I answered. They were immediately on guard.
"Who?" they choursed.
"Like I said, I have a hunch." I answered, turning back to my trunk. I piled books, robes, quills, parchment, all back in, and had a spare for tomorrow.
"Hermione, how is like living as a muggle-born?" Parvati suddenly asked.
"It depends on which muggles you live with. If you live with your parents, it is like the wizarding house, but with no magic, and doing everything with hand power." I answered. I managed to stuff my Hogwarts, A History inside my trunk, and it locked by itself.
"I'm going to sleep early." I announced, climbing into my four poster bed for the last time (until next school year). I managed to fall asleep with all the clattering.
I was the first one to wake in the morning, and got up silently. I headed to the common room to see Harry already up, staring into the fire. I sat down next to him on the long couch, startling him.
"Hey Hermione." he greeted. His eyes met mine, and I felt a brotherly affection to Harry.
"How did you sleep?" I asked.
"I couldn't sleep. I don't want to go back." Harry answered, still meeting my eyes.
"If your uncle and aunt say yes, you could visit." I suggested, "My parents would love to meet you."
"They make me work. I most likely won't be able to go. Best scenario? I'll get shut in my room for the entire summer." Harry shrugged, returning his gaze to the fire. I placed a soft hand on his shoulder, hoping to give him some hope.
"Harry, it's going to be okay. I promise I'll write to you alright?" I promised. Harry nodded. He suddenly gave me a hug. It felt like a gesture from a brother, someone that I will never leave behind.
"I hope it will."
So that will be it for the first chapter! I really hope you enjoyed it! This was over 20 pages long. Please tell me what you think about the Dramione idea! Please review, and I will see you all next time!