Chapter 1
It's the first day of seventh year, thought Hermione. We're all back at the castle, but something doesn't seem right. She looked around the Great Hall. Gryffindor, Huffelpuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, wait! back to Ravenclaw! Someone was staring at her or something near her. It was Andrew Miller, he was also a seventh year, but she hadn't really noticed him before because he was quiet except with his friends. When he caught her looking at him, he quickly averted his eyes and went back to his dinner.
That's weird, thought Hermione. Oh well, what can I do about it? Just have to wait and see what happens.
She looked up in time to see Professor McGonagall walking down the table, handing out course schedules. "Here you are Miss Granger," she said as she handed Hermione the piece of paper.
Hermione looked down at her paper to see what her schedule was like this year. "Whatcha got, Hermione?" asked her red-headed friend, Ron from across the table. She grinned up at him.
"Let's see, Transfiguration, Charms, History of Magic, and Herbology. Tuesday I've got Ancient Runes, Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. What's yours like, Ron?"
"Same as yours cept instead of Ancient Runes I've got Divination."
Just then the bell rang, and everybody got up to go to class. "First day of the last year, you guys ready for it?" asked Harry. Ron gave Harry a look like he was crazy and Hermione just shook her head at the two of them and continued walking.
The next few months passed without anything unusual, except for Neville getting detention with Snape for about the umpteenth time. But one event stands out in Hermione's mind. It happened at the second Quidditch match of the year, Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw.
Since the two Houses don't hate each other like Gryffindor and Slytherin, many Ravenclaws were mixed in with the Gryffindors to show them that they are glad to play them and won't grudge them if they lose (A/N: which they probably will.)
At the start of warm-ups Hermione was sitting next to Lavender and Parvati since Ron and Harry were in the air playing, and the other seat was empty. But just before Madam Hooch blew the whistle, the seat was taken by none other than Andrew Miller. He didn't say anything, just sat down in the seat.
How rude! thought Hermione. He could at least have some decency to say hi since he changed seats. And then Lavender whispered in her ear, "Looks like your boyfriend fas come to be with you." She smirked because, being the school's gossips, she noticed that he followed her or sat next to her, or got dreamy eyed around her. And Hermione slapped her shoulder, and whispered fiercely, "He's not my boyfriend! I don't even like him!"
She just smirked at Parvati and said, "Right."
The good thing about the match was the Gryffindor won and Andrew walked away with his friends, looking dejected.
Hermione ran onto the pitch to congratulate Ron and Harry on the win.
"Congratulations Ron and Harry!" Hermione hugged them both. "I think you could go all the way if you play like that!"
"Thanks, Hermione." replied the friends at the same time. "Now let's go back to the common room and celebrate." And everybody walked back to the castle with Harry, Ron, and Hermione in the lead.
When they went through the portrait hole, they saw that someone had already decorated and brought up drinks and food. There were bottles of butterbeer, mounds of Chocolate Frogs, jugs of pumpkin juice, etc.
"Dobby must have done this," said Harry. "He's always doing stuff like this."
"He can't have done this all by himself," Hermione stated matter-of-factly. "Some of the other house-elves must have helped him."
Suddenly, the rest of Gryffindor burst through the portrait hole. "Hey!" somebody yelled. "Don't start without us!"
Everybody started on the food and the drinks and congratulated the team on the excellent match.
Ginny came over to congratulate Ron. "Congrats, you did really well. That one save where you almost fell off your broom was pretty cool." He grinned sheepishly, and his ears turned red. "I swear I thought you were going to fall off."
"Well, I didn't and I saved it!" replied Ron hotly. "Did you come to congratulate me or criticize me? Cuz if you criticize me, I'm leaving cuz I'm tired."
Ginny looked offended. "Well I'm sorrrrry, I didn't mean to offend you." and she stalked off.
Ron turned back to Harry. "Suddenly I'm tired. Let's go up to the dormitory."
"Me too." and they walked up the stairs.
Hermione stayed down in the common room for a little while longer, but she too went up to her dormitory. She collapsed on her bad and drew the hangings around her, wanting to be alone.
She stared up at the ceiling, thinking about the match and the previous months since September 1. After awhile, she slept.
It's the first day of seventh year, thought Hermione. We're all back at the castle, but something doesn't seem right. She looked around the Great Hall. Gryffindor, Huffelpuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, wait! back to Ravenclaw! Someone was staring at her or something near her. It was Andrew Miller, he was also a seventh year, but she hadn't really noticed him before because he was quiet except with his friends. When he caught her looking at him, he quickly averted his eyes and went back to his dinner.
That's weird, thought Hermione. Oh well, what can I do about it? Just have to wait and see what happens.
She looked up in time to see Professor McGonagall walking down the table, handing out course schedules. "Here you are Miss Granger," she said as she handed Hermione the piece of paper.
Hermione looked down at her paper to see what her schedule was like this year. "Whatcha got, Hermione?" asked her red-headed friend, Ron from across the table. She grinned up at him.
"Let's see, Transfiguration, Charms, History of Magic, and Herbology. Tuesday I've got Ancient Runes, Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. What's yours like, Ron?"
"Same as yours cept instead of Ancient Runes I've got Divination."
Just then the bell rang, and everybody got up to go to class. "First day of the last year, you guys ready for it?" asked Harry. Ron gave Harry a look like he was crazy and Hermione just shook her head at the two of them and continued walking.
The next few months passed without anything unusual, except for Neville getting detention with Snape for about the umpteenth time. But one event stands out in Hermione's mind. It happened at the second Quidditch match of the year, Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw.
Since the two Houses don't hate each other like Gryffindor and Slytherin, many Ravenclaws were mixed in with the Gryffindors to show them that they are glad to play them and won't grudge them if they lose (A/N: which they probably will.)
At the start of warm-ups Hermione was sitting next to Lavender and Parvati since Ron and Harry were in the air playing, and the other seat was empty. But just before Madam Hooch blew the whistle, the seat was taken by none other than Andrew Miller. He didn't say anything, just sat down in the seat.
How rude! thought Hermione. He could at least have some decency to say hi since he changed seats. And then Lavender whispered in her ear, "Looks like your boyfriend fas come to be with you." She smirked because, being the school's gossips, she noticed that he followed her or sat next to her, or got dreamy eyed around her. And Hermione slapped her shoulder, and whispered fiercely, "He's not my boyfriend! I don't even like him!"
She just smirked at Parvati and said, "Right."
The good thing about the match was the Gryffindor won and Andrew walked away with his friends, looking dejected.
Hermione ran onto the pitch to congratulate Ron and Harry on the win.
"Congratulations Ron and Harry!" Hermione hugged them both. "I think you could go all the way if you play like that!"
"Thanks, Hermione." replied the friends at the same time. "Now let's go back to the common room and celebrate." And everybody walked back to the castle with Harry, Ron, and Hermione in the lead.
When they went through the portrait hole, they saw that someone had already decorated and brought up drinks and food. There were bottles of butterbeer, mounds of Chocolate Frogs, jugs of pumpkin juice, etc.
"Dobby must have done this," said Harry. "He's always doing stuff like this."
"He can't have done this all by himself," Hermione stated matter-of-factly. "Some of the other house-elves must have helped him."
Suddenly, the rest of Gryffindor burst through the portrait hole. "Hey!" somebody yelled. "Don't start without us!"
Everybody started on the food and the drinks and congratulated the team on the excellent match.
Ginny came over to congratulate Ron. "Congrats, you did really well. That one save where you almost fell off your broom was pretty cool." He grinned sheepishly, and his ears turned red. "I swear I thought you were going to fall off."
"Well, I didn't and I saved it!" replied Ron hotly. "Did you come to congratulate me or criticize me? Cuz if you criticize me, I'm leaving cuz I'm tired."
Ginny looked offended. "Well I'm sorrrrry, I didn't mean to offend you." and she stalked off.
Ron turned back to Harry. "Suddenly I'm tired. Let's go up to the dormitory."
"Me too." and they walked up the stairs.
Hermione stayed down in the common room for a little while longer, but she too went up to her dormitory. She collapsed on her bad and drew the hangings around her, wanting to be alone.
She stared up at the ceiling, thinking about the match and the previous months since September 1. After awhile, she slept.