Chapter 1
And Mademoiselle Blair, is awarded to..." Dumbledore fumbled open the gold envelope with his long spindly fingers and eventually smiled in triumph. "Is awarded to Hermione Granger for her stupendous report on the Blair Witch Trials."
The Hall politely applauded except the Gryffindor table who were jumping up and down with excitement and the Slytherin table who had a rule of only applauding themselves.
"As you may already know," Dumbledore continued with a cough, "Miss Granger will receive a trophy for her achievements and Gryffindor will receive 100 house points. A huge cheer came from the table.
"Oh how very original." Sneered Malfoy.
"Err... 'Ermione winnin' or the award?" asked Crabbe
"What do you think?!" said Malfoy in pure disgust. "You two are as thick as two fat planks of wood nailed together." The Two just shrugged.
Meanwhile on the Gryffindor table...
"Well done Hermione!" said Harry, grinning.
"Well...I did spend quite some time on it..." Hermione replied, trying to be modest.
"Trust her, to be bloody marvellous." Said Ron, who after 4 years, got so used to Hermione winning stuff, that he didn't see the point in congratulating her. Hermione's smile turned to a frown.
"Well maybe if you tried a little harder you'd win something instead of me!" she said grumpily, as she flounced into her seat opposite.
"Whatever." Ron replied.
"Look who it is." Said Harry, nudging Ron as Malfoy approached the table.
"I know," Ron replied dreamily. "Isn't she beautiful?" Harry gave him a funny look before realising he wasn't looking at Malfoy, but at the Ravenclaw girl that had passed.
"I see the mud blood managed to trick the teachers into thinking she wrote that report." Malfoy said, with a smirk. Harry stood up.
"And who do you suggest wrote it?" Herm. replied. "My parents are muggles remember?"
"Don't think I forget you're a mud blood," said Malfoy.
"Glad you care." Said Herm. with a fake smile.
"But I do know you didn't write that report and I'm going to find out who did."
"Ha! Just you try!" she replied.
With that she stood up in fury and left the Great Hall in fury.
"Blimey," said Ron. "She shouldn't let him get to her, you know."
"I know" said Harry. "She never used to..."
Hermione stormed up the stairs, missing the most annoying step by inches. He had really pissed her off. Fancy calling her a fraud!
"Grapefruit!" she shouted at the new gleaming French painting of the Fat Lady on vacation.
"Eh?" she replied.
"Oh for flips sake! PAMPLEMOUSSE!" she screamed.
"Aahh...merci!" she replied as she swung open, clearly unaffected my Herm's manner.
Herm stormed through and as soon as she got into the girls dorm collapsed onto her bed. Why was he always bothering her? What had she ever done to him?
"Oh why does he hate me?" she sighed, feeling her eyes prick with tears.
Suddenly she heard footsteps coming and quickly wiped her eyes. She had to look happy; it was her achievement day YET again. Emma appeared and flopped onto the bed beside her.
"Oh MY God, that fat lady is so flippin' French I feel like sticking a baguette up her – hey! Wassup, Herm you look upset!" Emma said all at once in her usual chatty way.
"Oh nothing," said Herm. "Just happy for myself."
"Look," said Emma, taking a mirror from her pocket, "See? Those aren't happy tears are they? Now tell me what's going on!"
"Well...it's just ...why is Malfoy so evil?" Herm said, it was the only way she could explain it.
"He's in Slytherin, hun, why else?" said Emma, giving her a friendly hug. "Come on, let's go get that trophy!"
