So, thought I should quickly let you guys know… even though my birthday is at the end of July I don't own Hazza Potter, sucks huh?
Also, wee bit of background, this story begins in the fourth year of Hogwarts; things are as in the books IN REGARDS TO THE Triwizard Tournament but Harry is not entered as Moody isn't an imposter (BASICALLY, Voldy isn't really important in this story, the TWT will be used as a plot device, but I'm not following the events of TGoF bar the tournament) anyway, here is the first chapter – I hope you enjoy!
"Miss Granger, a word?" Professor McGonagall called out to the bushy haired girl as she packed up her books. Hermione looked up nervously, and Ron and Harry gave each other quizzical looks as they left the classroom, wondering what McGonagall wanted with Hermione. "Yes Professor?" Hermione responded somewhat nervously after her fellow classmates had left the room and the door had slammed shut. "Don't worry Granger, you're not in trouble," her professor began, a small smile playing over her lips as she deserved her students slightly nervous stance "in fact quite the opposite. As I'm sure you're aware, you're the best Transfiguration student in the year." (Hermione was modest enough that she felt her face flush as she nodded her head in response) "I expect you understand that fourth year transfiguration is going to be testing for all students, especially those who have struggled up to this point." Hermione continued to nod as she tried to work out where exactly the conversation was leading, was Professor McGonagall going to ask her to drop Arithmancy? "Anyway," Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and Hermione noticed she was now the one looking slightly nervous, "there is one student in particular who I believe would benefit from some extra tuition. Nothing too major, just one or two hours per week… I myself am too busy to give them the help they need what with teaching seven years of students and running Gryffindor house, and I believe you would be the next best option, if you would be prepared to help?" Hermione felt pride rush through her. She was extremely flattered that Professor McGonagall trusted her enough to offer her such a role of responsibility. "Tutoring would certainly look good when I pick fifth year prefects." Professor McGonagall hinted rather unsubtly, wrongly assuming that Hermione's silence was due to hesitation. "I would be happy to help." Hermione replied, smiling at Professor McGonagall, who was anxiously returning her smile. "That's fantastic Miss Granger. I suggest that you meet for two hours every Friday afternoon. I have checked with the student in question and they are happy to meet at this time. Does it suit you?"
"Friday is fine." Hermione replied, casually asking "Who is the student?" Professor McGonagall suddenly looked shifty and Hermione could sense she was not going to like the response she received. "Draco Malfoy." Professor McGonagall muttered, not looking Hermione in the eye. Hermione felt her heart drop – she could not back out now she had told the professor she would help. "Oh, okay." Hermione eventually said, seeing as Professor McGonagall was obviously waiting for a response. The professor smiled, "Well, off to the feast with you then, we're greeting our guests tonight." She said in a relieved voice, before opening the door and shooing Hermione out of the classroom.
Hermione walked in to the Great Hall 5 minutes later, noticing it was lavishly decorated with large floating chandeliers and a starry sky in anticipation of the arrival of the students from Beauxbaton and Durmstrang. Hermione walked quickly over to the Gryffindor table where Ron and Harry were laughing with Ron's twin brothers Fred and George. She couldn't help but seek Malfoy out as she passed the Slytherin table, on locating him he appeared to be in deep conversation with a fellow fourth year Slytherin Hermione did not know too well, though she thought was Blaise Zabini. "I wonder if he knows I'm his new tutor?" she thought to herself as she sat down next to Ron, who immediately turned to face her "What did McGonagall want?" he asked her, looking endearingly concerned. "She asked me to tutor Malfoy." Hermione said shortly, "and I said yes." She added, causing Ron to loudly exclaim "Bloody hell!"
"What's up?" Harry asked, Ron's exclamation drawing him away from the Weasley twins.
"She's tutoring Malfoy." Ron said, in a voice filled with disbelief and wonder. Harry laughed
"Why did you agree to that?"
"Well, McGonagall kind of left out the bit about Malfoy being the student until after I'd agreed to tutor him." Hermione sighed, her stomach growling "I wish those students would hurry up and arrive so we could eat!" she said grumpily. As if someone somewhere was listening to her, moments after this comment the doors of the Great Hall swung open and 20 boys in blood red robes and fur hats marched in to the room in a somewhat formidable manner, led by a skinny man with a long moustache that curled at the edges.
"Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore boomed in a welcoming voice, his eyes twinkling as he stood to welcome the students and their headmaster, "I trust you had a good journey?"
"It vas fine thank you." The man with the moustache replied in a thick Eastern European accent.
"Durmstrang," Hermione whispered to a baffled looking Harry and Ron. She had read up on the two visiting schools and knew Durmstrang was in Bulgaria. "Make yourselves comfortable." Dumbledore said to the Durmstrang students, who quietly joined the nearest table, which happened to be the Slytherin table and Karkaroff joined Dumbledore at the head table, where an extra seat had been added either side of Dumbledore. "Oh… my… god." Ron said slowly, his expression again one of shock. "What?" Harry asked him, following his gaze and adopting the shocked look himself. Hermione could see they were looking at the Durmstrang students, but could not see anything unordinary about them, she clipped Ron round the ear, returning his eyes to her "What is it?" she asked confusedly. "It's Viktor bloody Krum Hermione!" Ron replied. Hermione looked over at the Slytherin table again, this time recognising the burly boy sat near Draco Malfoy. "So it is." She said, mildly interested at best. After a few minutes Hermione turned to look at the Durmstrang students again. She noticed that they looked very impressed by the Great Hall and wondered what their school was like. As she was wondering, the doors of the Great Hall again opened, and a woman twice the size of Hagrid dressed extravagantly in a long fur coat entered the hall followed by a group of girls. "Madame Maxine, my warmest regards." Dumbledore smiled at the huge woman as she came to join him at the head table and the girls sat down at the Ravenclaw table "Eet eez lovely to see you." Madame Maxine said as she reached Dumbledore, kissing him once on each cheek before sitting next to him.
Dumbledore stood up and clapped loudly. Everyone turned their attention to him and the hall fell silent. "Firstly, I would like to extend the warmest possible welcome to all our guests. I hope you will have an enjoyable stay at Hogwarts over the next 10 months. I know you are all very hungry and have had long journeys. Now we shall eat." After eating Dumbledore informed all the students about the Triwizard Tournament (sorry but I really cannot be bothered to write about this) and bid everyone good night. As they left the Great Hall and headed up to bed, Hermione caught Draco Malfoy glaring at her with a look of utter contempt as Professor McGonagall walked away from him. He knows she thought wearily, and he doesn't look too happy.
There you go… first chapter… I hope you didn't mind it (and aren't mad about me skipping through the Triwizard Tournament bit, that was super lazy of me and I promise that will be the only time on the story I do that sort of thing!) Grammar police, please get on my backs if you see a mistake. I don't spend much time proof reading my work because I'm lazy (the whole being lazy thing has a really bad effect on my writing!). Anyway, I will try and upload a new chapter pretty soon…. If you look on my profile you'll probably see I don't have a great track record at updating stories but I really know where I want to go with this one which I'm hoping will give me more focus. oh yes, also TITLE IDEAS APPRECIATED! !I suck at them and don't have one as I write this, but I've seen the future and this story has a rubbish title... give me a good one and I will happily steal it. Anyway, good night for now, sleep tight all! xxx