Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, except for the mystery
girl. They belong to J.K. Rowling.
(Note: When Hermione is answering the question, if you can think of any animals I missed, well you try and think up of an entire animal parade!!!!! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy my insane first chapter of my 'soppy' Hogwarts story!! Hee hee I know I'll love thinking up crazy last names for Hermione!!^_^ and 'Oui' is one of the ONLY French words I know- I have a very sparse French vocabulary)
-Psychic Dreamer (The Successor)
"HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!"
Fifth-year Ron and Hermione turned their heads to the stairs where the happy shout had come from. They saw Harry bolting down it, his face shining like a small child's.
"He'd better not have what I think he has…" Hermione muttered.
"Yay! I'm going to Disneyla-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-and!!!!!!!" Harry sang out.
"Yep. Another Memory Charm." Ron rolled his eyes as Harry darted past Neville, bumping into him and knocking him over.
Memory charms were turning into a little fad lately with Draco Malfoy and his snooty chums. They would pick a victim and ZAP! Somebody would have their memory lost for the day, and today it looked like their victim was Harry. Well, Harry was their victim LOTS of times- they seemed to love picking on the Gryffindors most. Ron and Hermione were glad that the victim was not Neville this time. The last time it was...
Ron shuddered and put the thought out of his mind.
"Not again…" Hermione sighed as she grabbed one of Harry's flailing arms and they both tackled him.
"No! Get off! Or I'll miss my plane to Disneyland!" Harry cried.
"I hate to tell you this, Harry, but nobody's going to Disneyland. In fact, we all should be on our way to History of Magic class!" Ron rolled his eyes.
"Waaah?!" Harry let out a sad, wretched howl, "But I don't want to go to History of Magic! I wanna go to Disneyla-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a- and!!!!!!!" And with that Harry started crying like a small child who, like him, was told that he wasn't going to Disneyland.
"Come on, crybaby," Hermione pulled the bawling Harry up by his robes, "Let's go to class."
Harry was still sniffling as they led him to Professor Binns's boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, BORING class.
The three Gryffindors strolled into the room, to see a new girl sitting meekly in one of the chairs, looking tense as she sat, not speaking, let alone blinking an eye.
"Oh, Rotter!" Ron cursed, "I have to go to the bathroom!"
After he had left the room, Professor Binns floated through the chalkboard to begin the lesson.
"Oh dear," he said in his slow, slow, slow, slow, SLOW voice, "Mr. Weasel is not here today."
Hermione's hand shot up.
"Yes, Miss Grant?"
Hermione frowned, "It's GRANGER! And Ron's last name is WEASLEY, not WEASEL! And he is in the BATHROOM!"
"Calm down, my dear!" Neville coaxed beside her.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
"Oh, thank you Miss Gresk." Professor Binns ignored what Hermione just screamed.
"RrrrrrrrrRRRRRR…" She growled like some kind of angry cat at the wrong name yet again, but said nothing more.
"Oh," the Professor turned his head towards the new girl, "We apparently have a new student. What is your name?"
The girl opened her mouth to say so, when Ron burst into the room, "Sorry I'm late Professor Binns."
Professor Binns turned his head away from the girl, and seemed to immediately forget about her, "Oh, hello Mr. Whisk," he said, "please be on time next time."
"THAT'S NOT HIS NAME!" Hermione bellowed.
"Miss Greggs, please don't shout out in class! Five points off Gryffindor!"
"MY NAME IS NOT…"
"Enough! All right, who can tell me why the Wizard crossed the road?"
Ron sat down and raised his hand to give the answer.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley?"
"Thank you! You got it right! I actually wanted to ask why the bathrooms are only on the third floor. Shouldn't there be one on every floor?"
The class blinked.
"Mr. Weasley, that is off topic! If you have a complaint, please tell the Headmaster! Now who can give me the answer?"
Hermione's hand shot up.
"Miss Gravolsky?"
Hermione frowned darkly, "IT'S GRANGER!! Well, Professor, the wizard crossed the road to save the goose who crossed the road to save the horse who crossed the road to save the turtle who crossed the road to save the cow who crossed the road to save the fish who crossed the road to save the grandma who crossed the road to save the lizard who crossed the road to save the mouse who crossed the road to save the bat who crossed the road to save the elephant who crossed the road to save the pig who crossed the road to save the hawk who crossed the road to save the monkey who crossed the road to save the fox who crossed the road to save the wolf who crossed the road to save the lion who crossed the road to save the tiger who crossed the road to save the penguin who crossed the road to save the bear who crossed the road to save the dog who crossed the road to save the cat who crossed the road to save the chicken who crossed the road to get to the other side."
Hermione panted and gasped for air when she finished answering.
"Very good!" the Professor beamed, "Five points for Gryffindor!"
"WHOOPEE!" Hermione threw her arms up in the air as she cheered.
"Can you tell me what happened to the chicken, Miss Grizazz?"
She snorted out of her teeth and frowned for a moment but then brightened as she gave the answer, "Well, the chicken did not make it to the other side, for at that time a car drove up and ran the poor chicken over, but luckily the other animals jumped out of the way just in time."
Ron tuned all of this important information out as he stared at the new girl. He thought she was really, really, really, really, really, REALLY pretty with her smooth skin, thick, fine brown hair that fell past her shoulders, and her round brown eyes behind silvery-blue-rimmed glasses. The girl however did not give the slightest glance at him, for she was blinking incredulously at the information that Hermione reeled off.
Throughout all the class, Ron never raised his hand, let alone listened to a word Professor Binns said, for he was looking at the girl.
"Ron?" Harry asked, "Are you dreaming about Disneyland too?" he still had the childish, dreamy look in his eyes.
"Huh? Oh, sure Harry."
Towards the end of class, the girl finally looked up at the still staring Ron, and their eyes met.
His heart stopped, and then beat twice as fast as it was before. He found himself looking sly all of a sudden as he tried to look cool and serious as he smiled at her, but her eyes had a shimmer to them that warmed the very depths of his soul.
She blinked, blushed and then looked down at her work again.
"All right, students," Professor Binns finally said after a long, long, long, long, long, LONG time of reading from a book, "Off you go, and remember to read plenty about what I just said in this lesson tonight!"
Before he was even done speaking, the class gathered up all their books and headed towards the door.
Ron stepped in front of the girl when they were in the hallway, "Hello, my dear," he picked up some of the slang that Neville used to 'flatter' Hermione. However, he hoped that it would work this time, "I have not seen you here before. You must be a new witch. Or shall I say…"
Oh rats, what was the more pretty word for 'witch'?
Ron knew Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz called Glinda the Fairy a beautiful witch…
And fairies could do magic, couldn't they…?
"Fairy?" Ron finished, smiling.
"Oh!" The girl looked embarrassed, "Hi. Yeah, I've transferred from Beauxbatons."
"Strange…you don't have a French accent. But I trust you speak French."
"Oui."
Ron laughed, "It is such a lovely language. As lovely as you."
He saw the girl getting pink in the face.
"Will you tell me your name?" Ron asked, taking the girl's hand.
"What?" The girl looked dazed- absolutely flabbergasted at this romantic side of Ron she was seeing.
"I need to know your name- or do Angels not have names?"
She blushed, "No…I have a name…" and she nervously chuckled, "And I'm really not all that. My name is-"
Snape then strolled by, "You two! It's time for dinner! And Weasley, I don't want you flirting with our new student again! Come along!"
He waved them away, and the two departed for dinner.
~*~
Throughout dinner, Ron sat eating the dinner, and not tasting any of it. He was trying to concentrate on finding the girl in the noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, NOISY Sea of students eating and talking.
"I hope the food tastes good in Disneyland!" Harry said through a mouthful of salad.
"OH!" Hermione irritably snapped her book shut, "Will you SHUT UP about STUPID DISNEYLAND?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" and she fiercely waved her wand in the direction of Harry.
POOF!
Harry fell backwards onto the floor and grey smoke wisped up from him. Minutes later, he sat back up, blinking incredulously.
"Now do you want to go to Disneyland?" Hermione asked.
"Huh? Disneyland? What do you mean? When did I say I wanted to go to Disneyland? And what was the homework by the way?" Harry stared at Hermione as if she were a complete nutcase.
"Oh good. Your memory's back." Hermione went back to eating and reading.
Ron then spotted the girl. A glittering gem in the sea of black. She looked so adorable while she ate at the…
"HUFFLEPUFF TABLE?! NO! SHE CAN'T BE AT THE DORM OF SISSIES!!" Ron found himself screaming it louder than he had ever yelled anything before.
The Great Hall fell silent as everyone looked over at Ron, including Harry as if he thought RON was a complete nutcase rather than Hermione.
Seamus Finnigan then stood up, "He's right!" he exclaimed, "Cho Chang should not at the Hufflepuff table! Cho, Stop making out with all the sissies!!!"
Cho Chang looked up from the nerdy, sissy boy she was making out with, "What? Oh! Stop it!" she turned red.
"Cho Chang!" Albus Dumbledore frowned in her direction, "Terrible Behavior! Five points off Ravenclaw! Go!"
Cho Chang stomped back to her seat, and the Great Hall resumed eating, and Ron resumed staring at the new girl.
"I have to find out her name…" he muttered to himself. He was sure Angels had names…
(Well? Whaddya think of the first chapter? R&R PLEASE!! And I remember the food being very BAD when I went to Disneyland)
(Note: When Hermione is answering the question, if you can think of any animals I missed, well you try and think up of an entire animal parade!!!!! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy my insane first chapter of my 'soppy' Hogwarts story!! Hee hee I know I'll love thinking up crazy last names for Hermione!!^_^ and 'Oui' is one of the ONLY French words I know- I have a very sparse French vocabulary)
-Psychic Dreamer (The Successor)
"HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!"
Fifth-year Ron and Hermione turned their heads to the stairs where the happy shout had come from. They saw Harry bolting down it, his face shining like a small child's.
"He'd better not have what I think he has…" Hermione muttered.
"Yay! I'm going to Disneyla-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-and!!!!!!!" Harry sang out.
"Yep. Another Memory Charm." Ron rolled his eyes as Harry darted past Neville, bumping into him and knocking him over.
Memory charms were turning into a little fad lately with Draco Malfoy and his snooty chums. They would pick a victim and ZAP! Somebody would have their memory lost for the day, and today it looked like their victim was Harry. Well, Harry was their victim LOTS of times- they seemed to love picking on the Gryffindors most. Ron and Hermione were glad that the victim was not Neville this time. The last time it was...
Ron shuddered and put the thought out of his mind.
"Not again…" Hermione sighed as she grabbed one of Harry's flailing arms and they both tackled him.
"No! Get off! Or I'll miss my plane to Disneyland!" Harry cried.
"I hate to tell you this, Harry, but nobody's going to Disneyland. In fact, we all should be on our way to History of Magic class!" Ron rolled his eyes.
"Waaah?!" Harry let out a sad, wretched howl, "But I don't want to go to History of Magic! I wanna go to Disneyla-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a- and!!!!!!!" And with that Harry started crying like a small child who, like him, was told that he wasn't going to Disneyland.
"Come on, crybaby," Hermione pulled the bawling Harry up by his robes, "Let's go to class."
Harry was still sniffling as they led him to Professor Binns's boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, BORING class.
The three Gryffindors strolled into the room, to see a new girl sitting meekly in one of the chairs, looking tense as she sat, not speaking, let alone blinking an eye.
"Oh, Rotter!" Ron cursed, "I have to go to the bathroom!"
After he had left the room, Professor Binns floated through the chalkboard to begin the lesson.
"Oh dear," he said in his slow, slow, slow, slow, SLOW voice, "Mr. Weasel is not here today."
Hermione's hand shot up.
"Yes, Miss Grant?"
Hermione frowned, "It's GRANGER! And Ron's last name is WEASLEY, not WEASEL! And he is in the BATHROOM!"
"Calm down, my dear!" Neville coaxed beside her.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
"Oh, thank you Miss Gresk." Professor Binns ignored what Hermione just screamed.
"RrrrrrrrrRRRRRR…" She growled like some kind of angry cat at the wrong name yet again, but said nothing more.
"Oh," the Professor turned his head towards the new girl, "We apparently have a new student. What is your name?"
The girl opened her mouth to say so, when Ron burst into the room, "Sorry I'm late Professor Binns."
Professor Binns turned his head away from the girl, and seemed to immediately forget about her, "Oh, hello Mr. Whisk," he said, "please be on time next time."
"THAT'S NOT HIS NAME!" Hermione bellowed.
"Miss Greggs, please don't shout out in class! Five points off Gryffindor!"
"MY NAME IS NOT…"
"Enough! All right, who can tell me why the Wizard crossed the road?"
Ron sat down and raised his hand to give the answer.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley?"
"Thank you! You got it right! I actually wanted to ask why the bathrooms are only on the third floor. Shouldn't there be one on every floor?"
The class blinked.
"Mr. Weasley, that is off topic! If you have a complaint, please tell the Headmaster! Now who can give me the answer?"
Hermione's hand shot up.
"Miss Gravolsky?"
Hermione frowned darkly, "IT'S GRANGER!! Well, Professor, the wizard crossed the road to save the goose who crossed the road to save the horse who crossed the road to save the turtle who crossed the road to save the cow who crossed the road to save the fish who crossed the road to save the grandma who crossed the road to save the lizard who crossed the road to save the mouse who crossed the road to save the bat who crossed the road to save the elephant who crossed the road to save the pig who crossed the road to save the hawk who crossed the road to save the monkey who crossed the road to save the fox who crossed the road to save the wolf who crossed the road to save the lion who crossed the road to save the tiger who crossed the road to save the penguin who crossed the road to save the bear who crossed the road to save the dog who crossed the road to save the cat who crossed the road to save the chicken who crossed the road to get to the other side."
Hermione panted and gasped for air when she finished answering.
"Very good!" the Professor beamed, "Five points for Gryffindor!"
"WHOOPEE!" Hermione threw her arms up in the air as she cheered.
"Can you tell me what happened to the chicken, Miss Grizazz?"
She snorted out of her teeth and frowned for a moment but then brightened as she gave the answer, "Well, the chicken did not make it to the other side, for at that time a car drove up and ran the poor chicken over, but luckily the other animals jumped out of the way just in time."
Ron tuned all of this important information out as he stared at the new girl. He thought she was really, really, really, really, really, REALLY pretty with her smooth skin, thick, fine brown hair that fell past her shoulders, and her round brown eyes behind silvery-blue-rimmed glasses. The girl however did not give the slightest glance at him, for she was blinking incredulously at the information that Hermione reeled off.
Throughout all the class, Ron never raised his hand, let alone listened to a word Professor Binns said, for he was looking at the girl.
"Ron?" Harry asked, "Are you dreaming about Disneyland too?" he still had the childish, dreamy look in his eyes.
"Huh? Oh, sure Harry."
Towards the end of class, the girl finally looked up at the still staring Ron, and their eyes met.
His heart stopped, and then beat twice as fast as it was before. He found himself looking sly all of a sudden as he tried to look cool and serious as he smiled at her, but her eyes had a shimmer to them that warmed the very depths of his soul.
She blinked, blushed and then looked down at her work again.
"All right, students," Professor Binns finally said after a long, long, long, long, long, LONG time of reading from a book, "Off you go, and remember to read plenty about what I just said in this lesson tonight!"
Before he was even done speaking, the class gathered up all their books and headed towards the door.
Ron stepped in front of the girl when they were in the hallway, "Hello, my dear," he picked up some of the slang that Neville used to 'flatter' Hermione. However, he hoped that it would work this time, "I have not seen you here before. You must be a new witch. Or shall I say…"
Oh rats, what was the more pretty word for 'witch'?
Ron knew Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz called Glinda the Fairy a beautiful witch…
And fairies could do magic, couldn't they…?
"Fairy?" Ron finished, smiling.
"Oh!" The girl looked embarrassed, "Hi. Yeah, I've transferred from Beauxbatons."
"Strange…you don't have a French accent. But I trust you speak French."
"Oui."
Ron laughed, "It is such a lovely language. As lovely as you."
He saw the girl getting pink in the face.
"Will you tell me your name?" Ron asked, taking the girl's hand.
"What?" The girl looked dazed- absolutely flabbergasted at this romantic side of Ron she was seeing.
"I need to know your name- or do Angels not have names?"
She blushed, "No…I have a name…" and she nervously chuckled, "And I'm really not all that. My name is-"
Snape then strolled by, "You two! It's time for dinner! And Weasley, I don't want you flirting with our new student again! Come along!"
He waved them away, and the two departed for dinner.
~*~
Throughout dinner, Ron sat eating the dinner, and not tasting any of it. He was trying to concentrate on finding the girl in the noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, NOISY Sea of students eating and talking.
"I hope the food tastes good in Disneyland!" Harry said through a mouthful of salad.
"OH!" Hermione irritably snapped her book shut, "Will you SHUT UP about STUPID DISNEYLAND?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" and she fiercely waved her wand in the direction of Harry.
POOF!
Harry fell backwards onto the floor and grey smoke wisped up from him. Minutes later, he sat back up, blinking incredulously.
"Now do you want to go to Disneyland?" Hermione asked.
"Huh? Disneyland? What do you mean? When did I say I wanted to go to Disneyland? And what was the homework by the way?" Harry stared at Hermione as if she were a complete nutcase.
"Oh good. Your memory's back." Hermione went back to eating and reading.
Ron then spotted the girl. A glittering gem in the sea of black. She looked so adorable while she ate at the…
"HUFFLEPUFF TABLE?! NO! SHE CAN'T BE AT THE DORM OF SISSIES!!" Ron found himself screaming it louder than he had ever yelled anything before.
The Great Hall fell silent as everyone looked over at Ron, including Harry as if he thought RON was a complete nutcase rather than Hermione.
Seamus Finnigan then stood up, "He's right!" he exclaimed, "Cho Chang should not at the Hufflepuff table! Cho, Stop making out with all the sissies!!!"
Cho Chang looked up from the nerdy, sissy boy she was making out with, "What? Oh! Stop it!" she turned red.
"Cho Chang!" Albus Dumbledore frowned in her direction, "Terrible Behavior! Five points off Ravenclaw! Go!"
Cho Chang stomped back to her seat, and the Great Hall resumed eating, and Ron resumed staring at the new girl.
"I have to find out her name…" he muttered to himself. He was sure Angels had names…
(Well? Whaddya think of the first chapter? R&R PLEASE!! And I remember the food being very BAD when I went to Disneyland)