Author's note : Based off of the 100 Themes Challenge. I'm doing this to get a good handle on the characters, so I'll probably be updating sporadically.
This is my first time writing for this - or any, for that matter - fandom, so any comments and/or criticism is greatly appreciated, yeh :3 And if you see any typos, please let me know X3
Introduction
The first time I met her was on Platform 9¾ while I was waiting, for the very first time, for the Hogwart's Express to arrive. I was leaning over the handle of my suitcase, fingers nervously drumming the bar, as I scanned the dock for any familiar faces.
Instead, my eyes fell on her. Frizzy brown hair, her eyes a deep hazel, she looked confused - no - she looked overwhelmed or amazed by all of this. I knew then that she was probably muggle born.
But instead of looking down on her with disdain when she sat next to me, I shook her hand when she offered it. Instead of verbally assaulting her with names like "mudblood", I volunteered her my name when she gave me hers. Instead of doing all that was expected of me as a pureblood, I started up a conversation with her, forging a sort of friendship - or maybe that was just me, to her I may have just been a distraction until the Express' arrival.
Her name was Hermione Granger and I couldn't get her out of my mind even long after Draco came to get me once the train had arrived. He had looked at her with disgust - my blood boiled a bit - and afterwards made it sound like he was doing me a favor by dragging me away from there.
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I didn't see her again until the sorting ceremony later that day when her name was called. I admit, when she walked up there I had my fingers crossed, hoping she'd be sorted as a Slytherin - though I knew better than that, she wasn't the type - she was instead sorted as a Griffindor .
It was a good while before it was my turn and by then she would've had the chance to hear all about the ever standing Griffindor-Slytherin rivalry and I knew I'd never get the chance to speak to her again. My name was finally called and I sluggishly made my way up to the stool, dreading to hear what I knew was my fated sorting as a Slytherin slide out of the hat's mouth.
It took a moment to ponder my destined house - probably sensing my inner turmoil about Hermione's sorting - but ended up proclaiming me a Slytherin, anyways. I was kind of saddened by this as I headed towards my rightful table - although I know I should be proud - until I looked out on the room.
And saw her staring right at me. She was grinning ear to ear and gave me a thumbs up, despite my sorting. I returned the smile and as I sat down, I couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
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