This is my first go at writing FF for Harry Potter, please let me know what you think? Reviews – good and bad are welcome...
Chapter One- Just Like You?
Hermione awoke peeling back the white cotton sheets that lay on her bed; she had been snuggled under them fast asleep, less then five minutes before. 'Today is the day!' She thought to herself, excitement arose within her mood – she was look forward to beginning at Hogwarts again. The six weeks of the summer holiday had been torture for Hermione, she had been bored rigid this was because her parents were always working, not seeing Harry or Ron either. She had a lot of time to read, she had started to study Wartime healing, and some of potions she would need to know this year. She was hoping she would impress Snape with how much she knew.
Stepping over to her mirror she observed her pale complexion, her hair evidently needed taming with a comb; it was frizzy and stuck out in all directions. Hermione began to comb out the frizziest parts of her hair; she decided to create a French plait to hold her hair in place, and to also contain the frizz. She wore a pair of jeans that were a dark colour, a shade close to black and she also wore her school shirt; she had stupid packed all her other school clothes away in her large brown trunk. This lay flat on her bed, taking up most of the single bed. Hermione grabbed her brown trunk and carried it downstairs to where the front door was. Her mother, Mrs. Granger was driving Hermione to King's Cross station, so that Hermione could catch the train to Hogwarts from platform nine and three quarters. Mrs. Granger gave her daughter a hand with the rest of the luggage, placing it into back of their silver Audi. Slamming the door of the boot shut, Mrs. Granger smiled at Hermione before clambering into the driver's seat.
"Hermione, I am going to miss you. Me and your father would like you to write to us often," Mrs. Granger requested sternly, but her tone was soft. She had always hated parenting with her only daughter; she was on the verge of tears but tried to hide it. Hermione looked up at her mother with a small smile, which was just touching the corner of her lips. She then reassured her mother by saying: "Mum, you know I will write. I always do, I will miss you and dad terribly," The rest of the car journey was sat in silence. Hermione was relieved when the Audi pulled up outside King's Cross, the car journey had been slightly awkward with the silence. Hermione eagerly grabbed all her luggage and headed to platform nine, waving a goodbye to her mum. She then walked at the ticket box that is situated on platform nine; she walked through the magical barrier finding herself now on platform nine and three quarters. The platform was filled with bustling students ready to board the train to Hogwarts; some were boarding the train, others in small or larger friendship groups. Hermione scanned the platform to see if she could spot Ron or Harry, which she could not. She spent in total ten minutes looking for them with not any luck, when a whistle blew – signalling that the train was about to leave. Quickly Hermione hopped onto the train, all the carriages she saw were filled with students, some had space but she did not particularly like the people that were sitting comfortably inside them. She decided to settle for a carriage on her right; a tall figure was sat on the red, uncomfortable, wooden seats. The figure was dressed in dark robes and their face was hidden behind a large, tatty looking book. It did not look like anyone familiar so she slid the carriage door open – then stepped in. Hermione cautiously sat down on the opposing bench, she had a fearing thought that she would be told to get out – but then the figure revealed his face. His hard brown, all most black eyes shone straight through Hermione's own soft, brown ones. His mouth was a hard straight line showing no expression whatsoever. His black hair lay over his face, his pale pasty complexion was worse then Hermione remembered – he was paler then last year.
"Ah, Granger, I am gifted to have the presence of you for the whole train ride have I?" Professor Snape spoke in a mocking tone, with slight humour in his voice. Hermione knew it would not be long before he called her a 'Know-it-all'; she rolled her eyes then responded. "Yes, it would presume so sir. I would move if I could, but there are no available carriages... I could not find Harry or Ron."She revealed nervously.
Snape's eyes met hers. "Well in that case Miss. Granger feel free to have a seat," He grunted in a soft tone. Hermione smiled in appreciation then said: "Thank-you," Getting more comfortable she sat back, Snape's eyes fell back to his book. They both sat in silence for around half an hour, Hermione had spent most of the time staring out of the window, or fiddling with her hair. She finally decided to break the eerie silence with some small talk.
"So, sir how was your holiday?" Hermione asked
"Erm... busy, I was very busy Miss. Granger, not much rest." Snape spoke bluntly, unsure why she was asking him this. None of his student's ever seemed to care; neither did the teachers really... well Dumbledore pretended to care – but he was only interested in gaining the latest information from the Death Eaters' meeting. "What about you Granger?" he added out of politeness.
Hermione was taken back by Snape's politeness; she smiled a little then blushed slightly embarrassed for what she was about to say. "Well, you know me sir. I have been studying – studying a lot really. I have learnt so much, varying from Potions I will be learning this year – to the book of Advanced Potion Making. I studied that book thoroughly; I particularly feel I could devise the potion named: Draught of the Living. I also started to research Wartime Healing. That is festinating!" Hermione explained with a large splitting grin on her face. Snape sarcastically spoke: "Oh, you being a know-it-all yet again Miss. Granger, I am hardly surprised." Snape smirked, a little, as he saw Hermione's grin drop.
"Well, Miss Granger, you know if Wartime Healing is something you are interested in then you should go see Madame Pomfrey, she could show you a few things. As for reading the Advanced Potion Making book, it is a little dangerous. If you desire to brew those Potions then – you will do so with me. It will have to be when I can find the time... If you ever attempt these potions without me then I will find out – and detention with me will not be the end." Snape replied, meeting Hermione's gaze, her expression was shocked. "Wow, erm...thank-you sir. I would love that," Hermione commented. Snape simply nodded and continued reading his book.
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All the teachers and students had feasted on a good meal in the Great Hall; it had been a wonderful meal. All the first years had been sorted into their houses. Dumbledore had an announcement of Professor Umbridge being the new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher – everyone rolled their eyes, they all knew she was from the ministry to spy on them. Professor Snape was less pleased seeing the toad of Umbridge here. He looked at the pig of a woman sat next to him and laughed, everyone knew Defence against the Dark Arts job came with a curse – every teacher only ever lasted a year. They mainly ended up dying or leaving. After that everyone was dismissed to get them settled into the castle ready for tomorrow's early start into the lessons and, normal school life.
Everyone flooded into their common rooms, or their dormitories. Hermione had now settled herself on her large bed tired within the Gryffindor tower, she had already unpacked all her luggage and was feeling rather tired – the long train drive had really took it all out of her. Hermione began to sprawl out on the bed until Ginny entered the room.
"Hermione, Hermione!" She called clambering up the stairs. Hermione sighed all she wanted to do was sleep, but she smiled – she had not seen Ginny in a long time. She sat up and pulled her legs off the bed. Walking over the hard stone flooring in bare feet sent shivers throughout Hermione's body. "Yes, Ginny?" Hermione questioned.
"Hello, it is great to see you again. Sorry, I have been sent to tell you that Snape would like to see you in the Potion's class room." Ginny gave Hermione a small smile; she shrugged her shoulder to show she had no idea why Snape wanted to see her. Hermione nodded then answered: "It is great to see you too Ginny. Oh right, okay. I will catch you later then."
Quickly Hermione padded to the cold, eerie dungeons where the Potion's classroom is situated. Hesitantly she formed a fist in her hand and knocked at the door; gingerly. A shout of 'come in Granger' was heard by her, so she entered shutting the door behind her. "Yes sir, what is it you wanted?"She questioned.
"Well Granger, I thought we could start that potion you were dribbling on about earlier? Draught of the Living," Snape announced. "What happens in these lessons, you must not breathe a word to another soul, okay? Firstly we are going to need cut up the Sopophorous bean for its juice, but for better results we shall crush it okay?"
Hermione nodded eagerly, she had a thirst for knowledge, and she was excited to start learning this. Eventually four hours had past; they had nearly finished brewing the potion. "Right that is it for tonight Hermione, bugger off to bed." Snape smiled... well it was a sort-of smile. Hermione smiled, she wondered why Snape had used her first name...
"Thank you sir. Goodnight" Hermione replied before climbing up to Gryffindor tower, going to her bed.
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