Disclaimer: *shrugs* Not mine.
AN: Basely, this is gonna be about our dear friend Hermione as she goes through her 5th year at Hogwarts. To note, she will have major issues, and she will be alternatingly depressed and sometimes even suicidal because I am the writer and I say so. By the way, the story and chapter titles are going to be song titles mostly, from japanese animes and other such things.
Oh, and this says "By Lioness Blackfire"... that's me. Honestly. I hide my HP fics from my friends cuz they'd bash me upside the head for half of them. 'Specially Blue Raspberry and Triplets of Hogwarts.
By the way, I know I'm really slow to update and I'm sorry. Blue Raspberry ch 3 is in the works, but I'm stuck in the middle of Shaman of Starr ch 2 and my lil brother is hogging the computer with Charms on it. Oh yea, and Triplets of Hogwarts... *shrugs* I have no clue why I'm not writing it. Prolly because it comes across as way too mary sueish. *shrugs again*
Random AN I decided to add about halfway through the chappie on one hell of a whim: Watch out for SLASH! =P
(Update 10/11/03) I just re-posted this with new and improved HTML (wahoo!) and I'm about halfway through writing chapter two. *dies* It's hard, give me a break! =P I'll try to get it up soon. Till then, enjoy the HTML. ^^;;
~*~ Frozen Flare ~*~
By Lioness Blackfire
Chapter One: Ice Blue Eyes
I don't really know how it started, diary. But it did start and that's all that really matters. Sometimes I wonder if it's even my fault. I didn't choose to be born a witch. I didn't choose to end up meeting the famous Harry Potter and by some weird twist of fate, become one of his best friends. I also didn't choose to run into a certain blonde Slytherin today at Flourish and Blotts.
He was standing by the defense against the dark arts section, which surprised me, flipping through some book or other. His hair wasn't slicked back like he usually wears it, and it was falling in his face, softening what was usually too-sharp cheekbones.
I hadn't realized I was staring until he sighed gustily and put the book back on the shelf, then looked up at me.
...
Well, not up, persay, considering he's taller than me, but up farther than he'd previously been looking.
In any case, he looked at me and for some reason I just couldn't look away. I felt so small and stupid, me, little Hermione Granger, with my bushy brown hair and brown eyes, a bookworm and brain without much in the way of physical beauty... compared to him.
And yes, I will admit that he really is one of the more attractive people I've had the fortune (or misfortune) to meet. Maybe a little on the pale side, but then again if he was at all dark-skinned he'd look like one of those muggle girls who bleach their hair and then go tanning.
Hermione re-read the last sentence she had written and wrinkled her nose. Picturing Malfoy as a muggle girl was almost too close to absurd to be funny.
But yea. I was stuck there staring at him and he was staring back, then suddenly he snapped out of whatever reverie he'd been in and looked slightly unsettled before walking off to a different section of the store.
I watched him walk off, and as soon as he was out of sight blinked a few times and came back to the real world as well. I'm really REALLY glad Ron and Harry weren't there. They'dve given me a weirder look than Malfoy did!
She signed her name at the end, adding a slight flourish on a whim. Then she switched off her bedside lamp and fell asleep, for the next day was sure to bring more surprises than ever.
The next day was the beginning of her 5th year at Hogwarts.
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Hermione woke the following day to a blaring alarm, warning her it was an hour before she would have to leave for the station. She was flabbergasted.
"I can't believe I slept so late!" She exclaimed, throwing off her light summer bedcovers and rushing to the closet in her room. Crookshanks lifted one eyelid to peer at her antics, then easily went back to sleep. She managed to throw on the first muggle outfit that she found, and began stuffing the rest into her trunk, along with various books and other things that were required for Hogwarts.
Then she bounded down the stairs of her house and into a room filled with a ton of computer equipment. She grabbed up a few small electronic devices and a silvery-blue CD case and dashed back to her room, throwing those in.
(AN- I KNOW electronic stuff doesn't work at Hogwarts. She's planning on messing with these.)
"Hermione! Do you want anything to eat before you leave?" Her mother called as she was brushing out her bushy brunette mane.
"That would be great, thanks!" She called back, finally giving up with her hair and hurriedly manipulating it into a thick braid that hung down her back. Then she rushed (seems like all she's doing today) into the kitchen where her mother had the remains of what must have been a positively incredible breakfast arranged on a plate for her.
She sat down at her place and suddenly slowed down considerably, careful to retain her table manners even with the hurry she was in. As she ate her mind drifted back to her journal entry of the night before.
'He didn't speak to me at all...' she thought. 'No comments on my friends, my house, being muggle-born... And he was near the defense against the dark arts section! Malfoy, of all people!' A corner of her mouth raised in what could only be a smirk, though she wasn't aware of it's presence on her countenance. 'I guess it's true what they say... that to be well prepared, study your enemy.' She abruptly cut herself off of that train of thought. 'I will not study Malfoy, I will not study Malfoy...' she chanted inwardly, slightly disturbed that the thought had even occurred to her. "Evil trains of thought..." she muttered, and set down her fork. "Thanks, mum. I need to finish packing now." She commented in a much more cheerful voice and retreated to her room.
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Because of her late start, Hermione was the last of the "infamous trio" to arrive on platform 9 3/4. She spotted Ron first with his bright red hair, however he was talking to his cousin Lina Daina, the Slytherin quidditch captain and keeper. Then, as she scanned the crowd for Harry, her eyes found someone very much not Harry. He was tall, pale, and made her think of bouncing ferrets. She stifled a laugh as he passed her by, heading for some group of Slytherins or other. Then her eyes rested comfortably on a shock of messy black hair and a thin lightning-shaped scar.
"Harry!" She called and he looked up.
"Hermione!" He called back, smiling. She rushed over and hugged him, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. "How are you?" He asked seriously, holding her by the shoulders at arm-length. They had been exchanging owls all summer, sometimes daily, and Hermione had confided in him quite a few things she'd never told anyone before, which included her current state of mind.
"Alright. Better than I have been, at least. And you?"
"I think I'll live." He answered with a grin, subtly motioning toward Ron with his head. Obviously, Harry had confided in Hermione as well. Originally, the letters had been sent to Ron as well, but Hermione began finding so many hidden and covered-up hints about something in particular that she began owling Harry alone about it. "I don't exactly have to tell him right away." Hermione smiled.
"True, true." The whistle blew and they got onto the Hogwarts Express and headed off for another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ron joined them after just a few moments and instantly struck up a conversation.
"So what kind of nutter do you think we'll have for a defense against the dark arts teacher this year?" Hermione grinned, crinkling her forehead while trying to think of the worst possible combination of traits in a DADA teacher.
"It'll be... someone who graduated Hogwarts in Slytherin." She decided. The boys shuddered in mock terror.
"And he'll be friends with Snape!" Harry added.
"And of course you can't forget his obsession with sharp, pointy objects." Ron topped it off and the three friends lapsed into fits of laughter.
"Well well well..." A snide, sure-of-itself voice rang from the door of the compartment. Ron looked up with a small fire already burning in his eyes and Harry pursed his lips in annoyance; but Hermione's heartbeat sped up and she shifted not just a little nervously in her seat. "If it isn't Potter, Weasel, and (he paused a beat) the Mudblood." He regarded her for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the boys. "Back for another year, I see. I'm surprised none of you were killed over break."
"Well I'm surprised you didn't become a death eater in summer." Ron muttered darkly. Hermione thought Malfoy paled, if that was physically possible, gave Ron a look that could be interpreted as sad, and turned away.
"See you in potions." He grumbled, and walked away, closing the compartment door behind him. Ron exchanged glances with his two friends.
"Well that was..." he glanced around.
"Different?" Harry supplied and Ron nodded.
"You know, guys..." Hermione began and caught each of her friends' eyes to make sure they were paying attention. "Not that I really want to stand up for him or anything, but just because Malfoy's a stuck-up prat whose father is involved with You-Know-Who doesn't mean he is." Harry blinked in surprise and Ron stared at her, confounded. "He was in the defense against the dark arts section at Flourish and Blotts yesterday and..." she realized she was rambling and shrugged.
The ride went on that way until near when it got dark, and Hermione decided she needed to visit the restroom car. On her way back, she saw Malfoy walking down the corridor; the slant of his shoulders making him seem just a bit less than happy. She didn't know what must have possessed her at that moment, but she quietly called,
"Are you alright?" He turned around as she began nervously picking at her braid, hoping to all that's holy that he wasn't about to pull his wand and hex her. But instead he regarded her a long, silent moment with ice blue eyes and then softly replied,
"Perhaps." before continuing on his way.
AN: Basely, this is gonna be about our dear friend Hermione as she goes through her 5th year at Hogwarts. To note, she will have major issues, and she will be alternatingly depressed and sometimes even suicidal because I am the writer and I say so. By the way, the story and chapter titles are going to be song titles mostly, from japanese animes and other such things.
Oh, and this says "By Lioness Blackfire"... that's me. Honestly. I hide my HP fics from my friends cuz they'd bash me upside the head for half of them. 'Specially Blue Raspberry and Triplets of Hogwarts.
By the way, I know I'm really slow to update and I'm sorry. Blue Raspberry ch 3 is in the works, but I'm stuck in the middle of Shaman of Starr ch 2 and my lil brother is hogging the computer with Charms on it. Oh yea, and Triplets of Hogwarts... *shrugs* I have no clue why I'm not writing it. Prolly because it comes across as way too mary sueish. *shrugs again*
Random AN I decided to add about halfway through the chappie on one hell of a whim: Watch out for SLASH! =P
(Update 10/11/03) I just re-posted this with new and improved HTML (wahoo!) and I'm about halfway through writing chapter two. *dies* It's hard, give me a break! =P I'll try to get it up soon. Till then, enjoy the HTML. ^^;;
By Lioness Blackfire
Chapter One: Ice Blue Eyes
I don't really know how it started, diary. But it did start and that's all that really matters. Sometimes I wonder if it's even my fault. I didn't choose to be born a witch. I didn't choose to end up meeting the famous Harry Potter and by some weird twist of fate, become one of his best friends. I also didn't choose to run into a certain blonde Slytherin today at Flourish and Blotts.
He was standing by the defense against the dark arts section, which surprised me, flipping through some book or other. His hair wasn't slicked back like he usually wears it, and it was falling in his face, softening what was usually too-sharp cheekbones.
I hadn't realized I was staring until he sighed gustily and put the book back on the shelf, then looked up at me.
...
Well, not up, persay, considering he's taller than me, but up farther than he'd previously been looking.
In any case, he looked at me and for some reason I just couldn't look away. I felt so small and stupid, me, little Hermione Granger, with my bushy brown hair and brown eyes, a bookworm and brain without much in the way of physical beauty... compared to him.
And yes, I will admit that he really is one of the more attractive people I've had the fortune (or misfortune) to meet. Maybe a little on the pale side, but then again if he was at all dark-skinned he'd look like one of those muggle girls who bleach their hair and then go tanning.
Hermione re-read the last sentence she had written and wrinkled her nose. Picturing Malfoy as a muggle girl was almost too close to absurd to be funny.
But yea. I was stuck there staring at him and he was staring back, then suddenly he snapped out of whatever reverie he'd been in and looked slightly unsettled before walking off to a different section of the store.
I watched him walk off, and as soon as he was out of sight blinked a few times and came back to the real world as well. I'm really REALLY glad Ron and Harry weren't there. They'dve given me a weirder look than Malfoy did!
She signed her name at the end, adding a slight flourish on a whim. Then she switched off her bedside lamp and fell asleep, for the next day was sure to bring more surprises than ever.
The next day was the beginning of her 5th year at Hogwarts.
Hermione woke the following day to a blaring alarm, warning her it was an hour before she would have to leave for the station. She was flabbergasted.
"I can't believe I slept so late!" She exclaimed, throwing off her light summer bedcovers and rushing to the closet in her room. Crookshanks lifted one eyelid to peer at her antics, then easily went back to sleep. She managed to throw on the first muggle outfit that she found, and began stuffing the rest into her trunk, along with various books and other things that were required for Hogwarts.
Then she bounded down the stairs of her house and into a room filled with a ton of computer equipment. She grabbed up a few small electronic devices and a silvery-blue CD case and dashed back to her room, throwing those in.
(AN- I KNOW electronic stuff doesn't work at Hogwarts. She's planning on messing with these.)
"Hermione! Do you want anything to eat before you leave?" Her mother called as she was brushing out her bushy brunette mane.
"That would be great, thanks!" She called back, finally giving up with her hair and hurriedly manipulating it into a thick braid that hung down her back. Then she rushed (seems like all she's doing today) into the kitchen where her mother had the remains of what must have been a positively incredible breakfast arranged on a plate for her.
She sat down at her place and suddenly slowed down considerably, careful to retain her table manners even with the hurry she was in. As she ate her mind drifted back to her journal entry of the night before.
'He didn't speak to me at all...' she thought. 'No comments on my friends, my house, being muggle-born... And he was near the defense against the dark arts section! Malfoy, of all people!' A corner of her mouth raised in what could only be a smirk, though she wasn't aware of it's presence on her countenance. 'I guess it's true what they say... that to be well prepared, study your enemy.' She abruptly cut herself off of that train of thought. 'I will not study Malfoy, I will not study Malfoy...' she chanted inwardly, slightly disturbed that the thought had even occurred to her. "Evil trains of thought..." she muttered, and set down her fork. "Thanks, mum. I need to finish packing now." She commented in a much more cheerful voice and retreated to her room.
Because of her late start, Hermione was the last of the "infamous trio" to arrive on platform 9 3/4. She spotted Ron first with his bright red hair, however he was talking to his cousin Lina Daina, the Slytherin quidditch captain and keeper. Then, as she scanned the crowd for Harry, her eyes found someone very much not Harry. He was tall, pale, and made her think of bouncing ferrets. She stifled a laugh as he passed her by, heading for some group of Slytherins or other. Then her eyes rested comfortably on a shock of messy black hair and a thin lightning-shaped scar.
"Harry!" She called and he looked up.
"Hermione!" He called back, smiling. She rushed over and hugged him, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. "How are you?" He asked seriously, holding her by the shoulders at arm-length. They had been exchanging owls all summer, sometimes daily, and Hermione had confided in him quite a few things she'd never told anyone before, which included her current state of mind.
"Alright. Better than I have been, at least. And you?"
"I think I'll live." He answered with a grin, subtly motioning toward Ron with his head. Obviously, Harry had confided in Hermione as well. Originally, the letters had been sent to Ron as well, but Hermione began finding so many hidden and covered-up hints about something in particular that she began owling Harry alone about it. "I don't exactly have to tell him right away." Hermione smiled.
"True, true." The whistle blew and they got onto the Hogwarts Express and headed off for another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ron joined them after just a few moments and instantly struck up a conversation.
"So what kind of nutter do you think we'll have for a defense against the dark arts teacher this year?" Hermione grinned, crinkling her forehead while trying to think of the worst possible combination of traits in a DADA teacher.
"It'll be... someone who graduated Hogwarts in Slytherin." She decided. The boys shuddered in mock terror.
"And he'll be friends with Snape!" Harry added.
"And of course you can't forget his obsession with sharp, pointy objects." Ron topped it off and the three friends lapsed into fits of laughter.
"Well well well..." A snide, sure-of-itself voice rang from the door of the compartment. Ron looked up with a small fire already burning in his eyes and Harry pursed his lips in annoyance; but Hermione's heartbeat sped up and she shifted not just a little nervously in her seat. "If it isn't Potter, Weasel, and (he paused a beat) the Mudblood." He regarded her for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the boys. "Back for another year, I see. I'm surprised none of you were killed over break."
"Well I'm surprised you didn't become a death eater in summer." Ron muttered darkly. Hermione thought Malfoy paled, if that was physically possible, gave Ron a look that could be interpreted as sad, and turned away.
"See you in potions." He grumbled, and walked away, closing the compartment door behind him. Ron exchanged glances with his two friends.
"Well that was..." he glanced around.
"Different?" Harry supplied and Ron nodded.
"You know, guys..." Hermione began and caught each of her friends' eyes to make sure they were paying attention. "Not that I really want to stand up for him or anything, but just because Malfoy's a stuck-up prat whose father is involved with You-Know-Who doesn't mean he is." Harry blinked in surprise and Ron stared at her, confounded. "He was in the defense against the dark arts section at Flourish and Blotts yesterday and..." she realized she was rambling and shrugged.
The ride went on that way until near when it got dark, and Hermione decided she needed to visit the restroom car. On her way back, she saw Malfoy walking down the corridor; the slant of his shoulders making him seem just a bit less than happy. She didn't know what must have possessed her at that moment, but she quietly called,
"Are you alright?" He turned around as she began nervously picking at her braid, hoping to all that's holy that he wasn't about to pull his wand and hex her. But instead he regarded her a long, silent moment with ice blue eyes and then softly replied,
"Perhaps." before continuing on his way.