My Dirty Little Secret
I do not and never will own Harry Potter.
Summary: Hermione has always loved a particular Weasley, but not Ron. In fact, Hermione has loved Fred Weasley for quite some time now (first year). She is sick and tired of being known as 'The Bookworm", so she decides to change in her 5th year. (I know the ages are off, just deal.)
Hermione's P.O.V.
"Bye mum, bye dad! I shouted as I rushed toward the train, but before I got there, the train had already taken off, zooming toward Hogsmede.
"SHIT!" I started cussing like crazy, wondering how I could get to Hogwarts. Then, before I could blink, Professor Snape appeared before me with a sneer on his face.
"Look it's the stupid, insolent, bookworm late to the train!" Snape growled, roughly taking my arm and dragging me toward an abandon alley before muttering, "Hold on, I will be using side-apparition for us to get to Hogwarts."
A second later, I felt like throwing up. "I hate doing that!" I yelled, before noticing that my skirt had been pulled up, revealing my thighs. I quickly fixed it, then looked up, strait into Professor Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes.
(Mean while on the train)
Harry's P.O.V.
"Where could 'Mione be Ron?" I asked, worried about my friend, Hermione Granger, Hogwart's resident bookworm.
"I don't know Harry, but it's Hermione, she's probably at some prefect's meeting. I mean, Hermione would never miss the train!" Ron replied, while stuffing his face in chocolate frogs.
This calmed me down immensely. Ron was right, Hermione, goody-two shoes wouldn't ever be late to the Hogwart's train. Or would she...?
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