The Ultimate Year (Part 1) ~ Professors and Raging Hormones
By: Harriet Potter
Hermione cracked an eye open only to be blinded by the bright
September sun pouring into her eyes. Woah, she thought, I'm a seventh year!
And so this was true. Hermione was officially starting her seventh and final
year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had but one thing
on her mind- she was the oldest in school this year. Hermione, she thought
to herself, it's time to let loose. You have to make this the best year of your
life! With that thought in mind, she grabbed her books and grinned as she
walked out the door.
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Harry rolled out of bed and glanced around his dorm room. He
noticed his best friend, Ron Weasley, snoring loudly. Wait, something's
wrong here, Harry thought, as he turned and spotted three empty, made-up
beds that he knew all too well belonged to Dean Thomas, Seamus
Finningan, and Neville Longbottom.
"Uh oh...what time is it?" Harry suddenly blurted aloud. He pulled out his
wand and pointed it while muttering "timecio!". Gold, glittering letters
suddenly shot out of Harry's wand like a rocket and formed a shiny 11:43
AM floating in midair.
"Oh, shit Ron, wake up!" With this, Harry leaped onto Ron's four-poster
and began shaking him furiously.
"What the hell? Harry, Have you lost your damn mind?" Ron eyes opened
as he groggily attempted to prove to Harry that he was awake. He didn't
remain groggy for long, however, as he spotted the shimmering 11:43 AM
which was still suspended in midair.
"Harry, we gotta go!" With this, Ron began frantically searching through
his bag and pulled out a blue class schedule.
"Okay, we've already missed Divination, that started at nine..." Ron was
reading quickly off his schedule.
"We missed Divination! Ron, what will my year be if I don't hear my
death predicted twenty times on the first day of class!" Harry grinned as he
spoke.
Ron gave a small snort. "You have a point there, Harry. Anyway, we're on
break right now, so maybe if we hurry, we can make it to our next class in
time."
Harry looked up. "And what our next class be?" asked Harry curiously.
"Um...let me see...Advanced Defense Against Dark Arts. Wonder who's
teaching it this year." Ron glanced back down at the schedule to find out.
Each year they had a new Defense Against Dark Arts Professor, so it was
always quite a mystery as to who the next one would be. In Harry and Ron's
fifth year, the real Professor Moody had fulfilled his year as Defense Against
Dark Arts Professor, and in their sixth year, the one thing they had always
feared came to pass- Professor Snape finally got the position. Fortunately for
everyone, however, Snape decided that the job wasn't for him and went back
to being Potions Master. Professor Lupin took his place for the remainder of
the year.
Harry noticed that Ron's ears had slightly reddened as he read the class
schedule. "Harry, it says here that Professor Delacour will be teaching
Defense Against Dark Arts this year...you don't think? Shit, Harry! Fleur
Delacour is our new Professor! Pass me the cologne, if you please!" Ron
was grinning devilishly as he spoke.
Harry grinned. It was their first day of school and they were late. Late for
Fleur Delacour's class. It was going to be a damn good year.
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Harry and Ron strolled down the endless flight of stairs, grinning the
whole way.
Ron looked over at Harry. "You know what?" he rambled. "We own the
school this year." With this, Ron began skipping and humming on beat.
It wasn't long before they made it to the Great Hall. Harry cracked the
door open and peered inside, only to find that everyone had already made
their way to class. Everyone, except for Professor Snape.
"Well, well, what have we here?" Snape asked smoothly. "Forget
something, Potter? I believe that you two are a little late for Defense Against
Dark Arts. Also, if I'm not mistaken, neither of you made it to Divnation this
morning."
Harry and Ron looked at each other guiltily.
"Well, boys, unless you to have a reasonable excuse for skipping class this
morning, I'm afraid I will be forced to take a considerable amount of points
from Gryffindor. So, if you will please explain yourselves..." Snape's voice
carried out as he waited for their excuses.
Ron's mouth opened first. "We....uh, you know, we..." Harry joined in,
his mind racing for excuses. "We were simply...um..."
A familiar voice suddenly popped out from behind Snape.
"They were taking poor little Dennis Creevey to the hospital wing,
Professor Snape. Did you not hear about his incident with Peeves?"
Hermione looked at Snape with wide, innocent eyes.
Snape suddenly shot around. "No, Miss Granger, I did not hear, but I'm
certain that you'll tell me."
Hermione acted as though she didn't hear him. "You see, Professor, little
Dennis was on his way to class this morning, when Peeves started throwing
quite a fit. Something about Filch. Apparently, Peeves knocked a suit of
armor right on top of Dennis. Harry and Ron heard him crying and carried
him up to the Madame Pomfrey."
Harry's mouth dropped as he watched Hermione go.
Snape looked furious. "Well, I'll still have to discuss this with Professor
McGonagall." Harry and Ron nodded and looked at Snape with furious eyes.
"Well," Snape barked, "What are you waiting on? To class!"
With this, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked slowly to the door. Ron made
a high pitched cat hiss that Snape obviously didn't hear.
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"Woah, Hermione, that was pretty damn good," Harry commented as
he put his arm around her.
Hermione put on a fake, high pitched voice. "Thanks, honey! You know I
just couldn't resist seeing that cute little face you make when you're in
trouble!" Harry grinned as Hermione pinched his cheek teasingly.
"Now, now you two. Calm down and hurry up. I happen to have a little
date with Fleur Delacour as we speak," Ron carried on as he started strutting
towards the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom.
"Um, Ron!" Hermione yelled loudly after Ron so that every person in the
classroom could hear her. "What happened to Lavender Brown? Didn't I
catch you with her last night in the common room?"
Ron turned around and faced Hermione. "Well, Hermione," he yelled,
every bit as loud as she had, "why don't I remind you what I catch you and
Harry doing all the time...once in the school kitchens!"
Harry blushed immensely at this. Hermione immediately retaliated. "Am I
mistaken, or was that Hannah Abbot I saw you with last semester?"
Ron grinned. "Yes, it was. Was that you and Harry I heard in Filch's office
on the last day of school?"
Hermione's mouth dropped. "Probably. What about both Patil twins, Ron.
Did you have fun with them?"
Ron screamed back, "I don't know Hermione. Did you and Harry have fun
in Snape's dungeon?"
Hermione blushed, but managed to yell out "Pansy Parkinson, Ron! Do
you remember her?"
With this, Ron stood speechless, Harry broke down onto the floor, snorting
with laughter, and Seamus Finnigan's yelp of "Pansy Parkinson?!" could be
heard from outside the classroom.
The classroom door suddenly flew open, and there stood Fleur Delacour.
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"Man, Harry, did you see her face? She was so pissed!" Ron was still
going on about Fleur's Defense Against Dark Arts class.
"Yeah, I though she was gonna shit her pants!" piped up Neville
Longbottom.
"Neville, honey, not while we're eating," Hermione said as she looked at
her pasta.
Harry, who was obviously very hungry, laughed through a mouthful of
pasta.
"Ron," he finally said through a full mouth, "how did you know about me
and Hermione in Filch's office?"
Ron grinned mischievously. "Because that's where me and Parvati were
headed."
AN: All characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. This is my first ever fanfic, and I have really no idea how to upload and all that! Oh well, I hope you like it. Feel free to review! You can flame it if you like, it's your opinion. By the way, Draco is definitely going to be in part 2!
By: Harriet Potter
Hermione cracked an eye open only to be blinded by the bright
September sun pouring into her eyes. Woah, she thought, I'm a seventh year!
And so this was true. Hermione was officially starting her seventh and final
year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had but one thing
on her mind- she was the oldest in school this year. Hermione, she thought
to herself, it's time to let loose. You have to make this the best year of your
life! With that thought in mind, she grabbed her books and grinned as she
walked out the door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry rolled out of bed and glanced around his dorm room. He
noticed his best friend, Ron Weasley, snoring loudly. Wait, something's
wrong here, Harry thought, as he turned and spotted three empty, made-up
beds that he knew all too well belonged to Dean Thomas, Seamus
Finningan, and Neville Longbottom.
"Uh oh...what time is it?" Harry suddenly blurted aloud. He pulled out his
wand and pointed it while muttering "timecio!". Gold, glittering letters
suddenly shot out of Harry's wand like a rocket and formed a shiny 11:43
AM floating in midair.
"Oh, shit Ron, wake up!" With this, Harry leaped onto Ron's four-poster
and began shaking him furiously.
"What the hell? Harry, Have you lost your damn mind?" Ron eyes opened
as he groggily attempted to prove to Harry that he was awake. He didn't
remain groggy for long, however, as he spotted the shimmering 11:43 AM
which was still suspended in midair.
"Harry, we gotta go!" With this, Ron began frantically searching through
his bag and pulled out a blue class schedule.
"Okay, we've already missed Divination, that started at nine..." Ron was
reading quickly off his schedule.
"We missed Divination! Ron, what will my year be if I don't hear my
death predicted twenty times on the first day of class!" Harry grinned as he
spoke.
Ron gave a small snort. "You have a point there, Harry. Anyway, we're on
break right now, so maybe if we hurry, we can make it to our next class in
time."
Harry looked up. "And what our next class be?" asked Harry curiously.
"Um...let me see...Advanced Defense Against Dark Arts. Wonder who's
teaching it this year." Ron glanced back down at the schedule to find out.
Each year they had a new Defense Against Dark Arts Professor, so it was
always quite a mystery as to who the next one would be. In Harry and Ron's
fifth year, the real Professor Moody had fulfilled his year as Defense Against
Dark Arts Professor, and in their sixth year, the one thing they had always
feared came to pass- Professor Snape finally got the position. Fortunately for
everyone, however, Snape decided that the job wasn't for him and went back
to being Potions Master. Professor Lupin took his place for the remainder of
the year.
Harry noticed that Ron's ears had slightly reddened as he read the class
schedule. "Harry, it says here that Professor Delacour will be teaching
Defense Against Dark Arts this year...you don't think? Shit, Harry! Fleur
Delacour is our new Professor! Pass me the cologne, if you please!" Ron
was grinning devilishly as he spoke.
Harry grinned. It was their first day of school and they were late. Late for
Fleur Delacour's class. It was going to be a damn good year.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry and Ron strolled down the endless flight of stairs, grinning the
whole way.
Ron looked over at Harry. "You know what?" he rambled. "We own the
school this year." With this, Ron began skipping and humming on beat.
It wasn't long before they made it to the Great Hall. Harry cracked the
door open and peered inside, only to find that everyone had already made
their way to class. Everyone, except for Professor Snape.
"Well, well, what have we here?" Snape asked smoothly. "Forget
something, Potter? I believe that you two are a little late for Defense Against
Dark Arts. Also, if I'm not mistaken, neither of you made it to Divnation this
morning."
Harry and Ron looked at each other guiltily.
"Well, boys, unless you to have a reasonable excuse for skipping class this
morning, I'm afraid I will be forced to take a considerable amount of points
from Gryffindor. So, if you will please explain yourselves..." Snape's voice
carried out as he waited for their excuses.
Ron's mouth opened first. "We....uh, you know, we..." Harry joined in,
his mind racing for excuses. "We were simply...um..."
A familiar voice suddenly popped out from behind Snape.
"They were taking poor little Dennis Creevey to the hospital wing,
Professor Snape. Did you not hear about his incident with Peeves?"
Hermione looked at Snape with wide, innocent eyes.
Snape suddenly shot around. "No, Miss Granger, I did not hear, but I'm
certain that you'll tell me."
Hermione acted as though she didn't hear him. "You see, Professor, little
Dennis was on his way to class this morning, when Peeves started throwing
quite a fit. Something about Filch. Apparently, Peeves knocked a suit of
armor right on top of Dennis. Harry and Ron heard him crying and carried
him up to the Madame Pomfrey."
Harry's mouth dropped as he watched Hermione go.
Snape looked furious. "Well, I'll still have to discuss this with Professor
McGonagall." Harry and Ron nodded and looked at Snape with furious eyes.
"Well," Snape barked, "What are you waiting on? To class!"
With this, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked slowly to the door. Ron made
a high pitched cat hiss that Snape obviously didn't hear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Woah, Hermione, that was pretty damn good," Harry commented as
he put his arm around her.
Hermione put on a fake, high pitched voice. "Thanks, honey! You know I
just couldn't resist seeing that cute little face you make when you're in
trouble!" Harry grinned as Hermione pinched his cheek teasingly.
"Now, now you two. Calm down and hurry up. I happen to have a little
date with Fleur Delacour as we speak," Ron carried on as he started strutting
towards the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom.
"Um, Ron!" Hermione yelled loudly after Ron so that every person in the
classroom could hear her. "What happened to Lavender Brown? Didn't I
catch you with her last night in the common room?"
Ron turned around and faced Hermione. "Well, Hermione," he yelled,
every bit as loud as she had, "why don't I remind you what I catch you and
Harry doing all the time...once in the school kitchens!"
Harry blushed immensely at this. Hermione immediately retaliated. "Am I
mistaken, or was that Hannah Abbot I saw you with last semester?"
Ron grinned. "Yes, it was. Was that you and Harry I heard in Filch's office
on the last day of school?"
Hermione's mouth dropped. "Probably. What about both Patil twins, Ron.
Did you have fun with them?"
Ron screamed back, "I don't know Hermione. Did you and Harry have fun
in Snape's dungeon?"
Hermione blushed, but managed to yell out "Pansy Parkinson, Ron! Do
you remember her?"
With this, Ron stood speechless, Harry broke down onto the floor, snorting
with laughter, and Seamus Finnigan's yelp of "Pansy Parkinson?!" could be
heard from outside the classroom.
The classroom door suddenly flew open, and there stood Fleur Delacour.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Man, Harry, did you see her face? She was so pissed!" Ron was still
going on about Fleur's Defense Against Dark Arts class.
"Yeah, I though she was gonna shit her pants!" piped up Neville
Longbottom.
"Neville, honey, not while we're eating," Hermione said as she looked at
her pasta.
Harry, who was obviously very hungry, laughed through a mouthful of
pasta.
"Ron," he finally said through a full mouth, "how did you know about me
and Hermione in Filch's office?"
Ron grinned mischievously. "Because that's where me and Parvati were
headed."
AN: All characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. This is my first ever fanfic, and I have really no idea how to upload and all that! Oh well, I hope you like it. Feel free to review! You can flame it if you like, it's your opinion. By the way, Draco is definitely going to be in part 2!