A/N: I've decided to take a whack at an SS/HG fanfic. Hope you like it, I have to say, almost all possible ideas have been covered already by other brilliant people, but oh well! It will be a slow development at first, and then it will pick up, I promise. Review please; I always like compliments and feedback! J
I saw the PoA today (Saturday 5th) and it was awesome! Anyone else agree??
Hermione did not know what her sixth year at Hogwarts would bring, but all she knew was that at least she still had Harry and Ron to depend on. She smiled inwardly to herself, since when did she depend on them? More likely the other way around, they always were struggling through homework every tear, and every year she patiently (and sometimes not so patiently) helped them. Not that she really minded, she liked being able to help her friends out, after so much they'd done for her over the past five years.
"Hermione! Hermione!" The very two people in question came running towards her, pulling their trunks behind them after they had entered Platform 93/4. Their smiling faces were contagious; she found herself beaming as the two boys, (who had grown even more over the summer) embraced her.
"You know, you're going to have to let go of me at some point, we have to get on the train soon…" Ron and Harry broke away and Ron sorted a look of mock sadness.
"Aw, give us a break, Herm, we haven't seen you for-"
"Three days," interrupted Harry, giving Ron a playful shove. "Honestly, you are pathetic Ron, we say each other at the Order almost the entire summer!"
"Yeah, but still-"
"Oh there you are Ron, Harry! Why hello again, Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley had strode over, smiling at the tree of them, accompanied by Fred, George, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley.
"Good morning, Hermione. Ready for school?" asked Mr. Weasley.
"I suppose so, Mr. Weasley. I doubt I'll get anything done with these two bugging me all year." Ron and Harry faces fell, but only for a moment.
"Can you believe it? Me and Harry got 8 OWLs!"
"And I got 9," she smirked at them.
"That's only because you're taking Ancient Runes and Arithmancy, and you dropped Divination!" argued Ron. Hermione smiled. They would never not have any arguments; some things never change.
"Oh! Come on, the train is about to leave!" broke in Mrs. Weasley. They all hurried to get their trunks on the train and climbed aboard, choosing a compartment at the end of the train. At 11 o' clock sharp, the Hogwarts Express left the station for Hogwarts School.
Hermione could not have been more happier to go back to the school, which had been basically been her home for five years. She sighed; unfortunately, everyone was either coupled in their year or really close friends. Not that Harry and Ron were close friends, but Harry and Ron were infatuated with only one thing: Quidditch, and she was left out a lot. A single tear fell slowly down her cheek, she wiped it quickly away, everyone thought of her as an in-sufferable know-it-all, quoting from Professor Snape. Professor Snape, now that was one person she was not prepared to face again. His hatred of Harry had deepened, regardless of being in the Order.
What worried Hermione more about Snape was his sudden change of character. He was actually civil to her and her friends at the Order, not once the entire summer did he insult her, but she was sure he colors would change back to normal once he was in front of a classroom again. Hermione decided she would just forget about that for now and helped herself to a Chocolate Frog that Ron handed to her.
The very person Hermione has thought about was thinking about her, of all people. Snape did not know why, but he noticed a change in Hermione. She was not the arrogant know-it-all of the previous four years of school. She seemed much more content most of the time, and he'd swore she'd smiled at him several times at Grimmauld Place. He'd actually had some good conversations with her about different potions, and he realized how intelligent beyond her years she really was. She was a sixteen year old with the mind of a woman twenty years older; Snape's age.
He cursed himself, why was he thinking about such radical things? Snape did not like change, and he made his way down to the dungeons, wondering why he was thinking about Hermione Granger, of all people.