Heyz this is my first attempt at writing fic, so plz b nice n'
read..... and review. and sorry if I have mistakez in here
I'm way 2 lazy 2 edit it.
Disclaimer:All the original characters in this story belong to the talented J.K Rowling and not me, but there mite be a few of my own characterz so plz dun sue.
She opened her eyes finding herself sitting on the ground of what seemed to be the heart of the Forbidden Forest. She slowly scanned the area with her beautiful chocolate brown eyes. She saw dark figures peering out through the trees, their crimson eyes glaring out at her.
The tiny particles of the remaining light around her started fading away.... She then suddenly realized someone was lying in her lap, she gazed down to find a person who seemed utterly familiar. But it was difficult to see his face due to the lack of light.
The boy seemed to be semi-conscious; both his and her robes were torn and caked in mud. He slowly reached up and wiped away her tears, she hadn't even noticed she had begun to cry. She didn't even know who he was, and yet here she was weeping for him somehow knowing clearly he couldn't cry for himself.
But all of a sudden her surroundings began to fade, the boy slowly moved his pale ghost-like lips but she couldn't hear him... But the last thing she saw before everything disappeared were his blank emtionless grey eyes...
Hermione woke up to the howling of the wind outside her window; beads of sweat trickling down her face. She looked around at ther surroundings, only to find herself in her own room...
It had all just been a dream... But it had seemed so real... The bitter coldness of the wind nipping at her exposed skin... The tears that had rolled down her cheeks, and... The boy's hand on her cheek... It had felt so warm... So comforting... So right... Being there with him...
But most of all were his enchanting grey eyes... or had they been green? She puzzled over this thought, how could she have felt so attached to this person if she didn't even know who he was? Was she going mad over this one single dream?
She was finally pulled out of her thoughts by the sounds of hooting and tapping on her window. She climbed out of bed, and padded to the window, her nightgown slightly brushing against her leg as she did.
She pulled aside the silk curtain to find a large barn owl at the window, she quickly opened the window letting the owl in. She gratefully untied the letter from the owl's leg, petting it's magnificent head as it hooted and flew into the night once more.
Why would a girl be taking letters from an owl, would you think? Hermione wasn't a normal seventeen-year-old girl, she was a witch! For the past six years she had been attending Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She wasn't born in a wizarding family, but she was still a witch with the ability to use magic. She was a muggle-born, meaning she into a non-magical family. She had been eleven when she had found out she was a witch.
It had been quite a shock to her, and her parents. She still remembered the day perfectly; she had been in her room reading as usual when Mrs.Granger had let out and ear piercing screech. Hermione had run down the stairs to find her mother in the kitchen waving a broomstick at an owl!
Hermione laughed out loud at the very thought, she had been overwhelmed when she had found out she would be attending a wizarding school, and her parents had been so proud of her!
She then remembered what she had been doing before going into a flashback mode and opened the letter in
her hands.
Dear Miss.Granger
You have personally been chosen by professor Dumbledore, to be head girl. You will be expected to report to the prefect's compartment aboard the Hogwarts Express on September 1st.
You will be expected to instruct the prefects of their duties and to patrol the train throughout the trip along with the prefects and head boy, whom you will be meeting that day.
Also enclosed in this letter is your headgirl badge, you Hogwarts letter will be arriving shortly.
Sincerely yours,
Minerva, McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
Hermione's face lit up after she had read the letter; she was going to be head girl! She couldn't wait to tell her best friends Harry and Ron!
She then started wondering who the head boy would be; she wanted it to be either Harry or Ron, But a small side of her wanted it to be Malfoy...
'WHAT AM I THINKING?!?!!?! MALFOY?!?!?!? SNAP OUT OF IT HERMIONE!!! YOU'RE THINKING WAY TO MUCH!!!' she screamed at herself in her mind, was she going crazy?! first she had been going mad over a dream, and now... now she was thinking about Draco Malfoy?!?!
She finally calmed down a little and lay back in bed, still clutching the letter and badge in her hands. Her eyse slowly closed and soon she was fast asleep...
Hermione stood with her parents at the train station waiting for the Weasleys and Harry. She had grown up to be a beautiful young woman, over the years she had been able to tame her wild busy hair and she had gotten curves in all the right places.
She had finally caught a glimpse of the Weasley family, with all their wild flaming red hair who could miss them?
She frantically waved to them, tiptoeing to get a better look over her trolley holding her trunk, books, Crookshanks and his basket.
Harry and Ron both hurried over with their own overloaded trolleys both grinning at her. "How was you summer?" Asked Ron trying to get Pigwidgeon to stop fluttering around in his cage and attracting attention from the muggles.
"It was just terrific! Guess?!?!" Squealed Hermione, her eyes shining.
"What? You finished all the books we're supposed to read this year?" Joked Harry.
"I made head girl!" Chirped Hermione, her cheeks flushed with excitement considering the warm weather.
"That's bloody brilliant! You'll be able to give Malfoy detentions!" laughed Ron hysterically, thinking of horrible things they could now to Malfoy, now that Hermione was head girl.
Hermione glared at Ron apparently not thrilled with the idea, she had always hated Malfoy, but that didn't mean she could go around giving detention she hated. Mrs.Weasley called them over saying it was almost time to board the train.
They went in groups throught the barrier on platform nine and three quarters, but checking that no muggles were watching. When they had gotten through the they spotted many of their fellow students from Hogwarts saying their good-byes.
They said their own good-byes and boarded the train. They found their own compartment and sat down, the boys had started a conversation about quidditch as usual while Hermione settled herself into a book with Crookshanks on her lap.
The train jolted to a star, and startled Crookshanks causing him to leap off Hermione's lap. They had changed into their robes when someone had arrived at the door.
"Hey there, Pothead how was your summer? Have you been at Weasel's house again? No, or should I say shack? That little shed wouldn't even count as a house now would it Weasel?" Sniggered Draco, standing in the doorway apparently pleased with himself.
Ron's ears had gone red and he clenched his fists getting ready to beat Draco into a bloody pulp, while Harry knew better and just glared daggers at Draco instead. Hermione had grabbed Ron's arm just in time. before he had a time to attack.
"What do you want Mafoy?" Glared Hermione, hatred showing in her voice.
"Nothing, mudbloosd just telling you it's time for the prefects and heads' meeting ," replied Draco, sarcastically and turned his back to them and walked away.
Hermione's mouth hung open, not being able to believe that out of all people Malfoy had to be head boy! She would have to share a common room with him for the entire year! This couldn't be!
She thought over that maybe he had only been the messenger telling her to go to the meeting.
Hermione glumly said her temporarily good-byes to Harry and Ron and trudged out the door after Draco.
Ron glanced out the door and finally spoke after he was sure Hermione was gone. "do you know what that means Harry? What if she's pulled over onto Malfoy's side and woun't ever be our friend any more?" Gaped Ron, unable to believe what had just happened.
"Ron! How could you say such a thing? Hermione isn't that type of a person," replied Harry, "At least, I don't think she is..."
Hoped u guyz lyked that plz review n' I'll try 2 get the next chapter up soon!
Disclaimer:All the original characters in this story belong to the talented J.K Rowling and not me, but there mite be a few of my own characterz so plz dun sue.
She opened her eyes finding herself sitting on the ground of what seemed to be the heart of the Forbidden Forest. She slowly scanned the area with her beautiful chocolate brown eyes. She saw dark figures peering out through the trees, their crimson eyes glaring out at her.
The tiny particles of the remaining light around her started fading away.... She then suddenly realized someone was lying in her lap, she gazed down to find a person who seemed utterly familiar. But it was difficult to see his face due to the lack of light.
The boy seemed to be semi-conscious; both his and her robes were torn and caked in mud. He slowly reached up and wiped away her tears, she hadn't even noticed she had begun to cry. She didn't even know who he was, and yet here she was weeping for him somehow knowing clearly he couldn't cry for himself.
But all of a sudden her surroundings began to fade, the boy slowly moved his pale ghost-like lips but she couldn't hear him... But the last thing she saw before everything disappeared were his blank emtionless grey eyes...
Hermione woke up to the howling of the wind outside her window; beads of sweat trickling down her face. She looked around at ther surroundings, only to find herself in her own room...
It had all just been a dream... But it had seemed so real... The bitter coldness of the wind nipping at her exposed skin... The tears that had rolled down her cheeks, and... The boy's hand on her cheek... It had felt so warm... So comforting... So right... Being there with him...
But most of all were his enchanting grey eyes... or had they been green? She puzzled over this thought, how could she have felt so attached to this person if she didn't even know who he was? Was she going mad over this one single dream?
She was finally pulled out of her thoughts by the sounds of hooting and tapping on her window. She climbed out of bed, and padded to the window, her nightgown slightly brushing against her leg as she did.
She pulled aside the silk curtain to find a large barn owl at the window, she quickly opened the window letting the owl in. She gratefully untied the letter from the owl's leg, petting it's magnificent head as it hooted and flew into the night once more.
Why would a girl be taking letters from an owl, would you think? Hermione wasn't a normal seventeen-year-old girl, she was a witch! For the past six years she had been attending Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She wasn't born in a wizarding family, but she was still a witch with the ability to use magic. She was a muggle-born, meaning she into a non-magical family. She had been eleven when she had found out she was a witch.
It had been quite a shock to her, and her parents. She still remembered the day perfectly; she had been in her room reading as usual when Mrs.Granger had let out and ear piercing screech. Hermione had run down the stairs to find her mother in the kitchen waving a broomstick at an owl!
Hermione laughed out loud at the very thought, she had been overwhelmed when she had found out she would be attending a wizarding school, and her parents had been so proud of her!
She then remembered what she had been doing before going into a flashback mode and opened the letter in
her hands.
Dear Miss.Granger
You have personally been chosen by professor Dumbledore, to be head girl. You will be expected to report to the prefect's compartment aboard the Hogwarts Express on September 1st.
You will be expected to instruct the prefects of their duties and to patrol the train throughout the trip along with the prefects and head boy, whom you will be meeting that day.
Also enclosed in this letter is your headgirl badge, you Hogwarts letter will be arriving shortly.
Sincerely yours,
Minerva, McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
Hermione's face lit up after she had read the letter; she was going to be head girl! She couldn't wait to tell her best friends Harry and Ron!
She then started wondering who the head boy would be; she wanted it to be either Harry or Ron, But a small side of her wanted it to be Malfoy...
'WHAT AM I THINKING?!?!!?! MALFOY?!?!?!? SNAP OUT OF IT HERMIONE!!! YOU'RE THINKING WAY TO MUCH!!!' she screamed at herself in her mind, was she going crazy?! first she had been going mad over a dream, and now... now she was thinking about Draco Malfoy?!?!
She finally calmed down a little and lay back in bed, still clutching the letter and badge in her hands. Her eyse slowly closed and soon she was fast asleep...
Hermione stood with her parents at the train station waiting for the Weasleys and Harry. She had grown up to be a beautiful young woman, over the years she had been able to tame her wild busy hair and she had gotten curves in all the right places.
She had finally caught a glimpse of the Weasley family, with all their wild flaming red hair who could miss them?
She frantically waved to them, tiptoeing to get a better look over her trolley holding her trunk, books, Crookshanks and his basket.
Harry and Ron both hurried over with their own overloaded trolleys both grinning at her. "How was you summer?" Asked Ron trying to get Pigwidgeon to stop fluttering around in his cage and attracting attention from the muggles.
"It was just terrific! Guess?!?!" Squealed Hermione, her eyes shining.
"What? You finished all the books we're supposed to read this year?" Joked Harry.
"I made head girl!" Chirped Hermione, her cheeks flushed with excitement considering the warm weather.
"That's bloody brilliant! You'll be able to give Malfoy detentions!" laughed Ron hysterically, thinking of horrible things they could now to Malfoy, now that Hermione was head girl.
Hermione glared at Ron apparently not thrilled with the idea, she had always hated Malfoy, but that didn't mean she could go around giving detention she hated. Mrs.Weasley called them over saying it was almost time to board the train.
They went in groups throught the barrier on platform nine and three quarters, but checking that no muggles were watching. When they had gotten through the they spotted many of their fellow students from Hogwarts saying their good-byes.
They said their own good-byes and boarded the train. They found their own compartment and sat down, the boys had started a conversation about quidditch as usual while Hermione settled herself into a book with Crookshanks on her lap.
The train jolted to a star, and startled Crookshanks causing him to leap off Hermione's lap. They had changed into their robes when someone had arrived at the door.
"Hey there, Pothead how was your summer? Have you been at Weasel's house again? No, or should I say shack? That little shed wouldn't even count as a house now would it Weasel?" Sniggered Draco, standing in the doorway apparently pleased with himself.
Ron's ears had gone red and he clenched his fists getting ready to beat Draco into a bloody pulp, while Harry knew better and just glared daggers at Draco instead. Hermione had grabbed Ron's arm just in time. before he had a time to attack.
"What do you want Mafoy?" Glared Hermione, hatred showing in her voice.
"Nothing, mudbloosd just telling you it's time for the prefects and heads' meeting ," replied Draco, sarcastically and turned his back to them and walked away.
Hermione's mouth hung open, not being able to believe that out of all people Malfoy had to be head boy! She would have to share a common room with him for the entire year! This couldn't be!
She thought over that maybe he had only been the messenger telling her to go to the meeting.
Hermione glumly said her temporarily good-byes to Harry and Ron and trudged out the door after Draco.
Ron glanced out the door and finally spoke after he was sure Hermione was gone. "do you know what that means Harry? What if she's pulled over onto Malfoy's side and woun't ever be our friend any more?" Gaped Ron, unable to believe what had just happened.
"Ron! How could you say such a thing? Hermione isn't that type of a person," replied Harry, "At least, I don't think she is..."
Hoped u guyz lyked that plz review n' I'll try 2 get the next chapter up soon!