Disclaimer: Obviously you all know what Harry Potter is (or else you wouldn't be here), and that J.K. Rowling is the brilliant author of Harry Potter, so it should be equally obvious that I'm not her…..just in case that important fact escaped your notice, I didn't invent Harry Potter, or anything else you might recognise, I just put all the characters together with my twisted imagination and voila!
A/N – I thought of this story before I read HBP, so I know that what happened changes a lot of the stuff I wrote, but I like the way my story goes so I decided to leave it as it is in my head and ignore some of the stuff that happens in HBP (particularly what happens in the last few chapters…), but I will still acknowledge some of the other stuff that happened (Won-Won/Lav-Lav etc…)
CHAPTER 1 – Slightly Sodden
As the rain pelted against her bedroom window, Hermione Granger sat on her bed reading Hogwarts, A History (for approximately the seven hundred and fifty-fourth time) without a care in the world. Barely audible against the raindrops came a sharper rap – an owl, baring a parchment envelope addressed to her in green ink.
Finally, she thought, my Hogwarts letter has arrived.
She slid off her bed and opened the window to let the soaking and bedraggled owl into the dry and warmth of her bedroom. The owl, a handsome tawny one, gratefully accepted the water it was offered as Hermione untied the letter, which was only slightly sodden, from its leg. Eagerly, she opened her letter to find not only the usual reminder to catch the train from platform 9 ¾, but an extra bit of parchment as well.
Dear Ms Granger,she read,
I am pleased to inform you that you have been awarded the position of head girl. As this position has greater responsibility than a prefect, you and the new Head Boy will have your own dormitories, bathroom and common room. You will find that your Prefect badge has been magically modified according to your new position.
Once again, congratulations.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Head of Gryffindor House
Hermione let out a squeal of delight as she rushed downstairs to tell her parents, who no doubt would be as ecstatic as their daughter.
Meanwhile, in another part of the country, Draco Malfoy sat moping in his room, watching the same rain falling through the window of his large bedroom. Startled by a tap, he irritably walked to his door and opened it to find a small house-elf clutching a silver tray that contained a single letter made from heavy parchment and addressed in green ink.
"What do you want?" Draco snarled at the house-elf.
"Bindy is only here to deliver Master Draco his letter, sir. It has only just arrived, sir," stammered the house-elf.
Draco snatched the letter off the tray and, without a second glance, slammed the door behind him.
Stupid bloody house-elves, he thought to himself as he angrily tore open the letter and read –
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
It is with great pleasure that I inform you that you have been awarded the position of Head Boy. You will be well aware that this new position gives you new responsibilities, and as these greater responsibilities will no doubt take a toll on you, you and the new Head Girl will have your own bedrooms, bathroom and common room. You will also find that your Prefect badge has been magically modified in accordance with your new position.
No doubt your father will be pleased.
Yours sincerely,
Severus Snape
Head of Slytherin House
Draco snorted to himself when he read that his father would be pleased. In fact, he sincerely doubted if anyone would care that he had become Head Boy at all. Since his father had been sent to Azkaban two years ago, his mother had become increasingly dependant on alcohol and was usually in a drunken stupor, so most of the time he was left to look after himself. He had no real friends at school, only a bunch of cronies, as his father had taught him at a very young age that trusting and caring about people was a weakness, and weakness was not to be tolerated.
Draco scrunched up the piece of parchment and threw it across the room, before continuing to stare at the rain and the lightning, forgetting all his troubles in the steady rhythm of the raindrops.
Ron Weasley sat in a considerably smaller bedroom, barely aware of the rain that was falling outside, as he had only one thing on his mind. There was someone he liked; he just didn't know how to go about letting her know. Although he did have a brief relationship with Lavender the previous year, he had never really asked someone out, at least not someone he liked this much, and he was stuck in a rut. After hours of deliberating, he finally decided he should tell someone, yet this brought about a new problem – who? He couldn't tell Harry, as he would probably tell the object of his attractions; he couldn't tell Hermione, as he felt uncomfortable about telling her; he couldn't tell Ginny because she was his sister and, even worse, would tell Fred and George. Just picturing their taunts caused Ron to shudder involuntarily on his bed. At last, he resigned himself to telling Harry – after all, he was his best mate, and he was the only person Ron would trust with something as big as this…that is, as long as he promised not to tell. Ron reached for some parchment and a quill, and began to write.
Harry, mate,
I have something really important – and I mean REALLY important – that I need your help with. This is more important than Quidditch even. You see, there's this girl, and I can't stop thinking about her……
I've liked her for ages now, but I don't know how to let her know without seeming like a nutter. I won't tell you who she is right now, because she might somehow read this and then I would feel like a right bloody idiot. All I will say is that she is really amazing, and means a lot to me, even if she doesn't feel the same way. I will tell you more on the Hogwarts Express, because there's only so much you can put in a letter, especially if you live with Fred and George.
I know I can rely on you, Harry.
- Ron
P.S. Please don't mention this to anyone!
Satisfied with his letter, Ron managed to catch Pig (who was even more hyper than usual) and send it off without hassle. Releasing a small sigh, Ron resumed thinking about the one person that had been on his mind all holidays – Hermione.
A/N: Sorry it's kinda a boring and clichéd beginning but please, keep reading! I don't even expect reviews but they would be nice! I know Ron sounds a little OOC, but I needed to make this chapter longer and didn't know how to go about it…