How The Stars Fall
By: CG
Date: 2/12/03
Disclaimer: I don't own this, but I sure do indulge in creating more for
it!
Hermione strolled down the length of the winding road, leading up to the large oak doors, leading into the entrance hall. Signing, she took out the note she had been mailed by her professor." It read as such:
Ms. Granger,
We will be so pleased to have you in our presence this summer. So glad that you will also be considering being a prefect this coming term, and we hope only the best for you. Someone will meet you at the Entrance Hall on the evening of June the 4rth. We expect you will have brought all your necessary living essential, as well as money for anything you will need more of during the course of the summer.
Warm Wishes,
Albus Dumbledore.
She had thought about just staying home, but, because of the divorce her parents had only recently decided to tell her they had filed, she found it best to just go away for the summer.
When she had first come to this conclusion, she had at first thought staying with Ron could work, but with the relationship continuously growing between them, she felt the need for a bit more space through this summer. Then there was the option of the Dursley's. That had only taken her two second to decide upon not going there, she thought Harry's un-family would only lash out more at him, and because of her mistakes.
Truth to be told, however, Hermione didn't look capable of mistakes. Her tall slim figure, brown waves etching around her, the small summer dress that blew around her knees, and the smart and sensible look she held, made her seem older, though she would only be entering her sixth year.
Hermione's head shot up, just then, to see the doors swing open, only to reveal, Professor McGonagall. This was really no shock to her. She knew that many of the teachers stayed over the summer, to help out with the students that were housed there, which was usually only a small amount, meaning all the more trouble was caused.
"Ms. Granger? Are you just going to enter now, or should I fetch a few of the young men to carry you to your room?"
Hermione was jolted from her distant recollection of the events back home. She only nodded her head, levitated her trunk forward, and sauntered inside.
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Professor McGonagall lead Hermione to a small chamber, in a tower she had never known existed. She supposed it was concealed during the school term, but, it would seem to her that she and Hon, and Harry still would have found it by now. The tower was decorated in silver and white, with the different students rooms, left to be decorated in their chosen colors. "Hermione, I would like you to remember that while you are here on a sort of, er, retreat, you must remain as composed and collected as you have always demonstrated during your school term. And truthfully, I don't think I even need to warn such a bright young lady, but it is a requirement." Professor McGonagall smiled and handed her a small book.
"Thank you professor. You know your opinion has always meant a great deal to me. And, may I ask, what is this book?" Hermione had always tried to show Professor McGonagall her up-most respect. After all, she had saved Hermione, Harry, and Ron, and awful many house points and detentions their first year, and it only made sense to repeatedly give thanks.
"Ah, yes. Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to give it to you. It's a small book of tips he give to his favorite preficts, I would go over them if I were you, just incase you decide to take us up on that offer." And with that, she was gone.
Hermione didn't think it polite to mention the curls hanging from her normally tight bun. But it wasn't like it mattered, it looked nice that way. She continued thinking about the offer that had been made to her. She would be able to share a room with only three other girls, prefects, and have access to a larger, nicer bathroom.
On the other hand, she already had so much she needed to be doing, and it was unclear how many classes she would be taking, there had been so many options, she knew even with her skill, she wouldn't be able to deal with them all.
Her thoughts continued as she organized the clothing and accessories she had brought with her into, and onto the large dresser, and into the bathroom. She decided on an ocean theme for the room. The walls were turned a pale blue, the bed a smooth teal, with complimenting sandy and blue colored pillows. The curtains on the windows and around the bed were a sunny yellow, and the bathroom was set to match.
She was soon tired from her journey, and decided it would be best to change, and get into bed. She grabbed a yellow nightie from the dresser, and slipped it on. She though about visiting a few of the other unknown residents, but she figured that would wait until the morning, and she soon drifted into sleep.
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Memories washed through Hermione's head that night. Dreams of her parents, fighting, yelling. Their sadness, anger, and confusion overwhelming her and everything she did. Her father was yelling, her mother was crying, and there she sat in the middle of it all, unable to wake from this dream, that at her home, was reality. =============*===========
Draco Malfoy had heard the news of another resident joining them for the summer. He thought maybe this would make the summer at least a little less boring, at least for some time, before it again became the dull and dreary prison that to him it seemed to be.
' I hate this!' He thought sourly, 'I hate my father, I hate my mother, and I only want to get out of school. The sooner I'm out the better. Then I can disappear forever! Away from everything! I won't have to join my father, I can live in a wizards tent on the beach, and only emerge for groceries!'
Arms slipping around him made him snap from his perfect dream world, and into reality where Pansy Parkinson, the girl his parents loved, and the only one he despised, stuck her pointy nose up to his.
"Morning pickle-juice!" Pansy's shrill voice howled in delight at his mock- happy expression. "I was hoping you would awake soon! It seems we have another lady in our midst. a Gryffindor!" Pansy hissed with venom.
Draco swooped around, managing to shake pansy off into a pile on the ground as he did so. "Pansy. I have no interest whatsoever in you, your silly games, or any new arrivals. I also have no intention on prying in on their lives, I already have a certain trio I can do that with during the school semester, you see."
Pansy looked only too smug with his judgment. "Ok, Dracy, but just let me tell you this: When I break Hermione Granger before you even get the chance, you'll be the one who's lower than me in Voldemort's business, now won't that make your family feel stupid eh?" She slowed the last part of this, for a better and longer reaction from Draco.
"Pansy.? Are you telling me that Ms. Granger is here? Within my very grasp?"
"That would be precisely what I'm telling you."
"Pansy, you know what this means. Fetch Crabe and Goyle, they might be of some use to me now." Pansy nodded and made her way down the stairs.
'Well, well, well, turns out that this summer there might be a little fun involved after all. This at least can distract me from my irrational father. Maybe if I can hand him a mud blood to sacrifice, I'll be able to escape being a death eater once and for all.'
And with that Draco Malfoy began his plan, to escape his family, rid himself of an enemy, and maybe, rid himself of pansy, too.
Thanks for reading, I'll try and get you guys another few chapters by tomorrow! I would really appreciate hearing any reviews you have for me! Luv, CG
Hermione strolled down the length of the winding road, leading up to the large oak doors, leading into the entrance hall. Signing, she took out the note she had been mailed by her professor." It read as such:
Ms. Granger,
We will be so pleased to have you in our presence this summer. So glad that you will also be considering being a prefect this coming term, and we hope only the best for you. Someone will meet you at the Entrance Hall on the evening of June the 4rth. We expect you will have brought all your necessary living essential, as well as money for anything you will need more of during the course of the summer.
Warm Wishes,
Albus Dumbledore.
She had thought about just staying home, but, because of the divorce her parents had only recently decided to tell her they had filed, she found it best to just go away for the summer.
When she had first come to this conclusion, she had at first thought staying with Ron could work, but with the relationship continuously growing between them, she felt the need for a bit more space through this summer. Then there was the option of the Dursley's. That had only taken her two second to decide upon not going there, she thought Harry's un-family would only lash out more at him, and because of her mistakes.
Truth to be told, however, Hermione didn't look capable of mistakes. Her tall slim figure, brown waves etching around her, the small summer dress that blew around her knees, and the smart and sensible look she held, made her seem older, though she would only be entering her sixth year.
Hermione's head shot up, just then, to see the doors swing open, only to reveal, Professor McGonagall. This was really no shock to her. She knew that many of the teachers stayed over the summer, to help out with the students that were housed there, which was usually only a small amount, meaning all the more trouble was caused.
"Ms. Granger? Are you just going to enter now, or should I fetch a few of the young men to carry you to your room?"
Hermione was jolted from her distant recollection of the events back home. She only nodded her head, levitated her trunk forward, and sauntered inside.
============*===========
Professor McGonagall lead Hermione to a small chamber, in a tower she had never known existed. She supposed it was concealed during the school term, but, it would seem to her that she and Hon, and Harry still would have found it by now. The tower was decorated in silver and white, with the different students rooms, left to be decorated in their chosen colors. "Hermione, I would like you to remember that while you are here on a sort of, er, retreat, you must remain as composed and collected as you have always demonstrated during your school term. And truthfully, I don't think I even need to warn such a bright young lady, but it is a requirement." Professor McGonagall smiled and handed her a small book.
"Thank you professor. You know your opinion has always meant a great deal to me. And, may I ask, what is this book?" Hermione had always tried to show Professor McGonagall her up-most respect. After all, she had saved Hermione, Harry, and Ron, and awful many house points and detentions their first year, and it only made sense to repeatedly give thanks.
"Ah, yes. Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to give it to you. It's a small book of tips he give to his favorite preficts, I would go over them if I were you, just incase you decide to take us up on that offer." And with that, she was gone.
Hermione didn't think it polite to mention the curls hanging from her normally tight bun. But it wasn't like it mattered, it looked nice that way. She continued thinking about the offer that had been made to her. She would be able to share a room with only three other girls, prefects, and have access to a larger, nicer bathroom.
On the other hand, she already had so much she needed to be doing, and it was unclear how many classes she would be taking, there had been so many options, she knew even with her skill, she wouldn't be able to deal with them all.
Her thoughts continued as she organized the clothing and accessories she had brought with her into, and onto the large dresser, and into the bathroom. She decided on an ocean theme for the room. The walls were turned a pale blue, the bed a smooth teal, with complimenting sandy and blue colored pillows. The curtains on the windows and around the bed were a sunny yellow, and the bathroom was set to match.
She was soon tired from her journey, and decided it would be best to change, and get into bed. She grabbed a yellow nightie from the dresser, and slipped it on. She though about visiting a few of the other unknown residents, but she figured that would wait until the morning, and she soon drifted into sleep.
=============*===========
Memories washed through Hermione's head that night. Dreams of her parents, fighting, yelling. Their sadness, anger, and confusion overwhelming her and everything she did. Her father was yelling, her mother was crying, and there she sat in the middle of it all, unable to wake from this dream, that at her home, was reality. =============*===========
Draco Malfoy had heard the news of another resident joining them for the summer. He thought maybe this would make the summer at least a little less boring, at least for some time, before it again became the dull and dreary prison that to him it seemed to be.
' I hate this!' He thought sourly, 'I hate my father, I hate my mother, and I only want to get out of school. The sooner I'm out the better. Then I can disappear forever! Away from everything! I won't have to join my father, I can live in a wizards tent on the beach, and only emerge for groceries!'
Arms slipping around him made him snap from his perfect dream world, and into reality where Pansy Parkinson, the girl his parents loved, and the only one he despised, stuck her pointy nose up to his.
"Morning pickle-juice!" Pansy's shrill voice howled in delight at his mock- happy expression. "I was hoping you would awake soon! It seems we have another lady in our midst. a Gryffindor!" Pansy hissed with venom.
Draco swooped around, managing to shake pansy off into a pile on the ground as he did so. "Pansy. I have no interest whatsoever in you, your silly games, or any new arrivals. I also have no intention on prying in on their lives, I already have a certain trio I can do that with during the school semester, you see."
Pansy looked only too smug with his judgment. "Ok, Dracy, but just let me tell you this: When I break Hermione Granger before you even get the chance, you'll be the one who's lower than me in Voldemort's business, now won't that make your family feel stupid eh?" She slowed the last part of this, for a better and longer reaction from Draco.
"Pansy.? Are you telling me that Ms. Granger is here? Within my very grasp?"
"That would be precisely what I'm telling you."
"Pansy, you know what this means. Fetch Crabe and Goyle, they might be of some use to me now." Pansy nodded and made her way down the stairs.
'Well, well, well, turns out that this summer there might be a little fun involved after all. This at least can distract me from my irrational father. Maybe if I can hand him a mud blood to sacrifice, I'll be able to escape being a death eater once and for all.'
And with that Draco Malfoy began his plan, to escape his family, rid himself of an enemy, and maybe, rid himself of pansy, too.
Thanks for reading, I'll try and get you guys another few chapters by tomorrow! I would really appreciate hearing any reviews you have for me! Luv, CG