When Harry Met Hermione
First Year:
I was sitting on the train, eating strange sweets with a red-headed boy called Ron Weasley. He came from a long-line of wizards and witches – he was what the wizarding world call "pure blood." He was telling me all about his brothers and everything they've told him about Hogwarts. We started talking about his pet rat – Scabbers - that Percy gave him once he got his new owl.
"Fred gave me a spell to turn him yellow. Wanna see?" Ron said with a grin on his face.
"Yeah," I said enthusiastically sitting straight up to watch magic. Ron pulled his wand out from his pocket and cleared his throat. Just as he raised his wand and opened his mouth: "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one." I looked up suddenly and met the biggest brown eyes I've ever seen. They belonged to a girl with brown bushy hair already in her Hogwarts uniform.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then," she said with a smirk to a nervous looking Ron. He cleared his throat again and started flicking his wand.
"Sunshine daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" He jabbed the wand into Scabbers's rear-end that was poking out of an empty Chocolate Frog box. Nothing happened.
"Are you sure that's a real spell? Well it's not very good is it? I've been trying a few simple spells and they've all worked for me." The girl took her wand out from her robes and sat across from me. "For example," she said, pointing the wand between my eyes. "Occulus Reparo." And with a graceful swish I felt something happen to my glasses. I took them off to inspect them and found that they were no longer sellotaped together.
"Thanks," I whispered as I put them back on.
"You're Harry Potter!" she stated as if I didn't know. "I'm Hermione Granger," she said with a smile before turning to Ron and frowning. "And you are?"
"Ron Weasley," he said with a mouth full of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans in his mouth.
"Pleasure," Hermione said, although she didn't look or sound one bit pleased. She turned back to me and looked into my eyes. "You two should get into your robes, I'll expect we'll be arriving soon." She stood up and walked towards the carriage door. Turning back to face Ron, she said "You have dirt on your nose by the way, did you know? Just there," pointing to the side of her nose. And she was gone.
"Bloody hell, have you ever met anything like her?" Ron exclaimed before turning back to the large pile of sweets.
"No," was all I could say. I had never met anything like her.