Ch. 1- Return To Hogwarts
'It's finally time to go to school.' Hermione thought to herself. 'I've been waiting for this since we left."
It was August the 31st, and Hermione had been anticipating her return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for three weeks now. She'd spent the later half of two days making sure she had everything she would need for her last year at Hogwarts.
Her school uniform was neatly pressed in her closet with her prefect badge neatly pinned to the left side of the cloak, and her trunk was placed at the end of her bed with Crookshanks' cage sitting atop it. Evanescence's CD "Fallen" was on full blast on the radio by her bed. Hermione lay on the bed thinking about the next day- the Hogwarts Express, Harry, Ron- then the worst part of school surfaced in her mind; Draco Malfoy.
Draco was the Slytherin house prefect who had no better enjoyment in life than torturing people whom he didn't like, especially Harry, Ron, and herself. The worst name Hermione had ever been called, a mudblood or dirty blood, was said by Draco. This was the one reason Hermione was apprehensive about returning to school.
Hermione lay up for hours thinking about the upcoming day. Even though Draco was to be there, she was excited to go to school again.
BEEP BEEP BEEP. The alarm was going off at precisely 5:30 the way Hermione had planned. She jumped out of bed and hurried to get ready. She, then, ran into her mother's room.
"Mom, come on. We need to get ready," Hermione said while shaking her mother.
"Okay, honey. You'd think it were Christmas with the way you're acting," she said drowsily sitting up.
"Ya ya, come on," Hermione said hurrieing out of the room.
She rushed a shower and got on some clothes, then neatly put her uniform in a bag to be put on on the train.
"Mother, are you ready? We need to go," Hermione yelled up the stairs with her thingsat her side.
Her mother walked down the stairs and helped Hermione with putting her bags in the car, then they got ready for the long ride to the train station.