AN- If you read this, I would truly be appreciative. This is my first time
dipping my quill into my ink pot to try and write a fanfiction. I would
really be grateful if you would bear with me for a bit, just to try and get
my footing. I have, however, been reading them for quite a while now, and I
think I have a general feel for the way fanfiction is written. Not to say
I'm an expert connoisseur by any stretch of the imagination, so please be
free with advice, and constructive criticism. I'm a big boy now, and I know
I'm not perfect. For more about me and all, it's in my bio, so on with the
story.
Hermione Granger was in her 7th year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. The Head Girl had often been hailed as "the smartest mind to come to Hogwarts since Albus Dumbledore" It was true that Hermione had gotten all O's on her OWLs, only the 4th person in the century to do so. She'd looked it up, of course, because that was the sort of girl Hermione was. Albus Dumbledore, Tom Riddle, and Severus Snape were the only one's who had done the same. Hermione was quite surprised by this, while she had expected that Dumbledore and Riddle would have done well, she'd not have guessed Snape would score so well, if only because it was a rarity that he used his wand at all, being the Potions master. Hermione's feelings toward Snape were decidedly mixed. He was a brave man, no doubt about that, he spied on the Death Eaters even though he knew his loyalty was considered suspect at best. He was intelligent, that much anyone could discern from his classes. Snape knew his stuff, and even though everyone outside of a select group of Slytherins hated him, they still left his class with the knowledge he'd intended to impart on them. Snape was responsible for his actions; he paid the debts he incurred, saving Harry, and atoning for his sins as a Death Eater by spying on them. Yet, Hermione still could not respect him, for he took out his anger on innocent students. He might have saved Harry's life, but he still made said life miserable every day because of actions committed long ago by Harry's father. Snape ruled with an iron fist, and though it was an effective system in most cases, in others it did far more harm than good. Neville had passed his OWL with an A, because, he later told Hermione, "Snape wasn't looming over me making me nervous." Still, Neville, and most of the Gryffindors had dropped out of Potions 6th year. Hermione, of course, continued all her classes, and Harry remained, with his dogged determination to become an Auror. Ron had slogged along for about half of 6th year before he called it quits, and left the class. The very class for which Hermione would be late if she didn't get going.
Hermione ducked into a corner, and pulled out her Time Turner, given to her again last year. The teachers had been hesitant to give it to her again, but she'd managed to convince them that she was much older and more responsible now, and to her credit, she managed very well.
Hermione made it to the dungeons just before Professor Snape himself, and slipping into her seat beside Harry, she heard him say, "Hermione? Can you help me with this essay?"
Sighing, Hermione took the tattered piece of parchment and began to read it over. "You know Harry; you've got to learn to do this yourself."
"But you do it so much better." Harry said, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. Hermione stifled the chuckle that had risen unbidden to her lips. "Alright," she agreed, "Just this once."
"Potter! Granger!" came a voice from the doorway. Hermione gulped, and quickly stuffed the essay in her bag. Professor Snape had arrived, and apparently it was time to start the lesson. Today they were making a strength potion, which wasn't very hard. Hermione was running on autopilot, chopping, stirring, and checking her potion periodically. Unbeknownst to her, Pansy Parkinson had sabotaged it when Hermione had turned to help Harry, whose potion was giving off green smoke. Pansy smirked as she returned to her seat, and watched Hermione bottle her potion and start to walk up to Snape's desk. Pansy took her wand, and sent a banishing jinx at Hermione. The force of the spell sent Hermione flying. She reached out to try to steady herself, but only managed to grab hold of Harry's bag, which came right of the table and only put her more off balance. Hermione careened into Snape, and girl, potion, professor, and time turner smashed into each other. Hermione felt an odd sensation much like the one she got when traveling with a portkey, and then she lost consciousness.
From Harry's perspective, it had looked as though Hermione had flown through the air, grabbed his bad, smashed into Snape, and vanished with him. Instantly he spun around and pointed his wand at Malfoy. "Where is she?" Harry yelled.
"How should I know?" asked Malfoy, who looked equally baffled. Harry looked around, and saw only bewilderment on all the faces but one. Pansy Parkinson looked guilty and nervous. "Did you do this?" Harry demanded.
"Of course not Potter." Pansy replied, somewhat shakily. "Come on Draco, let's get out of here." But Draco looked odd, and with a glare in his eye repeated Harry, "Did you do this?"
Pansy now looked petrified, like a deer caught in the headlights. "I, no, of course not..." Harry turned an icy gaze on her. "We're going to the headmaster. You lot clean this up."
"Draco, help me," protested Pansy. But to her consternation, she found no refuge in Draco Malfoy. Instead, he got up, and beckoned, "Headmaster, Pansy. You know the way?" The second part was directed at Harry, who was too worried to notice this odd behavior in Malfoy. The two of them flanked Pansy as they left the room.
AN2- Well, there we have it. I might make this HP/DM, depending on what you all think. Reviews motivate me to write, *winkwinkhinthintnudgenudge*
Hermione Granger was in her 7th year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. The Head Girl had often been hailed as "the smartest mind to come to Hogwarts since Albus Dumbledore" It was true that Hermione had gotten all O's on her OWLs, only the 4th person in the century to do so. She'd looked it up, of course, because that was the sort of girl Hermione was. Albus Dumbledore, Tom Riddle, and Severus Snape were the only one's who had done the same. Hermione was quite surprised by this, while she had expected that Dumbledore and Riddle would have done well, she'd not have guessed Snape would score so well, if only because it was a rarity that he used his wand at all, being the Potions master. Hermione's feelings toward Snape were decidedly mixed. He was a brave man, no doubt about that, he spied on the Death Eaters even though he knew his loyalty was considered suspect at best. He was intelligent, that much anyone could discern from his classes. Snape knew his stuff, and even though everyone outside of a select group of Slytherins hated him, they still left his class with the knowledge he'd intended to impart on them. Snape was responsible for his actions; he paid the debts he incurred, saving Harry, and atoning for his sins as a Death Eater by spying on them. Yet, Hermione still could not respect him, for he took out his anger on innocent students. He might have saved Harry's life, but he still made said life miserable every day because of actions committed long ago by Harry's father. Snape ruled with an iron fist, and though it was an effective system in most cases, in others it did far more harm than good. Neville had passed his OWL with an A, because, he later told Hermione, "Snape wasn't looming over me making me nervous." Still, Neville, and most of the Gryffindors had dropped out of Potions 6th year. Hermione, of course, continued all her classes, and Harry remained, with his dogged determination to become an Auror. Ron had slogged along for about half of 6th year before he called it quits, and left the class. The very class for which Hermione would be late if she didn't get going.
Hermione ducked into a corner, and pulled out her Time Turner, given to her again last year. The teachers had been hesitant to give it to her again, but she'd managed to convince them that she was much older and more responsible now, and to her credit, she managed very well.
Hermione made it to the dungeons just before Professor Snape himself, and slipping into her seat beside Harry, she heard him say, "Hermione? Can you help me with this essay?"
Sighing, Hermione took the tattered piece of parchment and began to read it over. "You know Harry; you've got to learn to do this yourself."
"But you do it so much better." Harry said, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. Hermione stifled the chuckle that had risen unbidden to her lips. "Alright," she agreed, "Just this once."
"Potter! Granger!" came a voice from the doorway. Hermione gulped, and quickly stuffed the essay in her bag. Professor Snape had arrived, and apparently it was time to start the lesson. Today they were making a strength potion, which wasn't very hard. Hermione was running on autopilot, chopping, stirring, and checking her potion periodically. Unbeknownst to her, Pansy Parkinson had sabotaged it when Hermione had turned to help Harry, whose potion was giving off green smoke. Pansy smirked as she returned to her seat, and watched Hermione bottle her potion and start to walk up to Snape's desk. Pansy took her wand, and sent a banishing jinx at Hermione. The force of the spell sent Hermione flying. She reached out to try to steady herself, but only managed to grab hold of Harry's bag, which came right of the table and only put her more off balance. Hermione careened into Snape, and girl, potion, professor, and time turner smashed into each other. Hermione felt an odd sensation much like the one she got when traveling with a portkey, and then she lost consciousness.
From Harry's perspective, it had looked as though Hermione had flown through the air, grabbed his bad, smashed into Snape, and vanished with him. Instantly he spun around and pointed his wand at Malfoy. "Where is she?" Harry yelled.
"How should I know?" asked Malfoy, who looked equally baffled. Harry looked around, and saw only bewilderment on all the faces but one. Pansy Parkinson looked guilty and nervous. "Did you do this?" Harry demanded.
"Of course not Potter." Pansy replied, somewhat shakily. "Come on Draco, let's get out of here." But Draco looked odd, and with a glare in his eye repeated Harry, "Did you do this?"
Pansy now looked petrified, like a deer caught in the headlights. "I, no, of course not..." Harry turned an icy gaze on her. "We're going to the headmaster. You lot clean this up."
"Draco, help me," protested Pansy. But to her consternation, she found no refuge in Draco Malfoy. Instead, he got up, and beckoned, "Headmaster, Pansy. You know the way?" The second part was directed at Harry, who was too worried to notice this odd behavior in Malfoy. The two of them flanked Pansy as they left the room.
AN2- Well, there we have it. I might make this HP/DM, depending on what you all think. Reviews motivate me to write, *winkwinkhinthintnudgenudge*