Chapter 2 Part 1
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Hermione slumped down into the plush seats of the Gryffindor Common Room. Divination was utterly ridiculous. Not forgetting Malfoy , the sneaky chap who tried to snog her the other day. She shook her head in disgust and stared into the common room's fireplace.
"Hermione? Professor Mcgonall would like to see you." relayed Lee Jordan.
Hermione hastily turned to Lee Jordan with a confused expression.
'Must be how I treated that nutcase of a Professor earlier.' She concluded silently.
She hastily made her way to Mcgonall's office. Professor Mcgonall was looking pretty stressed. Folds and creases were forming on her face as trickles of sweat dropped down slowly from her cheek.
"Ah , Hermione come in. I have a favor to ask you." She beckoned.
" The student who was going to participate in this inter-school speech competition broke his arm the day before, and is in no state to enter the competition. I've been trying to find a suitable candidate, and I immediately thought of you. Hogwarts have emerged champion for 100 years running you see."
Hermione nodded, though feeling slightly sick in the stomach.
'A HUNDRED YEARS! What … what if I fail?' she thought to herself.
She continued mumbling incoherent words all the way back to the Library. She decided to start on her research; it was after all in a week's time. She began sourcing for the books and soon fell soundly asleep for the poor girl had not slept a wink the day before.
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Harry stared at his friend in amusement. He gently carried her in his arms and brought her to the girl's dormitory. He laid her down gently on her bed and pulled her quilt over her. Her roommates , giggled in a corner , releasing a few 'awws' as they saw Harry pushing back her frizzy hair and planting a kiss on her forehead.
Suddenly, just as he was about to walk out of her dorm, he stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around and picked up a piece of paper from Hermione's robes. He chuckled to himself.
"A competition eh …"
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A few days have passed and Hermione finally finished perfecting her speech for the competition. She still had no confidence in winning, for she was afraid stage fright would overcome her. She dismissed all questions of her earlier disappearance from the great hall from her friends. She just felt that they didn't need to know that much, and wouldn't care much anyway.
Hermione stared into her soup. She remembered the time when she was 10, and her parents enrolled her in ballet. She would always sob to herself quietly in a corner in the room, for the sight saddened her. Crowds of parents would be there with their kids, cheering them on. While she was all alone, with no one …
She sighed to herself and decided to hide in the girl's toilet to re-run those lines again. It had to be perfect.
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Hope you have enjoyed this short mini chapter. This chapter is divided into parts due to my lack of creativity. I'm sorry for letting you guys (nods to dust-bunnies) wait. Do review!
