A/N: I love writing and I honestly hope you will like my story. I'm not a
great writer, but I do try. ( Oh yes, the characters are not mine, they
belong to the incredible J.K. Rowling. The story, however, is my own.
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Dark storm clouds littered the night sky once the train had arrived at Hogwarts. Hermione left the train and searched for her friends. Noticing the familiar red hair in the sea of students, she cried out and embraced Ron. "Oi, Hermione!" Ron gasped, trying to take a breath with the clingy Hermione attached to his waist. "Oh, I'm so sorry Ron!" she cried, letting go of him. "I just missed you so!" "It's alright," he said, grinning at her. "Now let me take a look at you," he said followed by a flirty grin. She had changed a lot over the summer, he noticed. She had let her hair grow, and in doing that, it was no longer frizzy. Soft waves framed her sweet face. Long black eyelashes surrounded her deep brown eyes and her soft pink lips shivered in the cold. He had liked her for years, but never had the courage to tell her so. Hermione frantically searched for her second dearest friend, Harry Potter. Once she had found him, tears welled in her eyes and she embraced him like she hadn't seen him in years. With her only friends in the world, she felt content and loved, but how long that would last, she did not know. Walking down the vast corridors, she remembered how enchanting it all was. She grew weary when faced with the fact it was her last year at her beloved school. She felt her heart flutter wildly inside her when she saw the Great Hall and watched longingly at the happy students. Her eyes then wandered towards a questionable boy. Draco was watching her, and his eyes weren't filled with the usual hate, but with sympathy. ~But, for whom? ~ She thought. Once Draco realized he was gawking at a mudblood, he sneered at her and began talking to his fellow Slytherins. She pushed that thought out of her head and sat down. ~You will not fall for that slimy git~ she thought. And with that, she turned to her friends and listened as they spoke of their eventful summers. The entire Great Hall was silenced when Dumbledore stood up, preparing to call Professor McGonaggle with the new first year students. Once all the new students had been sorted, the rules were told to the starving students. After the Beginning of the Year Speech was said and the school song sung, food covered all the tables. Everyone seized all the food they could fit onto their golden plates and ate until they could eat no more. Dumbledore soon dismissed the students and called upon the prefects to show the new students their bedchambers. Hermione prepared to leave, but was stopped by Professor McGonnagle. "Follow me dear" she said kindly. "You will be rooming next to the Head Boy." She informed a confused Hermione. ~Not be with my friends?~ she though, panicking. She bit her lip and continued to follow Professor McGonnagle down a long, dark corridor. They halted at a painting of a beautiful maiden girl with hair of gold and eyes the color of the sea. The painting smiled and asked for the password, which was 'embrasse'. Hermione giggled when she heard what it was, knowing it was French for kiss. Snapping out of her girlish fit, her jaw dropped when she saw the common room of her new dormitory. Golden walls gave the room a warm aura and blood red couches and chairs lined the floor. She adored the room and didn't want to leave, but loved her bedchamber even more. An enormous bed was placed in the middle of a room, with sheet the color of rubies and pillows the color of gold. A charming wardrobe and mirror lay near her bed, as well as a grand fireplace. She turned to look at her professor, but saw someone else standing in her doorway. A tall boy of 17 watched her with his silver eyes, looking amused. He turned his head to look at her room, brushing a piece of hair out of his face, returning his watch of the stunned Hermione. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "I'm the Head Boy" he replied softly.
A/N: Yeah, I know.kinda sucks..ahh.And that is all. (
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Dark storm clouds littered the night sky once the train had arrived at Hogwarts. Hermione left the train and searched for her friends. Noticing the familiar red hair in the sea of students, she cried out and embraced Ron. "Oi, Hermione!" Ron gasped, trying to take a breath with the clingy Hermione attached to his waist. "Oh, I'm so sorry Ron!" she cried, letting go of him. "I just missed you so!" "It's alright," he said, grinning at her. "Now let me take a look at you," he said followed by a flirty grin. She had changed a lot over the summer, he noticed. She had let her hair grow, and in doing that, it was no longer frizzy. Soft waves framed her sweet face. Long black eyelashes surrounded her deep brown eyes and her soft pink lips shivered in the cold. He had liked her for years, but never had the courage to tell her so. Hermione frantically searched for her second dearest friend, Harry Potter. Once she had found him, tears welled in her eyes and she embraced him like she hadn't seen him in years. With her only friends in the world, she felt content and loved, but how long that would last, she did not know. Walking down the vast corridors, she remembered how enchanting it all was. She grew weary when faced with the fact it was her last year at her beloved school. She felt her heart flutter wildly inside her when she saw the Great Hall and watched longingly at the happy students. Her eyes then wandered towards a questionable boy. Draco was watching her, and his eyes weren't filled with the usual hate, but with sympathy. ~But, for whom? ~ She thought. Once Draco realized he was gawking at a mudblood, he sneered at her and began talking to his fellow Slytherins. She pushed that thought out of her head and sat down. ~You will not fall for that slimy git~ she thought. And with that, she turned to her friends and listened as they spoke of their eventful summers. The entire Great Hall was silenced when Dumbledore stood up, preparing to call Professor McGonaggle with the new first year students. Once all the new students had been sorted, the rules were told to the starving students. After the Beginning of the Year Speech was said and the school song sung, food covered all the tables. Everyone seized all the food they could fit onto their golden plates and ate until they could eat no more. Dumbledore soon dismissed the students and called upon the prefects to show the new students their bedchambers. Hermione prepared to leave, but was stopped by Professor McGonnagle. "Follow me dear" she said kindly. "You will be rooming next to the Head Boy." She informed a confused Hermione. ~Not be with my friends?~ she though, panicking. She bit her lip and continued to follow Professor McGonnagle down a long, dark corridor. They halted at a painting of a beautiful maiden girl with hair of gold and eyes the color of the sea. The painting smiled and asked for the password, which was 'embrasse'. Hermione giggled when she heard what it was, knowing it was French for kiss. Snapping out of her girlish fit, her jaw dropped when she saw the common room of her new dormitory. Golden walls gave the room a warm aura and blood red couches and chairs lined the floor. She adored the room and didn't want to leave, but loved her bedchamber even more. An enormous bed was placed in the middle of a room, with sheet the color of rubies and pillows the color of gold. A charming wardrobe and mirror lay near her bed, as well as a grand fireplace. She turned to look at her professor, but saw someone else standing in her doorway. A tall boy of 17 watched her with his silver eyes, looking amused. He turned his head to look at her room, brushing a piece of hair out of his face, returning his watch of the stunned Hermione. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "I'm the Head Boy" he replied softly.
A/N: Yeah, I know.kinda sucks..ahh.And that is all. (