A/N: Hey guys! I was wondering if you would rather me update this story weekly with chapters around 1500-2000 words, or every other day with around 500 word chapters?
Let me know what you think in the reviews.
So this is the second chapter of For The First Time, I hope you all enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling nor do I own Harry Potter.
When she had finally reached the common room Hermione sat at the edge of her bed and soon realised how boring the first four weeks of school would be without Ginny. Over the past few years they had become extremely close and formed a sister-like bond, even when Hermione and Ron kind of broke up (even though there never was a real relationship) she always felt welcome at The Burrow. When Molly found out about the 'break-up' she didn't treat Hermione any differently, although she was very disappointed.
Glancing at the clock Hermione realised she had another hour and a half before she had to go to the Great Hall for the welcoming feast, so she decided she would go down and sit in the library for a while. But as she was walking through the corridors many pupils (and paintings for that matter) were watching her and talking about her in hushed whispers. Hermione tried to block them but she couldn't help but feel relieved when she finally got to the library.
Walking straight past all the main tables Hermione took her usual spot in the back corner of the library, it was her favourite place in the library as it had a cosy window seat which allowed her look out at the quidditch pitch and watch Harry Ron and Ginny train if she didn't feel like standing outside in the cold winter months. Madame Pince had allowed her to keep a pillow and an old fleece blanket, hidden in an alcove behind a painting of a dragon, as she would go there so often. She would carry the items down with her when she would go to read late at night, or if she just wanted some peace and quiet from the other Gryffindors, but eventually Madame Pince told her to leave them down there, but not to tell anyone that she had given her permission. Over the years Hermione had built up a friendship with the librarian, they would sit down together when the library was at its quietest and discuss books or just talk. She had even told Hermione that she could to go to the library after hours as she was a 'trustworthy young woman' as she put it.
Nestling into the corner of the windowsill that was half secluded by a bookshelf Hermione accio'd the book she had intended to read on the train journey from her side bag that carried all of the books she was currently reading, she would have finished it on the train, but she didn't expect Malfoy to talk as much as he did, in fact she didn't expect him to speak at all.
The book she was reading was the 'Book of Potions' by Zygmunt Budge, she picked this up in Flourish and Blotts as she would be taking N.E.W.T level potions this year, and even though she knew she didn't need to, she always liked to brush up on her knowledge somehow.
She had just finished reading an extremely interesting chapter on Dr. Ubbly's Oblivious Unction when she realised that she only had 15 minutes until the welcoming feast at the great hall, so she gathered her things and began to head toward the exit. Giving Madame Pince a small wave on her way out, Hermione soon found herself drifting into deep thought about Malfoys behaviour on the train journey as she headed towards the Gryffindor common room. She began to wonder why he had helped her with her trunk, perhaps he cursed it or used Evanesco on some of her books. Becoming highly suspicious Hermione half walked half jogged back to the common room, and when she reached her bed in the empty girls dorm she pulled her trunk onto the bed, closed the door leading down to the common room and pointed her wand back at the trunk "Specialis Revelio" she said in a clear voice. When nothing appeared she knew it was safe to open it without getting jinxed. After 5 minutes of searching through all of her things she came to the conclusion that nothing had disappeared, been stolen or damaged. While she re packed the majority of her things she realised that knowing that there was nothing wrong with her trunk or its contents, make Malfoys behaviour even weirder and extremely unlike him. With everything packed back up, she stood up, straightened her skirt and put a brush through her hair in an attempt to calm the frizz slightly. On several occasions Hermione had tried some form of taming her hair, she had used multiply potions and spells but these were either rendered useless or only worked effectively for 15 minutes tops.
Putting her brush onto her bed side table she let out a sigh and headed down to The Great Hall.
So, that's the second chapter! I kind of know the basic outline of this story now which will make writing a lot easier :)
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Until next time - Miaol.