Hermione collapsed onto her bed; there were four other girls in her dormitory all giggling and making friends but none of them seemed to want to be friends with her. She didn't need them anyway, she was going to learn magic and do something better with her life than what everyone expected of her in non-magic school, this was her one chance and she was not going to blow it, not with these giggly girls or with that stupid arrogant Potter boy, I mean what's so great about him? No she didn't need any of that.

She got changed, brushed her teeth and got into bed, by now the lights were off but she could still hear faint whispers and the occasional giggle, once or twice she heard bushy hair and huge teeth but it was something she was used to by now thanks to bullying in the non-magic world. She ignored them and got out her charms book, makes sense to catch up with all the kids who grew up with magic right?

Meanwhile in an adjacent Harry was sprawled across his bed talking about girls and eating bertie bott every flavoured beans, and they weren't kidding about it being every flavour. After eating a liver bean he gave every dodgy looking one his new sidekick Ron. Ron wasn't exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer but he was defiantly loyal and not stalkerish like most people here. It wasn't the first time things like this had happened but he missed being at home with his parents in London where he didn't have to deal with this.

The next morning Harry woke up to find an empty room, and a house elf standing over him.

"Harry Potter is late for class, Dobby came to wake him up" said the Dobby getting off of the bed

"Hang on where was everyone else? How come they didn't wake me up?" asked Harry looking around at all the empty beds

"Mr Weasley said to let you sleep and to wake you up in time but Dobby forgot and now Dobby must punish himself for his mistake..." said Dobby now beginning to bang his head on the wall "Dobby must remember, Dobby must remember"

"Dobby stop! Stop! You're going to bleed!" shouted Harry pulling the little house elf away from the wall "Look your bleeding ill take you to the hospital wing, which is where?"

"Ground floor second corridor along after the great hall, you'll need to go along the corridor then down the stairs, but I'll just walk there myself I'm fine" said Dobby before attempting to walk and then falling over.

Hermione was nervously writing down all the theory for the living draught potion when the dungeon door flung open and Harry Potter walked in, or rather strolled in and he took a seat beside his ginger friend.

"Mr Potter, Why are you twenty-five minutes late to this class?, Do you have something better to do on the first lesson of term than practise the fine art of potion making?" said Professor Snape in his slow droning tone

"No sir, I was helping an injured house elf get to the hospital wing" said Harry and the whole class laughed assuming he was joking

"Well then if you insist on making up ridiculous stories then I'll have to take 10 points from Gryffindor and 10 for being late, try not to make it a habit because I don't care if we have celebrity in my class you will be treated exactly the same as any other student" said Snape

"but sir-" began Harry

"It's not up for discussion now move to the front next to Granger, I don't want you at the back with Weatherby"

"It's Weasley sir"

"Just move to the front Potter!

Harry slammed his books down on the chair next to Hermione and sat down on the chair, he had his arms crossed and looked solemn.

"You know you don't have to be all sulky, you were a bit rude to him"

"Shut up Mudblood"

The whole room went silent and Hermione went bright red, she had been less than a day and she already knew what it means but she never imagined anyone would be cruel enough to say it to her.