Disclaimer: I don't own Harry and Hermione, or anyone else you may
recognize, even though I do own some of the characters./
The birds twittered freely in the air, and the smell of
fresh snow was coming. Today was the first day of winter. Harry woke up,
remembering the mirror and the ink. He was happy he found out that he
loved Hermione, but she still wasn't here. He dressed quickly and headed
for the kitchen. Ron was already up, but still in his pajamas. He was
making pancakes on the stove, yawning, and adding water to the mixture.
Harry decided he would rather make his own breakfast, rather than to eat
soggy, watery, pancakes. He waved his wand, and there stood a perfectly
well built sandwich. He walked over to the table and began to eat.
"Accio water glass!" And sure enough, the glass came flying towards
him. He began to drink and finished his sandwich. He was perfectly well
fed, and was as awake as a monkey. He looked himself in the mirror, and
thought of the other night. /Why don't you visit Hermione at Hogwarts?/
He asked himself. And pretty much it was a good idea. He took a quick
shower, combed his hair as best as he could, and headed out the door.
"Bye mate! I'll see you at five perhaps!" Ron gave Harry a quick wave
and Harry walked outside.
After he had arrived at Hogwarts, he walked around to the
great hall. He walked over to where Dumbledore's office stood, and he
walked up the staircase.
"Harry Potter. I thought I never would see you again." Dumbledore turned
around from the bookshelf he was facing.
"Professor Dumbledore. Uh - I'd like to see Hermione, please. Hermione
Granger? Isn't she working here?" He asked curiously.
"Ah. Yes. I thought you'd come for her. Now, come along now, she's the
new Transfiguration teacher." Dumbledore gave Harry a wink. "I think you
now where that is." Harry said bye and walked towards the classroom. The
school hadn't changed much. Some first and second years, and even
prefects pointed at Harry and his scar. They walked past eventually, and
he was quite happy none of them asked for autographs.
When he walked closer to Hermione's classroom, he heard her
stern voice from the door.
"Now, it's very important that your teacup does not have legs when you
try to transform your rats, or owls, or your frogs." Hermione's voice
came through clearer as he was nose-to-nose with the door. He opened the
door quickly, and found Hermione. Her hair in a tight bun, and a green
robes. She held out her wand while she was standing next to her wooden
desk, peeking her eyes over at some of the student's teacups.
There were many bewitched homework planners and quills,
along with a full supply of inkbottles on her desk just like Ron had
described them. There also were some old elf hats lying in a bucket by
her desk, also with elf scarfs, socks, and sweaters.
"Excuse me? How can I help you?" She asked politely.
"Hi, Hermione." Harry said. "I just wanted to see you again. You haven't
been mailing, so-"
"Oh my! Harry?" She threw her arms around Harry, and when she let go,
she beamed at him with the brightest smile. "You know, I really did want
to see you too. You see, I really want to take the defense against the
dark arts job, and you know so much about them, maybe you could help
me." She was still smiling.
"Sure. You know, our apartment isn't to far from Hogwarts, would you
like to come along for just a night?" He asked. "I'm sure Ron would be
happy, too." He smiled happily along with Hermione.
"Class, dismissed. You will two parchments on transforming animals into
teacups, along with an essay I want complete by tomorrow." Half of the
class groaned, while the other part of the class took their books and
headed towards the door.
"So… How have you been? And Ron, too?" Hermione asked.
"Great. Really great. I did miss you though. Why haven't you been
mailing?" He asked.
"I was SO busy!" She said laughing.
"You know, I really enjoy spending time with you again." Hermione sighed.
"Me, too." He admitted as well.