+Fate+
By Decepshun
Summary Fate works strangely; one moment could change your entire life. What if Hermione hadn't gone looking for Neville Longbottom's toad, and thus not entering Harry and Ron's compartment? What if she just sat down in any random compartment…? BHr, DHr R&R!
Rating K+ to T
Author's Notes I really am in love with this story. Seriously; since I totally forgot what happened in the first two books (of Harry Potter) I spent a whole afternoon just sitting there and reading them! (lol XD)
So, please, please, please make me happy and review! )
I promise to give you a cyber chocolate chip cookie with layers of fudge!
More Ranting HA! From now on, this story will officially be mostly in Third Person POV! I thought it would be easier to read (and less stressful for me! XD)
Anonymous Reviews Chris: thanks! YOU ARE AWESOME!! :D
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Last Chapter…
Hermione wandered around the train, opening random compartments, only to find them either… a) full of people, b) having creepy-looking people in them, or c) full of giggling girls. She banged her head on the wall, and the 'wall', which turned out not to be a wall at all, but a door, creaked open.
Was that sign, or something? She thought to herself, as she trudged in the compartment, sitting down and sighing, unaware of the two pairs of eyes watching her…
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+Chapter Two+
How to Make Enemies With Somebody In 10 Seconds
Hermione, not looking up from her shoes, entered the compartment, mumbling under her breath. She thought she heard a sound (perhaps a cough?), but still did not look up, too deep in her thoughts, as she wondered how she would get an animal- which was on the list that arrived in mail. 'An animal…?' Hermione pondered, pacing a little around the compartment, 'perhaps a cat? It is the most ordinary of the choices…'
Then she scowled, and muttered viciously under her breath, "Now what kind of person would ne-EEDDAH!" To make a long story short, she tripped over… something. That was when she finally looked up… and saw the smirking face of a very, very smug-looking blond boy. And right, beside him, sat Blaise.
"Hullo," he said, pleasantly enough, "my name is Draco Malfoy." It was then that Hermione had a feeling- a small dull little voice in the back of her head- that something very, very horrible would happen.
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"Hermione," Blaise said, trying to be convincing, "Don't be like that. He's always this annoying"- 'Hey!' muttered an indignant voice-"Besides, it's not like you have anywhere else to sit?" He gazed at her hopefully, with a small smile on his face. Hermione looked at him, a (hopefully) tough glare plastered on her face, as she attempted to not crack under his hopeful smile (which was totally adorable, by the way)…
One… No, no, no, LALALA DO NOT FOCUS ON THAT PERSON
Two… Yup, keep it up, LALALA I CAN'T SEE YOU
Three… LALA- oh, crap.
"Umm, I"- 'Resist the urge!' –"Umm, yeah; I guess so. I really don't have anywhere else to sit," Hermione said, with a sinking feeling that her immunity to anybody who could make adorable faces was non-existent. With a mock-glare to Blaise, she plopped down onto the seat opposite from Blaise, the farthest possible spot away from this Draco Malfoy- who she had a distinct bad feeling about.
There was an awkward silence.
"So, uh, Hermione, was it? What's your family name?" Draco inquired, trying to start a conversation (but completely failing in the way that his topic was completely not something that normal people talked about). There was a short pause, then he added,"You are a pureblood, right?"
"Umm-" Hermione started to say, although she was completely confused, but (thankfully!- or not) she was cut off by a sudden shriek: "DRAKIE-POO!!" Hearing this scream, Hermione noticed that Draco groaned all of a sudden, while Blaise scooted over to the seat beside her, smirking. Noticing her confused expression, Blaise whispered excitedly, with a huge grin plastered on his face, "This is gonna be good. Just watch and laugh."
All of a sudden, the compartment door burst open, to reveal a girl, with features which would be described as 'pug-faced'. "Oh, Drakie-poo! I missed you!" she shrieked, rushing towards Draco, as he smacked his palm onto his forehead.
"Uhm… hello, uhm… Pansy," he said stiffly. (Hermione couldn't help but snicker a bit at his uncomfortable expression). Draco tried to edge away from her, as she plopped down next to Draco. It was then that she finally noticed Hermione. "Oh?" Pansy said with a sniff, "And who might this be?"
"It's… err…," Draco started to say as he continued edging away from Pansy, interrupted by Pansy's sharp voice, "Not your girlfriend, right? Draco?" She looked disdainfully at Hermione and sniffed again, "Not like she's pretty enough to be your girlfriend. Ugh, that hair! Those features!"
"Umm, Pansy, was it? Please don't talk about me like I'm not sitting right in front of you," Hermione said in an annoyed voice, enunciating the words in the last part, as she glared icily at Pansy.
Pansy looked at Hermione, her face turning red from anger, "Why, you...!"
"Haha, enough talking about this; why don't we get some snacks to eat? I've heard those chocolate frogs are quite delicious!" Blaise said quickly, with a fake laugh, as he ushered Pansy out of the compartment.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and giggled a bit, when she heard Blaise say, "Aha! Why don't we go visit my friend, see him? You know, that redhead over there… erm, whats-his-face."
"Whats-his-face? I thought you knew him?"
"Erm, well, about that…! I, err, forget things instantly!"
A pause. "What?"
"Err,...who are you?"
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"So…"
'Awkward silence, awkward silence,' Hermione recited in her head, like a mantra. 'Okay, here's what we're gonna do. Since this conversation is going nowhere, as all we've been saying for the past 10 minutes is "so…" and "yeah", let's just get out of here. Then go get Blaise or someone and have a nice, long chat that actually sounds like a conversation.'
"Yeah," she muttered, just for good effect, smirking internally. Then Hermione coughed, and got up, saying, "Erm, at any rate, I'm gonna just go and find Blaise and Pansy…" before Draco could reply with a 'so...'.
There was a short silence, then Draco got up, too. "Well, I don't have much to do, so why don't I go with you?" he finally asked (or rather, stated).
'Brilliant. Just when I find my opportunity to escape...'
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Blaise was currently being chased by Pansy. It wasn't a particularly fun thing, and it wasn't really something that he would have liked to do every day. In fact, it wasn't something he'd ever like to have happen to him again. "OKAY!" He shouted as he ran, "YES, YES! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! YOU'RE PANSY; NOW STOP CHASING ME!" Blaise also didn't really love the fact that people were looking at him as if he had lost his marbles. "HEY YOU! THE BRUNETTE THERE! YES, YOU! THE ONE WITH THE BLOND GUY! I'm not crazy!"
"You sure look like it," the girl said. It was then that Blaise finally realized that this brunette, was, in fact, Hermione, and the 'blond guy' was Draco.
"Oh hello, Hermione. Hello, Draco," Blaise greeted with a small smile, out of breath, as he slowed down to a walk towards them, "I'm being chased by Pansy. It's not fun, so some advice for you: don't try to pretend you have short-term memory loss with Pansy."
Hermione snickered, and remarked, "What person, in the right mind, would use that excuse on someone?" Draco answered with a smirk on his face, "Blaise, that's who," as Blaise scowled at him, still catching his breath.
"Oh, Drakie-poo!" Pansy sang out in a sugary voice ('Note to self,' Hermione thought internally, 'Never ask Pansy to sing. Clearly, she does not care if she kills your ears.') as her face lit up, "Did you miss me?" Hermione muttered under her breath, with sarcasm dripping from every word, "I don't know, but I guess he did, what with the way you've been such a lovely person."
She was surprised to hear a soft laugh, even more surprised to see that it was from Draco, who (Hermione noticed, under close inspection) was really quite pretty, with his white-blond hair and beautiful grey eyes. 'His features are completely wasted on a guy,' Hermione thought enviously, eyeing Draco, whose grey eyes still looked sparkling from laughter.
Draco looked back at her, remnants of laughter still showing on his face. Then, eh blinked and quickly looked away. Finally, Pansy neared them, with a glare on her face directed to Hermione. "Oh, Draco," she whined, "What were you laughing about?" Draco looked up at her, but didn't answer.
Pansy pouted, then noticed Blaise. "Blaise Zabini," she said, enunciating every word, with her hands on her hips, "What was that all about?" She fluffed up her dark hair and sniffed prissily. "Humph. Now my beautiful has is messed up from all that terrible running I did." Pansy looked at Draco, and her sugary-sweet voice was back, "Don't you think so too, Drakie-poo?"
Hermione groaned. Not this again…
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"Slytherin…? Gryffindor? What?" Hermione repeated Blaise's last words, a look of confusion on her face. "What on earth are you talking about?" (Although as she said this, she had a feeling that Blaise would remark, "Nothing on Earth!" and start laughing like a maniac) A little voice in the back of her head muttered a rpely: "Serves you right for not doing background research on 'Hogwarts'…" But, Hermione argued back, there had been nothing on this "Hogwarts". So here she was, still completely puzzled, while Blaise patiently explained to her.
Draco was in the background, popping in randomly whenever he thought Blaise had said something incorrect, and Pansy sighed in irritation every five seconds. Sigh. Hermione so desperately wanted to smack Pansy.
"The houses," Blaise repeated, still with a small slight smile on his face, "These are the names of some of the houses." Sigh. Hermione imagined pushing Pansy out the window, and this morbid thought calmed her down somewhat.
"Actually those are two out of the four houses," Draco cut in, in a know-it-all tone, "You act as if there a more houses." Pansy, surprisingly, didn't sigh, but instead, she giggled, nodding as she cooed, "Drakie-poo, you're right!" Ugh. Hermione almost choked.
"Yes, yes," Blaise continued, mock-hitting Draco on the head for interrupting him, "Anyway, you will live in the dorms of each house, with people in the same house as you. You do pretty much everything with your House, and generally, your friends are in the in the same House as yours"- He paused for breath, and continued before Draco could interrupt again-"And… classes are mixed Houses." Blaise paused again. "By the way, I hope we're all in the same House."
He smiled at the other three around him.
Hermione nodded and grinned back, but she scowled internally, hoping she was in the same House as Pansy, who despised with every ounce of her being. She lay back in the soft chair she was sitting in, and let Blaise talk on, and she smiled slightly. This was perfection.
Some time later...
"We're here," Draco remarked, putting an end to Blaise's meaningless chatter. Pansy nodded in agreement, giggling, "Oh, Drakie-poo! You're right!" Why did this sound disturbingly familiar? Hermione sighed, but didn't let Pansy dampen her enthusiasm at finally getting to see Hogwarts, after the long ride there. She looked out the window, and the view took her breath away: before her, a castle loomed over the lake in front of it. It was beautiful, with many spires and towers, and astonishingly wonderful sculptures.
"Wow," she breathed, taking in its splendor. Blaise tugged at her hand, laughing at her astonishment of Hogwarts, and said, "C'mon Hermione, or else we'll be late for the Sorting Ceremony!" Hermione let herself be dragged out of the compartment, briefly wondering what this 'Sorting Ceremony' was, but dismissed it, and laughed when Blaise tripped over nothing, almost making the both of them fall.
Blaise grinned at her and laughed sheepishly, and the two of them laughed together, sharing a moment of joy, until rushing up to the quickly-retreating figures of Draco and Pansy.
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Hermione glanced nervously around her as she pushed back her brown hair, from her face. She didn't see a single familiar face, as she had lost Blaise in the crowd of 'first years', and decided to talk to the boy who was trudging along beside her. "Err… hello," she said pleasantly, reprimanding herself internally for her lack of interesting conversation-starters.
He looked at her, and she noted his dark hair, green eyes and an unusual scar on his forehead, staring at her with an uneasy smile. "Hello," he replied, then pushed up his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose, "I'm Harry Potter." Hermione smiled, "I'm Hermione Granger." Harry smiled at her; this time, it wasn't a nervous smile at all- she could tell that it was real.
"Nervous about the…"- Hermione paused, racking her brain for the name- ah, yes –"Sorting Ceremony?"
Harry stopped, as if confused at what she was talking about, and a boy with red hair popped out from beside Harry. "I'm Ron Weasley," the boy said with a cheery grin on his face, as he stuck out his hand. Hermione took it, shaking it slowly. 'What kind of eleven-year-old shakes hands?' she muttered in her head, and Ron continued: "And I'm not nervous at all, since my whole family's in Gryffindor, so I guess I must be in it, too!"
Ron babbled on, "And well, I don't really want to be in Slytherin. I mean, haha, my family is a pureblood family, but I don't really think I belong in Slytherin, don't you? I mean, somebody told me that all Slytherins are bad people. And all the evil wizards were in Slytherin. How scary is that?" He was rambling, and Hermione looked at Harry, and Harry looked back, both grinning and trying to keep in their giggles.
Hermione looked at Ron with an amused smile. "Ron?"
Ron gulped. "Yeah?"
"You're nervous, aren't you?"
He looked at her, his eyes wide. "Terrified."
Then the three of them laughed, and continued on their way to this Hogwarts, and laughed some more when Harry accidentally tripped over his shoelaces and crashed into somebody in front of them.
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"Hey, where were you?" Blaise whispered to Hermione right before the door to the main hall was about to be opened. Once again, she was separated from her newly-made friends, Ron and Harry, but on the bright side, she was back with Blaise. "I had to walk with Pansy all the way to Hogwarts!" He made a face, and Hermione giggled softly.
The doors were opened, and Hermione was greeted by the most spectacular sight she had ever seen in her life. The spacious hall was lit up with many candles, just floating around, and Hermione gazed in awe at the sheer number of students that were stuffed in the hall.
"Wow," Hermione breathed, as her eyes wandered around the hall, taking in every sight, as she walked, not noticing anything but the hall itself. She was snapped out of her reverie, when suddenly, a loud voice announced that the first-years were going to be sorted. A hat lay on top of the chair, and one of the teachers explained the procedure: the hat would sort you in your House. Then it hit her.
This was the moment, Hermione realized.
The Sorting Ceremony. Or whatever Blaise and Draco (and Pansy… kind of) had been trying to explain to her. And what Ron from earlier was nervous about. This was it.
And suddenly, Hermione was extremely nervous, and bit her nails (which her sister, Millie, of course, would have objected to, since "all that constant nail-biting will lead to the most utterly disgusting nails in the world"- her words, not Hermione's), as she heard the same voice call out names, until it reached "Finnegan, Seamus!" Gryffindor. And then she heard her name.
"Granger, Hermione."
Hermione gulped. And breathed a sigh.
Here goes nothing.
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To be continued…
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A/N: I hope you don't kill me for the obscene number of mistakes (unfortunately, I don't own a copy of Harry Potter and Philosopher's Stone so I couldn't check to see if events and names and such were actually correct). AHAHAHA
It's been quite some time since the last time that I wrote this story, so I dunno if my writing style changed… (I've been looking over old work and it hurts my eyes to look at them! The writing is horrid. Bleh)
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :)
PLEASE R&R!
(AKA: review and I will love you forever... okay, maybe that's not a very good phrase, but you know, along the lines of. Haha…)
Love,
Decepshun :D