The new girl chapter two
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Just playing in JK's sandbox.
I decided to continue this fic because I didn't want to leave Hermione so OOC. While I meant for her to come across more feisty and confident, I did not mean for it to be so OOC. If you do not like my story, bugger off. Instead of telling me how I messed up, tell me how to make it better. On with the second chapter! Her new attitude will be explained in a later chapter.
P.S. Molly forced the twins to come back and finish their educations after Dumbledore said he would be happy to welcome them back.
' hermione's thoughts'
" regular speech "
CHAPTER TWO
Hermione sat down in an empty compartment to read her new book in peace. She was so engrossed in the story that she didn't notice Fred and George sit down across from her until they started talking.
" Gred?"
" Yes, Forge?"
" I believe our question was never answered earlier."
" You're quite right, Brother."
" What say you, Granger?", they asked simultaneously.
" What are you two talking about?", she inquired.
" What..."
" ... piercings..."
" ...Would..."
" ...little..."
" ...Bookworm..."
" ...Granger..."
" ...Get?", they asked in their odd Twin-speak.
" Just my tongue and my navel," she replied calmly, wondering how they would handle that information.
" Let's..."
" ...See...,"
" ...Then," they chorused.
She stuck her tongue out and showed them her gold tongue ring. She picked her jewelry ,in diagon alley at a new shop for body modifications and charmed jewelry, because it made Griffindor colors. The twins did not notice this.
"Blimey!" "Bloody Hell, Granger!", they stammered.
" Yes?", she asked innocently.
" Never took you for that kind of girl," Gred admitted.
" I'm not," she snapped, "go get into your robes.
The welcoming feast was boring as usual, 7 slytherins, 4 hufflepuffs, 7 griffindors, and 8 ravenclaws. The firstie class was small this year because lots of children had been killed before Voldemort's reign of terror over the Wizarding population was ended in the ministry battle last year. Hermione fingered the scar on her chest she had gotten as a hostage in that battle. That had been a hard fight, but it was over and it was time to move on to happier times.
The twins sat next to Hermione and were touching her the entire sorting. Fred playing with her hair, while George preferred to squeeze and knead her thigh every so often. 'they catch on quickly', she thought with a smile to Harry and Ron across the table.
After the feast, Hermione told Harry that she would meet he and Ron in the common room later.