Little Dragon: I'm so happy *Starts dancing in place*
Hermione: Should I be worried?
Harry: *Nodds* Definetley, she isn't like this normally, and I personally am frightened.
Little Dragon: *glares at the two of them* Shut it you two, I am the author, here. I can do whatever I want. So what your step firsties.
Hermione: *rolls her eyes* You may be the author of this story, but you didn't create us. J.K. Rowling did.
Little Dragon: *starts to sniffle* You're so mean to me... LET ME DREAM HAROLD!
Harry: First of all, it's Harry and second I'm not the one saying this. Just say it so we can get on with the story.
Little Dragon: *crying* I hate you two. *turns to readers* I-I don't own H-Harry Potter... I own nothing except my OC's and plot adjustments. *turns to Harry and Hermione* Are you happy now? *Runs off sobbing*
Harry and Hermione: All Hail Queen Rowling!
Draco: All references made are also not owned by Little Dragon/GoldenKeeper
It was the day when everyone left for Hogwarts. A bushy haired girl looked around, nervously with her mother and father by her side. The small family stood by the train. The man with soft curly brown hair and ocean blue eyes asked softly, "Are you ready for this, Hermione?"
Hermione nodded excitedly, "Yes, dad. I'm ready for this. I promise to send you a letter next week." Richard Granger enveloped her in a huge hug, tears in both of their eyes.
The mother, Elizabeth, on the other hand was not so warm and feely. She stood tall and looked as if something smelled really horrible. She was had straight black hair and cold brown eyes that looked down at her daughter in distaste.
Hermione quickly lost her happy expression and looked just as coldly at her mother and got into a formal pose, "I'll see you in the summer, mother."
Elizabeth sneered, "Are you sure they can't take you over the summer as well, it would be most unfortunate if they couldn't."
"Are you sure you can't just go on a long vacation while I spend time with father? It would be most unfortunate if you couldn't." She mocked her mother. Richard stood off to the side and avoided looking at the duo, used to this and knowing that if he interfered he would get burned from either side.
Elizabeth scowled and grabbed Hermione's arm, "Listen you insolent child, I will not be spoken to like this in public, now you better not end up like my mother. Insane and waving around sticks like mad people whenever they could. So we you get home during the summer I will lock everything away and you attempt to defy me you will be locked out of the library for two weeks and all books will be locked inside of there. Lord, I wish I had another daughter, one that wasn't a freak."
Hermione rolled her eyes and practically sneered, "Is that the best you can come up with mother," she said the word like she was say a particularly horrid swear word, "I will see you during the summer and we will discuss my terms for spring and winter." The small girl ripped her arm that was starting to bruise away from the older woman's grip. And with one last hug and rushed from her parents with her trunk in tow, hiding her slowly falling tears behind her mane of hair.
She found an empty compartment very quickly and difficultly put her trunk on top of the rack above. Sighing in exhaustion, Hermione pulled out Hogwarts: A History, wiped her eyes and began reading where she left off.
Sooner than she expected, the door opened to reveal a blonde haired boy looking arrogant.
Being as kind as she was, she put down her book and asked, "Do you want to come in? There's plenty of room."
He nodded curtly and sat opposite of her. The blonde boy stuck out his hand, "Draco Malfoy. Who are you?"
Hermione shook his hand, "Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you Draco."
He leaned back and lost his arrogant look, "So, Hermione. What house do you plan on being in? I probably have to go into Slytherin like the rest of my family." He said the last part with a scowl and an edge of bitterness in his voice.
Hermione tilted her head to the side, "I don't see anything wrong with being in Slytherin. From what I've read Slytherins are known for their cunning and ambition. Although some of the students gave it a bad name, it doesn't mean the people that go into there are going to be bad."
Draco's eyes widened and shook his head, "Yeah, I guess you're right, but my family is plan evil. They do so many things…" He shuddered. Hermione took his hand and squeezed it gently. She gave him a reassuring smile, "Draco, you're not your family. You don't have to do what they want you to do. And if you end up in Slytherin, then so what? Then we'll know that you're there for all the good reasons and not the bad."
He returned her smile and teased, his grey eyes sparkling with mirth, "You still haven't answered my question."
Hermione rolled her eyes playfully, "I suppose I'd most likely be in Ravenclaw. Considering how much of a bookworm I am, it would be no surprise if I did end up in there."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "And how big a bookworm are you then?" She grinned, and said in a sly voice, "Well, you'll have to find out when we get there. And then you'll know."
He scowled playfully, but it changed into a grin quickly, "I heard from my father that there's four new professors there, making there to be eighteen professors. I wonder who they are."
Hermione mused, "Well, I suppose their highly qualified when they teach whatever they teach. But to be honest, I could care less about whose teaching thank about what we're learning. See, I'm a muggleborn. So the idea of magic excites me still." She stopped for a moment then asked hesitantly, "Draco? Does me being a muggleborn mean I'm any different from all those purebloods and half-bloods?"
Draco struggled inside about how to answer it, but he decided to tell her the truth, "To some of the purebloods in there yes it does make a difference." Her face visibly fell, so he hurriedly added, "But to me it doesn't. I don't believe in all the bull my father talks about muggles and muggleborns. Everyone is the same, unless they prove themselves otherwise."
Hermione's face split into a wide grin and gave him a hug, "Thank you Draco."
He chuckled and hugged her back noticing her wince. When he realized her motion he let her go and looked at her worriedly, "Are you ok?" She sat back in her seat with a slight blush.
"Oh…. Erm…." She stuttered, she felt that she could trust him for some reason and sighed. "My mother happened before I got onto the train, she has a tight grip."
Draco looked at her concernedly, "Does she hurt you often?"
She bit her lip and nodded hesitantly, "Can we please not talk it?" She pleaded and he agreed readily so as the train began moving, they began talking about almost everything having to do with the wizarding world to avoid talking about their home lives.
They were in a debate about flying when the door was flung open by a black haired boy…. with green eyes.
Hermione internally groaned. But she settled for narrowing her eyes a little bit at him. Harry looked at the two of them then grinned, "Is it okay if we sit here? Everywhere else is full."
She didn't say anything, but Draco nodded reluctantly. Harry walked in with Neville, a tall red haired boy and a dark skinned boy with a small afro. Harry sat right next to Hermione with Neville on his other side.
The other two boys sat on the other side of the compartment. Draco and Hermione talked in hushed whispers, again about the houses. This topic they always came back to.
The four other boys caught a few words of their conversation like Slytherin. Ravenclaw and Dumbledore. The red haired boy looked at Draco with distaste as he took in the appearance of him, "I'm guessing you're a Malfoy?"
Hermione's eyes narrowed at him and her hand slowly went for her wand in her pocket. Draco stopped her by putting a hand over hers and replied in an uncaring tone, "What's it to you?"
Hermione removed Draco's hand and grabbed her Hogwarts: A History book. Glaring fiercely at the text, not even bothering to read it. She just tuned into the boys conversation.
The red head drawled, "Nothing." Before Draco could say anything Hermione kicked him in the shin. An awkward silence filled the compartment until Harry looked over Hermione's shoulder and read the book along with her.
She said irritably, "You know, Harry. You should stop breathing on me and leering over my shoulder. It's quiet annoying, I can assure you it's not a pool like you asked last time and it's a bit creepy to be honest."
Harry blushed a bit while Neville and Draco sniggered. He just smirked at the bushy haired girl, "You know I never caught your name."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "There's a reason I didn't give it to you in the first place."
Harry's smirk faltered before he put it back on, "Oh? And what reason would that be?"
"Because last time I saw you, you tried to hit on me and now you're being a bit stalkery. I didn't want you to try and follow me around. Now would I?" Hermione replied as she continued to read her book. She looked up and smiled at Neville, "Nice to see you again Neville."
He sent a quick smirk to Harry and he smiled back at Hermione, "Nice to see you again too."
The boy who hadn't said anything the entire time stuck his hand out, "Dean Thomas."
Hermione shook it, but didn't say anything. The red-haired boy seemed to get jealous that he was getting left out and said arrogantly, "Ron. Ron Weasley."
Hermione eyed him warily and nodded. She still didn't say her name; she thought it was fun with all the mystery.
"So I heard you two mention the houses. Where are you planning on being?" Neville asked.
Hermione started to say, "Well…." Then she got interrupted by Harry and Ron when they chorused together, "I plan on being in Gryffindor. Just like my dad."
Draco snorted silently, but Ron heard and sneered, "Problem Malfoy?"
The blonde rolled his eyes, and replied sarcastically, "Oh no Weasley. If you'd rather be brawny than brainy…."
"Where are you planning on going seeing as you're neither?" Harry quipped. Draco was about to open his mouth to retort, but Hermione stopped him with a look. She stood up and gave the four boys a cold look that made them shiver before grabbing Draco's hand, dragging him out of there and flicked her wand to make her trunk float behind her, saying as she left, "Come on, let's get out of here before our brains rot from their idiocy and hypocrisy, and I doubt they know the meaning of the latter."
Once she got out of the compartment she slammed the door shut loudly.
Neville whistled, "Boy, does she have a temper on her."
Dean nodded with an amused smirk, "Looks like she can be bloody scary when she wants to be."
Harry sighed and put his hands behind his head, "Well, this should be a fun year. I've already made an enemy and I haven't even set foot down in Hogwarts yet."
Neville grinned, "I wouldn't expect anything else from you Harry. And you've struck out twice with her already."
Dean shared Neville's grin, "Bet you five galleons that she'll hex Harry and Ron before Halloween."
"You're on, Thomas." They shook hands and the four moved onto a more boyish topic: Quidditch.
Harry, Neville, Dean and Ron hurried off the train once it stopped. The raven haired boy hoped to catch a glimpse of the bushy haired girl that he still didn't know the name of. That would all soon change once the sorting started.
The four boys heard a loud voice, " 'irst years! 'irst years over here!"
Harry and Neville shared a look then headed off in the direction of the voice. A giant of a man stood out amongst the crown of Hogwarts students. His head covered in unmanageable dark hair though you could still see the kind, beetle black eyes through it all.
Harry looked up at the man, "Hi there!"
The giant of a man looked down and grinned, "Hello! I'm Rubeus Hagrid and who would you be?"
Harry introduced them all, grinning like a mad man. Dean said, "It was nice meeting you Hagrid, but we should really get going. And you should still call over more first years."
Ron smirked subtly, "You must be part giant!" Hagrid didn't notice and blushed. But he nodded and continued calling out to the first years.
Harry turned to Neville and said with a look of longing, "Nev, I bloody can't wait until Dumbledork sees me in my full glory," Neville snickered, but Harry continued, "I mean, I have been missing in the wizarding world for the last ten years. Everyone will want to know what happened to the Boy-Who-Lived."
Dean snorted, "All except that girl on the train, she didn't seem very happy to see you."
Neville nodded with a smirk, "Well there's a reason for that. It will all be explained after the feast."
Harry scowled at his friends as thy laughed at him.
Hermione looked around the station, Draco by her side. She was getting nervous, what if this was a huge joke and she wasn't a witch? What if this was just an amazing dream that she could wake up from?
A girl near her with dirty blonde hair must've seen her expression and put a hand on her arm. She smiled, "It's going to be fine. We all belong here."
Hermione studied the girl. Her dark blonde straight hair came to about her shoulders; she had brilliant sapphire eyes. Her skin was slightly tanned and sprayed lightly with freckles. She and Hermione were about the same height, though Hermione was a centimeter taller than the two.
Hermione smiled nervously, "I know, just getting in my own head, I'm Hermione by the way. Hermione Granger."
The blonde stuck her hand out, "Lavender Brown. Nice to meet you 'Mione."
Hermione raised an eyebrow and shook the girl's hand, "'Mione?"
Lavender shrugged, "Easier to say than Hermione. And it fits you, short and spunky." Mione grinned, liking this girl already.
Hermione looked at Draco, noticing how uncomfortable he was looking. She said softly, "Draco, go over to your friends. I know you being a pureblood your bond to have some before this place."
He reluctantly nodded, "I'll see you before we get sorted. I have a few people who share my views that I want you to meet." Hermione grinned in response and playfully shooed him away. He walked over to few people already in a boat.
Mione turned to Lavender and asked, "What to go in a boat together?" Lavender nodded happily and hooked her arm through Hermione's and dragged her over to the nearest boat. Which happened to have a pair of Indian twins in it. They both had dark hair going to their waist and almost black eyes.
Lavender and Hermione face the twins. Well this is a bit awkward. Hermione thought to herself as she started off the conversation, "Hi! I'm Hermione."
Lavender smirked, "Otherwise known as Mione." Her bushy haired friend scowled playfully at her and she continued, "I'm Lavender."
The twin on the right grinned, "I'm Parvati. And this is my clone, Padma." She jerked a thumb at her sister. The one dubbed as Padma hit her sister lightly, a smirk playing on her face.
Padma said while trying to fight off a smile, "No, no. I thought we went through this. You were supposed to be the clone. I'm the original." She dramatically flipped her hair over her shoulder.
Hermione and Lavender giggled at their antics. The twins grinned at each other. Parvati said nervously, "I wonder what we have to do to get sorted."
Hermione replied with ease, "It's simple really. They place a hat on your head, a magical one mind you. And it read your heart and mind and then tells you where you'll most belong."
The three girls stared at Hermione. She shifted, uncomfortable. Hermione defended herself, "What? I read Hogwarts: A History. Had to make sure I knew what was going on, so I wouldn't be freaking out."
Parvati grinned, "What do we have here? Another bookworm in our midst." The boats lurched forward, but the foursome barely noticed. They were too wrapped up in their own little world.
Shocked, Hermione asked, "Another? Which of you is a bookworm?" Padma raised her hand without fear. A full-fledged smile on her face, though she looked relieved. Glad that she wasn't the only bookworm in the foursome.
Hermione squealed and began bouncing in her seat and chanted, "I'm not alone! I'm not the only bookie! I'm not alone!"
It took both Lavender and Parvati to force her to sit still. Parvati grinned, "Doesn't this make you want to learn magic even quicker, Lav?"
Lav nodded, "Yeah, silencing charms would be dead useful if it's going to be like this all the time."
The bookworms rolled their eyes. Padma quipped, "Pav, and you aren't going to be like this with your Witch Weekly magazine?"
Lavender's eyes lit up, "You read Witch Weekly too?" Parvati nodded excitedly.
Hermione smiled, "This is the start of a beautiful friendship ladies." Hagrid called out to duck their head. They all did, and then they heard a slash.
The four girls turned to the noise and saw a boat had overturned. Four heads pooped up near it. Hermione recognized the heads and laughed. It was Harry, Dean, Neville and Ron.
Hermione said through her laughter, "Life is good. Life is good."
They didn't question her about why she was laughing. At least at that moment because their breath was taken away by the sight of Hogwarts.
Hermione stopped laughing and her mouth hung open in awe of the majestic castle looming over them. She said two words that she rarely says in front of people, "Bloody Hell."
Her three new friends snickered at her. Hermione didn't notice, still in awe. She shook herself out of the stupor and rolled her eyes at them, "Oh please, it's not like you haven't cursed at least once in your life. And honestly this is the perfect time for me to use bloody hell. I mean look at the castle!"
Padma nodded, understanding the fascination of the castle. Though she still smirked, "Mione, I'm just guessing here. But you don't curse often, do you?"
Hermione shook her head, "No, Pad. No I don't."
The boats docked and the four girls got out and instantly linked arms. Hermione linked arms with Padma and Lavender. Parvati linked her arm with Lavender, making her and Hermione in the middle.
They stopped directly in front of the huge doors and they were in front of the group of first years. Hermione glanced back and nearly burst into laughter. Her three friends looked at her strangely until she pointed behind them.
Harry, Neville and the other two boys were drenched to the bone. Hermione caught Harry's eye and he grinned at her. She rolled her eyes at him, a smirk on her face. He thinks he's so charming and irresistible, please. He's as arrogant as anything and thinks he's all that most likely because he's famous. Now, don't get ahead of yourself, it might not be because of his fame, you don't really know him, so you have no right to judge. Yeah, yeah, I'll wait and not judge… too much. Hermione thought.
She was broken out of her thoughts when Hagrid knocked loudly on the door three times.
Welcome back my faithful readers and welcome to the new and hopefully faithful, readers. I hope you guys are just as happy as I am with the adjustments I made to this chapter and I shall not apologize for the slight cliffhanger I left you. *smirks evilly*
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