Forget Me Not Even If I Forget You

Ch 4 - Jealous? Definitely Not...Right?

A/N: I'M SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE -cry cry- But with school starting and all I never seemed to find the time to write...Anywho I didn't want to keep you guys waiting any longer or I knew you guys would come after me and tar and feather me or something...plz dont..hehe...well...enjoy the chapter :

Hermione, Mrs. Granger, and Professor McGonagall stepped through the magical doorway of Diagon Alley. The professor smiled as the Grangers looked in awe at the streets.

"So…this is a magical shopping street?" asked Hermione in bewilderment.

"Yes, Miss Granger, it most certainly is," replied McGonagall. "Ah – I think our first stop would wisely be to Ollivanders." She started walking towards one building.

"Ollivanders? What's that?" questioned Mrs. Granger, eyeing the building.

"That would be where you are to get your daughter's wand," responded McGonagall. "They are the finest wand-makers ever heard of." She strode inside the building.

"I see…wands – hehe, how exciting!" squealed Hermione and followed McGonagall.

"Ollivander!" Hermione heard McGonagall call when she entered the building with her mother. "Ollivander, it is Minerva with a customer of yours!"

The man called 'Ollivander' appeared behind the counter. He spotted the three ladies and gave a cheery smile.

"Ah, Minerva! Very pleasant to see you!" greeted the wand-maker. "New Hogwarts pupil I assume?" he asked. She nodded. "Ah! Well then! I shall be with you in a moment's time…I have another customer to attend to."

"Ollivander! I'd like to get my wand soon, or we shall be leaving to another wand-maker!" demanded a male voice, right after Ollivander finished speaking.

Hermione strained her neck to see who was talking. Just then, a young boy with blonde hair and astonishing silver eyes andabout the same age as her, appeared next to the counter.

Draco looked her up and down, as though he didn't get a good enough look at her in the Leaky Cauldron.

"You...your clothes...muggles..." spat Draco. Hermione took aback.

"M-muggle? No! McGonagal-" started Hermione.

"Professor McGonagall," corrected McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall..." restated Hermione,"told me that I'm a witch!"

"Yes, but a muggle-born witch," said Draco with much disgust. "Filthy mudblood..." he muttered under his breath.Hermione scowled at him.

How could I have mistook him for him? thought Hermione. But..but..they're so alike...how can it not be him! But it can't be him...he can't even recognize me...

Draco and Hermione continued to glare daggers at eachother, to the others' discomfort. It was unusually quiet with an air of hate floating around. Finally, the silence was broken when Mr. Ollivander spoke up.

"Mr. Malfoy?" he said, getting Draco's attention,"I think this one would suit you well." He handed Draco a beautiful mud brown wand. "Give it a flick if you will," said the wand-maker as Draco looked it over.

"But..it doesn't seem fitting for me - what made you think I would like this old man?" questioned Draco demandingly.

"Draco...he's the wand expert here...give it a twist and let's leave," said Narcissa very impatiently, eyeing the Grangers and McGonagall every once in a while.

"Fine.." said Draco and he waved the wand in his hand a little. Little glittery stars emerged from the tip of the wand and swirled around some.

"Looks like this is the one," said Ollivander slightly relieved. He charged up the price on the cash register and watched as the Malfoys left.

"What rude people..." said Mrs. Granger quietly.

"Ah-it matters not...so you are new to magic?" asked Ollivander excitedly to Hermione. She nodded some enthusiastically. "Ok...let me see what I have in store for you..."

Ollivander went behind the counter to a series of shelves. There weremany MANY shelves filled with thousands of boxes. Finally, he stopped in front of one particular box and opened up. He examined it for a second, then his eyes lit up.

"This might be the one," and he handed the wand to Hermione. "11 1/2 inches. Wood is made of vine withthe core of Dragon Heartstring."She stood there looking at it, slightly confused. "Well give it a wave or two!"

Hermione waved the wand and from the tip of the wand shot a series of colors that spiraled around and swirled around Hermione. Her eyes lit up too as she saw the dancing colors.

"Looks like this is the one," and he wrote up the price. They paid and left the store with a most happy Hermione.

The trio visited each store out of Hermione's request - all to which Hermione was more amazed to then the last. They visited Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, Flourish and Blotts,Madame Malkins, and all the rest, until their shopping was finished and all of them were dead tired.

"Well I'm sure your day was quite eventful," spoke up Professor McGonagall with a bit of weariness.

"Yes, it was indeed," answered Hermione and they trudged along back to the Leaky Cauldron.

But if only it was him, everything would've been perfect...thought Hermione.

After Hermione had gotten home, McGonagall explained to her how she would get to Platform 9 3/4 on the day the train would leave. Until then, Hermione waited everyday of the summer for her new school year to begin. In the meanwhile, she read all of her schoolbooks, to which she used her 'special' bookmark in case a book was left unfinished.

"And then..in...in 1692..the..-yawn-...ok..I'm going to...-yawn-..stop here.." and she placed the bookmark on the page. She looked thoughtfully at the bookmark before closing the book tightly shut.

School tomorrow...thought Hermione excitedly.

Magic school.

"HERMIONE WAKE UP! WE HAVE TO GET TO KINGSCROSS STATION SO YOU CAN GO TO WARTHOGSOR HOGWARTS OR WHATEVER!" shouted Mrs. Granger at the top of her lungs.

"Our little Hermione is growing up.." said Mr. Granger happily, looking down at his sleeping daughter. "Ok time to get up kiddo!"
He started tickling her.

"Why must I be beaten at waking her up?" asked Mrs. Granger to no one as she watched Hermione have a fit with her fatheras he stifled guffaws.

"Alright! I'm getting changed now!" yelled Hermione. She pointed to the exit of her room, indicating she wanted her parents out. They left and she proceeded to pack everything and wear something nice for school.

"Well...here I go," said Hermione. She lifted her trunk and dragged it downstairs. Mr. Granger packed it into the back of their car, and they were on their way.

"Go through the barrier...go through the barrier...go through the barrier," Hermione kept saying to herself as her father watched, concerned.

"Are you sure this is right, Hermione?" he asked, worry in his voice.

"Yes, of course it is right!" snapped Hermione. "Now if I can just get my act together and get through this..." she gritted her teeth. "I just hope no one sees me..." she muttered, then she went sprinting forward with her luggage.

Expecting a hit to the head, Hermione found herself in front of a big, black and red train with an 'H' on the front.

"I DID IT!" she exclaimed jovially as many heads turned in her direction. "Oops.."

"All aboard for the Hogwarts Express!" announced a conductor. "10 more minutes!"

I'd better hurry, she thought. She turned around and sawMr. Grangerlooking bewildered behind her.

"Amazing..." he muttered. Then he turned his direction towards his daughter. "Have a good time at school, Pumpkin," and Mr. Granger gave Hermione a hug.

"I will...hopefully," and with a smile, she hopped onto the train.

Hermione passed through several compartments, looking for an empty - or friendly - one to occupy.

"Darnit! I can't seem to find ANY!" she shouted exasperatedly.

She happened to glance into one compartment as she passed, but stopped when she saw who was inside.

It's that guy...thought Hermione.

Inside the compartment was Draco Malfoy with a couple of his cronies - Crabbe and Goyle. There was another girl inside, who propped her head on Draco's shoulder and started rubbing his knee.

Why that little...Hermione's insides began to boil. She began to feel a pang of jealousy.

Wait.

Jealousy! NO WAY! I HATE THAT BLONDE PRAT! That raven-haired slut can have him..

Hermione had a look of dignity. She straightened up and tried to look proud.

I'm not jealous...I hate him...

...I think.

And with that Hermione walked away andfound herself in Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley's train compartment.

A/N: I hope this chapter was not too short for you..I mean..well..I think so...I'll try to make the next one longer. Ahh I'm in one of those 'womanly times' if you know wut I mean so I'm not sure if this chapterwas too good quality. Plz review and tell me how I did tho. -smile-
Until next time...dun dun dun duh-nun!