A/N: A big thank you to everyone who's reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (as if you didn't know).
After lunch, Angela showed her to her next class: Advanced Biology. Lucky for her, her parents being doctors meant she was quite caught up with muggle science. Her parents had always encouraged her to keep up with what she would be learning in a muggle school along with her wizardry.
This classroom was bigger than the previous ones she had been to. There were three rows of two seat tables. Angela went and sat down next to her lab partner after giving Hermione an encouraging smile. It didn't take long to realize why; the only empty chair was next to Edward's. Well… Hermione did want to learn more about his kind. This was as good of an opportunity as any. She went and gave the little slip of paper to her teacher to sign first. He greeted her warmly and signed before pointing to the empty chair. Hermione thanked him before taking the seat.
Oddly enough, Edward visibly cringed the moment she sat down. He slowly slid to the very corner of his seat with his face turned slightly to the other side; his nose was scrunched up like he smelled something bad. How very strange. Hermione sneaked a glance with the corner of her left eye. He was looking her with his peripheral vision. She noticed his eyes were coal black. He must be very thirsty. Hmm… she had thought their clan would have more self control.
Oh of course! She remembered something she had learned in her Magical History class with Professor Binns. Magical blood appealed almost twice as much more to vampires than mere muggle blood. It was worse for some vampires than others. No wonder he looked like he was about to suffocate. Poor bloke, she thought, he didn't know how well she could defend herself. She put her bag on her lap and felt for her wand just in case things got out of control.
The class dragged on while the teacher, Mr. Banner, lectured on about the different cell structures. Edward still held the same posture as when she first sat down. She was feeling rather sorry for him. She wondered if she was permitted to tell them about the Magical world. It was against Magical Law to tell others but they were magical creatures themselves were they not? She decided she would ask McGonagall or Kingsley later.
As soon as the bell rang, Edward darted across the floor way faster than humanly possible. Hermione internally sighed; he should really be more careful.
Oh well, time for her next class. Physical Education. She wondered what that was like. When she was younger, before attending Hogwarts, she went to a private institute where they didn't have P.E classes. And Hogwarts didn't need one. Another boy in the class, Mike, also had gym next and walked with Hermione. There was no need for that map after all. Everyone seemed eager to show her to her classes.
"What was the deal with Edward Cullen? He looked like you stabbed him in the eye or something."
Hermione chuckled, "I don't know, I never even spoke to him."
"Yeah, he's kind of weird like that," he said. He showed her where the girls' dressing room was before hurrying off to the boys' room. The gym teacher found Hermione a uniform and told her to dress down for class. They were to be playing volleyball.
Hermione had never really been a sports person. It wasn't that she was bad at it; she just preferred doing other things. And anyways the only sport Hogwarts offered was Quidditch, Hermione was terrified of heights.
The teacher, Coach Clapp, divided the class up into two teams. It took a while for Hermione to get used to the game but she rather enjoyed herself. She ended up scoring the winning point for her team which brought on a sense of pride. The teacher even complimented Hermione on her aim, "You should think about joining the official volleyball team," Coach Clapp told her. Hermione said she would think about it.
After class was over, Hermione headed back towards the front office building to turn in her slip of paper. The rain had stopped but it was still dark with thick clouds covering the sky and the wind sent a chill through her bones. She should have worn a sweater. When she opened the door to the office, she found the familiar sight of Edward's bronze hair standing at the desk, talking hurriedly to the administrator. She made sure her Occlumency walls were up before closing the door behind her. He was arguing with her to change his Biology period to some other time. Hermione kept herself from smiling. She couldn't wait to tell Harry and Ron about this. Was it mean that she was enjoying this so much?
Hermione noticed his posture stiffen as soon as he smelled her. He thanked the administrator angrily and left without a single word Hermione. She walked over to where Edward was standing a moment ago and gave the woman the piece of paper.
"Thank you dear, how was your day?"
"It was lovely," Hermione replied smiling. And it was.
After dinner, which Charlie had bought from a nearby restaurant, he retired early saying he had to go down to the police station early tomorrow morning. He bid her goodnight.
"Good night Charlie," Hermione said, "sweet dreams." She was getting rather fond of the man.
After he left, Hermione went over to the fireplace to fire message Harry and Ron. Only one day of school and she already missed those two pestering her for help with school work. She divided up the fire two ways so they could all talk together. Harry was getting along quite well with the sorcerers.
"They're even teaching me how to do wandless magic when they found out I couldn't do it," Harry said happily. "Look guys," he said. He raised his hand up and a watch flew towards him and hit him on his forehead. "Ooof!"
Hermione laughed. "It's a work in progress, alright 'Mione? I bet you're jealous I'm finally ahead of you in something."
Hermione laughed again. She slowly raised her palm up and all the pillows in the room flew up together before settling down exactly where they were before.
Harry frowned. "You are just mean, you know that Hermione?"
"Oh, stop showing off 'Mione, look at poor little Harry's face," Ron said teasing.
"Oh, alright," Hermione said. She had been teaching herself wandless magic over the summer after the war just to have something to focus on. "How are you holding up, Ron?"
"Well… potatoes might not be as bad as I thought. Do you know how much food you can make from them? Have you ever heard of anything like potato salad?" Then Ron went on to explain the tens of recipes he had learned about over the past two days as Harry listened intently.
Hermione shook her head. What was it with boys and food? After he was finished, Hermione told the boys about the Cullens at school today; she told them what happened with Edward in Biology. They looked more worried than anything.
"Be careful around them, Hermione," Harry said.
"I think I can handle a few vampires, Harry. I should go. I told McGonagall I'll let her know how I'm doing," she told them.
"What?! She didn't tell me to let her know how I'm doing," Ron said.
"Me either," Harry said.
"Yeah, way to play favorites," Ron said.
Hermione smiled cheekily. "Bye for now, love you both."
She ended the fire call and connected the fireplace to McGonagall instead. She found herself staring at the Hogwarts Headmaster's office; McGonagall was elected Headmaster of the school almost unanimously after the Battle.
"Hermione! Good to see you! How have you been doing?" McGonagall asked, concerned.
Hermione told her she was well and gave her a brief rundown of what was going on.
"Do you think I'm allowed to tell them about wizardry?" Hermione asked the older woman.
McGonagall furrowed her brows slightly, "I presume you can if you want to. I don't see a problem with it; it isn't like they can't keep a secret."
Hermione was relieved, "Thank you, Professor."
McGonagall also updated her on the Death Eater search. They haven't found anyone yet but both the Ministry and the Order of Phoenix were searching ferociously. Hermione wished she could help but McGonagall wouldn't hear any of it.
"I sent you there to stay out of this, Hermione."
Hermione smiled at her warmly. "I know, Professor, I know."
After she ended the chat, Hermione went back to her room where her Dreamless Potion was still brewing. She decided she would tell Edward the next day at school; that should ease him for the time being.