Pretty short chapter, just Hermy and Harry. Enjoy and review!
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Hermione Granger was not a person easily surprised. As such, her reaction on that day had turned a few heads. Of course that was all the past and she hadn't seen that boy since, but sometimes when she caught a glimpse of the other foreign students she was reminded of those stunning green eyes, and the fear that inevitably crept up her spine when her mind touched upon them.
She could see it all clearly in her mind's eye and couldn't help wondering how it all came about. First there was the Age Line, then there was the fact that the boy had been a few countries away, and that rumor that he detested magic in general (despite his obvious skill). She gave a small sigh and allowed the event to recreate itself in her mind.
It was the morning directly after the night the champions for each school were chosen by the Goblet of Fire. That had been a surprise to everyone there. The boy didn't attend any magical school, how the heck had he managed to get inside Hogwarts, let alone get his name inside the goblet? It was obvious (to her at least) that there was some kind of foul play involved, and that fourth name should have just been ignored. There had to be something in the rule book about actually being enrolled in the school you were the champion of. She gave her head a wistful shake and let it go. No one who knew the answers to questions was willing to part with the information.
Anyways, it was the morning after the champions were chosen that Harry Potter (yes, the Harry Potter) made his first visit to Hogwarts. She had been reading the Daily Prophet and eating her toast when the main doors of the Great Hall burst open rather melodramatically and a boy dressed in a black muggle trench coat and loose black pants stormed in. His face was impassive and his eyes were cold with rage and something else she couldn't identify. He had on small square glasses that gave a clear view of his cool green eyes when his hair wasn't falling into his face. His ebony locks weren't especially long (just past the top of his ears), or especially messy, they just seemed to slide into his face at every opportunity. His fists were clenched so hard he had white knuckles and he seemed to be trying very hard not to attack the head table.
She took in all of this with a glance then her eyes strayed to the animal walking a few steps behind him. It looked like the arctic wolves she and her parents had seen this summer at the London Zoo but it was much too big. In fact, it was the largest wolf she had ever seen, period. It also had an intelligent look in its eye that told her it was definitely smarter than your average wolf. Hermione felt a shiver run down her spine as she recalled what came next.
She had been sitting at her usual place at the very edge of the Gryfindor table, closest to the doors when they flew open. The boy glanced at her when he walked past and the wolf apparently took it as a signal to attack because it wasn't a half second after she had met his jade eyes that she was confronted with golden pools burning with animalistic rage. She had the distinct feeling the wolf was jealous of her before her mind blanked and her body froze up like a deer caught in headlights. The huge wolf, which she could now see was a female, had leapt at her and was mere feet away from ripping her throat out. She saw her life flash before her eyes and she almost screamed but caught herself and drew her wand with a sure but shaking hand.
She needn't have bothered. The moment the animal moved the boy's attention snapped behind him and those intense green eyes focused on the wolf, mid leap. She hadn't seen his face (being previously occupied) but someone later told her that his face got down right scary. He hadn't made any change in expression (besides a slight thinning of lips) but his aura had changed form barely leashed to raging in a split second, giving every shadow and crease of his face a sinister air.
"Kina!"
His voice was a harsh bark that caused everyone in the Great Hall to jump. The wolf, who was still in the air, jerked its body (in what would have been a comical way if she hadn't feared for her life) and managed to avoid running into her and the table. It didn't, however, manage to land on its feet after making such an effort to change course. It landed on its side with a dull whump and was on its feet again before she could blink. The wolf had a guilty airabout it and approached the boy with its tail securely tucked between its legs, its body held low to the ground, a high pitched whining coming from the previously vicious mouth.
She watched, in mild shock, as the boy narrowed his eyes at the wolf (who whimpered a bit louder and presented its belly) then glanced at her. His hair was falling from where he had tucked it behind his ear and cast shadows over those glowing green orbs. She noticed then that he was exceptionally handsome. His angry green eyes had an exotic tilt and his small frame was well muscled but lean. When she looked back on it she could remember that his scar had been in plain sight, but every single person in the Hall had been too distracted to notice.
His gaze lingered on her for a few breathless seconds before he turned and walked up to the head table, the wolf following obediently close. After a few quiet words with Professor Dumbledore, both man and boy left the hall without another word spoken. Mr. Crouch, and Professor McGonagall trailing after them.
Hermione let out a sigh and decided to give herself a break. A bath would be nice. She had been studying like mad and had been thinking more and more often about Harry. This situation really was fishy. She gave another gusty sigh and turned towards the dorms. A bath really would do nicely.
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Alright, sorry about the wait…and this chapter. It (in my humble opinion) sux. Oh well. My explanations about being so late will eventually make it to my profile, but im still busy as shit…so it wont be for a while.
Anyways, about this chapter…. I don't really like it. I wanted to hint at Hermione's attraction to Harry and also her maturity for noticing right away that the whole tournament is pretty iffy. There wont be any romance for a while, but it is an option im willing to consider if you guys really want it.
About her referring to kina and harry as 'it' and 'boy' even after she knew who (or what gender) they were. She has always been exiled because of her……well because she is perfectionist control freak psycho bitch. It's a defense mechanism. Until they do something that reflects them in a good light she will be distant, even in her own mind.
Well, the next chapter should be up some time or another. my sister just had a baby so i'll be pretty busy but ill try to update the chapters i have saved soon.
