AN: I just would like to say something about the Golden Trio's relationship. Neville will not be replacing Ron. It just so happens that Neville is the only friend Hermione has made and Ron is really good at sticking his foot in his mouth. Don't worry though all you Ron fans he'll redeem himself when it comes to all the battles. On a little side note: most of the chapters will be from Hermione's perspective unless you guys request otherwise. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's anything you don't is mine.
Hermione POV
I was ignoring Harry and Ron. Neville followed my lead and would work on homework with me in the library. He really was my only friend at the school. No one else liked me. I sighed and read a fourth year Charms book. To be perfectly honest I wanted to start working on it now so I would be good when we practiced it then. I just couldn't bear the thought of not being able to come back so I worked twice as hard as everyone else.
"'Mione we should get going to Charms or we'll be late." Neville said standing up slowly. His back cracked in several places and I tried not to wince.
"Let's go!" I said grabbing his hand excitedly and started down the hall. Professor Flitwick had hinted at making objects fly today. I was so excited I could barely hide my grin.
When Neville and I finally got to the classroom Professor Flitwick split us into pairs. Neville was paired with Dean Thomas, a very tall boy with dark skin like melted chocolate. Harry was paired with Seamus, a sandy haired boy with an Irish accent. And I was paired with Ron. It was hard to tell if he was madder about it or me. He slouched back in his chair and completely ignored everything Professor Flitwick said.
"Begin!" Flitwick squeaked then started to make his way around the room. I swished and flicked my wand and smiled when my feather wiggled in front of me. I had almost done it!
"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practicing!" squeaked Professor Flitwick, climbing onto his stack of books so he could see the whole class. "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too - never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest."
I swished and flicked my wand again and smiled when it started to soar into the air. But Ron being Ron, hadn't listened to Flitwick and was waving his hands around like a windmill and knocked my feather out of the air.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted, waving his long arms again. I growled and glared at him.
"You're saying it wrong," I snapped. "It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the 'gar' nice and long."
"You do it, then, if you're so clever," Ron snarled.
I rolled up the sleeves of my gown, flicked my wand, and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above our heads. I smiled in triumph while Ron sulked.
"Oh, well done!" cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. "Everyone see here, Miss Granger's done it!"
I pulled out some parchment and started writing a note to my parents. They loved everything I told them about the magical world but they seemed concerned that I wasn't making friends. I told them all about Neville and how nice he was and how he had explained some of the different types of jobs in the wizarding world. They seemed to like that I was already thinking ahead about my plans and what I wanted to do with my life.
When the bell rang I quickly packed my bag and pulled it over my shoulder. I walked down the corridor and saw Neville up ahead. I ran to catch up with him but froze at the sound of a harsh voice speaking.
"It's no wonder no one can stand her," Ron snarled, "she's a nightmare, honestly."
I stiffened and felt my throat tighten. Knowing that no one likes you is one thing but its completely different when someone else says it. My throat was thick with unshed tears and I pushed past Harry and Ron.
"I think she heard you." Harry whispered his voice pained.
"So?" said Ron. "She must've noticed she's got no friends."
My tears redoubled and I pushed my way into the nearest bathroom and sobbed. This was not how it was supposed to be! I wiped roughly at my eyes but my tears continued to fall. It took awhile for me to finally cry out but I did. I looked up slowly and my heart clenched in my chest. What looked like a very large Mountain Troll was standing in front of me and raised its club. I let out a terrified scream and fell back against the wall.
I barely noticed when Ron and Harry barged into the room brandishing their wands. My mind seemed to be frozen with shock and I couldn't move. Harry tried to pull me up but I seemed to be stuck in my mind. He tried to help me but finally ran to Ron and jumped on the trolls back. Ron swished his wand and the huge club hit the trolls head and it fell to the ground.
No one spoke for a few moments.
"Is it – dead?" I asked my voice shaking.
"I don't think so," said Harry, "I think it's just been knocked out."
A moment later four teachers rushed into the bathroom. I took the blame for everything and lost ten house points. Harry and Ron both looked shocked but quickly agreed with me, I didn't want them to get in trouble. I silently made my way to the common room in shock. Harry Potter saved my life. A warm feeling seeped through my body and I smiled.
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