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Chapter 10 - Longer chapter! Hopefully I've got enough ideas for quite a long chapter for you people.
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Hermione smiled slightly as Elizabeth approached her - but hadn't Elizabeth gone in already? Can't remember. Hermione shrugged and moved over to Amber to make space for her.
"Hey, where were you?" asked Hermione curiously, suddenly remembering that she had gone into the Great Hall with Amber leaving her hesitating outside. "I saw you come in here!"
Elizabeth laughed and her eyes glittered maliciously as she sat down.
"Well?" asked Hermione persistently. Elizabeth made as though to tap her nose then spank her on the forehead but Hermione whipped out her wand threateningly as though she was about to curse Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked amusingly alarmed, with her light eyebrows lifted, almost disappearing in her flowing hair, and her little mouth open and her eyes kept blinking. Hermione giggled.
"I don't get called the cleverest witch of the year for nothing," she teased, then Elizabeth got the joke, and laughed heartily. Along the table Harry heard her laugh and craned his neck to see who she was laughing with. His heart fell with a pang. Hermione.
He still haven't worked out why Hermione had deserted his and Ron's friendship, well, mostly his, but to his knowledge Hermione had neither been with Ron or him, and when he tried to consult Ron with it, his emotional-range-of-a-teaspoon best mate only guffawed at him and Angelica's match. His anger was still bubbling, not as fiercely as before, but still enough to glower at a mock-tear-streaked face of Angelica.
She didn't look remotely pretty now. Her fake tears, which she had let run in hopes of getting people to pity her, especially Harry, had smudged her mascara and ran down her cheek in a line of watery black. Her lips looked shiny with lipstick and puffed up, and her eyelashes clung together. She wore a heavy scowl when she looked in Harry's direction, thinking what an idiot he was, and how she could win his heart back.
Hermione was laughing at Amber's silly face, because she, Amber, was mimicking Angelica, with a very good likeness. Amber came from a Muggle family. Her father was Jonathon Moore, and her mother was Fiona Wayne, both very famous actors, and so Amber had inherited their genes as well. Hermione was very happy, happier than she had been with the boys, she realized, as Amber pulled her mouth open grotesquely.
Finally breaking their chatter and face-pulling, Hermione looked up at the staff table, and, to her immense pleasure and relief, that Dumbledore was back. His silver beard glimmered under the starry night, and he was smiling down at the students. Professor McGonagall was telling off a rather dishevelled blonde boy who sat with the Hufflepuffs. Apparently, according to Dean Thomas, he had been bombarded with stink pellets and ink bombs by Peeves, and had came to the hall in a disastrous state. Their head of house was severely giving the poor boy a good snapping, then resulting in a detention, seeing as he was a first year and points could not be taken off yet.
Up on the staff table, Dumbledore stood up. Hermione beamed at him and his eyes twinkled back at her. The hall fell silent.
"Er-hem," Dumbledore began. "Well, I am sincerely begging your pardon for coming back so late, but I have my own business to attend to which had stretch to a rather astonishing and, to many staffs, disapprovingly long time. I sincerely beg your pardon. Now, having listened to my dreary talk, let the sorting begin!"
Professor Flitwick carried the stool with the battered school hat forward. The whole hall was silent. Hermione had her eyes glued at the old garment, which had opened a mouth and started to sing.
I know I sound a daft old fool,
I know I made no sense,
But however I must make it clear
Of old and new type tense,
Of old ones dead and new ones live
The one thing in connection:
Of great success and greater deeds
The one and good submission,
The Hogwarts Four of old times gone
Now whittled down to three,
Gave these great honours to humans known
Trained down to make you see.
That the only thing to carry forward
Is the sweetest thing we know,
No cares on neither pals or pets
Or either friend or foe,
With longer talks and longer waits
I will quickly tell the truth:
By uniting the founders four
Thus igniting the deadly truce…
Bold Gryffindor, from mild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin from fen,
Now these great founders four
Had formed a chained cuff,
With Gryffindor and Ravenclow
Then Hufflepuff and Slytherin
What they have found is love,
So tarry not your time has come
So young as you may be,
Came uniting time came heaven sublime
Came more than you may see.
Loving each other forever more
Brings the world together
Forming great ambitions, ignitions,
Together forever and ever.
May this be forgotten
May this be forever gone
Heard it once, never again,
Listen to this song.
The hat's song faded into nothingness. Harry sat there, spellbound. It was as though the hat knew what had happened! The hall was deadly silent as well. The teachers were gawping with their mouth wide open, at the hat, for it had never gave advice on teenager stuff before, only unity in the Fifth year. Then, little by little, the hall began clapping and Harry joined in, feebly.
Professor McGonagall came marching in, briskly, with first years stumbling after her, looking, thankfully, drier than it had been when Dennis Creevey had first been sorted. The professor unrolled a long list, on parchment.
"Ainsley, Tirana," she said, her square spectacles flashing slightly.
A tall blonde girl with proud features walked bravely onto the stool and sat there, still.
"RAVENCLAW!" the hat shouted. Tirana smiled brightly, put the hat down, and skipped down the steps towards the Ravenclaw table.
"Attorney, Philip," A nervous boy with ruffled dark brown hair hobbled up and placed the hat on his head, his hands shaking violently.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted, after quite a while, and poor Philip had shook from head to toes. Blushing, Philip took it off and stumbled slightly on his way to the Hufflepuff table.
"Baser, Gwendolyn," went to Gryffindor, causing many screams of joy.
"Bentley, Iota" became a Ravenclaw too, but after three names, "Charley, James" became a Slytherin. He was a bug-like boy, with skinny arms and legs, and a twitching, face.
"Morrison, Kendal" Hufflepuff.
"Mullins, Tray" Gryffindor.
"Musty, Quentin" Slytherin. Then, at last -
"Payne, Angelica"
Angelica, who had been standing with the first years, tossing her hair and looking at them down her nose, sniffed and strolled up to the hat. Hermione held her breath as the battered hat covered Angelica's blonde head, down to her nostrils. She saw Angelica squirming in disgust at the battered garment. The hat seemed to be pondering.
Meanwhile, Harry had lost total interest in the sorting, being used to so many dinners now. He looked up in boredom in time to hear the hat shout "Gryffindor" and a loud groan followed it somewhere along the table. He craned his neck to look.
To Hermione's horror Angelica had been sorted into Gryffindor, which meant she was to have Harry with her all day! ALL DAY! She was absolutely devastated, but, as she cooled to think, ignoring Angelica's simpering and fluttering eyelashes as she hopped onto their table, she, Hermione, was suddenly sounding like a moody, selfish old cow, and had her claws clung tight to her man. She sighed, and spotted Amber's and Elizabeth's disgusted looks.
"What?" she whispered, as "Stevenson, Maya" got sorted into Gryffindor. She clapped along with her fellow house.
Amber's mouth twitched as she glowered fiercely. Hermione won't be surprised if the person she was glaring at would have a hole in their head, if there was any at all.
"Flipping Angelica got flipping sorted into our flipping house so we've got to flipping spend every flipping common time and almost every flipping lessons with that flipping bi -…girl," Amber spluttered, fighting not to swear. Hermione and Elizabeth almost laughed, but stopped as Dumbledore stood up and called out:
"Let the feast begin!"
Hermione was suddenly overcome by an emotion of hungriness, not unlike the one Ron usually has, who was pigging himself at the end of the table. Her stomach curled at the thought of the dental health of Ron's teeth with so many food crammed into it. Genes from her parents, no doubt.
She daintily cut up some pork chops then some roast potatoes. Eating them lady-likely she ate until she saw Angelica slithering up to Harry again, even after their argument (Hermione is assuming they had one, of course, with a look at Harry's hot, angry face).
Just as she picked up her pumpkin juice she saw Angelica's hand slither around Harry's arm. A revolting feeling climbed up her stomach and her fingers slipped. The goblet dropped and stained the tablecloth up to several feet away. Janice Shorewood from third year glared at her from across the table.
Hermione's eyes filled with tears again as she hastily tried to wipe it and snivelled. Then, an annoyingly hurtful scene played itself in her mind's eye.
Angelica ruffled Harry's hair, and pulled him in for a long kiss. Harry followed suit, and enveloped her mouth in a passionate and hungry kiss. Pieces wretched from her heart…empty spaces…flying colours…blackout…
Hermione stood up as calmly as she could. Her knees wobbled and threatened to buckle, but she held them still with an alarming glare that made Alice Tilley, a new first year, shiver.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" asked Elizabeth concernedly, looking up at her from her blueberry pie. She got up and nodded meaningfully at Amber, who looked hostilely at Angelica, having got the message.
"I thought we had rid of her," Amber muttered under her breath, as Elizabeth followed Hermione out of the hall, after giving her five minutes of self-space.
Harry sat, losing appetite, letting Angelica's whimpering wash over him without getting a single word in. Ron sat across from him, smirking all over his face, thinking what a perfect couple Angelica and Harry are, with his (Ron's) one-inch-squared volume of mind.
Something, a skirt hem, brushed softly against the back of Harry's head as Angelica slobbered herself over Harry (not literally), and he turned around. He caught sight of a mass of dark brown curls framing a pink-cheeked, pointed face with tears flowing like a waterfall on it. His eyes widened in shock as he realized who it was.
Hermione.
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Like the song? I love poetry but they aren't any good, I love the rhymes as well! Phew, may this be the last piece of poetry posted - I am soo nervous about what people thinks of my ideas! Well, this might be lame, but the "long" chapter I had promised seemed to be taken up by the song, mostly. I am sincerely sorry for that.
I haven't got much reviews here…sob, hopefully this very long chapter ( 5 pages long!) will get me some more. Also I am running out of ideas so could people review and give me some please?
Katrina: Wow you've really been waiting for the update, haven't you! Lol, thanks!
Anon: Thanks ever such a lot! Did it really made you happy? I thought it was a bit too…er…not-for-good-people thing, it's like it's not meant for good people i.e. Elizabeth or Harry, to do such stuff, well, thanks for liking it.
Sarahrules336: Thanks, long chapter up now! Hope you look forward to long chapter 20