Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters are not mine! They
are owned by J.K. Rowling, and all I do is borrowing them for my fanfic.
Here it is - chapter two! I'm surprised that my first real fic "already"
has two chapters. Probably not the longest chapters in the world, but that's
not the point :) Anyway - enjoy, and please r/r!
chapter two
A fanfic by MalfoyGirl
When Harry awoke the next morning, it was to the sound of an argument. Neville
and Seamus apparently weren't the best of friends this morning. No wonder all
the others were already awake, too - it was impossible to sleep in such noise,
Harry thought.
"I already told you, your shoe is not under my bed!", Seamus
yelled angrily.
"I heard you the first time! But I have only one shoe, and I'm sure I put
both shoes beside my bed yesterday!", Neville answered. He sounded half
angry and half desperate.
"You don't ever remember where you put your stuff, so don't yell at me
because you always create such a mess around yourself!", Seamus said. It
was obvious that the discussion was over according to him.
"At least help me look for it!". Neville was on his knees on the floor
trying to find his shoe under his own bed, even though he claimed he had already
looked there before.
Harry knew he would start laughing if he looked up at Ron now. This explained
what Ron had tripped over and kicked along the floor when he walked back to
his bed in the night. Neville always lost stuff, or forgot where he put it,
or did something else along those lines, but this time it wouldn't be so hard
helping him clear the mess up. Ron picked up a black shoe from the floor.
- Neville! Is it this one you're looking for? He sounded so innocent it was
impossible to guess he had known where to look.
Neville gratefully took his shoe from Ron`, but he looked puzzled and Harry
could hear him mumle to himself. Probably wondering how the shoe got to the
other end of the room anyway.
The episode reminded Harry of what had happened before. Not that he forgot, of course, he had only hoped being able to avoid thinking about it all the time. He thought Hermione had done something really strange waking them up in the dead of night, and he planned asking her about it at breakfast. Then he remembered that she had run back up to her dormitory after saying what she wanted. She had not even said goodnight. Was she still angry? So angry she wouldn't talk to them? If so everything would be perfect, he thought sarcastically. One of his best friends was probably not talking to him anymore, and his worst enemy's sister just got sorted into Gryffindor. Yeah - "perfect" was the perfect word!
Luckily, Hermione was not angry. When they saw her for the first time, she
was talking to them just as if nothing unusual had happened at all. At breakfast
she immediately opened a book on the table in front of her after she had finished
eating. But she still kept the conversation going. Harry wondered how she could
read and talk at the same time, and still appear to have all her attention on
both things. Ron, on the other hand, looked confused when she opened the book.
- Hermione! It's our first day back at school! We haven't had any lessons yet,
so why are you reading that boring school book?
She looked up.
"It's not boring - transfiguration is one of my favorite subjects!"
she said. "And it's always good to prepare for the lessons beforehand!"
Harry shook his head and smiled. Transfiguration wasn't the worst subject on
his timetable either, but there was no way he'd start reading the school books
before they'd had the first lesson of the year. At least he was now completely
sure that Hermione was the same person as always. He glanced at her, and noticed
that she wasn't reading at the beginning of the book - she was reading in the
middle of it. What was she up to? Certainly, she wasn't preparing for their
first lesson by reading something they wouldn't be learning until around Christmas
or so. But as Hermione had said herself, transfiguration was her favorite subject,
and she probably knew the book up the the point she was reading now by heart.
That was probably why Harry didn't spend more time thinking about it. For him,
it was enough to concentrate on what they would learn in the lesson this morning!
On their way to transfiguration class, Harry asked Hermione why she had wanted
to talk to them in the night. He pointed out to her that it would have been
possible to talk at daytime. She didn't seem surprised at the question, but
she stopped to look around before she answered.
"Listen! It was the only thing I could do if I wanted to talk to you about
it as soon as possible." she said. "I mean, if I had tried to talk
to you about it yesterday, somebody would have heard. And...." She stopped
talking abruptly.
"Heard what, Granger?" asked a cold voice from behind them
So! This part is not completed (but you've already figured that out, haven't you?), but it's been so long since I last updated this fic that I'm just posting what I wrote up to now. Maybe it's stupid to post a part that's only half done, but now I did it, so I hope you don't find it too annoying...