Hermione's World ~ Chapter 8
By Miz Arsenal
"Cassandra Taylor! What do you think you're doing?" Professor Snape had caught Cassandra going through his potions list after class. She looked up, and smiled weakly. "Er, nothing Professor. I just couldn't remember what that potion was called where it makes you sleep." Professor Snape didn't believe it, "The stronger sleeping potion is called Mifchin, and the weaker, for animals and such, is Marichin. Anything else?" Cassandra stood up, "No Professor," and left quickly.
Cassandra found Hermione on the way to Transfiguration. "What were you doing in there?" Hermione asked. "I was getting a name of a potion, so I can find out how to make it," Cassandra smiled. "Well why didn't you just ask me? I know every single potion we've studied," Hermione said. "We haven't studied Hickle Findro," Cassandra was still smiling, quite mischieviously, Hermione thought. "Who do you want to fall in love with you?" Hermione asked, secretly hoping it wasn't Harry. "Not Harry, Hermione. That's for sure." Hermione thought that Cassandra could read her mind. Hermione smiled, knowing that Cassandra knew she liked Harry, "Then who?" Cassandra continued smiling, and replied, "Someone whose named needs a little more work." Hermione instantly knew who it was - Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy? Oh no Cassandra. That's purposely walking into a hungry lion's cage." Hermione could not believe that Cassandra had a crush on Malfoy. "Of all people," Hermione continued, "Why him? Why not someone nice and smart, like Dean Thomas or Seamus Finnigan?"
"I don't like them, besides, you can tell that Seamus likes Ginny Weasley, and she likes him, despite Lavender." Hermione had to agree with that. "Fine, but if you get into hot water, actually I should say steaming water, don't call on me for help." Cassandra smiled, "I won't get into hot, or steamy water, Hermione. I can deal with that...that..." Cassandra couldn't find the right words, but Hermione could. "ferret. He's a twitchy little ferret." Cassandra was confused, but Hermione burst out laughing. "Huh? Ferret? Explain please." Hermione tried to regain her composure, but it was difficult. She managed to get a few words out, "Ask....Ron...." Cassandra was puzzled even more, but went off to find Ron.
~*~
"In our fourth year, for a Defence teacher, we had Professor Moody, well sort of. Anyway, one time when Malfoy was bothering Harry, Hermione, and Ron, Professor Moody came around the hallway, and transfigured Malfoy into a ferret." Cassandra finally found someone to explain what happened to her. "Thanks Ginny. You know, you should ask Seamus out. I heard that we have a party in Hogsmeade coming up. Ask him, and I know he'll say yes. Also, you should know that he detests Lavender." Ginny thought that Cassandra was crazy, but said she'd ask him.
Cassandra had tracked everyone down, trying to find out what had happened to Malfoy, but everyone had done exactly as Hermione, and burst out in laughs. Ron had fallen to the ground, and was laughing so hard that it shook all of Gryffindor common room.
The next time that Cassandra saw Malfoy, was at lunch. She called out to him, "Hey Malfoy! Do you know of any ferrets?" He scowled at her, and asked Crabbe and Goyle, "How'd she know about that? I don't want her to see the bad side of me." He hollared back at her, "I don't know of any ferrets, but I know of a pig. Hey Weasley! Taylor wants to talk to you." He sniggered, and turned back to eating.
"That didn't turn out as I planned. But oh well. Hey Ron! Who are you going to take to the party in Hogsmeade?" Ron was confused. "Party? In Hogsmeade? I don't know what you're talking about." Just then, Professor Dumbledore stood up and announced to the hall, "Students, next Friday there will be a dance in Hogsmeade, sponsered by the International Quidditch League. Students from the following schools will attend," He read the names off of a list, "Brandones School of Magic, Dellover Academy, Greystone School of Magic, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, Madame DuPonts Academy for Magical Ladies, and Zevernickus American Academy." Professor Dumbledore paused, and then went on, "I expect you all to be curtious and helpful to out of town wizards and witches. More information can be found in your common rooms. Now, you may continue eating, talking, and ridiculing other houses." Cassandra squealed, "Told you so everybody. Anyway, did you hear that? Zevernickus is coming! Oooh, this is great!" Everyone stared at her, "Is that your old school?" Ron asked. "Yep! I'll get to see all of my friends! Oh, and Colin," She spoke to a sixth year, Colin Creevey, "There's a girl there just like you, Michelle. She's very into photography, and is Muggle born, like you. I just know you'll get along great."
As the days passed, Cassandra seemed to be forgetting about giving Malfoy the love potion which she had made the night that Dumbledore announced the dance at Hogsmeade. The whole school was bubbling with anticipation for the upcoming dance. The only person who got more information was Hermione, and as she looked over the ten page packet, she read that it was overnight. They would be staying in the world famous hotel, The Dragon's Tongue, and they were to pick their roommates. As she read further, it said that Head Girl and Boy got suites, with two rooms, and could have three friends in their suite. She knew instantly who she would choose, Harry, Ron, and Cassandra. She and Cassandra would share one of the rooms, and Harry and Ron the other. This time Parvati wouldn't win.
~*~
Thursday morning, when they entered the Great Hall, Professor Dumbledore had announcements. "All classes have been canceled, and you are to pack for a week. We are staying at the Dragon's Tongue, along with one other school, Zevernickus, I believe, and will participate in the study of young Quidditch players. Everyone will be on a Quidditch team, and study with the International Quidditch League, and their chosen teams. There will be twenty-eight players per team, and seven will be from each house. We have chosen your teams, and who you'll be working with. The list is posted in each of your common rooms. You will know who is on your team in your own house, but not the other houses. You won't see anyone from another house until tomorrow morning, so do not loan anything to someone, that you will need before tomorrow. Your house heads will have more details. Eat quickly, and report back to your common rooms." The whole hall was louder than ever before, and soon the hall was emptied, except for Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore.
Professor McGonagall was going over the teams, and Professor Dumbledore was still eating. "Albus, it's not a good idea." He looked up, "What do you mean Minerva?" McGonagall sighed, "Putting Malfoy and Potter and Weasley together. It's a bad idea. What makes it worse is that you also put Granger, Taylor, Patil, and Brown together. It's going to be a riot." Dumbledore swallowed, "Have faith, Minerva, have faith."
~*~
Back in Gryffindor common room, Parvati was so happy. "Ooh, I'll get to share a suite with Harry. It'll be so much fun!" Hermione couldn't take any more of Parvati's talk about how she and Harry will be together. She couldn't believe that Professor Dumbledore put her and Parvati on the same Quidditch team! "Parvati, I am Head Girl, and I get a suite, and get to pick my roommates before a prefect does. You won't be rooming with Harry." Parvati's smiled left her face, and in place, a scowl grew, and then a smirk, "Hermione, don't you realize, Harry doesn't like you. He likes me. So you're smarter than me, but I'm prettier. Harry likes beautiful, and that's something you're not." Both Parvati and Hermione knew that it was war. "Really? Has he asked you to go to the dance tomorrow night? Has he asked to room with you? I think you're the one who he doesn't like. Just ask Ron, his best friend. You know, you should pay more attention to people who like you, not people who are disgusted by you." Parvati was quiet. She thought about what Hermione had said, and realized that Hermione was just jealous of her beauty, and relationship with Harry. "Hermione, you like Ron.Why do you even care about who Harry goes out with? He doesn't like you, so shut up and chase after Ron." Hermione laughed, "Me? Like Ron? Oh good one, way off, but good. I don't like Ron, and he doesn't like me. He-" Hermione was cut off by Cassandra, "Parvati, you are stupid. Harry doesn't like you, and Ron doesn't either anymore. That's who you've liked all along, but he doesn't see you the way he used to. Get over it, and you chase after someone." Parvati did like Ron, and was trying to make him jealous by going out with Harry, but it had worked out wrong. She had guessed that he liked her, until Cassandra got here. Ron was taken away with her, and Cassandra always flirted with him. Now the only one who was upset was Parvati.
As Cassandra was lugging her giant trunk out of her room, Ron caught up with her. "Er Cassandra, would you go to the dance with me tomorrow night?" She smiled, and Ron was as red as his hair. "I'd love to." Ron mumbled a thanks and headed down the stairs, but Cassandra stopped him, "I've been waiting for you to ask me that." They both smiled, and parted.
"Harry! Wait up!" Hermione was trying to catch up to Harry and ask him to room with her, before Parvati could. Harry turned, and Hermione stopped to catch her breath. "Harry, would you like to room with me?" He smiled, "Of course, and Hermione, would you go to the dance with me?" She smiled, "Definately." Harry smiled, and Hermione smiled, "You know, Hermione, I've liked you since our third year." They both blushed, and then said in unison, "See you later." Hermione felt genuinely content, as well as smug. She had gotten the better of Parvati.
By Miz Arsenal
"Cassandra Taylor! What do you think you're doing?" Professor Snape had caught Cassandra going through his potions list after class. She looked up, and smiled weakly. "Er, nothing Professor. I just couldn't remember what that potion was called where it makes you sleep." Professor Snape didn't believe it, "The stronger sleeping potion is called Mifchin, and the weaker, for animals and such, is Marichin. Anything else?" Cassandra stood up, "No Professor," and left quickly.
Cassandra found Hermione on the way to Transfiguration. "What were you doing in there?" Hermione asked. "I was getting a name of a potion, so I can find out how to make it," Cassandra smiled. "Well why didn't you just ask me? I know every single potion we've studied," Hermione said. "We haven't studied Hickle Findro," Cassandra was still smiling, quite mischieviously, Hermione thought. "Who do you want to fall in love with you?" Hermione asked, secretly hoping it wasn't Harry. "Not Harry, Hermione. That's for sure." Hermione thought that Cassandra could read her mind. Hermione smiled, knowing that Cassandra knew she liked Harry, "Then who?" Cassandra continued smiling, and replied, "Someone whose named needs a little more work." Hermione instantly knew who it was - Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy? Oh no Cassandra. That's purposely walking into a hungry lion's cage." Hermione could not believe that Cassandra had a crush on Malfoy. "Of all people," Hermione continued, "Why him? Why not someone nice and smart, like Dean Thomas or Seamus Finnigan?"
"I don't like them, besides, you can tell that Seamus likes Ginny Weasley, and she likes him, despite Lavender." Hermione had to agree with that. "Fine, but if you get into hot water, actually I should say steaming water, don't call on me for help." Cassandra smiled, "I won't get into hot, or steamy water, Hermione. I can deal with that...that..." Cassandra couldn't find the right words, but Hermione could. "ferret. He's a twitchy little ferret." Cassandra was confused, but Hermione burst out laughing. "Huh? Ferret? Explain please." Hermione tried to regain her composure, but it was difficult. She managed to get a few words out, "Ask....Ron...." Cassandra was puzzled even more, but went off to find Ron.
~*~
"In our fourth year, for a Defence teacher, we had Professor Moody, well sort of. Anyway, one time when Malfoy was bothering Harry, Hermione, and Ron, Professor Moody came around the hallway, and transfigured Malfoy into a ferret." Cassandra finally found someone to explain what happened to her. "Thanks Ginny. You know, you should ask Seamus out. I heard that we have a party in Hogsmeade coming up. Ask him, and I know he'll say yes. Also, you should know that he detests Lavender." Ginny thought that Cassandra was crazy, but said she'd ask him.
Cassandra had tracked everyone down, trying to find out what had happened to Malfoy, but everyone had done exactly as Hermione, and burst out in laughs. Ron had fallen to the ground, and was laughing so hard that it shook all of Gryffindor common room.
The next time that Cassandra saw Malfoy, was at lunch. She called out to him, "Hey Malfoy! Do you know of any ferrets?" He scowled at her, and asked Crabbe and Goyle, "How'd she know about that? I don't want her to see the bad side of me." He hollared back at her, "I don't know of any ferrets, but I know of a pig. Hey Weasley! Taylor wants to talk to you." He sniggered, and turned back to eating.
"That didn't turn out as I planned. But oh well. Hey Ron! Who are you going to take to the party in Hogsmeade?" Ron was confused. "Party? In Hogsmeade? I don't know what you're talking about." Just then, Professor Dumbledore stood up and announced to the hall, "Students, next Friday there will be a dance in Hogsmeade, sponsered by the International Quidditch League. Students from the following schools will attend," He read the names off of a list, "Brandones School of Magic, Dellover Academy, Greystone School of Magic, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, Madame DuPonts Academy for Magical Ladies, and Zevernickus American Academy." Professor Dumbledore paused, and then went on, "I expect you all to be curtious and helpful to out of town wizards and witches. More information can be found in your common rooms. Now, you may continue eating, talking, and ridiculing other houses." Cassandra squealed, "Told you so everybody. Anyway, did you hear that? Zevernickus is coming! Oooh, this is great!" Everyone stared at her, "Is that your old school?" Ron asked. "Yep! I'll get to see all of my friends! Oh, and Colin," She spoke to a sixth year, Colin Creevey, "There's a girl there just like you, Michelle. She's very into photography, and is Muggle born, like you. I just know you'll get along great."
As the days passed, Cassandra seemed to be forgetting about giving Malfoy the love potion which she had made the night that Dumbledore announced the dance at Hogsmeade. The whole school was bubbling with anticipation for the upcoming dance. The only person who got more information was Hermione, and as she looked over the ten page packet, she read that it was overnight. They would be staying in the world famous hotel, The Dragon's Tongue, and they were to pick their roommates. As she read further, it said that Head Girl and Boy got suites, with two rooms, and could have three friends in their suite. She knew instantly who she would choose, Harry, Ron, and Cassandra. She and Cassandra would share one of the rooms, and Harry and Ron the other. This time Parvati wouldn't win.
~*~
Thursday morning, when they entered the Great Hall, Professor Dumbledore had announcements. "All classes have been canceled, and you are to pack for a week. We are staying at the Dragon's Tongue, along with one other school, Zevernickus, I believe, and will participate in the study of young Quidditch players. Everyone will be on a Quidditch team, and study with the International Quidditch League, and their chosen teams. There will be twenty-eight players per team, and seven will be from each house. We have chosen your teams, and who you'll be working with. The list is posted in each of your common rooms. You will know who is on your team in your own house, but not the other houses. You won't see anyone from another house until tomorrow morning, so do not loan anything to someone, that you will need before tomorrow. Your house heads will have more details. Eat quickly, and report back to your common rooms." The whole hall was louder than ever before, and soon the hall was emptied, except for Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore.
Professor McGonagall was going over the teams, and Professor Dumbledore was still eating. "Albus, it's not a good idea." He looked up, "What do you mean Minerva?" McGonagall sighed, "Putting Malfoy and Potter and Weasley together. It's a bad idea. What makes it worse is that you also put Granger, Taylor, Patil, and Brown together. It's going to be a riot." Dumbledore swallowed, "Have faith, Minerva, have faith."
~*~
Back in Gryffindor common room, Parvati was so happy. "Ooh, I'll get to share a suite with Harry. It'll be so much fun!" Hermione couldn't take any more of Parvati's talk about how she and Harry will be together. She couldn't believe that Professor Dumbledore put her and Parvati on the same Quidditch team! "Parvati, I am Head Girl, and I get a suite, and get to pick my roommates before a prefect does. You won't be rooming with Harry." Parvati's smiled left her face, and in place, a scowl grew, and then a smirk, "Hermione, don't you realize, Harry doesn't like you. He likes me. So you're smarter than me, but I'm prettier. Harry likes beautiful, and that's something you're not." Both Parvati and Hermione knew that it was war. "Really? Has he asked you to go to the dance tomorrow night? Has he asked to room with you? I think you're the one who he doesn't like. Just ask Ron, his best friend. You know, you should pay more attention to people who like you, not people who are disgusted by you." Parvati was quiet. She thought about what Hermione had said, and realized that Hermione was just jealous of her beauty, and relationship with Harry. "Hermione, you like Ron.Why do you even care about who Harry goes out with? He doesn't like you, so shut up and chase after Ron." Hermione laughed, "Me? Like Ron? Oh good one, way off, but good. I don't like Ron, and he doesn't like me. He-" Hermione was cut off by Cassandra, "Parvati, you are stupid. Harry doesn't like you, and Ron doesn't either anymore. That's who you've liked all along, but he doesn't see you the way he used to. Get over it, and you chase after someone." Parvati did like Ron, and was trying to make him jealous by going out with Harry, but it had worked out wrong. She had guessed that he liked her, until Cassandra got here. Ron was taken away with her, and Cassandra always flirted with him. Now the only one who was upset was Parvati.
As Cassandra was lugging her giant trunk out of her room, Ron caught up with her. "Er Cassandra, would you go to the dance with me tomorrow night?" She smiled, and Ron was as red as his hair. "I'd love to." Ron mumbled a thanks and headed down the stairs, but Cassandra stopped him, "I've been waiting for you to ask me that." They both smiled, and parted.
"Harry! Wait up!" Hermione was trying to catch up to Harry and ask him to room with her, before Parvati could. Harry turned, and Hermione stopped to catch her breath. "Harry, would you like to room with me?" He smiled, "Of course, and Hermione, would you go to the dance with me?" She smiled, "Definately." Harry smiled, and Hermione smiled, "You know, Hermione, I've liked you since our third year." They both blushed, and then said in unison, "See you later." Hermione felt genuinely content, as well as smug. She had gotten the better of Parvati.