Okay, this is the third chapter and no, I don't think it's longer than the
second chapter. Sorry! I hope the story is getting better because I'm
getting some good ideas. Oh yeah, I forgot to say that Harry, Ron and
Hermione are in their fifth year. But this isn't my idea of "Harry Potter
and the Order of Phoenix", I'm just putting the trio into their fifth year.
So don't get the wrong idea! Also, there's going to be some H/H soon, but I
have to talk about other stuff before that. I'm going to have a chapter
when Harry and Hermione gets into a little accident soon! I don't want to
give you all the details, it'll ruin the story, but the accident is H/H.
Stay tuned! (oh yeah, this chapter has a bit of H/H in it!)
Actually, the great accident is going to happen in this chapter! Oops! I let a thing slip! Enjoy!
The Great Hall looked as magnificent as usual, and still gazing up at the enchanted ceiling, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down next to their fellow fifth-years. As usual, every year Hogwarts had new students. They came up and got sorted with the sorting hat, and then Dumbledore would do his usual speech. The same thing happened this year. As the sorting hat yelled out the last house, ("Gryffindor!") Dumbledore got up from his seat and cleared his throat.
"Welcome to another year of Hogwarts," he said, smiling at everyone. "Before we begin with the feast, I have a few announcements to make. First of all, the forbidden forest is forbidden to any student. Also, please welcome our new defence against the dark arts teacher, Professor Delacour."
Everyone clapped loudly. Sure enough, in pale robes of light blue, stood Fleur Delacour. Ron's ears turned pink. "But it can't be her…" he muttered. "No way…"
"Everyone who was here last here will, of course, remember Professor Delacour. For those of you that has never met her, she and her former school, Beauxbatons, has paid a visit to Hogwarts last year. Anyway, since I haven't sent owls to the prefects in the summer holidays, I'm going to announce the prefects now. When you here your name, please come up here and get your prefect badge. You will also receive a list of things you need to do and so forth."
Dumbledore pulled out a piece of parchment. "I'll start with the house of Gryffindor. Remember that there'll be five prefects from each year. Hermione Granger," he called. Everyone from the Gryffindor table clapped loudly. "No surprise there!" yelled Ron, as Hermione went up to get her prefect badge. As Hermione sat down, Dumbledore called, "Harry Potter!" Everyone clapped again. "I can't believe I'm a prefect," said Harry, as he pinned his badge on the front of his robes. "Ronald Weasley!" called Dumbledore. "Ron, you're a prefect!" yelled Fred, as Ron came back to the table, his face in shock.
"I can't believe it," he said. "I've broken school rules, bad grades, and still, I'm a prefect."
After Dumbledore finished announcing the prefects for all of the houses, he continued speaking. "Well, that's all the notices for this year. Let the feast begin."
Immediately the golden plates in the center of the tables started filling up with all kinds of food you could imagine. "Mmmmm," said Harry, through a mouthful of mashed potatoes. "Nothing beats having a Hogwarts feast. It's the same every year, but it's still as good as ever."
"Harry," said Hermione. "Just finish eating before you show all your food to all the people around you. It's disgusting."
"Some things never change," muttered Ron to Harry. "Her looks are changing, but her acts aren't."
"I heard that," said Hermione. "I know you think I'm bossy and everything, but I'm just saying it because…"
"We know, we know," said Ron, rolling his eyes. "Skip the lecture."
After the feast, all the Gryffindors went upstairs to their secret entrance to the Gryffindor Tower. It was behind a painting of a very fat woman in a pink, silk dress. "The password's 'triwizard'," said Harry. The painting swung open and everybody climbed in.
"Good night Hermione!" called Harry. He and Ron went up to their dormitories and soon, feel fast asleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next morning, while eating their breakfast in the great hall, Harry, Ron and Hermione were studying their class schedules. "Well," said Ron. "We have double herbology first, with the Hufflepuffs." While walking to the greenhouse, Harry noticed that some of the boys were looking at Hermione. He probably hadn't noticed this before, but he certainly noticed it now. As Hermione walked past, boys were turn around to look and gape at her. After a while, though, Hermione began to take notice. "Just look at them!" she said angrily to Harry and Ron. "They think looks are everything. What if I was really ugly with pimples all over my face? They wouldn't take notice then."
"Honestly, Hermione," said Ron. "You can't blame them for staring at you like that. You have changed a lot over the summer and now everyone can tell the difference. What's the big deal?"
Hermione glared at him. "Ron, just because…" she began, but Harry cutted her off. "Come on, Hermione," he said. "Let's not have an argument on the first day of school, before even the first period. Okay?"
After that, Hermione stayed really quiet for the rest of the day. Even at classes she was good at, which was like all of them, she never raised her hand at all. Teachers started to sense something was wrong with her. Professor McGonagall asked Hermione if something was bothering her and if she wanted to go to the infirmary. "It's okay, Professor," Hermione assured her. "I just don't feel like talking today."
After classes and dinner, Harry stayed in the common room doing his homework, while Ron was upstairs in the dormitory, discussing Quidditch with Dean and Seamus. Hermione was still in the library, reading books on history and other subjects as usual. Harry decided to wait for Hermione, in case she felt really lonely. Soon, he heard someone come in through the portrait hole, and he saw Hermione carrying a large stack of books, so large that it covered her face.
"Hi Harry," she said, her voice muffled. "What are you doing here this late? Still not finished your homework?"
"No," said Harry. "I was finished, but I just wanted to wait for you. Thought you might feel lonely."
Just then, a book dropped from the big stack and Hermione tried to look for it. But she didn't see that the book was right in front of her. She stepped on it and immediately slipped. Falling, the books tumbled out of her hands. And, still flying, Hermione landed straight on Harry and smacked her lips right on to his.
Both of them stood frozen for about nearly five minutes. Then, blushing furiously, Hermione muttered, "Sorry I slipped." And ran upstairs to the girls dormitories. Harry still sat there, stunned. He couldn't believe what had happened. He had kissed Hermione! One of his best friends! Even though Harry knew it was an accident, he sort of felt a tingle when he thought about the accident. True, thought Harry. Hermione's one of my best friends, but I can't help it if I really like her. Hermione will really avoid me now.
Still thinking about Hermione, Harry walked up to the boys' dormitories and went to his four-poster bed. His mind spinning over the day's events, he fell asleep.
The next morning, just as Harry got downstairs to eat breakfast in the great hall, he bumped into someone coming from the girls' dormitories.
It was Hermione. Hermione tried to walk quickly away, but she wasn't quick enough. Harry grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Harry," said Hermione, tugging back at her sleeve. "Let go."
"No," said Harry. "I have to tell you something."
Okay, how was that? Was it good to have that happen? Please review! *~*Oh yeah, is my story okay?*~*
Next chapter coming soon!
Actually, the great accident is going to happen in this chapter! Oops! I let a thing slip! Enjoy!
The Great Hall looked as magnificent as usual, and still gazing up at the enchanted ceiling, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down next to their fellow fifth-years. As usual, every year Hogwarts had new students. They came up and got sorted with the sorting hat, and then Dumbledore would do his usual speech. The same thing happened this year. As the sorting hat yelled out the last house, ("Gryffindor!") Dumbledore got up from his seat and cleared his throat.
"Welcome to another year of Hogwarts," he said, smiling at everyone. "Before we begin with the feast, I have a few announcements to make. First of all, the forbidden forest is forbidden to any student. Also, please welcome our new defence against the dark arts teacher, Professor Delacour."
Everyone clapped loudly. Sure enough, in pale robes of light blue, stood Fleur Delacour. Ron's ears turned pink. "But it can't be her…" he muttered. "No way…"
"Everyone who was here last here will, of course, remember Professor Delacour. For those of you that has never met her, she and her former school, Beauxbatons, has paid a visit to Hogwarts last year. Anyway, since I haven't sent owls to the prefects in the summer holidays, I'm going to announce the prefects now. When you here your name, please come up here and get your prefect badge. You will also receive a list of things you need to do and so forth."
Dumbledore pulled out a piece of parchment. "I'll start with the house of Gryffindor. Remember that there'll be five prefects from each year. Hermione Granger," he called. Everyone from the Gryffindor table clapped loudly. "No surprise there!" yelled Ron, as Hermione went up to get her prefect badge. As Hermione sat down, Dumbledore called, "Harry Potter!" Everyone clapped again. "I can't believe I'm a prefect," said Harry, as he pinned his badge on the front of his robes. "Ronald Weasley!" called Dumbledore. "Ron, you're a prefect!" yelled Fred, as Ron came back to the table, his face in shock.
"I can't believe it," he said. "I've broken school rules, bad grades, and still, I'm a prefect."
After Dumbledore finished announcing the prefects for all of the houses, he continued speaking. "Well, that's all the notices for this year. Let the feast begin."
Immediately the golden plates in the center of the tables started filling up with all kinds of food you could imagine. "Mmmmm," said Harry, through a mouthful of mashed potatoes. "Nothing beats having a Hogwarts feast. It's the same every year, but it's still as good as ever."
"Harry," said Hermione. "Just finish eating before you show all your food to all the people around you. It's disgusting."
"Some things never change," muttered Ron to Harry. "Her looks are changing, but her acts aren't."
"I heard that," said Hermione. "I know you think I'm bossy and everything, but I'm just saying it because…"
"We know, we know," said Ron, rolling his eyes. "Skip the lecture."
After the feast, all the Gryffindors went upstairs to their secret entrance to the Gryffindor Tower. It was behind a painting of a very fat woman in a pink, silk dress. "The password's 'triwizard'," said Harry. The painting swung open and everybody climbed in.
"Good night Hermione!" called Harry. He and Ron went up to their dormitories and soon, feel fast asleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next morning, while eating their breakfast in the great hall, Harry, Ron and Hermione were studying their class schedules. "Well," said Ron. "We have double herbology first, with the Hufflepuffs." While walking to the greenhouse, Harry noticed that some of the boys were looking at Hermione. He probably hadn't noticed this before, but he certainly noticed it now. As Hermione walked past, boys were turn around to look and gape at her. After a while, though, Hermione began to take notice. "Just look at them!" she said angrily to Harry and Ron. "They think looks are everything. What if I was really ugly with pimples all over my face? They wouldn't take notice then."
"Honestly, Hermione," said Ron. "You can't blame them for staring at you like that. You have changed a lot over the summer and now everyone can tell the difference. What's the big deal?"
Hermione glared at him. "Ron, just because…" she began, but Harry cutted her off. "Come on, Hermione," he said. "Let's not have an argument on the first day of school, before even the first period. Okay?"
After that, Hermione stayed really quiet for the rest of the day. Even at classes she was good at, which was like all of them, she never raised her hand at all. Teachers started to sense something was wrong with her. Professor McGonagall asked Hermione if something was bothering her and if she wanted to go to the infirmary. "It's okay, Professor," Hermione assured her. "I just don't feel like talking today."
After classes and dinner, Harry stayed in the common room doing his homework, while Ron was upstairs in the dormitory, discussing Quidditch with Dean and Seamus. Hermione was still in the library, reading books on history and other subjects as usual. Harry decided to wait for Hermione, in case she felt really lonely. Soon, he heard someone come in through the portrait hole, and he saw Hermione carrying a large stack of books, so large that it covered her face.
"Hi Harry," she said, her voice muffled. "What are you doing here this late? Still not finished your homework?"
"No," said Harry. "I was finished, but I just wanted to wait for you. Thought you might feel lonely."
Just then, a book dropped from the big stack and Hermione tried to look for it. But she didn't see that the book was right in front of her. She stepped on it and immediately slipped. Falling, the books tumbled out of her hands. And, still flying, Hermione landed straight on Harry and smacked her lips right on to his.
Both of them stood frozen for about nearly five minutes. Then, blushing furiously, Hermione muttered, "Sorry I slipped." And ran upstairs to the girls dormitories. Harry still sat there, stunned. He couldn't believe what had happened. He had kissed Hermione! One of his best friends! Even though Harry knew it was an accident, he sort of felt a tingle when he thought about the accident. True, thought Harry. Hermione's one of my best friends, but I can't help it if I really like her. Hermione will really avoid me now.
Still thinking about Hermione, Harry walked up to the boys' dormitories and went to his four-poster bed. His mind spinning over the day's events, he fell asleep.
The next morning, just as Harry got downstairs to eat breakfast in the great hall, he bumped into someone coming from the girls' dormitories.
It was Hermione. Hermione tried to walk quickly away, but she wasn't quick enough. Harry grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Harry," said Hermione, tugging back at her sleeve. "Let go."
"No," said Harry. "I have to tell you something."
Okay, how was that? Was it good to have that happen? Please review! *~*Oh yeah, is my story okay?*~*
Next chapter coming soon!
