Hey everybody, sorry, it's been a few hectic days. I was recruited to help
with taxes, it was bliss * coughs *. Go check out my other stories and
poems if you haven't already read them, and also go read hellsong's and The
boy in the shadows' stuff, they're both really good friends. Also I am
really sorry about not updating sooner on this and "Feelings for a Death
Eater', sorta had a bought of writers block, but all is well now.
~Willow
Hermione's POV- The Seer- Chapter 2: Beginning of Depression
I slowly walked down the front hall steps, my books clasped to my chest. I was late for charms, and I really didn't care. Me, Hermione Granger, I didn't care! This just wasn't the way to start off my week. Charms was my third class of the day, and I had skipped all of the ones before it. I knew Harry and Ron would be worried, thinking the death eaters had whisked me away to serve Voldemort or something like that. I reached the ground floor and walked lazily across the large room and took a direct left into a well-lit hallway then turned right. Another dream had plagued me last night, and it was the third for the week. I hadn't gone back to Dumbledore because I didn't think it was needed. Other than they were ghastly dreams, they hadn't come true. It was just… so many people were killed, and I was unfortunate enough to get to witness it in detail.
As I approached the end of the hallway I could hear the indecisive murmuring of Professor Flitwick and the response from someone. The messy bun I had put my hair in was draping around my face and I tucked the many strands behind my ear. I pressed my hand against the door and it creaked loudly open.
I cringed as every head, including Slytherin, in the room turned towards me and Professor Flitwick said, "Hermione, so nice of you to join the class today, please sit down," he called to me in a cheerful voice. He was the only teacher who called me by the first name, and I was pleased to see that he didn't take any points away from the house. I took the seat on the wooden bench at they end of the row and ignored Harry and Ron's questioning looks the whole class period by taking notes intently. I had told them about the dreams, but when they inquired about them I always brushed them away by making a comment like, "Oh haven't had one lately," because they would insist that I go to Dumbledore.
The class period ended too soon for my liking and I quickly packed up my things and made a mad dash for the door. I really didn't want to face Harry and Ron and all their interrogating. But instead of my two best friends stopping me, Malfoy did.
"So Granger," he said it as if I were trash and anger skimmed throughout my body, " decide you could skip classes then come when the teacher adores you? Think you are better then all us, Mudblood?" Crabb and Goyle stood on either side of him, trying to look menacing, but all I could do was sneer.
"Oh, is this a way of inviting me into your little club? Am I going to become a Death Eater wanna be too? You've always been my role model you know, Malfoy!" I said in a taunting voice. He growled at me and I laughed. "No, Malfoy, I don't hold myself higher than others like you," I said coldly and began to walk past him. But he latched onto my arm and pulled me close to him, I was aware of everyone watching us and the little scene we had created.
"I would watch yourself if I was you, Granger, because I'll be watching," he whispered into my ear, then his tongue ran over the bottom of it. I leapt away from him in disgust and slapped him.
"Don't you ever do that again Draco Malfoy, I already have enough problems and I don't want to add you to the list!" he looked shocked that I would lash out like that and I smirked.
"What? Have I shocked you? Quite little me, is that what you think? Well take heed from my warning, don't come near me!" my eyes were meer slits that ran over him from head to toe and I sneered and pushed him out of the way, stalking out of the door.
When I got down the hall I leaned against the wall and began to laugh. That had been totally out of character, and was I ever surprised at myself. I would have flushed red usually and ran from the room in shame as I had a few times in the past when I had had encounters with Malfoy Jr. After I composed myself I quickly deposited my books in my transfiguration classroom and walked to the Great Hall. The doors were open and most people were talking and laughing; waiting for lunch to begin and I took my place next to Harry who had an angry scowl on his face.
"What?" I asked incredulously.
"Where were you this morning, and what was the whole thing with Malfoy?" he exclaimed and I snorted at his forwardness and gave him a sassy smile.
"Were you worried?"
"Of course we were." Ron said calmly as he played with his fork, "When you don't show up to class we think something is wrong, you are the bookworm of us three and I mean you never miss class."
"I slept in this morning," I stated simply, and they both looked at me with bugged out eyes.
"What?" I asked a second time. Did they really find me that predictable?
"You slept in?" Ron asked in disbelief.
"Yes, Ron," I said dryly and rolled my eyes. Great, I was just a boring person in their eyes.
"I am human after all," they both snorted at my comment and suddenly I wasn't as hungry as I had thought. I pushed my plate away and stood up.
"I am going to the library." Then I walked away, their eyes burning in my back, but I was unaware of someone else watching me from the high table as well.
* * * * *
I arrived slightly early for transfiguration, and decided to begin my history of magic homework on the goblin rebellion that I had pushed aside the night before. Wasn't that so unlike me?
A few minutes later Ron and Harry, trailed by a few Ravenclaws, entered the room. Each took a seat on either side of me looking stern.
"You can't just take off on us like that when you don't want to talk," Harry muttered into my ear.
"Oh yes I can," I remarked as I dipped my quill into my ink. Then began to scribble my essay.
"Is that your history of magic homework?" Ron asked skeptically, and I sighed, giving him a miffed look.
"Yes, now shut up and let me work!" I snapped. Ron's eyes grew big as did mine. I never spoke to either Harry or Ron in that tone of voice because it was too much like Malfoy's.
I sighed and averted my eyes away from his.
"Sorry, Ron, I don't know what is with me."
"More dreams," Harry said, his brow furrowed.
"NO…" I said sternly but then asked myself why I was lying. These were my best friends and they only wanted the best for me.
"Yes," I answered quietly as Professor McGonagall walked into the classroom.
"We'll talk about this later then," Harry said, rubbing my back and I inwardly flinched. I focused my attention to McGonagall and tried to ignore all my problems.
# # # # #
When history of magic was over Professor Binns called me to his desk as the class cleared out. He had never done this before, and I was slightly worried.
"Miss Granger," he paused for a long while and I began to think he was asleep, "I am gravely disappointed in you. This is the first time in all these seven years that I have seen you fail on anything," he slowly pushed my essay toward me and my stomach dropped. Oh this sucked. I could feel my lips quiver and I sucked in a breath of air.
"I'm…I'm sorry Sir, it shan't happen…shan't happen again ," I stuttered. I bit my lip and backed away.
"Please try harder Miss Granger in the future." I turned and bolted out the room, luckily my next period was a free period and right then and there I decided I wasn't going to go to dinner.
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I know this chapter sucked, but I am just getting back in writing mode. I go through these little swings where I change from reading mode to writing. The next chapter promises to be a little better and by the 4th we'll have this girl closer to Snape, I promise.
Love ya'll bunches
~Willow
Review please, I need some suggestions and help, and just some encouragement.
~Willow
Hermione's POV- The Seer- Chapter 2: Beginning of Depression
I slowly walked down the front hall steps, my books clasped to my chest. I was late for charms, and I really didn't care. Me, Hermione Granger, I didn't care! This just wasn't the way to start off my week. Charms was my third class of the day, and I had skipped all of the ones before it. I knew Harry and Ron would be worried, thinking the death eaters had whisked me away to serve Voldemort or something like that. I reached the ground floor and walked lazily across the large room and took a direct left into a well-lit hallway then turned right. Another dream had plagued me last night, and it was the third for the week. I hadn't gone back to Dumbledore because I didn't think it was needed. Other than they were ghastly dreams, they hadn't come true. It was just… so many people were killed, and I was unfortunate enough to get to witness it in detail.
As I approached the end of the hallway I could hear the indecisive murmuring of Professor Flitwick and the response from someone. The messy bun I had put my hair in was draping around my face and I tucked the many strands behind my ear. I pressed my hand against the door and it creaked loudly open.
I cringed as every head, including Slytherin, in the room turned towards me and Professor Flitwick said, "Hermione, so nice of you to join the class today, please sit down," he called to me in a cheerful voice. He was the only teacher who called me by the first name, and I was pleased to see that he didn't take any points away from the house. I took the seat on the wooden bench at they end of the row and ignored Harry and Ron's questioning looks the whole class period by taking notes intently. I had told them about the dreams, but when they inquired about them I always brushed them away by making a comment like, "Oh haven't had one lately," because they would insist that I go to Dumbledore.
The class period ended too soon for my liking and I quickly packed up my things and made a mad dash for the door. I really didn't want to face Harry and Ron and all their interrogating. But instead of my two best friends stopping me, Malfoy did.
"So Granger," he said it as if I were trash and anger skimmed throughout my body, " decide you could skip classes then come when the teacher adores you? Think you are better then all us, Mudblood?" Crabb and Goyle stood on either side of him, trying to look menacing, but all I could do was sneer.
"Oh, is this a way of inviting me into your little club? Am I going to become a Death Eater wanna be too? You've always been my role model you know, Malfoy!" I said in a taunting voice. He growled at me and I laughed. "No, Malfoy, I don't hold myself higher than others like you," I said coldly and began to walk past him. But he latched onto my arm and pulled me close to him, I was aware of everyone watching us and the little scene we had created.
"I would watch yourself if I was you, Granger, because I'll be watching," he whispered into my ear, then his tongue ran over the bottom of it. I leapt away from him in disgust and slapped him.
"Don't you ever do that again Draco Malfoy, I already have enough problems and I don't want to add you to the list!" he looked shocked that I would lash out like that and I smirked.
"What? Have I shocked you? Quite little me, is that what you think? Well take heed from my warning, don't come near me!" my eyes were meer slits that ran over him from head to toe and I sneered and pushed him out of the way, stalking out of the door.
When I got down the hall I leaned against the wall and began to laugh. That had been totally out of character, and was I ever surprised at myself. I would have flushed red usually and ran from the room in shame as I had a few times in the past when I had had encounters with Malfoy Jr. After I composed myself I quickly deposited my books in my transfiguration classroom and walked to the Great Hall. The doors were open and most people were talking and laughing; waiting for lunch to begin and I took my place next to Harry who had an angry scowl on his face.
"What?" I asked incredulously.
"Where were you this morning, and what was the whole thing with Malfoy?" he exclaimed and I snorted at his forwardness and gave him a sassy smile.
"Were you worried?"
"Of course we were." Ron said calmly as he played with his fork, "When you don't show up to class we think something is wrong, you are the bookworm of us three and I mean you never miss class."
"I slept in this morning," I stated simply, and they both looked at me with bugged out eyes.
"What?" I asked a second time. Did they really find me that predictable?
"You slept in?" Ron asked in disbelief.
"Yes, Ron," I said dryly and rolled my eyes. Great, I was just a boring person in their eyes.
"I am human after all," they both snorted at my comment and suddenly I wasn't as hungry as I had thought. I pushed my plate away and stood up.
"I am going to the library." Then I walked away, their eyes burning in my back, but I was unaware of someone else watching me from the high table as well.
* * * * *
I arrived slightly early for transfiguration, and decided to begin my history of magic homework on the goblin rebellion that I had pushed aside the night before. Wasn't that so unlike me?
A few minutes later Ron and Harry, trailed by a few Ravenclaws, entered the room. Each took a seat on either side of me looking stern.
"You can't just take off on us like that when you don't want to talk," Harry muttered into my ear.
"Oh yes I can," I remarked as I dipped my quill into my ink. Then began to scribble my essay.
"Is that your history of magic homework?" Ron asked skeptically, and I sighed, giving him a miffed look.
"Yes, now shut up and let me work!" I snapped. Ron's eyes grew big as did mine. I never spoke to either Harry or Ron in that tone of voice because it was too much like Malfoy's.
I sighed and averted my eyes away from his.
"Sorry, Ron, I don't know what is with me."
"More dreams," Harry said, his brow furrowed.
"NO…" I said sternly but then asked myself why I was lying. These were my best friends and they only wanted the best for me.
"Yes," I answered quietly as Professor McGonagall walked into the classroom.
"We'll talk about this later then," Harry said, rubbing my back and I inwardly flinched. I focused my attention to McGonagall and tried to ignore all my problems.
# # # # #
When history of magic was over Professor Binns called me to his desk as the class cleared out. He had never done this before, and I was slightly worried.
"Miss Granger," he paused for a long while and I began to think he was asleep, "I am gravely disappointed in you. This is the first time in all these seven years that I have seen you fail on anything," he slowly pushed my essay toward me and my stomach dropped. Oh this sucked. I could feel my lips quiver and I sucked in a breath of air.
"I'm…I'm sorry Sir, it shan't happen…shan't happen again ," I stuttered. I bit my lip and backed away.
"Please try harder Miss Granger in the future." I turned and bolted out the room, luckily my next period was a free period and right then and there I decided I wasn't going to go to dinner.
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I know this chapter sucked, but I am just getting back in writing mode. I go through these little swings where I change from reading mode to writing. The next chapter promises to be a little better and by the 4th we'll have this girl closer to Snape, I promise.
Love ya'll bunches
~Willow
Review please, I need some suggestions and help, and just some encouragement.