Out of My League

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The New Girl

Rules are made for breakin

Nothin ventured, nothin gained.

I'll be no worse off than I am right now,

And I might never get the chance again.

Tried too fight it but it cannot be denied,

Told my heart I didn't want you but I lied.

Now I'm gonna confess that I love you,

I've been keeping it inside feelin I could die.

Now if you turn away baby that's okay,

At least we'll have a moment before,

You say goodbye.

`Cos you cant lose what you never had.

Ron and Harry walked into the great hall and noticed the sorting hat had been put in front of the tables for the new girl. Dumbledore stood and a great silence filled the hall. The silence was suffocating as everyone awaited the arrival of the new student.

"Now students the sorting ceremony will be along in a few moments. I would just like to ask you to treat this new girl the way you would treat any new first year. I also ask that all fifth year students help Hermione throughout the school day and make her feel welcome in all four houses. Now if Hermione would like to enter we can begin." Dumbledore finished and sat down. A mummer rose throughout the great hall, as everyone tried to get a glimpse of the new girl. Snippets of conversation could be heard. "Yeah her mums rich." "Top make up artist. Really beautiful." Meanwhile the girl walked slowly up to the front of the hall she was surrounded by thousands of people she didn't know. She was really apprehensive; she lowered her head and made sure that her cloak revealed nothing of her face. She did this in an effort to calm her nerves. Eventually she reached the sorting hat. She carefully picked up the hat with shaking hands and placed it on top of her head.

"Ahh," the hat spoke, making the timid girl jump, "Ahh well lets see. A great mind, filled with beauty. Ahh but what's this a heart full of courage when you come face to face with danger. Yes a heart of courage. Where too put you? I know. GRYFFINDOR." The hat shouted and the whole crowd within the great hall erupted into claps and whistles. Hermione gingerly took of the hat placed it on the stool turned too face the crowd and lowered her hood. An audible gasp ran through the crowd. People stood on the seats too get a better look at the dark beauty. Hermione had straight black passed the shoulder length hair. Her beautiful blue eyes that seemed too search all the boys' souls. Her lips were red and full and her make up perfectly applied. There was only one word to describe her. Beautiful. The embodiment of beautiful. She herself didn't find herself beautiful, gorgeous or even pretty. She thought herself the ugliest wicked looking child in the world. She had once said the same thing too her mother, but her mother tried too make her see herself as other saw her but she couldn't. Her so-called beauty had corrupted her. The men that fell for this dark beauty had taken her soul ripped it apart and then once it had been used gave it back. That was years ago since that she had tried to get on with her life, but never really trusting people. There was always that shimmer of doubt in the back of her mind, not quite tangible but always there. But she was here to start a fresh new life for herself. She smiled and made her way to the gryffindor table. All the boys' eyes followed her as she took her seat. A lot of obviously envious girls glared at her. The same question was on everyone's lips what danger had the sorting hat meant?



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