Sorry my chapters have been so short. I was really waiting for inspiration
to hit me. I think it finally has. Please review or I may choose to not
go on with this fic!!!
The great hall was silent except for the cheers as the sorting hat placed the first years into their fate.
"Anya Castlebrook" Professor McGonigal called out.
The hat took a moment pondering, before shouting "Gryffendor!"
Finally it was time for the last boy. " Matthew Goyle" McGonigal called out.
The hat had no problem deducting that like his older brother, this Goyle would be a Slytherin.
Dumbledore stood, and with a great smile, said, "let the feast begin"
"I didn't know that Goyle had a brother" Hermione said as Ron and Harry were stuffing their faces. "It's a pity," Harry said without bothering to swallow. " You would think social Darwinism would have kicked in and wiped that family out" "Social what?" said Ron, who was the only of the three raised in the wizarding world. "Nevermind"
Hermione looked over at the new first year, Gryffendor, Anya. She was sitting alone at the end of the table, not talking to anyone. She made a mental note to herself to talk to her later on. She knew what it was like to feel outcast. Draco Malfoy always had a way with that. He had been calling her a mudblood for as long as she could remember. She looked across to the Slytherin table. Malfoy was there, with his goons, Crabbe and Goyle. Pansy Parkinson was looking at him admirably. Hermione lost her appetite fast after seeing that. She had no clue how someone so arrogant, mean, and selfish could be worshiped. She looked Malfoy up and down. She had to admit, he had a nice body. His porcelain skin, cornflower hair, and piercing blue eyes were enthralling. Charming, even.
"Mione? Mione, snap out of it love" said Ron shaking her.
"Huh?"
"You were staring at Malfoy. It bothered me.
Harry, sensed a lovers quarrel, and decided that it was time to strike up a conversation.
The rest of the feast was spent in silence for the three friends. They returned to the common room of Gryffendor tower, where Harry decided that it was time to figure out what brought Hermione to Ron. He couldn't help but be a little jealous. Hermione had become a great beauty that summer. He hadn't got to see either of them, because of Dumbledore's orders that he remain with the Dursleys.
"So, how did you two decide you had to be together" Harry said trying to sound unaffected. Hermione smiled as she remembered the day in vivid detail.
"Percy's Wedding" She said with a hint of a smile
The great hall was silent except for the cheers as the sorting hat placed the first years into their fate.
"Anya Castlebrook" Professor McGonigal called out.
The hat took a moment pondering, before shouting "Gryffendor!"
Finally it was time for the last boy. " Matthew Goyle" McGonigal called out.
The hat had no problem deducting that like his older brother, this Goyle would be a Slytherin.
Dumbledore stood, and with a great smile, said, "let the feast begin"
"I didn't know that Goyle had a brother" Hermione said as Ron and Harry were stuffing their faces. "It's a pity," Harry said without bothering to swallow. " You would think social Darwinism would have kicked in and wiped that family out" "Social what?" said Ron, who was the only of the three raised in the wizarding world. "Nevermind"
Hermione looked over at the new first year, Gryffendor, Anya. She was sitting alone at the end of the table, not talking to anyone. She made a mental note to herself to talk to her later on. She knew what it was like to feel outcast. Draco Malfoy always had a way with that. He had been calling her a mudblood for as long as she could remember. She looked across to the Slytherin table. Malfoy was there, with his goons, Crabbe and Goyle. Pansy Parkinson was looking at him admirably. Hermione lost her appetite fast after seeing that. She had no clue how someone so arrogant, mean, and selfish could be worshiped. She looked Malfoy up and down. She had to admit, he had a nice body. His porcelain skin, cornflower hair, and piercing blue eyes were enthralling. Charming, even.
"Mione? Mione, snap out of it love" said Ron shaking her.
"Huh?"
"You were staring at Malfoy. It bothered me.
Harry, sensed a lovers quarrel, and decided that it was time to strike up a conversation.
The rest of the feast was spent in silence for the three friends. They returned to the common room of Gryffendor tower, where Harry decided that it was time to figure out what brought Hermione to Ron. He couldn't help but be a little jealous. Hermione had become a great beauty that summer. He hadn't got to see either of them, because of Dumbledore's orders that he remain with the Dursleys.
"So, how did you two decide you had to be together" Harry said trying to sound unaffected. Hermione smiled as she remembered the day in vivid detail.
"Percy's Wedding" She said with a hint of a smile