Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione Granger, Professor McGonagall, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter and the basics of Rowling's ideas. I own the story contents eg. my own ideas. I do own the character that does appear in this chapter *Bethany*
A/N: Hey, I have been having trouble with Fanfiction lately so please wait for the next chapters to come up! Please enjoy my story ;)! If you read any of my story would you please review so I know what you thought of it. I'm sorry if the grammar and spelling is not up to your standard but i do always spell check either on the computer or my mother does it. THANKYOU! :)
~~~~~~*****~~~~~Neglection~~~~~*****~~~~~
For over a month Hermione had not received a letter or any sign of her admirer. She didn't feel the same any more in some way the 'admirer' made her feel...special?!
She was so confused with it all she one nearly neglected her homework not to mention her friends She had told no one of the admirer not even Ron or Harry.
Now being in her 7th year at Hogwarts School Of With Craft And Wizardry she had learnt that this sort of thing was *as they say* 'girls talk.' Hermione had never developed a real friendship with any girls at Hogwarts. She had to admit she did miss sharing 'girly' secrets with someone else.
She missed her friend Bethany so much she could cry. Bethany had been Hermione's best friend since their first day of *as they say* 'Little School.' Bethany had been crying from missing her mummy when Hermione comforted her, ever since they have been attached. When Hermione had to leave for Hogwarts she did not know what to tell her darling friend. She wanted to tell the truth but when she looked in 'muggle protection' by Gary McLag she found out for the safety of the magical community it was unsafe to tell any muggle that you were a witch/wizard that did not belong to your own family. Hermione's mum came up with a story that she was living with her Granddad in Scotland so that she could get a good education. (A/n making this up hehe shhh!) She said that if Bethany wanted to write she could give the letters to Hermione's mum and she would make sure they got to her. She had never written.
"MISS GRANGER! Please, would you care to listen?" Professor McGonagall pulled her from her thoughts.
"Sorry Professor," Hermione blushed frantically.
"As I was saying, when you are transforming one being into another being you must always know what you are doing. Many things have gone wrong in transformation history. Some people only transform half of them self and it is really hard to get back to one thing or another. For example................"
The bell rang just in time. Hermione could feel her self getting up tight. She was neglecting everything at the moment and it wasn't good. Everyone started packing up their things and walking out chattering about how funny it would be if someone was to things put together for the rest of its life. Hermione headed for the door.
"Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall said in an undertone making her halt "A word if you don't mind!"
Hermione turned around to face Professor McGonagall's desk. McGonagall sat behind it on her chair.
"Please, do sit down," She pointed her finger at a chair behind Hermione.
"Thanks," She sat down as she was told.
"Miss Granger I wanted to have a word with you. Lately, I don't know if you have noticed, you have been very vague and neglecting you school work. This i should think you would already know is a very important year as your N.E.W.T's are coming up in a couple of months." McGonagall said. "Is there anything I need to know?"
"No miss," Hermione did not feel at all like telling Professor McGonagall about the 'admirer.'
"Well do you understand that you must get your act together?" McGonagall asked "This year will effect your whole life! You are one of the best students in your year group and i know you can be the best."
"I understand," She raised her head to make eye contact with the Professor that had taught her many years. She had grey hair always tightly up in a bun, a green pointed hat and green robes that she almost always wore. She was a nice but stern lady and Hermione had always favoured her as her favourite teacher at Hogwarts.
"O.K then i hope to see you in better form next time then," Professor stood up to show her out.
"Yeah sounds good," Hermione muttered an agreement as she exited the classroom.
She headed to the Great Hall, the corridors were empty because dinner started 10 minutes ago. As she turned around a corner she bumped into no other than Draco and co. She smacked into Draco hard and was rubbing her shoulder to soothe the pain.
"Sorry," Malfoy mumbled. Hermione was shocked, Draco Malfoy said sorry to 'her' a useless mudblood in 'his' opinion.
"Thats O.K," She stuttered, he BLUSHED!!!!
She rushed of before the it went where she thought it was going. After dinner she went straight to her dormitory where she found yet again another note-
DO YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS TOMORROW?
She thought hard "Tomorrow, tomorrow? 14th February?" and then (eventually) it clicked "Valentine's Day!" She whispered with excitement. She got into bed because she couldn't wait for tomorrow to come. She was too excited to sleep, she tossed and turned all night long. At 2:18am she came down with an awful case of butterflies in her stomach. At 6:06am she decided to just get up.
A/N: Hey, I have been having trouble with Fanfiction lately so please wait for the next chapters to come up! Please enjoy my story ;)! If you read any of my story would you please review so I know what you thought of it. I'm sorry if the grammar and spelling is not up to your standard but i do always spell check either on the computer or my mother does it. THANKYOU! :)
~~~~~~*****~~~~~Neglection~~~~~*****~~~~~
For over a month Hermione had not received a letter or any sign of her admirer. She didn't feel the same any more in some way the 'admirer' made her feel...special?!
She was so confused with it all she one nearly neglected her homework not to mention her friends She had told no one of the admirer not even Ron or Harry.
Now being in her 7th year at Hogwarts School Of With Craft And Wizardry she had learnt that this sort of thing was *as they say* 'girls talk.' Hermione had never developed a real friendship with any girls at Hogwarts. She had to admit she did miss sharing 'girly' secrets with someone else.
She missed her friend Bethany so much she could cry. Bethany had been Hermione's best friend since their first day of *as they say* 'Little School.' Bethany had been crying from missing her mummy when Hermione comforted her, ever since they have been attached. When Hermione had to leave for Hogwarts she did not know what to tell her darling friend. She wanted to tell the truth but when she looked in 'muggle protection' by Gary McLag she found out for the safety of the magical community it was unsafe to tell any muggle that you were a witch/wizard that did not belong to your own family. Hermione's mum came up with a story that she was living with her Granddad in Scotland so that she could get a good education. (A/n making this up hehe shhh!) She said that if Bethany wanted to write she could give the letters to Hermione's mum and she would make sure they got to her. She had never written.
"MISS GRANGER! Please, would you care to listen?" Professor McGonagall pulled her from her thoughts.
"Sorry Professor," Hermione blushed frantically.
"As I was saying, when you are transforming one being into another being you must always know what you are doing. Many things have gone wrong in transformation history. Some people only transform half of them self and it is really hard to get back to one thing or another. For example................"
The bell rang just in time. Hermione could feel her self getting up tight. She was neglecting everything at the moment and it wasn't good. Everyone started packing up their things and walking out chattering about how funny it would be if someone was to things put together for the rest of its life. Hermione headed for the door.
"Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall said in an undertone making her halt "A word if you don't mind!"
Hermione turned around to face Professor McGonagall's desk. McGonagall sat behind it on her chair.
"Please, do sit down," She pointed her finger at a chair behind Hermione.
"Thanks," She sat down as she was told.
"Miss Granger I wanted to have a word with you. Lately, I don't know if you have noticed, you have been very vague and neglecting you school work. This i should think you would already know is a very important year as your N.E.W.T's are coming up in a couple of months." McGonagall said. "Is there anything I need to know?"
"No miss," Hermione did not feel at all like telling Professor McGonagall about the 'admirer.'
"Well do you understand that you must get your act together?" McGonagall asked "This year will effect your whole life! You are one of the best students in your year group and i know you can be the best."
"I understand," She raised her head to make eye contact with the Professor that had taught her many years. She had grey hair always tightly up in a bun, a green pointed hat and green robes that she almost always wore. She was a nice but stern lady and Hermione had always favoured her as her favourite teacher at Hogwarts.
"O.K then i hope to see you in better form next time then," Professor stood up to show her out.
"Yeah sounds good," Hermione muttered an agreement as she exited the classroom.
She headed to the Great Hall, the corridors were empty because dinner started 10 minutes ago. As she turned around a corner she bumped into no other than Draco and co. She smacked into Draco hard and was rubbing her shoulder to soothe the pain.
"Sorry," Malfoy mumbled. Hermione was shocked, Draco Malfoy said sorry to 'her' a useless mudblood in 'his' opinion.
"Thats O.K," She stuttered, he BLUSHED!!!!
She rushed of before the it went where she thought it was going. After dinner she went straight to her dormitory where she found yet again another note-
DO YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS TOMORROW?
She thought hard "Tomorrow, tomorrow? 14th February?" and then (eventually) it clicked "Valentine's Day!" She whispered with excitement. She got into bed because she couldn't wait for tomorrow to come. She was too excited to sleep, she tossed and turned all night long. At 2:18am she came down with an awful case of butterflies in her stomach. At 6:06am she decided to just get up.