Ok, after a long writers block I come to you with part 5! I have a spell check now, so lets rejoice! Anyway, this chapter was just a filler pretty much, but it kind of hints towards later events I say nothing more. Oh! Except I plan to make this story longer then originally intended.. part 6 out possibly later today. It depends on how long I can use my dad's computer (he has spell check!) Also, I will be spell checking the earlier chapters so that the grammar is better rejoice!
Lauren
Hermione had heard correctly. The transfiguration teacher was a total jerk. He snapped at all the students even though it was their first day. He took particular interest in Hermione, bombarding her with questions on her personal knowledge of the subject.
At the end of the class, Hermione gathered her books in one arm and headed toward the door where she was stopped by Steve, just as expected.
"Hey Hermione! Would you uh.. like to go out for coffee sometime? Or if you don't like coffee dinner?"
Hermione just stared at him as if the boy were insane. As tempting as the offer seemed, she didn't want to offend Lizzy. She heard from Kate that when Lizzy got really angry she'd snap and turn into a vengeful psychopath. Hermione didn't feel much like seeing that, so she declined the offer. But Steve didn't seem too upset anyway.
"Just one question though." Hermione said, being her inquisitive self. "How would you be able to go out to dinner. We are at a boarding school correct?"
"At Hogwarts don't they give you guys any freedom?"
"What do you mean?"
Steve sighed, and plopped onto the top of the closest desk, only making sure first that the Professor was no where in sight. "On the weekends we are allowed to go to the village. It's mostly muggle but the administration trusts us to not cause any problems because most of the students are muggle born. There is a wizarding market down there though. That's where most of us hang out."
"We have something like that at Hogwarts. A couple times a year we are allowed to go to Hogsmeade"
Steve looked at his wristwatch, and jumped of the desk. "I have to get going, Charms class you know?" He was half way out the door before he noted, "If you ever change your mind I'm always free."
Hermione nodded, and as he left, rolled her eyes. How come boys at Hogwarts weren't so strait forward?
She looked down at her schedule for the week, noting to herself that this school had a much different method of scheduling classes then Hogwarts. She had almost an hour before her next class, so the girl decided to take advantage of the time and finish writing a letter she had started for her parents.
But as Hermione entered the dorm room, she noticed a small brown owl collapsed on her unmade bed. As she neared the creature she recognized it as Pig, who was completely exhausted after his very long flight over the ocean. Hermione wondered why Ron didn't send the letter using one of the stronger birds in the Hogwarts Owlry, but that was explained soon enough in the letter attached to the poor birds' feet.
Hermione,
I just had to write to you this morning at breakfast, Harry too.
She noticed a second sheet of Parchment behind the first, which was addressed to Harry.
If Pig gets to you first, please give Harry his letter, I'm quite sure he'd be amused to read it. Tell my owl that I'm sorry I made him fly so far, but all the Hogwarts birds were taken, I guess quite a few people are writing home today.
Yesterday wasn't particularly interesting, as you probably know by my previous letter. But early this morning was quite another thing. We had potion first of all things, and Snape is just as slimy and wretched as he ever was Although I think his hair now has a touch of gray, along with quite a bit more grease. Anyway, he made a couple crude comments about you and Harry, as expected, and then announced our first class assignment. We were to make Amimalus potions, you know what those are already no doubt.
A grin fell across Hermione's face. Of course she knew what that was. It was a very unique brew that gave the drinker a body part of a chosen animal. Such as cat ears, or perhaps a tail.
I was afraid the git would pair me up with Malfoy as a cruel joke, but instead he let everyone work alone. Poor Neville he looked so lost. Hermione that boy is never going to make it without your help, I hope you know that.
Hermione sighed and remembered the countless times she had helped Neville Longbottom with his potions, although many of those times she had been caught and punished by Snape.
Anyway, we were to make potions that gave you donkey ears. It was quite easy to make, just a few herbs and some hair from a donkeys' ear. Snape made us all drink the potions, and half the class sported long gray ears. It was quite a sight well that is until Draco consumed his potion. The scumball was so busy annoying me about your absence during Snape's instruction, that instead of adding a pinch of hair, he added what had to be half a cup! So instead of growing a pair of ears, he turned into one! Just image a donkey ear almost two meter long with eyes and a mouth that was frozen in shock. The entire class burst out laughing! Dean was smart enough to bring a camera and get several snapshots, which I'll be sure to include in my next letter. I always knew Malfoy was a jackass I guess know we have the proof.
I so wish you were here to see it, it was great fun. I really miss you Hermione, this year just isn't going to be the same.
Until next time,
Ron.
As Hermione read the part about Draco's mishap, her eyes began to water and soon she burst out in a very uncharacteristic laughter. Oh how she wished she could have been there to see it! She was so busy imagining Draco as a donkey ear that she didn't hear the door open behind her.
"What's so funny?" Michelle asked, shuffling her way into the room with a pile of books that made Hermione's normal load look minute. She dropped them onto the Feather bed, making the mattress sink with the enormous weight. Hermione wondered at first how a girl of Michelle's petit size could carry that much, but instead she explained her rather humorous letter. Michelle didn't even know who Draco Malfoy was but she found herself laughing as well. "Who is this Ron fellow? I've heard you mention him before." Michelle asked after the laughter of the two had subsided.
"He's a good friend of Harry and me. We've been pals ever since first year and Ron wasn't too excited when he found out we would be leaving him. Poor kid."
"So does he like you or something? I mean like as more then a friend."
"Of course not! Where would you get that idea?"
Michelle blushed. "Well, he had written to you twice in twelve hours and he says he really misses you."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You girls here look far to much into things. We're just friends and nothing else. And of course he'd miss me and Harry! We're his two best friends in the whole world."
Michelle shifted uncomfortably, apologizing. Just then there was a knock on the door, followed by Harry's voice. "Hermione, we have to get going! Defense class remember?" Hermione just to her feet, saying goodbye to Michelle, and making sure She brought Harry's letter with her.
To be continued