I was going to post this part yesterday night

I was going to post this part yesterday night... but I ended up re-writing it three times. I just could not get it to sound right... Anyway, here is what I deceided to use. Its not one of my better parts in my opinion, but I have some greater things to come! I promise!

Lauren

Hermione's 15th Birthday fell on a weekend that particular year, and the rest of the girls deceided to treat their Hogwarts guest to a night in the village. Hermione Granger, being her old self of course, didn't not accept at first, claiming she needed time for her studies. But Heather was determined to make her come, and soon enough, she had persuded their new friend to drop her studies for just one night, and come along with them.

She had been to Salem Village before, four times in fact, on the previous weekends. It's size and population was far bigger then Hogsmeade, but a majority of that was of muggle communities. To enter the Wizarding part of town, they needed to go through a most peculiar passageway... the out of order toilet at the Chunky Chicken restaurant.

It must of been quite strange for the muggle patrons to see so many school aged children go through those doors nad never return, but the restaurant was owned by a jolly old wizard who was quickly able to erase their memories of any odd occurences.

Once in the village, Hermione was dragged by the arm to each and everystore. the girls bought her candies and trinkets and all sorts of little gadjets that she knew she would never need. "Oh well," Hermione said to herself, "perhaps and can send some of this home to Ron..."

Before she was alowed to stand and ponder her weighted down pockets much longer, Kate had grabbed her wrist and informed her of their next stop. "We're goin to see a movie!" She said joyfully. "Come on though, we're going to be late!" Kate continued to Drag Hermione down the street towards the rest of the group. "Have you ever seen a 'Magical' Movie? Oh they're just fantastic!"

"No, I'm sorry to say I haven't." Hermione replied, rubbing her sore wrist.

"Well!" Lizzy Exclaimed, "This is a good one! It's a horror movie and very scary!"

"I'm not exactely into Horror movies..." But Hermione trailed off realizing that no one was listening to her. Michelle gave her her ticket and they entered the darkness of the theatre. They were quickly dismayed however, to discover all the first floor seat were taken.

From up above they heard a familiar voice shout. It was Steve Shepherd, and he informed the girls that they had a couple empty seats up in the balconey if they would like them.

Everyone agreed on it except Lizzy, who was terrably afraid of heights. They moved up the stairs, everyone but Hermione, who had to use the toilet. But secretly she just wanted to get rid of the girls for a few minutes... her poor wrist was throbbing, and her head was spinning with all their nonstop gossipy chatter. Being around them made her feel like she was surrounded by a flock of gulls.

To her luck she ran into Harry in the theatre lobby. He was buying a popcorn large enough to feed half of the gryffindor house, and a soda of equal size.

"Hungry?" She asked with a grin.

"Starving." Was Harry's response. "I've been walking around all day, and I haven't had a thing to eat. So how was your day?"

"Painful, monotonous and unexciting. Having fun just isn't the same when you and Ron aren't there."

"I know what you mean. The highlight of my day was when the other boys sat in the Quidditch supply shop staring at and old Firebolt for over an hour... When I told them I had one packed in my trunk they nearly passed out!"

Hermione laughed. "Speaking of your Firebolt... Don't they play quidditch here?"

"I overheard Jason and Chris discussing the tryouts a few days ago. They're going to be held next week." Hermione could tell her friend wanted to try for the house team, and she knew he'd make it too. They Went up to their seats in the balconey, and Harry took his on the very end, and Hermione sat next to him.

Harry offered her some popcorn, which she happily accepted as the previews began to show. Hermione looked over to her far left and saw Lizzy trebling in her seat, fearfully looking at the balcony rail just inches in front of her. Either that, or the poor girl was nervous of who was seated next to her.

Hermione rolled her eyes, she did not understand Lizzy at all. Steve already knew about her adoring affections, so what did she have to be so afraid of?

The movie started, and though Hermione wasn't very fond of this type of film, she watched intently. Although it had an all wizard cast, it seemed like any muggle movie... though she deceided that most of the stunts and special effects must have been real. She cringed through the bloody scenes, resenting that she had even consented to see this movie... it was her birthday afterall.

When a young blonde witch on screen lost her head, Hermione jumped in her seat and grabbed Harry's hand that was firmly planted on the armrest to the right of her. When she realized what she had done, she pulled her hand away, blushing as red as the blood on screen.

Feeling quite embarassed of her recent action, she turned back and saw Lizzy, who now looked much more relaxed in her seat, and then down to the other girls who were all giggling for some unknown reason.

Looking over at the other girls, Lizzy in particular, Hermione couldn't help but think she might like Harry as more then a friend. The two had been close for years, and she cared about him veyr much... but she never thought it to be in that type of way.

When the film was over, Hermione expressed her wanting to return back to the dorms. Almost everyone felt the same way and they returned.

Hermione advanced then to her room alone, while the others remained down stairs.She ignored the pile of gifts laying at the foot of her bed, and layed down across her warm quilt were Crookshank soon hopped over to rest beside her.

~*~

The next day Hermione wasn't given a chance to think about her possable affections for one of her closest friends. She woke up late, finding the dorm room completely empty. This was strange because Hermione never before had a tendency of sleeping in.

Hermione was forced to run down the stairs as swiftly as her feet could carry her in order to make it to Transfiguration. She knew the professor would be very displeased with her if she were even a fw seconds late so she had no time to spare.

Not even taking time to catch her breath, Hermione entered the classroom to find the teacher she had expected, but a pretty blonde witch in a turquoise robe.

"Professor Stengle has taken ill today, so I will be your substitute." Explained she. "I have looked over his lesson plan and have deceided to make a slight change. Instead of changing these worms into necklaces, we will be working on how to transfigure yourself a costume for the Halloween festivities."

Hermione was unsure of what to think. At Hogwarts, their Halloween celebration consisted only of a great feast and some decorations. They never had any use for costumes.

"I wish for you all to take out three things, your wand, your quill and some parchment. I want all of you to now take the next few minutes to draw yourselves a simple outfit on one of the pieces of parchment. It need not be anything intricate, just a simple design."

Hermione did as instructed, eager to see where this project was going. But as her quil touched hte parchment a voice disrupted her.

"Are you alright?" It was Steve, Hermione recognized his voice without even having to look up. She hadn't noticed him sitting at her table when she walked in the classroom. She supposed it was because her mind was to worried about being late for class.

Hermione turned her head towards the red headed boy. "What do you mean." She responded in a low whisper so that the teacher would not get angry and scold her. "I'm perfectly fine, what would make you think otherwise?"

"You ran up to your room as soon as we got back last night, I was just wondering if there was anything wrong." Hermione shook her head and prepared to get back to her work before she was interrupted again. "Have you seen Harry around?" She shook her head once again, "Alright, well if you see him tell him Quidditch tryouts are tonight after dinner, and remind him that he promised I could try out his new broom."

Hermione was about to argue that the boom wasn't exactlly new but she deceided to keep her mouth shut and finish... or rather, start her drawing.

A few minutes later she had suceeded in sketching a very simple looking dress that went down past her knees. Hermione placed her quill into it's fountain and sat back in her chair, trying to see what Steve was working on next to her. Before she could get a peek, the teacher asked if everyone was nearly finished, and received a positive response.

"Alright then. When your Drawing is complete, place your non-wand hand onto the parchment. Now take up your wand and tap it to your wrist three times, while saying the phrase Fabricus Transmigrigum.'"

One by one, each of the students did as instructed, each saying the phrase and then being enveloped in a thick purple smoke. Hermione took a very deep breath and muttered the command until she took was engulfed in the violet cloud. When it faded, she found herself wearing the very same outfit she had doodled just minutes before. It was a pasting off white color, because the drawing itself had not been colored in. When hermione lifted her left hand from the paper, she noticed that her sketch was no longer present, but instead her school uniform, as if it had been shrunk and pasted to the parchment.

"In order to return to your original clothes, just repeat the spell, but only switch the two words around. I must warn you though, that this spell is often called the Cinderella spell, as your new outfit will disappear after seven hours. So you must be cautious, and keep careful track of the time while using this spell. If you go past the allowed time limit, you will... lets just say you'll be de-clothed."

There were a few people giggling from the back of the room, and Hermione couldn't beleive people of their age could be so immature. But as Hermione turned to grab her wand, she realized it wasn't the teachers comment that was causing the commotion. Steve had just emmerged from his purple cloud, wearing a parir of bunny pajamas (complete with tail and ears) and a large frilly tutu.

"So what do you think?" He asked her with a grin on his face that extended from ear to ear. Hermione blushed, and wished, reeally wished that she had a camera. It was then that she thought of Fred and george Weasley back at Hogwarts, and how they would most likely pull a prank like that.

When class was over, she had almost entirely forgotten about her thoughts about harry from the previous night. That is, until she bumped into him in the hallway on the way back to her room.

As they walked together, her mind raced. She couldn't deceide if she really had feelings for him or not. But if she did, she knew exactelly how Lizzy felt.

To be continued...