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Hermione groaned as someone shook her awake. "Go 'way," she said groggily.
"Hermione," said someone urgently. "You've got to get up. You have class in five minutes- with the Slytherins!!"
Hermione's eyes shot open. She would *not* show up to a class with her worst enemies, looking as though she had just rolled out of bed.
Ginny helped her gather her supplies as Hermione ran a brush through her hair while pulling on a sock. She tried to make herself look decent in the little time she had.
With not even a minute to spare, she was running top speed through the long corridors of Hogwarts. Ginny said that Harry and Ron had waited, but they had already left so that all three of them wouldn't be late.
She knew that there was no way she could make it to Hagrid's in time. She glanced at her watch as she skidded to slow down around a corner: 9:08. Yep, she knew she shouldn't have tried to eat that piece of toast! They'd already be halfway through class by the time she got there! Oh, why hadn't her alarm waken her up this morning?! She straightened herself out and kept running; only one floor to go!
She almost flew down the great marble stairs in the Entrance Hall. It seemed she had gained too much momentum because as she hit the slippery floor, she couldn't slow down and tumbled right into the person she last wanted to see that morning.
"Well lookie who decided to drop in," came the all too familiar sneer. "A little late, aren't we, Mudblood?"
'What could make this morning worse?' thought Hermione. She glared at the blond haired boy and the crowd of Slytherins. "You should talk."
"Maybe you're finally seeing it in the right light," said Malfoy with a malicious grin. "It is only that idiot Hagrid's class, after all."
Hermione felt her rage boiling inside of her. She was about to slap him for the second time in her life when a very angry voice at the top of the stairs stopped her.
"WHAT is going on here!?!"
Hermione's hand stopped inches from Malfoy's face. She slowly turned to face the wrathful Professor McGonagall. 'Well, this is definitely worse,' said her annoying conscious.
"You do REALIZE that you are nearly TEN MINUTES LATE for class?" Her voice was dangerously quiet.
Hermione gulped. "Yes'm," said Malfoy and the Slytherins with a sneer.
"You do REALIZE that you are not SUPPOSED to be LATE FOR CLASS!?" Her voice was rising an octave as she descended down the stairs.
"Yes'm," they said again.
"You do REALIZE that you will be PUNISHED for this!!" She was nearly screaming.
They all gulped. "Yes'm."
"Ten points from each house per person for being tardy!! That mean," she counted, "a total of 70 points from Slytherin. And Miss Granger, another 20 points from Gryffindor for the attempted attack on another student. I expected better from you."
Hermione hung her head shamefully. "And..."
McGonagall wasn't done yet. She must've been under a lot of other stress; Hermione knew she was strict, but she had never seen her like this before. "You will all be serving detention. You will receive the information tomorrow at breakfast. Now, if you stay here any longer I will make it a week of detentions! Get yourselves to class!!"
They all hurried out of the building.
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"So now you're stuck in detention with the *Slytherins*?" Harry asked incredulously.
Hermione sighed. "Yep." She poked another salted peanut at her nul. The chubby worm-like creature rolled over.
"I swear, these things are flobberworms in disguise!" said Ron in frustration, throwing down his bag. The peanuts scattered.
"For once, I'm inclined to agree with the Weasel," said a sneer to his right.
"Not now," muttered Hermione.
Malfoy couldn't just settle for being late; he also had to ruin Hagrid's lesson. He had barely attempted to feed his nul. It lay on his tray, untouched, a sickly greenish color and twisting oddly. Most of the Slytherins, who had decided to follow Malfoy's boycott, had nuls that looked similar.
"That oaf brings us all the way out here to try to tempt half-dead furry bugs with peanuts. What does he think we are? This is Care for Magical Creatures, not Care for Hagrid's Worms. And what happened to the 'Magic' aspect? That oaf has mutilated this course ever since he began teaching!"
"Sod off, Malfoy," said Harry dangerously. "If it's such a useless task then I'm sure you'll get full points. Besides, Hagrid said something special would happen if we cared for the nuls properly. But, pardon me, you wouldn't know that because you were too busy taking your bloody time to get your lazy arse out here!"
If looks could kill, Harry would be dead. Then again, so would Malfoy.
"Don't forget," spat Malfoy, "that your Mudblood friend was also 'too busy taking her bloody time to get her lazy arse out here'." He spat at Harry's feet, turned, and was gone.
Hermione's nul rolled over.
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Harry and Ron scrambled up the countless stairs to the North Tower. The trio had stayed a few minutes after class to help Hagrid put the nuls away. After this delay, *naturally* Divination was the next class! Harry panted for breath as he jogged up the steps, wondering again why he had even selected this class.
They came to the silver rope ladder just in time to see Neville's foot disappearing into the room above. Harry and Ron quickly scrambled up after him.
"Hagrid would understand if you said you had to get to class instead of helping him next time."
Harry's head shot up as he climbed up from the trap door. The voice had seemed so . . . un-Trelawney-like. Yet there was Professor Trelawney, looking the same as always, staring out the open window.
Harry blinked. Yes, it was open. There was some incense in the fire, but that was the only perfume in the now airy room. Trelawney's insect- like glasses and numerous beads and bangles were still there, but she seemed somehow. . . different. No other word could explain it.
Trelawney pulled her shawl a little tighter around her small body and turned her head. She looked at Harry. Her eyes were almost piercing. Silently, they stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, as if she were staring into his soul. Finally, she pulled her stare away, flicked her eyes over Ron, and turned to the class.
"It's a new method of teaching this complex art," she explained to their shocked looks. "The air around you holds the Spirit of Nature. Perhaps, if you can get in touch with this Spirit, it will clear the fog that clouds your Inner Eye."
Harry and Ron slowly sat down. Had something happened this past summer changed her? Why hadn't she scolded them by lamenting at Harry's coming death? Had she finally realized that all those false predictions only further marred her tattered reputation?
The class continued. Trelawney passed out information about the current locations of the planets and how this could be interpreted for their horoscopes.
For once, Harry almost enjoyed the class. He'd given up on trying to figure out what had changed her or even trying to describe how she'd changed. He simply decided that he liked this new style for Trelawney. Not once had she said anything about a Grim or sudden death. It was as if she'd forgotten.
The only warning she gave she'd said as an afterthought as the class filed out of the room.
"Oh and Harry," she said. "Be sure to get to bed early tonight. You'll need the extra sleep."
Harry tried to ask what she'd meant, but Trelawney had disappeared behind the curtain leading to her living quarters. It didn't look like he'd be getting to bed early though, since the Quidditch team was holding tryouts for a new Keeper and he was required to be there.
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AN: Poor Mione! Not a good start for the first day. Some surprises next time. Sorry if there's a delay in updates: I'm so busy I can't even write it out on paper right now. But I'll get it up as soon as I can.
Thanks for reading. Please review. Ja!
~Calli-chan
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"..." is talking, '...' is thought, [...] is AN, (...) is extra info but part of the fic, ... means trailed off, -- means interrupted. Onto the fic!
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Hermione groaned as someone shook her awake. "Go 'way," she said groggily.
"Hermione," said someone urgently. "You've got to get up. You have class in five minutes- with the Slytherins!!"
Hermione's eyes shot open. She would *not* show up to a class with her worst enemies, looking as though she had just rolled out of bed.
Ginny helped her gather her supplies as Hermione ran a brush through her hair while pulling on a sock. She tried to make herself look decent in the little time she had.
With not even a minute to spare, she was running top speed through the long corridors of Hogwarts. Ginny said that Harry and Ron had waited, but they had already left so that all three of them wouldn't be late.
She knew that there was no way she could make it to Hagrid's in time. She glanced at her watch as she skidded to slow down around a corner: 9:08. Yep, she knew she shouldn't have tried to eat that piece of toast! They'd already be halfway through class by the time she got there! Oh, why hadn't her alarm waken her up this morning?! She straightened herself out and kept running; only one floor to go!
She almost flew down the great marble stairs in the Entrance Hall. It seemed she had gained too much momentum because as she hit the slippery floor, she couldn't slow down and tumbled right into the person she last wanted to see that morning.
"Well lookie who decided to drop in," came the all too familiar sneer. "A little late, aren't we, Mudblood?"
'What could make this morning worse?' thought Hermione. She glared at the blond haired boy and the crowd of Slytherins. "You should talk."
"Maybe you're finally seeing it in the right light," said Malfoy with a malicious grin. "It is only that idiot Hagrid's class, after all."
Hermione felt her rage boiling inside of her. She was about to slap him for the second time in her life when a very angry voice at the top of the stairs stopped her.
"WHAT is going on here!?!"
Hermione's hand stopped inches from Malfoy's face. She slowly turned to face the wrathful Professor McGonagall. 'Well, this is definitely worse,' said her annoying conscious.
"You do REALIZE that you are nearly TEN MINUTES LATE for class?" Her voice was dangerously quiet.
Hermione gulped. "Yes'm," said Malfoy and the Slytherins with a sneer.
"You do REALIZE that you are not SUPPOSED to be LATE FOR CLASS!?" Her voice was rising an octave as she descended down the stairs.
"Yes'm," they said again.
"You do REALIZE that you will be PUNISHED for this!!" She was nearly screaming.
They all gulped. "Yes'm."
"Ten points from each house per person for being tardy!! That mean," she counted, "a total of 70 points from Slytherin. And Miss Granger, another 20 points from Gryffindor for the attempted attack on another student. I expected better from you."
Hermione hung her head shamefully. "And..."
McGonagall wasn't done yet. She must've been under a lot of other stress; Hermione knew she was strict, but she had never seen her like this before. "You will all be serving detention. You will receive the information tomorrow at breakfast. Now, if you stay here any longer I will make it a week of detentions! Get yourselves to class!!"
They all hurried out of the building.
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"So now you're stuck in detention with the *Slytherins*?" Harry asked incredulously.
Hermione sighed. "Yep." She poked another salted peanut at her nul. The chubby worm-like creature rolled over.
"I swear, these things are flobberworms in disguise!" said Ron in frustration, throwing down his bag. The peanuts scattered.
"For once, I'm inclined to agree with the Weasel," said a sneer to his right.
"Not now," muttered Hermione.
Malfoy couldn't just settle for being late; he also had to ruin Hagrid's lesson. He had barely attempted to feed his nul. It lay on his tray, untouched, a sickly greenish color and twisting oddly. Most of the Slytherins, who had decided to follow Malfoy's boycott, had nuls that looked similar.
"That oaf brings us all the way out here to try to tempt half-dead furry bugs with peanuts. What does he think we are? This is Care for Magical Creatures, not Care for Hagrid's Worms. And what happened to the 'Magic' aspect? That oaf has mutilated this course ever since he began teaching!"
"Sod off, Malfoy," said Harry dangerously. "If it's such a useless task then I'm sure you'll get full points. Besides, Hagrid said something special would happen if we cared for the nuls properly. But, pardon me, you wouldn't know that because you were too busy taking your bloody time to get your lazy arse out here!"
If looks could kill, Harry would be dead. Then again, so would Malfoy.
"Don't forget," spat Malfoy, "that your Mudblood friend was also 'too busy taking her bloody time to get her lazy arse out here'." He spat at Harry's feet, turned, and was gone.
Hermione's nul rolled over.
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Harry and Ron scrambled up the countless stairs to the North Tower. The trio had stayed a few minutes after class to help Hagrid put the nuls away. After this delay, *naturally* Divination was the next class! Harry panted for breath as he jogged up the steps, wondering again why he had even selected this class.
They came to the silver rope ladder just in time to see Neville's foot disappearing into the room above. Harry and Ron quickly scrambled up after him.
"Hagrid would understand if you said you had to get to class instead of helping him next time."
Harry's head shot up as he climbed up from the trap door. The voice had seemed so . . . un-Trelawney-like. Yet there was Professor Trelawney, looking the same as always, staring out the open window.
Harry blinked. Yes, it was open. There was some incense in the fire, but that was the only perfume in the now airy room. Trelawney's insect- like glasses and numerous beads and bangles were still there, but she seemed somehow. . . different. No other word could explain it.
Trelawney pulled her shawl a little tighter around her small body and turned her head. She looked at Harry. Her eyes were almost piercing. Silently, they stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, as if she were staring into his soul. Finally, she pulled her stare away, flicked her eyes over Ron, and turned to the class.
"It's a new method of teaching this complex art," she explained to their shocked looks. "The air around you holds the Spirit of Nature. Perhaps, if you can get in touch with this Spirit, it will clear the fog that clouds your Inner Eye."
Harry and Ron slowly sat down. Had something happened this past summer changed her? Why hadn't she scolded them by lamenting at Harry's coming death? Had she finally realized that all those false predictions only further marred her tattered reputation?
The class continued. Trelawney passed out information about the current locations of the planets and how this could be interpreted for their horoscopes.
For once, Harry almost enjoyed the class. He'd given up on trying to figure out what had changed her or even trying to describe how she'd changed. He simply decided that he liked this new style for Trelawney. Not once had she said anything about a Grim or sudden death. It was as if she'd forgotten.
The only warning she gave she'd said as an afterthought as the class filed out of the room.
"Oh and Harry," she said. "Be sure to get to bed early tonight. You'll need the extra sleep."
Harry tried to ask what she'd meant, but Trelawney had disappeared behind the curtain leading to her living quarters. It didn't look like he'd be getting to bed early though, since the Quidditch team was holding tryouts for a new Keeper and he was required to be there.
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AN: Poor Mione! Not a good start for the first day. Some surprises next time. Sorry if there's a delay in updates: I'm so busy I can't even write it out on paper right now. But I'll get it up as soon as I can.
Thanks for reading. Please review. Ja!
~Calli-chan
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