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Chapter 5 Neville and Verisiumar
Harry thought Hermione had finally lost her mind. On the first day of school she was worrying about tests that took place at the end of the year!
"Herms, you really need to get some help," Harry said.
"Why, just because I want to get a good score on our O.W.L.s?"
"No, because you're already thinking about it before we even start our first class." Harry answered.
"Just forget I said it, then." Hermione said, getting tired of this conversation. "You guys don't have to start studying, but it doesn't mean I can't."
"Fine, do what you want." Harry said. "You always do."
Hermione chose to ignore that last statement and turned back to her food.
"Harry, I think something's wrong with Hermione." Ron whispered over to Harry.
"I know; she's finally lost her mind!"
"No, I don't think she was really thinking about O.W.L.s."
"Why do you think that?
"I dunno, I just do. She doesn't seem the same."
"What're you talking about? Of course she's the same."
"Harry, can you really be that blind?!" Ron exclaimed. "Didn't you notice her staring at something when she trailed off and stopped speaking?"
"No," Harry said. "And I'm getting really tired of this Ron. Are you trying to get me to break up with Hermione?"
"No, of course not! It's just. nevermind."
"Fine." With that, the two went back to eating their breakfast.
Hermione looked at them in surprise. What was wrong this time? She wondered. The last time this happened was last year because Ron was jealous of Harry's fame. But that couldn't have happened this soon into the school year!
*at the Slytherin table*
Draco had watched the whole exchange. He had no idea what they were saying, but now it seems that nobody was saying anything to each other. Maybe I can use this to my advantage, he thought. He went back to eating, the wheels turning in his mind.
~*Later that day*~
"Mione, slow down! I promise we won't be late!" Ron said on the way to Charms.
"Ron said it my sweet. We still have two minutes left and we know exactly where it is!" Harry said out of breath. Hermoine said nothing in response. They went through this the first day of every school year and she hadn't slowed down once; however, the next voice she heard stopped her dead in her tracks.
"Well, well, well. Who do we have now? Could it be the Mudblood?" Draco sneered form a dark corner.
"Malfoy, just bugger off!" Harry said protectively.
"Shut up, Potter. The Mudblood has a mouth; or is she just afraid of me?" He said tauntingly again to Hermione.
"Thank you, Harry but I can handle the slimy git myself. Malfoy just leave us alone!"
"Ooh, so she can talk!" Draco said pretending to faint.
"Malfoy, just go away." When he didn't move she stated with a tear-filled voice "Malfoy, you make me so mad!" At that she ran off in the direction of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
"So, she is scared of me, eh Potter?"
"No, she's not! She's just had a.a...a hard morning." At that he also ran off, but he was going after Hermoine to calm her down. Ron was smart and just walked off.
Malfoy, however, just stated, "I'm not through with you Hermione Granger. You just watch your back!"
He, too, then walked away.
~*In Moaning Myrtle's bathroom*~
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked after finding Hermione in one of the stalls, crying.
"Nothing. I'm just having a hard time controlling myself."
"You sure? You've never reacted this way before."
"Yes, I'm sure. Now let's go to class. We wouldn't want to be late our first day," Hermione said, wiping away her tears.
"Now that's the Hermione I know and love. C'mon, let's go before Myrtle figures out we're in here."
With that, they left, with Harry's arm draped over Hermione's shoulders, and rejoined Ron in the corridor.
When they walked into class, they noticed that Harry's watch was a little slow. They were 5 minutes late. His watch said they still had a minute before class started.
"Well, well. Late on the first day of class! It's pretty soon to be starting that, don't you think?" Professor Flitwick said. "That'll cost you 5 points each from Gryffindor. *there were various groans from the class* Now take your seats."
"Yes, Sir." And they sat down in the three empty seats at the back of the class.
Flitwick went on with his lecture, "As I was saying, the Varisiumar (vair-i- SEE-em-are) is a highly dangerous spell if not used correctly. Luckily, though, there is a cure for every known effect it has on the caster. Knowing that, would anyone like to try it?"
Silence. Then Neville's hand shakily went up. This shocked the whole class. When did Neville get the nerves to do something like this? They were all thinking.
"Good, why don't you come up here and try it then?" Flitwick said hesitantly.
Neville nervously walked to the front of the room, took out his wand and pointed it at the stool Flitwick had provided. "Verisiumar."
Suddenly, the stool vanished and then reappeared. right over Ron's head. It fell, but luckily, Ron slipped out of his desk in time. "Watch it Neville!"
The professor, who had been in stunned silence, suddenly spurt, "Wow, Neville! That was perfect! Athough I think you need to work on your aim."
In response, Neville just nodded and went back to his seat. By now, everybody had regained the use of their mouths and were talking wildly to their friends wondering what was happening. Suddenly, Neville had gone from a total klutz to doing a spell that they weren't going to really learn until Year 6!
"Well, *ahem* now that we've seen what's supposed to happen, I suggest we move on, shall we?"
And the rest of the class went about as normal. When they were let out, the trio grudgingly walked towards the dungeons. They had double Potions with the Slytherins next.
SilverflameWolf2- Thank you! Right now, you're the only reviewer, and we're REALLY grateful for that! Some comments for your comments (hehe.. that sounds cool!). the second one, yeah, it was supposed to be scared.. I guess we missed that in the editing part. About the fifth one (about Draco), you gotta thank Smiley13 for that. She's the one who writes him. As for your last one: here's more! Hope you like! Bye-bye!
Chapter 5 Neville and Verisiumar
Harry thought Hermione had finally lost her mind. On the first day of school she was worrying about tests that took place at the end of the year!
"Herms, you really need to get some help," Harry said.
"Why, just because I want to get a good score on our O.W.L.s?"
"No, because you're already thinking about it before we even start our first class." Harry answered.
"Just forget I said it, then." Hermione said, getting tired of this conversation. "You guys don't have to start studying, but it doesn't mean I can't."
"Fine, do what you want." Harry said. "You always do."
Hermione chose to ignore that last statement and turned back to her food.
"Harry, I think something's wrong with Hermione." Ron whispered over to Harry.
"I know; she's finally lost her mind!"
"No, I don't think she was really thinking about O.W.L.s."
"Why do you think that?
"I dunno, I just do. She doesn't seem the same."
"What're you talking about? Of course she's the same."
"Harry, can you really be that blind?!" Ron exclaimed. "Didn't you notice her staring at something when she trailed off and stopped speaking?"
"No," Harry said. "And I'm getting really tired of this Ron. Are you trying to get me to break up with Hermione?"
"No, of course not! It's just. nevermind."
"Fine." With that, the two went back to eating their breakfast.
Hermione looked at them in surprise. What was wrong this time? She wondered. The last time this happened was last year because Ron was jealous of Harry's fame. But that couldn't have happened this soon into the school year!
*at the Slytherin table*
Draco had watched the whole exchange. He had no idea what they were saying, but now it seems that nobody was saying anything to each other. Maybe I can use this to my advantage, he thought. He went back to eating, the wheels turning in his mind.
~*Later that day*~
"Mione, slow down! I promise we won't be late!" Ron said on the way to Charms.
"Ron said it my sweet. We still have two minutes left and we know exactly where it is!" Harry said out of breath. Hermoine said nothing in response. They went through this the first day of every school year and she hadn't slowed down once; however, the next voice she heard stopped her dead in her tracks.
"Well, well, well. Who do we have now? Could it be the Mudblood?" Draco sneered form a dark corner.
"Malfoy, just bugger off!" Harry said protectively.
"Shut up, Potter. The Mudblood has a mouth; or is she just afraid of me?" He said tauntingly again to Hermione.
"Thank you, Harry but I can handle the slimy git myself. Malfoy just leave us alone!"
"Ooh, so she can talk!" Draco said pretending to faint.
"Malfoy, just go away." When he didn't move she stated with a tear-filled voice "Malfoy, you make me so mad!" At that she ran off in the direction of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
"So, she is scared of me, eh Potter?"
"No, she's not! She's just had a.a...a hard morning." At that he also ran off, but he was going after Hermoine to calm her down. Ron was smart and just walked off.
Malfoy, however, just stated, "I'm not through with you Hermione Granger. You just watch your back!"
He, too, then walked away.
~*In Moaning Myrtle's bathroom*~
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked after finding Hermione in one of the stalls, crying.
"Nothing. I'm just having a hard time controlling myself."
"You sure? You've never reacted this way before."
"Yes, I'm sure. Now let's go to class. We wouldn't want to be late our first day," Hermione said, wiping away her tears.
"Now that's the Hermione I know and love. C'mon, let's go before Myrtle figures out we're in here."
With that, they left, with Harry's arm draped over Hermione's shoulders, and rejoined Ron in the corridor.
When they walked into class, they noticed that Harry's watch was a little slow. They were 5 minutes late. His watch said they still had a minute before class started.
"Well, well. Late on the first day of class! It's pretty soon to be starting that, don't you think?" Professor Flitwick said. "That'll cost you 5 points each from Gryffindor. *there were various groans from the class* Now take your seats."
"Yes, Sir." And they sat down in the three empty seats at the back of the class.
Flitwick went on with his lecture, "As I was saying, the Varisiumar (vair-i- SEE-em-are) is a highly dangerous spell if not used correctly. Luckily, though, there is a cure for every known effect it has on the caster. Knowing that, would anyone like to try it?"
Silence. Then Neville's hand shakily went up. This shocked the whole class. When did Neville get the nerves to do something like this? They were all thinking.
"Good, why don't you come up here and try it then?" Flitwick said hesitantly.
Neville nervously walked to the front of the room, took out his wand and pointed it at the stool Flitwick had provided. "Verisiumar."
Suddenly, the stool vanished and then reappeared. right over Ron's head. It fell, but luckily, Ron slipped out of his desk in time. "Watch it Neville!"
The professor, who had been in stunned silence, suddenly spurt, "Wow, Neville! That was perfect! Athough I think you need to work on your aim."
In response, Neville just nodded and went back to his seat. By now, everybody had regained the use of their mouths and were talking wildly to their friends wondering what was happening. Suddenly, Neville had gone from a total klutz to doing a spell that they weren't going to really learn until Year 6!
"Well, *ahem* now that we've seen what's supposed to happen, I suggest we move on, shall we?"
And the rest of the class went about as normal. When they were let out, the trio grudgingly walked towards the dungeons. They had double Potions with the Slytherins next.