Since When was I in
Love With You?
Hermione was bent over her oak desk, a quill in her hand and her eyes straining to read the tiny print of her Arithmancy book. With the quill, Hermione scratched onto a scrap of parchment a name: Levi Evans. She slipped the parchment into her book, and slapped it shut, placing the quill in a glass jar with her other hand. On her desk was a collection of many other things, a black and white picture of the Weasley family in Egypt waving merrily to her, her Hogwarts acceptance letter, a photograph of Harry Potter and Gilderoy Lockhart, standing together in Flourish and Blotts, an article which she had torn from a copy of the magazine, Witch Weekly. And in a sealed case: An acid green quill. Hermione gave a little smile. She was quite proud of herself for getting that quill. She had taken it from a crazed journalist, Rita Skeeter, and she didn't intend on giving it back until Skeeter had learned her lesson. Hermione sat basking in her glory for several moments, until she heard a loud tapping at her window. Perched upon the sill was a large russet barn owl. Hermione jumped from her chair and opened the window for the owl to fly in. It dropped a thick, parchment envelope onto her desk, and soared out into the distance once more. Hermione didn't have to guess where the letter was from; the barn owl was an official Hogwarts delivery owl. She slowly opened the envelope, which she noticed was thicker than usual, and four slips of parchment fell onto her desk. The first was the average reminder that the Hogwarts Express would depart on September 1st. The second, a list of course books:
Decipher: A Guide to the Ancient Runes of Greek Magicians by Elliot Sim
Intermediate Arithmancy: A Young Wizards Guide by Andrea Blackhurst
Transfiguration, Grade 5, by Misty Lee
The Standard Book of Spells Grade Five, by Miranda Goshawk The list went on and on, and for the first time, it didn't seem to interest Hermione, she was suddenly staring, eyes wide, at the picture of Harry and her former professor, Gilderoy Lockhart. But Lockhart was a blur, she wasn't watching him. Her eyes were locked on the scrawny ebony haired boy, with a faint lightning shaped scar on his forehead, who was and struggling to disappear from the image. Hermione shook her self, and turned back to the pile of parchment. She took the third sheet and read:
Dear Miss Granger,
I am pleased to inform you that you have made prefect for Gryffindor. There please find enclosed an order form for your prefect badge. The new password for Gryffindor Tower is: Pixie Dust and the password for all Prefect Facilities is Armadres.
Congratulations,
Minerva McGonnagal
Deputy Head Mistress of Hogwarts
Hermione squealed with joy, and opened the fourth and final slip of parchment which was indeed the order form for her badge. She was about to rush down stairs to tell her mother and father, when a second, small and hyper-active owl pelted in through the window, knocking her lamp to the floor. Hermione gave it a disgruntled look before untying the letter on his leg and tossing him onto her bed.
Dear Hermione,
Mum and Dad said I could invite you and Harry to stay a bit; I have to get Dumbledore's permission to ask Harry though, so I've just sent him a letter asking if Harry can stay. Anyway, how's this Monday sound? We'll pick you up by Floo powder like last time.
Hope to see you on Monday!
-Ron
Hermione grabbed Ron's letter, the prefect letter and her badge order form and dashed down the steps in such a rush that she accidentally collided with her father as she hit the bottom stair. "Dad!" She said excitedly, "Read this!" Hermione thrust the prefect letter into his hands and he scanned it carefully, and then wrapped his arms around her in a large hug.
"Samantha!" He called to her mother, "Samantha, come here!" Hermione's mother came to the foot of the stairs, her shoulder length, chestnut hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, an apron thrown around her neck. Hermione's father handed the letter to her mother and she examined it, and then dropped it to the floor as she pulled Hermione into a tight hug.
"Oh, I'm so proud of you!" She squealed, "My daughter, a model wizard! And we all know you've done all on your own!" Her mother stepped back, and brushed Hermione's bushy brown hair behind her ear. Hermione returned her smile, and handed her the order form, which she signed immediately.
"Oh, Mum, Dad, Ron's invited me to come and stay Monday if that'd be alright, he says he can pick me up like last time.
"That'd be fine, dear." said her parents cheerfully in unison. Her mother sprung back to her, handing her the order form, and gave her yet another hug. And with that, Hermione rushed happily back upstairs.
Hermione was bent over her oak desk, a quill in her hand and her eyes straining to read the tiny print of her Arithmancy book. With the quill, Hermione scratched onto a scrap of parchment a name: Levi Evans. She slipped the parchment into her book, and slapped it shut, placing the quill in a glass jar with her other hand. On her desk was a collection of many other things, a black and white picture of the Weasley family in Egypt waving merrily to her, her Hogwarts acceptance letter, a photograph of Harry Potter and Gilderoy Lockhart, standing together in Flourish and Blotts, an article which she had torn from a copy of the magazine, Witch Weekly. And in a sealed case: An acid green quill. Hermione gave a little smile. She was quite proud of herself for getting that quill. She had taken it from a crazed journalist, Rita Skeeter, and she didn't intend on giving it back until Skeeter had learned her lesson. Hermione sat basking in her glory for several moments, until she heard a loud tapping at her window. Perched upon the sill was a large russet barn owl. Hermione jumped from her chair and opened the window for the owl to fly in. It dropped a thick, parchment envelope onto her desk, and soared out into the distance once more. Hermione didn't have to guess where the letter was from; the barn owl was an official Hogwarts delivery owl. She slowly opened the envelope, which she noticed was thicker than usual, and four slips of parchment fell onto her desk. The first was the average reminder that the Hogwarts Express would depart on September 1st. The second, a list of course books:
Decipher: A Guide to the Ancient Runes of Greek Magicians by Elliot Sim
Intermediate Arithmancy: A Young Wizards Guide by Andrea Blackhurst
Transfiguration, Grade 5, by Misty Lee
The Standard Book of Spells Grade Five, by Miranda Goshawk The list went on and on, and for the first time, it didn't seem to interest Hermione, she was suddenly staring, eyes wide, at the picture of Harry and her former professor, Gilderoy Lockhart. But Lockhart was a blur, she wasn't watching him. Her eyes were locked on the scrawny ebony haired boy, with a faint lightning shaped scar on his forehead, who was and struggling to disappear from the image. Hermione shook her self, and turned back to the pile of parchment. She took the third sheet and read:
Dear Miss Granger,
I am pleased to inform you that you have made prefect for Gryffindor. There please find enclosed an order form for your prefect badge. The new password for Gryffindor Tower is: Pixie Dust and the password for all Prefect Facilities is Armadres.
Congratulations,
Minerva McGonnagal
Deputy Head Mistress of Hogwarts
Hermione squealed with joy, and opened the fourth and final slip of parchment which was indeed the order form for her badge. She was about to rush down stairs to tell her mother and father, when a second, small and hyper-active owl pelted in through the window, knocking her lamp to the floor. Hermione gave it a disgruntled look before untying the letter on his leg and tossing him onto her bed.
Dear Hermione,
Mum and Dad said I could invite you and Harry to stay a bit; I have to get Dumbledore's permission to ask Harry though, so I've just sent him a letter asking if Harry can stay. Anyway, how's this Monday sound? We'll pick you up by Floo powder like last time.
Hope to see you on Monday!
-Ron
Hermione grabbed Ron's letter, the prefect letter and her badge order form and dashed down the steps in such a rush that she accidentally collided with her father as she hit the bottom stair. "Dad!" She said excitedly, "Read this!" Hermione thrust the prefect letter into his hands and he scanned it carefully, and then wrapped his arms around her in a large hug.
"Samantha!" He called to her mother, "Samantha, come here!" Hermione's mother came to the foot of the stairs, her shoulder length, chestnut hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, an apron thrown around her neck. Hermione's father handed the letter to her mother and she examined it, and then dropped it to the floor as she pulled Hermione into a tight hug.
"Oh, I'm so proud of you!" She squealed, "My daughter, a model wizard! And we all know you've done all on your own!" Her mother stepped back, and brushed Hermione's bushy brown hair behind her ear. Hermione returned her smile, and handed her the order form, which she signed immediately.
"Oh, Mum, Dad, Ron's invited me to come and stay Monday if that'd be alright, he says he can pick me up like last time.
"That'd be fine, dear." said her parents cheerfully in unison. Her mother sprung back to her, handing her the order form, and gave her yet another hug. And with that, Hermione rushed happily back upstairs.