AN: Um....Angelstarling has won part of the bet thingy. Unfortunately,
she/he/it hasn't left me an e-mail. Instead I dedicate this chapter to her
(at least I think it is a she).
Disclaimer: So far, I haven't found my check saying how genius I am for writing the Harry Potter series. ::runs outside when mail truck pulls up:: Nope, no trillion dollars. NOT MINE!!!!!!
Oh, and, I wanted to create a summer Hermione. You know, not everyone can be that serious all the time, ::ahem:: me ::ahem::. So, I'm sorry if you didn't like that OOC, but I promise it's going away with the holidays.
Chapter 2: Getting School-Hermione Back
Hermione woke up at eight, like planned, and frizzed out her hair after a quick shower. She threw on a pair of khakis and a white knitted sweater. She quickly loaded up her carry-on items, (including seven 1,000+ page leisure books and some money), and headed out to the car.
"Well, missy, you'd better do us right!!" Chuckled Mr. Granger once at King's Cross. He pressed his whiskery face into hers as a good-bye nuzzle.
"Oh, and 'Mione," Her mother called as she was about to enter the portal.
"Yes, mum?" Hermione tried to keep Crookshanks from clawing out of his high security trunk.
"Um....I'd like to give you a...erm...present. But please, whatever you do, do not open it before the full moon comes out on Halloween." Her mum said as she handed the curious daughter a fifteen pound package. It was in midnight blue leather and had charmed stars twinkling on it.
"Sure, uh, okay." Hermione placed it into her trunk carefully and headed for another year at Hogwarts.
"HERMS!!!!!" Hermione heard as she was plummetted into dark shadows. Stunned, she looked up, (WAAAAYYY up, mind you), and saw two handsome genlteman. (Although, one could say "rough-men".)
"Nice to see you too. I can't wait to here what you two have been up to. Did you have nice holidays?" Hermione said in a very serious back-to-school voice.
"Oh, yeah. You should've been there. Really! Fred and George have been bloody funny!!" Ron said as they walked into the train.
"Wait up, guys. I've got to get my carry-ons." Hermione took the blue package and Crookshanks' metal box, along with, of course, her books.
They walked in and found an empty compartment. Once concealed, Harry and Ron started gushing about Fred and George's newest invention. Two words: Slytherin's Drinks.
"What are you two thinking!!! Detention on the first day back is just perfect, right? I mean, like you won't be caught!! Besides, that might be dangerous... pink glittery feathers and all..." Hermione trailed off, a scowl painted on her face, although inside having a laugh riot.
"C'mon, 'Mione! Can't you just see the looks on their...beaky faces?! Ahhh, the glory. Pink sparkling feathered creatures." Harry sighed.
Hermione 'hmphed' and took out a book, 3,000 Ways to Mutilate a Riverdisilieou. "Geez, lighten up." Harry muttered, then launched off into a conversation about ::gasp:: Quidditch.
No more than an hour later, Draco Malfoy walked in. Hermione instantly blushed and hid behind pages 163 and 164.
The conversation held the usual, "Sod off."
And the usual witty reply by Mister Malfoy.
But then, the conversation turned to the subject onto Hermione.
"Am I just too gorgeus and charming for you to look at without fainting with disbelief, Granger?" He drawled lazily, as if it were routine business.
"Oh, shove it where the sun don't shine." Hermione said, almost a little too boldly.
"I am shocked and apalled! I oughta--" The snack cart lady pulled up much to the Dream Team's delight.
"What'd'ja'all like?" She said.
"I'll take..." Harry continued to name off items, (AKA: basically the whole cart).
~*~*~*~*~*~
The Welcoming Feast was pretty boring, as usual. They ended up with a new professor, Hinkledoober, and 9 new Gryffindor first-years.
After food and what-not, Hermione claimed that she was "dreadfully tired" and then suggested that she "hit the sack".
Hermione went into her dorm and out the Prefects portrait. She was in the Prefect common room all alone. Well, at least in theory; she had brought her gift with her.
She searched the heavy package for an hour or so; finally giving up trying to figure out what it was without opening it. She walked over to her complimentary Prefect desk and set down the gift. She locked the desk's cupboard and headed to her Gryffindor bed.
As she slept she thought of what her schedule would be. *With my luck, I'll have Double Potions followed by lunch then boring History if Magic.*
~*~*~*~At the feast from Draco's POV~*~*~*~
Draco sat sullenly stabbing at his food. He imagined it as McGonagall's head.
"Duh, we do get Harry and duh his friends. We getted his owl and we will hit it so no more able to sen--uh. Waz we talkin' 'bout again?" Crabbe said unintelligably.
"Uhh...I like pickled beets." Goyle responded.
$What goons I have, Merlin! Geez, can't my dad have spent a little more money on my friends?? I could be around...Har--NO! What am I thinking? Bloody crazy. I really shouldn't be thinking to mysel fin this context. It's crazy!! How do I get rid of these cronies?$
"Me likes to eats beats with Ranch dressing. It's gooder than yous beats with duh...orange cream." Crabbe finished a rather captivating dialect.
"Bloody idiots!" Draco shouted at them when they started a fist fight, which caused a complete pitcher of pumpkin juice on Draco's lap. Draco stormed out of the hall, happy to have found a way to get rid of those dum- dums.
When he reached his and the other boys' dorm, he found an eagle owl awaiting his arrival.
"Ah, give Father my regards." Draco said as he gave the owl an already written on piece of parchment. He always wrote notes ahead of time, saying "Everything is well. Grades are good." or "Things are doing extremely ordinary. I got a 120% in Potions. Hate that McGonagall, though."
As he found a package, he sighed. $He must've sent me threat and Mother buttered it up with sweets.$
As he tore the brown paper, he found an odd letter and a light blue cotton that covered a gift of some sort. Decorating the light blue were floating marchmallow clouds. A post-it read DO NOT OPEN UNTIL HALLOWEEN, MIDNIGHT. The handwriting was unfamiliar and large.
"Odd..." He said and got into bed, thinking of the 2nd year Hufflepuff that needed to be reminded to stay away from the Famous Draco Malfoy.
~*~*~*~
Hermione inwardly sighed as she saw the first class of the day.
Potions. (suprise suprise.)
She daintily trudged down the stairs, smiling. It was the first day of school. right?
"How can you be so happy?" Ron moaned mellow dramatically.
"It's the first day of the first term of our second-to-last year of school!!" She grinned.
"Still the old Hermione." Harry muttered as they trudged downstairs.
Disclaimer: So far, I haven't found my check saying how genius I am for writing the Harry Potter series. ::runs outside when mail truck pulls up:: Nope, no trillion dollars. NOT MINE!!!!!!
Oh, and, I wanted to create a summer Hermione. You know, not everyone can be that serious all the time, ::ahem:: me ::ahem::. So, I'm sorry if you didn't like that OOC, but I promise it's going away with the holidays.
Chapter 2: Getting School-Hermione Back
Hermione woke up at eight, like planned, and frizzed out her hair after a quick shower. She threw on a pair of khakis and a white knitted sweater. She quickly loaded up her carry-on items, (including seven 1,000+ page leisure books and some money), and headed out to the car.
"Well, missy, you'd better do us right!!" Chuckled Mr. Granger once at King's Cross. He pressed his whiskery face into hers as a good-bye nuzzle.
"Oh, and 'Mione," Her mother called as she was about to enter the portal.
"Yes, mum?" Hermione tried to keep Crookshanks from clawing out of his high security trunk.
"Um....I'd like to give you a...erm...present. But please, whatever you do, do not open it before the full moon comes out on Halloween." Her mum said as she handed the curious daughter a fifteen pound package. It was in midnight blue leather and had charmed stars twinkling on it.
"Sure, uh, okay." Hermione placed it into her trunk carefully and headed for another year at Hogwarts.
"HERMS!!!!!" Hermione heard as she was plummetted into dark shadows. Stunned, she looked up, (WAAAAYYY up, mind you), and saw two handsome genlteman. (Although, one could say "rough-men".)
"Nice to see you too. I can't wait to here what you two have been up to. Did you have nice holidays?" Hermione said in a very serious back-to-school voice.
"Oh, yeah. You should've been there. Really! Fred and George have been bloody funny!!" Ron said as they walked into the train.
"Wait up, guys. I've got to get my carry-ons." Hermione took the blue package and Crookshanks' metal box, along with, of course, her books.
They walked in and found an empty compartment. Once concealed, Harry and Ron started gushing about Fred and George's newest invention. Two words: Slytherin's Drinks.
"What are you two thinking!!! Detention on the first day back is just perfect, right? I mean, like you won't be caught!! Besides, that might be dangerous... pink glittery feathers and all..." Hermione trailed off, a scowl painted on her face, although inside having a laugh riot.
"C'mon, 'Mione! Can't you just see the looks on their...beaky faces?! Ahhh, the glory. Pink sparkling feathered creatures." Harry sighed.
Hermione 'hmphed' and took out a book, 3,000 Ways to Mutilate a Riverdisilieou. "Geez, lighten up." Harry muttered, then launched off into a conversation about ::gasp:: Quidditch.
No more than an hour later, Draco Malfoy walked in. Hermione instantly blushed and hid behind pages 163 and 164.
The conversation held the usual, "Sod off."
And the usual witty reply by Mister Malfoy.
But then, the conversation turned to the subject onto Hermione.
"Am I just too gorgeus and charming for you to look at without fainting with disbelief, Granger?" He drawled lazily, as if it were routine business.
"Oh, shove it where the sun don't shine." Hermione said, almost a little too boldly.
"I am shocked and apalled! I oughta--" The snack cart lady pulled up much to the Dream Team's delight.
"What'd'ja'all like?" She said.
"I'll take..." Harry continued to name off items, (AKA: basically the whole cart).
~*~*~*~*~*~
The Welcoming Feast was pretty boring, as usual. They ended up with a new professor, Hinkledoober, and 9 new Gryffindor first-years.
After food and what-not, Hermione claimed that she was "dreadfully tired" and then suggested that she "hit the sack".
Hermione went into her dorm and out the Prefects portrait. She was in the Prefect common room all alone. Well, at least in theory; she had brought her gift with her.
She searched the heavy package for an hour or so; finally giving up trying to figure out what it was without opening it. She walked over to her complimentary Prefect desk and set down the gift. She locked the desk's cupboard and headed to her Gryffindor bed.
As she slept she thought of what her schedule would be. *With my luck, I'll have Double Potions followed by lunch then boring History if Magic.*
~*~*~*~At the feast from Draco's POV~*~*~*~
Draco sat sullenly stabbing at his food. He imagined it as McGonagall's head.
"Duh, we do get Harry and duh his friends. We getted his owl and we will hit it so no more able to sen--uh. Waz we talkin' 'bout again?" Crabbe said unintelligably.
"Uhh...I like pickled beets." Goyle responded.
$What goons I have, Merlin! Geez, can't my dad have spent a little more money on my friends?? I could be around...Har--NO! What am I thinking? Bloody crazy. I really shouldn't be thinking to mysel fin this context. It's crazy!! How do I get rid of these cronies?$
"Me likes to eats beats with Ranch dressing. It's gooder than yous beats with duh...orange cream." Crabbe finished a rather captivating dialect.
"Bloody idiots!" Draco shouted at them when they started a fist fight, which caused a complete pitcher of pumpkin juice on Draco's lap. Draco stormed out of the hall, happy to have found a way to get rid of those dum- dums.
When he reached his and the other boys' dorm, he found an eagle owl awaiting his arrival.
"Ah, give Father my regards." Draco said as he gave the owl an already written on piece of parchment. He always wrote notes ahead of time, saying "Everything is well. Grades are good." or "Things are doing extremely ordinary. I got a 120% in Potions. Hate that McGonagall, though."
As he found a package, he sighed. $He must've sent me threat and Mother buttered it up with sweets.$
As he tore the brown paper, he found an odd letter and a light blue cotton that covered a gift of some sort. Decorating the light blue were floating marchmallow clouds. A post-it read DO NOT OPEN UNTIL HALLOWEEN, MIDNIGHT. The handwriting was unfamiliar and large.
"Odd..." He said and got into bed, thinking of the 2nd year Hufflepuff that needed to be reminded to stay away from the Famous Draco Malfoy.
~*~*~*~
Hermione inwardly sighed as she saw the first class of the day.
Potions. (suprise suprise.)
She daintily trudged down the stairs, smiling. It was the first day of school. right?
"How can you be so happy?" Ron moaned mellow dramatically.
"It's the first day of the first term of our second-to-last year of school!!" She grinned.
"Still the old Hermione." Harry muttered as they trudged downstairs.