Disclaimer: I am NOT JK Rowling (unfortunately) and never will be. None of the characters are mine!!!
It was a warm, breezy morning, and as Hermione Granger woke up, she could tell that it was going to be a beautiful day. She quickly dressed into a tight fitting, short, orange denim summer dress; it had a zip all the way down the middle to fasten it, it was her favourite item of clothing at the moment, and she had saved up for several weeks to buy it. She twirled around in front of the mirror, and was once again glad that she'd had her hair straightened for her birthday. Today she was going to Diagon Alley, having received her annual letter from Hogwarts the day before, seventh year was going to be the best, her own dormitory! Just thinking about it spread a smile across her face; she only got her own because of the fact that she was going to be head girl.
"Go on dear, knock them dead!" said her mirror enthusiastically. She leapt down the stairs, into the kitchen, where she received a disapproving look.
"You aren't wearing that to Diagon Alley, are you?" her mother sighed.
"Relax, mom, I'm not going to meet the Queen." Hermione rumpled her seven-year-old brother Nathaniel's hair, stuffed a piece of toast into her mouth and rushed out of the house in her knee length orange boots.
As she walked to the bus stop, Hermione checked her bag. Yes, everything was in there, her list of books, her money and her wand were all at the very bottom, just for safety. If the bag for any reason for any reason were stolen by a muggle, they wouldn't be able to find the wand or letter quickly enough to create havoc.
She casually walked through to the back of the bus, turning old women's (how can her mother let her out in that thing?) and their teenage grandson's (God, I wouldn't mind going if she went to my grandmother's day centre) heads as she sat down listening to nearby whispers, but she didn't mind, she was used to it, most of her wardrobe was crammed with such things. The bus soon arrived in the centre of London.
The Leaky Cauldron was one of Hermione's favourite places, she usually would have stopped for a quick Butterbeer, but this time, she gave it a miss, she had shopping to do. As she walked through the passageway into Diagon Alley, she realised sadly that this was the last time that she would ever need to get her books for Hogwarts.
"Hermione!" a familiar sounding voice squealed. Ginny, Ron and Harry were standing by Quality Quidditch Supplies. "I love the hair!" Ginny had already ran over and was bantering on about something or other, but Hermione was concentrating on telling them one thing...
"You guys, I have an announcement to make," she declared solemnly. "I am Hogwart's newest head girl!"
Ron nodded, knowingly. "When did you get the letter?"
"You're not surprised?" Hermione was a little disappointed.
"Well, everybody knew that you were going to be one anyway, so..." Harry said. "Who's head boy?"
"Hang on, I have the letter here somewhere..." Hermione dug around in her bag, "Aha!" she scanned the letter to the very bottom. Her face fell.
"What, who is it?" Ginny enquired.
"Draco Malfoy." Everybody else burst out laughing. Although they weren't complete enemies any longer, Draco and the four of them were hardly friends. "It isn't funny! We have to share a bathroom!" This only caused fresh chortles to erupt.
"Yeah, I can see it now, putting tricks in eachother's beds, generally making a lot of noise, you hanging his underwear up in the Gryffindor common room for all to see!" Ron spluttered.
Just then, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle came walking around the corner. "What's going on?" Draco questioned.
"Have you by any chance received a letter from Hogwarts, perhaps saying that you were going to be head boy, maybe with a shiny badge?" Ginny was trying to keep a straight face, without succeeding.
"Yeah, so what?" he glared.
"Well, I think you need to read it with more care."
Draco pulled out his letter, and surveyed it. With a look of horror on his face, he managed to say, "Christ, Granger, we're sharing a bathroom!" Explosions of laughter erupted from the people in front of him. "Come on, you two. We're going to the post office to send an official complaint to Dumbledore". And with that, he marched off.
Four weeks later, Hermione found herself on the Hogwarts Express. It would be time to change into her robes soon, she realised, and swallowed yet another spinach flavoured 'Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans' without noticing, helpfully given to her by Ron.
"Hermione, it will be over in one second, you'll see," Harry tried to soothe her. "You remember all of the other years, don't you? That was over quickly enough. All that happens is Dumbledore says yours and Draco's names and you go to the front and get congratulated. That's all."
"You're right. I shouldn't be acting like this. Eugh, what was that you just gave me Ron? I should pull myself together, after all, a head girl shouldn't be worried about stuff like this." Hermione pointed the sleeve of her clothes and said, "millaramus!" and she was dressed in her Hogwarts uniform. She pinned her badge on.
Hermione was shaking as she entered the great hall, and although she had Harry and Ron behind her, whispering in a calming tone, she couldn't help wanting to turn back straight through the main entrance. She sat down gratefully at the Gryffindor table, the chair accepting her weight. But she couldn't stay relaxed for long; Dumbledore was about to call her name out. She felt like a first year just about to be sorted.
"I would like to introduce you to our new head boy and girl, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger." They both got out of their seats and made their way to the high table, as applause sounded across the hall among cheers. "And also to our prefects. Ginny Weasley, Melinda Attwood, George Parker and Jordan Brown."
Hermione was glad that it was finally over with, and breathed a sigh of relief as she sat back down after they were dismissed.
"Now all I would like to take this moment to say to the first years that the forest is of course forbidden, and that Mr Filch, our caretaker has added to his list of banned curses. If you would like to see which curses, have a look at the notice board in your common room. That is all, now you may eat!"
A cheer crept across the room as the plates in front of them filled up with food. "See, I told you, one second!" said Harry, a grin spread across his face.
It was a warm, breezy morning, and as Hermione Granger woke up, she could tell that it was going to be a beautiful day. She quickly dressed into a tight fitting, short, orange denim summer dress; it had a zip all the way down the middle to fasten it, it was her favourite item of clothing at the moment, and she had saved up for several weeks to buy it. She twirled around in front of the mirror, and was once again glad that she'd had her hair straightened for her birthday. Today she was going to Diagon Alley, having received her annual letter from Hogwarts the day before, seventh year was going to be the best, her own dormitory! Just thinking about it spread a smile across her face; she only got her own because of the fact that she was going to be head girl.
"Go on dear, knock them dead!" said her mirror enthusiastically. She leapt down the stairs, into the kitchen, where she received a disapproving look.
"You aren't wearing that to Diagon Alley, are you?" her mother sighed.
"Relax, mom, I'm not going to meet the Queen." Hermione rumpled her seven-year-old brother Nathaniel's hair, stuffed a piece of toast into her mouth and rushed out of the house in her knee length orange boots.
As she walked to the bus stop, Hermione checked her bag. Yes, everything was in there, her list of books, her money and her wand were all at the very bottom, just for safety. If the bag for any reason for any reason were stolen by a muggle, they wouldn't be able to find the wand or letter quickly enough to create havoc.
She casually walked through to the back of the bus, turning old women's (how can her mother let her out in that thing?) and their teenage grandson's (God, I wouldn't mind going if she went to my grandmother's day centre) heads as she sat down listening to nearby whispers, but she didn't mind, she was used to it, most of her wardrobe was crammed with such things. The bus soon arrived in the centre of London.
The Leaky Cauldron was one of Hermione's favourite places, she usually would have stopped for a quick Butterbeer, but this time, she gave it a miss, she had shopping to do. As she walked through the passageway into Diagon Alley, she realised sadly that this was the last time that she would ever need to get her books for Hogwarts.
"Hermione!" a familiar sounding voice squealed. Ginny, Ron and Harry were standing by Quality Quidditch Supplies. "I love the hair!" Ginny had already ran over and was bantering on about something or other, but Hermione was concentrating on telling them one thing...
"You guys, I have an announcement to make," she declared solemnly. "I am Hogwart's newest head girl!"
Ron nodded, knowingly. "When did you get the letter?"
"You're not surprised?" Hermione was a little disappointed.
"Well, everybody knew that you were going to be one anyway, so..." Harry said. "Who's head boy?"
"Hang on, I have the letter here somewhere..." Hermione dug around in her bag, "Aha!" she scanned the letter to the very bottom. Her face fell.
"What, who is it?" Ginny enquired.
"Draco Malfoy." Everybody else burst out laughing. Although they weren't complete enemies any longer, Draco and the four of them were hardly friends. "It isn't funny! We have to share a bathroom!" This only caused fresh chortles to erupt.
"Yeah, I can see it now, putting tricks in eachother's beds, generally making a lot of noise, you hanging his underwear up in the Gryffindor common room for all to see!" Ron spluttered.
Just then, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle came walking around the corner. "What's going on?" Draco questioned.
"Have you by any chance received a letter from Hogwarts, perhaps saying that you were going to be head boy, maybe with a shiny badge?" Ginny was trying to keep a straight face, without succeeding.
"Yeah, so what?" he glared.
"Well, I think you need to read it with more care."
Draco pulled out his letter, and surveyed it. With a look of horror on his face, he managed to say, "Christ, Granger, we're sharing a bathroom!" Explosions of laughter erupted from the people in front of him. "Come on, you two. We're going to the post office to send an official complaint to Dumbledore". And with that, he marched off.
Four weeks later, Hermione found herself on the Hogwarts Express. It would be time to change into her robes soon, she realised, and swallowed yet another spinach flavoured 'Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans' without noticing, helpfully given to her by Ron.
"Hermione, it will be over in one second, you'll see," Harry tried to soothe her. "You remember all of the other years, don't you? That was over quickly enough. All that happens is Dumbledore says yours and Draco's names and you go to the front and get congratulated. That's all."
"You're right. I shouldn't be acting like this. Eugh, what was that you just gave me Ron? I should pull myself together, after all, a head girl shouldn't be worried about stuff like this." Hermione pointed the sleeve of her clothes and said, "millaramus!" and she was dressed in her Hogwarts uniform. She pinned her badge on.
Hermione was shaking as she entered the great hall, and although she had Harry and Ron behind her, whispering in a calming tone, she couldn't help wanting to turn back straight through the main entrance. She sat down gratefully at the Gryffindor table, the chair accepting her weight. But she couldn't stay relaxed for long; Dumbledore was about to call her name out. She felt like a first year just about to be sorted.
"I would like to introduce you to our new head boy and girl, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger." They both got out of their seats and made their way to the high table, as applause sounded across the hall among cheers. "And also to our prefects. Ginny Weasley, Melinda Attwood, George Parker and Jordan Brown."
Hermione was glad that it was finally over with, and breathed a sigh of relief as she sat back down after they were dismissed.
"Now all I would like to take this moment to say to the first years that the forest is of course forbidden, and that Mr Filch, our caretaker has added to his list of banned curses. If you would like to see which curses, have a look at the notice board in your common room. That is all, now you may eat!"
A cheer crept across the room as the plates in front of them filled up with food. "See, I told you, one second!" said Harry, a grin spread across his face.