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The next morning, just before heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast, she wrote her mother and father a short letter about the news of her getting the part of Cinderella. After sending the letter with Harry's owl, Hermione got ready for the day. Underneath her black Hogwarts robe, she wore a black dress pants and a crisp white three quarter length top. She pulled her hair back into a tight bun, then grabbed her books and wand, and headed out to the Great Hall.
"Oi! Hermione! Me n' Harry were waiting for you!" Ron greeted his friends.
"Sorry you guys, I was writing a letter to my parents. I wanted to tell them the news," Hermione responded.
"Since when did you become excited about the play Hermione? I thought it was a waste of time?" Harry and Ron both waited for the reply.
"Well," Hermione turned slightly pink, "I thought maybe this could be fun." She looked down, somewhat embarassed, not saying another word, until breakfast was over. Together the famous trio headed to their first class, Care of Magical Creatures, with Slytherin. Malfoy walked in "fashionably late", stolling in like he was the only one worth something in the class.
"Your Prince arrives," Malfoy sneered as he's smug face turned to the Gryffindor crowd.They all shoot dirty glances at the other, until Hagrid started the class.
The day went rather quickly, until after lunch, when the Gryffindors had a double potions with the Slytherins in the dungeons. The seconds seemed like hours, the minutes like days, and the hours felt like weeks. Somehow it seemed as if the clock that hung in the back wall of Snape's class was bewitched into going slower than normal.
Finally, their two and a half hours with the Slytherins ended, Hermione ran so fast out of the classroom, if seemed as if she was flying.
"What is it the stoke of midnight already?" Malfoy called out loudly, the howls of his group falling behind him.
Hermione reached her room and put her books neatly into her bookself and threw off her robe. She knew that Harry and Ron would be going to quidditch practice, so she wanted some peace and quiet, studying her lines. She grabbed her script and walked to a small, private room in the back of the library. She closed the doors, and shut the blinds, ready to start. She muttered a short spell that brought the script to life, dangling in the air, leaving her hands free to act. After a few minutes of quickly reading her lines, she decided to try saying them aloud, with any expression she thought would work.
"A ball? Oh please step-mother, may I go to?" Hermione got into the mind of Cinderella. She continued to talk to herself, until dinner time arrived. She went down to the Great Hall, to see that neither Harry, Ron, or the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team was at the dinner table. She sat with Lavender and Parvati and talked to them about the play.
"You're so lucky Hermione!" Parvati squeeled with delight.
"Well, not really. You two have big parts as well!" Hermione smiled.
"Yeah, but we don't get to work opposite Draco," Parvati sighed, her large dark eyes had that dreamy look in them.
"Yeah," Lavender agreed. Hermione loved talking to Parvati and Lavender about the play, but this was going to far. Just then, the Slytherin prince walked in, with his two bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle, faithfully walking behind him. It seemed that just about every girl that he passed, fell at his feet.
"Argh," Hermione grunted.
' I hate him,' she thought to herself, as she got up and left the Great Hall. On her way out, she looked back, and caught the eye of Malfoy looking at her. Their eyes stayed locked for only seconds, but it seemed longer.
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Okay guys, what do you think so far? Don't forget to review! I luv getting reviews! You can even e-mail me: babyt_3@hotmail.com if you want to suggest anything! I always reply back if I use your ideas. So don't forget to review!
-Baby T
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The next morning, just before heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast, she wrote her mother and father a short letter about the news of her getting the part of Cinderella. After sending the letter with Harry's owl, Hermione got ready for the day. Underneath her black Hogwarts robe, she wore a black dress pants and a crisp white three quarter length top. She pulled her hair back into a tight bun, then grabbed her books and wand, and headed out to the Great Hall.
"Oi! Hermione! Me n' Harry were waiting for you!" Ron greeted his friends.
"Sorry you guys, I was writing a letter to my parents. I wanted to tell them the news," Hermione responded.
"Since when did you become excited about the play Hermione? I thought it was a waste of time?" Harry and Ron both waited for the reply.
"Well," Hermione turned slightly pink, "I thought maybe this could be fun." She looked down, somewhat embarassed, not saying another word, until breakfast was over. Together the famous trio headed to their first class, Care of Magical Creatures, with Slytherin. Malfoy walked in "fashionably late", stolling in like he was the only one worth something in the class.
"Your Prince arrives," Malfoy sneered as he's smug face turned to the Gryffindor crowd.They all shoot dirty glances at the other, until Hagrid started the class.
The day went rather quickly, until after lunch, when the Gryffindors had a double potions with the Slytherins in the dungeons. The seconds seemed like hours, the minutes like days, and the hours felt like weeks. Somehow it seemed as if the clock that hung in the back wall of Snape's class was bewitched into going slower than normal.
Finally, their two and a half hours with the Slytherins ended, Hermione ran so fast out of the classroom, if seemed as if she was flying.
"What is it the stoke of midnight already?" Malfoy called out loudly, the howls of his group falling behind him.
Hermione reached her room and put her books neatly into her bookself and threw off her robe. She knew that Harry and Ron would be going to quidditch practice, so she wanted some peace and quiet, studying her lines. She grabbed her script and walked to a small, private room in the back of the library. She closed the doors, and shut the blinds, ready to start. She muttered a short spell that brought the script to life, dangling in the air, leaving her hands free to act. After a few minutes of quickly reading her lines, she decided to try saying them aloud, with any expression she thought would work.
"A ball? Oh please step-mother, may I go to?" Hermione got into the mind of Cinderella. She continued to talk to herself, until dinner time arrived. She went down to the Great Hall, to see that neither Harry, Ron, or the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team was at the dinner table. She sat with Lavender and Parvati and talked to them about the play.
"You're so lucky Hermione!" Parvati squeeled with delight.
"Well, not really. You two have big parts as well!" Hermione smiled.
"Yeah, but we don't get to work opposite Draco," Parvati sighed, her large dark eyes had that dreamy look in them.
"Yeah," Lavender agreed. Hermione loved talking to Parvati and Lavender about the play, but this was going to far. Just then, the Slytherin prince walked in, with his two bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle, faithfully walking behind him. It seemed that just about every girl that he passed, fell at his feet.
"Argh," Hermione grunted.
' I hate him,' she thought to herself, as she got up and left the Great Hall. On her way out, she looked back, and caught the eye of Malfoy looking at her. Their eyes stayed locked for only seconds, but it seemed longer.
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Okay guys, what do you think so far? Don't forget to review! I luv getting reviews! You can even e-mail me: babyt_3@hotmail.com if you want to suggest anything! I always reply back if I use your ideas. So don't forget to review!
-Baby T