A lot of peoples said Gryffindor. Hmm, more like 2 or 3 lol. But anyway, I
dunno which house to put her in, so I'm just gonna do eenie- meenie- minie-
mo or something. Anyway, here's chapter 5!
Chapter 5
Hermione trudged through the halls looking her feet. Professor Dumbledore talked of various rules, and Hermione felt like yelling she already knew them. He let her into his office, him following close. Silently, Hermione sat in a chair, and Dumbledore say at his desk.
"So, what house were you in before this interesting mishap?" He asked, writing on a piece of parchment.
"Gryffindor." Hermione said softly. Her mind was still racing with thoughts of her predicament.
I could help everyone, she told her self. I can tell everyone about Riddle and get him thrown into Azkaban. But what if no one believed me? I can at least tell the Headmaster.
"Ah yes, I figured." He nodded. "Potter talked about a pretty, curly- haired girl when he was here." (Remember this was a while ago before him and Hermione had their problems)
Surprised, Hermione looked up quickly, a tinge of pink flourishing on her face. "Yes well, that was a long time ago." She paused. "Professor, did Harry tell you about- - well dark things, and terrible massacres that were going to happen in the future?"
It was Dumbledore's turn to be surprised. "He told me some hints, but I flat-out refused to hear the rest. I want things to happen as they should." He looked at Hermione. "Yet, you are here to stay it seems. You can probably stop anything from happening, but I don't know if you should."
Hermione nodded slowly, not looking at him. I CAN stop anything from happening, she thought. Anything, from Lord Voldermort, to what we have for dinner. Well maybe not dinner, but in terms with Lord Voldermort, yes.
"Here you go." Dumbledore handed Hermione a couple of blankets and a nightshirt. "You can sleep in this extra room. The term has already started, but it's only been a couple of weeks. You should fit in nicely."
Dumbledore then left her to sleep.
Hermione sat up yawning, yesterday's events flooding to her mind. Today was- - Sunday? She rubbed her forehead, and breathed deeply. This was going to be hard. She pulled on her muggle clothing she had on the day before, leaving the Gryffindor cloak off. People might wonder why she already had one.
Tiredly, Hermione walked to Dumbledore's office, said the password, and trudged through the halls. Dumbledore was sitting at his large desk, his phoenix on his shoulder. When he heard Hermione, he lifted his head.
"Hello Hermione." He stood up, much to the displeasure of the phoenix. "I expect you slept well?"
"I slept fine, thank-you." Hermione said, sitting down. "I was wondering when I'll be able to settle in a house?" "Hmm." Dumbledore shifted through papers. "Let me fine that thing. Now where did it go?"
He looked through his desk, then through shelves, finally pulling out a ragged, old wizard's hat.
"Here we are." He said, walking over to Hermione. "I'm sure you recognize this very well."
Dumbledore set the hat on top of Hermione's head. Immediately she heard a voice.
"Intelligent. Definitely intelligent, afraid of heights eh? Hmm. You are brave. Not afraid of much. But yet, there is a troubling, sad past, and a worried present. You would fit in well with the Slytherins. You could make a difference." There was a pause. "Yet, you would also work well as a Gryffindor."
Hermione had no idea what to think. She could change her own house if she was forceful enough. She almost wanted to be in Slytherin, but then she would be in the same house as Draco's father, and Snape at that. Hermione's thoughts were running, and she was sure the hat was listening to them.
"I want to be in Gryffindor." she told the hat.
"Ah, yes." It whispered. Before Hermione could say anything, the hat made its decision. It yelled out a booming " Gryffindor" to the satisfaction of both Hermione, and Dumbledore.
"That's very well then." Dumbeldore said. "I'll send up uniforms to your dorm. 5th year I presume?"
"Yes." Hermione said. She was relieved that she was in Gryffindor. If she had been in Slytherin, she just might've strangled Draco's father.
Dumbledore nodded. "Breakfast is being served right now. If you want, you can go ahead down. Or you may wait for me, and I'll introduce you later, maybe at dinner or lunch."
Hermione decided she'd rather not just walk up to the Gryffindor table without Dumbledore saying she was in it himself. Hermione was feeling rather shy. Instead, of going down to the Great Hall, Dumbledore gave her a plate, and whatever Hermione wanted to eat, appeared. She sat in silence, thoughts running through her mind. She thought mainly of Draco. His eyes, his lips. Hermione shivered. His kiss. She sat down on the couch that was placed in front of the fireplace. Lying back, she closed her eyes.
"What do I do?" she muttered. "I miss him so much. There's got to be a way for me to get back to Draco." Her heart was hurting.
She could feel her heart telling her to cry. She hadn't cried much. A few tears were dropped from dreams. Then of course that talk with Ginny. Sighing, she turned on her side, and fell asleep.
It rang through the air, her laughter. Draco pulled her closer, and kissed her. Sweet and slow, his tongue found it's way into her mouth. They were lying on the grass, in an open field. Flowers of all sorts, pansies, bluebonnets, sunflowers, daffodils, surrounded them. Suddenly, the clear blue sky turned dark, and stormy. There were screams of cold laughter; flashes of light crossed the sky. Then he appeared, the man that had taken away Draco's life. He stood there, looming over Hermione and Draco. His wand began to rise.
"Hermione." A voice called. "HERMIONE!"
"Draco?" Hermione opened her eyes, coming face to face with Professor Dumbledore.
"Miss Granger." Dumbledore said. "You had me worried for a while. You've been asleep for the past four hours. Are you feeling well?"
Hermione sat up abruptly. "Yes, yes I'm fine. Is it almost time for dinner?" Her stomach rumbled after the question was asked. Hermione felt a small blush come to her face.
Dumbeldore smiled. "Yes, come along and we can present you to your new classmates."
Hermione looked down at her wrinkly clothes, pulled her wand out and fixed them quickly.
The two walked down the halls toward the Great Hall.
"Are you ready Miss Hermione?" Dumbeldore asked softly.
"Yes. As ready as I'll ever be." She answered, and Dumbledore opened one of the giant doors.
A soft silence filled the hall as the many students saw Dumbeldore walk in. Hermione felt her face getting hot, so she kept her head down most of the endless walk.
Finally, they made it to the Head Table, and Dumbledore stood at the top.
Immediately any extra on-going conversations were abruptly shushed.
"Hello students. Tonight is a special night. We have a new student that will be joining in our daily schedules." Dumbeldore motioned toward Hermione. "This is Hermione Granger. She should be welcomed by everyone as if she's been going here since the first day of the term."
A small arousal of clapping filled the air. Hermione felt like she was a first year again. In some ways she WAS. After the clapping subsided stopped, Dumbledore continued.
"Miss Granger has already been sorted into the appropriate house, and she will be residing in the Gryffindor House." He said.
Now there was an even louder cheer coming from the Gryffindor table. Immediately, Hermione felt like smiling.
"That is all." Dumbledore finished. To Hermione though, he said. "I was you to sit with the table right now. Is that okay?"
Hermione nodded, and made her way down to the new friends she would be making. Looking over at the Slytherin table, she noticed the boy she'd seen earlier. The silver-blonde hair flashed in the light. It must be Draco's father, she thought to herself.
Finding a seat next to a redheaded boy, and a brunette girl.
The girl turned to her, smiling. "Hi! I'm Lily."
"Hi, I'm Hermione." Hermione said, shaking the girl's hand.
"I can't wait to become friends!" she said excitedly. "All of my friends are boys at the moment. Most girls are too stuck up for me, but you seem different."
Hermione smiled. "Neither can I. So who're your friends?"
Lily flicked her hand over at a couple of boys. "The Marauders is what they call themselves." She said with an annoyed voice. "Always getting into trouble those four."
Hermione looked over at the four boys. Her eyes widened as she saw an exact replica of Harry Potter. Then her eyes came to Sirius Black, a black-headed boy. He looked so young! Her eyes then moved to a cute brown-headed boy. Who can that be? No, not, REMUS? Hermione felt like laughing, but immediately stopped after her gaze fell on Peter Pettigrew. She felt like going right over there, and slapping him, but Lily began talking again.
"Yeah, they're all rather cute, with an exception to the redheaded one. He'd a little, how shall I say, Kooky?" Lily giggled.
Hermione looked at her. "Do you fancy one?"
Lily blushed. "Yes, well. I kind of fancy Remus. BUT YOU CAN'T TELL."
Inside she was surprised, but Hermione smiled anyway. "I wouldn't dare." They laughed again, and talked of other various things.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. But even as she thought this, Draco's face remained in her mind.
Chapter 5
Hermione trudged through the halls looking her feet. Professor Dumbledore talked of various rules, and Hermione felt like yelling she already knew them. He let her into his office, him following close. Silently, Hermione sat in a chair, and Dumbledore say at his desk.
"So, what house were you in before this interesting mishap?" He asked, writing on a piece of parchment.
"Gryffindor." Hermione said softly. Her mind was still racing with thoughts of her predicament.
I could help everyone, she told her self. I can tell everyone about Riddle and get him thrown into Azkaban. But what if no one believed me? I can at least tell the Headmaster.
"Ah yes, I figured." He nodded. "Potter talked about a pretty, curly- haired girl when he was here." (Remember this was a while ago before him and Hermione had their problems)
Surprised, Hermione looked up quickly, a tinge of pink flourishing on her face. "Yes well, that was a long time ago." She paused. "Professor, did Harry tell you about- - well dark things, and terrible massacres that were going to happen in the future?"
It was Dumbledore's turn to be surprised. "He told me some hints, but I flat-out refused to hear the rest. I want things to happen as they should." He looked at Hermione. "Yet, you are here to stay it seems. You can probably stop anything from happening, but I don't know if you should."
Hermione nodded slowly, not looking at him. I CAN stop anything from happening, she thought. Anything, from Lord Voldermort, to what we have for dinner. Well maybe not dinner, but in terms with Lord Voldermort, yes.
"Here you go." Dumbledore handed Hermione a couple of blankets and a nightshirt. "You can sleep in this extra room. The term has already started, but it's only been a couple of weeks. You should fit in nicely."
Dumbledore then left her to sleep.
Hermione sat up yawning, yesterday's events flooding to her mind. Today was- - Sunday? She rubbed her forehead, and breathed deeply. This was going to be hard. She pulled on her muggle clothing she had on the day before, leaving the Gryffindor cloak off. People might wonder why she already had one.
Tiredly, Hermione walked to Dumbledore's office, said the password, and trudged through the halls. Dumbledore was sitting at his large desk, his phoenix on his shoulder. When he heard Hermione, he lifted his head.
"Hello Hermione." He stood up, much to the displeasure of the phoenix. "I expect you slept well?"
"I slept fine, thank-you." Hermione said, sitting down. "I was wondering when I'll be able to settle in a house?" "Hmm." Dumbledore shifted through papers. "Let me fine that thing. Now where did it go?"
He looked through his desk, then through shelves, finally pulling out a ragged, old wizard's hat.
"Here we are." He said, walking over to Hermione. "I'm sure you recognize this very well."
Dumbledore set the hat on top of Hermione's head. Immediately she heard a voice.
"Intelligent. Definitely intelligent, afraid of heights eh? Hmm. You are brave. Not afraid of much. But yet, there is a troubling, sad past, and a worried present. You would fit in well with the Slytherins. You could make a difference." There was a pause. "Yet, you would also work well as a Gryffindor."
Hermione had no idea what to think. She could change her own house if she was forceful enough. She almost wanted to be in Slytherin, but then she would be in the same house as Draco's father, and Snape at that. Hermione's thoughts were running, and she was sure the hat was listening to them.
"I want to be in Gryffindor." she told the hat.
"Ah, yes." It whispered. Before Hermione could say anything, the hat made its decision. It yelled out a booming " Gryffindor" to the satisfaction of both Hermione, and Dumbledore.
"That's very well then." Dumbeldore said. "I'll send up uniforms to your dorm. 5th year I presume?"
"Yes." Hermione said. She was relieved that she was in Gryffindor. If she had been in Slytherin, she just might've strangled Draco's father.
Dumbledore nodded. "Breakfast is being served right now. If you want, you can go ahead down. Or you may wait for me, and I'll introduce you later, maybe at dinner or lunch."
Hermione decided she'd rather not just walk up to the Gryffindor table without Dumbledore saying she was in it himself. Hermione was feeling rather shy. Instead, of going down to the Great Hall, Dumbledore gave her a plate, and whatever Hermione wanted to eat, appeared. She sat in silence, thoughts running through her mind. She thought mainly of Draco. His eyes, his lips. Hermione shivered. His kiss. She sat down on the couch that was placed in front of the fireplace. Lying back, she closed her eyes.
"What do I do?" she muttered. "I miss him so much. There's got to be a way for me to get back to Draco." Her heart was hurting.
She could feel her heart telling her to cry. She hadn't cried much. A few tears were dropped from dreams. Then of course that talk with Ginny. Sighing, she turned on her side, and fell asleep.
It rang through the air, her laughter. Draco pulled her closer, and kissed her. Sweet and slow, his tongue found it's way into her mouth. They were lying on the grass, in an open field. Flowers of all sorts, pansies, bluebonnets, sunflowers, daffodils, surrounded them. Suddenly, the clear blue sky turned dark, and stormy. There were screams of cold laughter; flashes of light crossed the sky. Then he appeared, the man that had taken away Draco's life. He stood there, looming over Hermione and Draco. His wand began to rise.
"Hermione." A voice called. "HERMIONE!"
"Draco?" Hermione opened her eyes, coming face to face with Professor Dumbledore.
"Miss Granger." Dumbledore said. "You had me worried for a while. You've been asleep for the past four hours. Are you feeling well?"
Hermione sat up abruptly. "Yes, yes I'm fine. Is it almost time for dinner?" Her stomach rumbled after the question was asked. Hermione felt a small blush come to her face.
Dumbeldore smiled. "Yes, come along and we can present you to your new classmates."
Hermione looked down at her wrinkly clothes, pulled her wand out and fixed them quickly.
The two walked down the halls toward the Great Hall.
"Are you ready Miss Hermione?" Dumbeldore asked softly.
"Yes. As ready as I'll ever be." She answered, and Dumbledore opened one of the giant doors.
A soft silence filled the hall as the many students saw Dumbeldore walk in. Hermione felt her face getting hot, so she kept her head down most of the endless walk.
Finally, they made it to the Head Table, and Dumbledore stood at the top.
Immediately any extra on-going conversations were abruptly shushed.
"Hello students. Tonight is a special night. We have a new student that will be joining in our daily schedules." Dumbeldore motioned toward Hermione. "This is Hermione Granger. She should be welcomed by everyone as if she's been going here since the first day of the term."
A small arousal of clapping filled the air. Hermione felt like she was a first year again. In some ways she WAS. After the clapping subsided stopped, Dumbledore continued.
"Miss Granger has already been sorted into the appropriate house, and she will be residing in the Gryffindor House." He said.
Now there was an even louder cheer coming from the Gryffindor table. Immediately, Hermione felt like smiling.
"That is all." Dumbledore finished. To Hermione though, he said. "I was you to sit with the table right now. Is that okay?"
Hermione nodded, and made her way down to the new friends she would be making. Looking over at the Slytherin table, she noticed the boy she'd seen earlier. The silver-blonde hair flashed in the light. It must be Draco's father, she thought to herself.
Finding a seat next to a redheaded boy, and a brunette girl.
The girl turned to her, smiling. "Hi! I'm Lily."
"Hi, I'm Hermione." Hermione said, shaking the girl's hand.
"I can't wait to become friends!" she said excitedly. "All of my friends are boys at the moment. Most girls are too stuck up for me, but you seem different."
Hermione smiled. "Neither can I. So who're your friends?"
Lily flicked her hand over at a couple of boys. "The Marauders is what they call themselves." She said with an annoyed voice. "Always getting into trouble those four."
Hermione looked over at the four boys. Her eyes widened as she saw an exact replica of Harry Potter. Then her eyes came to Sirius Black, a black-headed boy. He looked so young! Her eyes then moved to a cute brown-headed boy. Who can that be? No, not, REMUS? Hermione felt like laughing, but immediately stopped after her gaze fell on Peter Pettigrew. She felt like going right over there, and slapping him, but Lily began talking again.
"Yeah, they're all rather cute, with an exception to the redheaded one. He'd a little, how shall I say, Kooky?" Lily giggled.
Hermione looked at her. "Do you fancy one?"
Lily blushed. "Yes, well. I kind of fancy Remus. BUT YOU CAN'T TELL."
Inside she was surprised, but Hermione smiled anyway. "I wouldn't dare." They laughed again, and talked of other various things.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. But even as she thought this, Draco's face remained in her mind.