Good lord, I can't BELIEVE it's been so long since I last updated this
story. I just kind of forgot about it. I hope I still have all the people
that were reading it before. Ahh no more reviews! * Scary thought * Anyway,
this chapter will probably suck :-\, but oh well. Enjoy!
Chapter 7-
Hermione glanced back down at her hands, while James kept talking. She tried hard to keep her mind on the boy in front of her, but it just wasn't working. Of course, you should know exactly whom Hermione's thoughts were trained on. The blonde Draco, that now seemed so far away, filled her mind. When she looked at James, she saw Draco. When she looked down at the writing on her beloved books, she only thought of his voice. It tore at her heart, at her soul. She couldn't help but think if there wasn't a Voldermort, Draco would still be alive. She just kept at it. Again, and again. If she hadn't made Dumbledore take her with him to Draco's mansion, he might still be alive, and Hermione wouldn't be stuck back in who-knows- where.
Hermione stared off in space, a tad bit of water reaching the brim of her eyes.
"Hermione?" she felt a hand on her arm, and quickly shook her head.
"Sorry. Spacing off there wasn't I?" she laughed nervously, swiping away the tear.
"Yeah, you were, but hey, doesn't everyone?" James smiled.
No not really, Hermione thought annoyed at her self.
"So- -" But before James could say anything else, the library clock caught his eye. "Hell, class starts in 10 minutes! Oh well, I'll see you in Potions later!" Quickly picking up his books, and waving good-bye to Hermione, James dashed out of the library.
After James was out of sight, shivered. Just thinking about Potions made her sick. The Potions master, a witch with brown, mousy hair, and black eyes, was just as bad as her former Potions master, Severus Snape, if not worse. If you dared to even ask Professor Levi a question, you were risking your House at least 50 points.
Hermione sighed, telling herself to not think about the Professor, and gathering up her books, trudged off to Professor Binns' classroom.
"I hate that class," Lily said disgustingly, slamming her book- bag down on her desk.
Hermione laughed. "Mr. Binns is pretty boring I guess."
"Boring? BORING! He's only maybe 10 times worse than that."
Lily's dramatic outburst was causing many strange looks from the other students in Professor McGonagall's class.
"I mean, who REALLY cares about something that happened a 100 years ago? It was just a few little wars." Lily whispered, exasperated.
"Well, history can repeat itself. That's why we have to be ready for it." Hermione said matter-of-factly, pulling out her books.
Lily just stared. "Now, where are you from again?"
"The future. I know everything that's going to happen." Hermione laughed jokingly.
Lily laughed. "Yeah, okay. Just a little crazy there aren't we?"
A much younger Professor McGonagall walked in the next second, and the class quieted down. Her hair was now a pure brown, the gray gone, and her eyes seemed brighter, with the lack of wrinkles that used the sprinkle her face.
"Settle down." The Professor looked sharply at a group of Slytherins making a ruckus in the back of the room. "Settle down!"
Finally, they stopped talking, and watched her lazily. It seemed as if she was about to take points off, but she continued on her lesson.
"Today, we are going to turn a leaf into a quill. This won't be too difficult, so- -"
Hermione pushed the Professor's voice out of her mind. She had already done this particular spell before, and was sure she still remembered how. She sighed, and thought of different things. How was she supposed the get back? The time turner had disappeared! Hermione desperately searched her memory for any wisp of the last time that she had seen the time turner.
I had gotten here, then heard Severus and Draco- - No, Lucious talking. Then Hagrid came along. I just don't see how I could have lost it. Unless someone, or something, took it. The thoughts flitted through her mind, trying to find any excuse for the lost item.
"Miss, uh, Granger?" Professor McGonagall's voice rang out through her thoughts. She looked up, half- expecting it to be the McGonagall she remembered so well, but it wasn't, there were no gray streaks there.
"Erm, yes Professor?" Hermione spoke softly.
"I asked you to show us how much you have learned from your old school. Can you turn the leaf into a pencil?" She asked sternly. It was most obvious she expected Hermione to fail.
Hermione almost smiled to her self, and lazily waved her wand. "Pencilomo" As expected, the leaf formed into a perfect quill.
Professor McGonagall nodded approvingly. "Very well, indeed. Fifteen points to Gryffindor."
There was a rustle of pleasure on the Gryffindor side. Hermione felt the smile creeping upon her lips, and Lily gave her a thumbs up. So far, so good.
-- Lunch --
"For a new student you sure are learning fast. You knew every question Professor Levi threw at you! She always seems to try and trip up the new students you know."
Hermione had succeeded in surviving her Potions class, and was feeling extremely renewed. Professor Levi had tried to confuse Hermione with questions that didn't have truth to them at all! One particularly ridiculous question she recalled quite well.
"Miss Granger." The old professor sneered. "Tell me, why is it Grindylow blood can't be used in a Potion to revive an unconscious person from their sleep?"
Hermione looked straight back into her eyes. "Grindylows have no blood ma'am. It is more of a slime- -" (Ha! I made that up, so yeah.)
"We need no explanations from you, Miss Granger!" She interrupted angrily. "Ten points from Gryffindor for being a smart- alec."
Now, looking up at the Great Table, where a disgruntled Professor Levi was sitting, Hermione outright grinned at the memory. Who cares if she lost a few points? She was used to it anyway, and it was a bonus to get under the skin of a professor like Levi.
Things weren't so different from when she were back with Harry and Ron. She was still the smartest girl, out of almost every grade, and already found a new friend. It also helped that Lily was much like Harry. Then her thoughts turned to Harry and Ron. Even if they left on a bad footing, she still missed them.
"Ah, hello James." Lily smiled, then smiled even wider as Remus walked up.
"Hey, go Hermione with ticking off Professor Levi. That was great. Especially with all those trick questions she was throwing at you."
Hermione merely grinned. Much like Snape, she thought to herself.
Remus and Lily seemed to be having a conversation of their own, so Hermione focused her attention on James, and the new arrival, Sirius.
The black- haired, rather good- looking boy stuck out his hand, and smiled ruefully. "I don't suppose we have met properly. I'm Sirius Black."
Hermione smiled back, and shook his hand. "Hermione Granger."
He held her hand for a moment, before an amused James started teasing them. "Tick, tock, tick, tock. Never thought handshakes could last that long."
Hermione blushed, and let go of his hand, while Sirius laughed. "All right Potter, quit being a prat."
James grinned, before his attention was drawn to the Ravenclaw table. It seemed as if he were right when he said everyone spaces off. Following his gaze, Hermione found a pretty blonde, talking animatedly with her friend.
"We lost him I'm afraid," Sirius said, waving his hand in front of James' face. He looked over at the Ravenclaw table, then back at Hermione.
"That's Julie Smithers. James has had it for her for almost a year. Rather pathetic I must say." He chomped into a piece of roast beef. "Mmm, thatsh good."
Hermione laughed. "Didn't your mother every tell you not to talk with your mouth full?" She shook her fork at him playfully.
"Nope." Sirius took large bite from his mashed potatoes.
Hermione shook her head, and then getting annoyed with the quiet James, poked him with her fork.
"Hey!" James rubbed his arm where 4 little red dots were appearing. "You could just, tap me or something."
Hermione gave a lopsided grin. "Couldn't help myself. Besides, you were drooling."
Sirius laughed. "You were James. Your lucky Hermione did something about it before your beloved Julie saw." He drew out the name Julie in a teasing way.
"Whatever," James muttered, finishing his meal. "I'll talk to you both later okay?"
"Bye." They both said in unison. Remus and Lily also left. To get something from their dorm, Lily had said.
That's a likely story, Hermione smiled to herself.
"So, your going to the Valentine's dance tomorrow night right?" Sirius broke the silence.
"Yeah, I don't have dress robes or anything though." Hermione trailed off, while Sirius shrugged.
"There's a Hogsmeade trip tomorrow morning. That's when most of the girls were talking about going. You can probably go with Lily."
Hermione looked thoughtful. "Yeah, that sounds good."
"So, save me a few dances then?" Sirius said, looking hopeful.
Hermione was surprised, but grinned. "Sure."
For that one minute, she did not see, or think about Draco, but the black headed boy in front of her.
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Whoa, I'm praying I get reviews. Yeah, I know this chapter sucked, but I didn't know what else to write about. (Teehee) Anyway, the next chapter will be better! I hope :-\ =)
Chapter 7-
Hermione glanced back down at her hands, while James kept talking. She tried hard to keep her mind on the boy in front of her, but it just wasn't working. Of course, you should know exactly whom Hermione's thoughts were trained on. The blonde Draco, that now seemed so far away, filled her mind. When she looked at James, she saw Draco. When she looked down at the writing on her beloved books, she only thought of his voice. It tore at her heart, at her soul. She couldn't help but think if there wasn't a Voldermort, Draco would still be alive. She just kept at it. Again, and again. If she hadn't made Dumbledore take her with him to Draco's mansion, he might still be alive, and Hermione wouldn't be stuck back in who-knows- where.
Hermione stared off in space, a tad bit of water reaching the brim of her eyes.
"Hermione?" she felt a hand on her arm, and quickly shook her head.
"Sorry. Spacing off there wasn't I?" she laughed nervously, swiping away the tear.
"Yeah, you were, but hey, doesn't everyone?" James smiled.
No not really, Hermione thought annoyed at her self.
"So- -" But before James could say anything else, the library clock caught his eye. "Hell, class starts in 10 minutes! Oh well, I'll see you in Potions later!" Quickly picking up his books, and waving good-bye to Hermione, James dashed out of the library.
After James was out of sight, shivered. Just thinking about Potions made her sick. The Potions master, a witch with brown, mousy hair, and black eyes, was just as bad as her former Potions master, Severus Snape, if not worse. If you dared to even ask Professor Levi a question, you were risking your House at least 50 points.
Hermione sighed, telling herself to not think about the Professor, and gathering up her books, trudged off to Professor Binns' classroom.
"I hate that class," Lily said disgustingly, slamming her book- bag down on her desk.
Hermione laughed. "Mr. Binns is pretty boring I guess."
"Boring? BORING! He's only maybe 10 times worse than that."
Lily's dramatic outburst was causing many strange looks from the other students in Professor McGonagall's class.
"I mean, who REALLY cares about something that happened a 100 years ago? It was just a few little wars." Lily whispered, exasperated.
"Well, history can repeat itself. That's why we have to be ready for it." Hermione said matter-of-factly, pulling out her books.
Lily just stared. "Now, where are you from again?"
"The future. I know everything that's going to happen." Hermione laughed jokingly.
Lily laughed. "Yeah, okay. Just a little crazy there aren't we?"
A much younger Professor McGonagall walked in the next second, and the class quieted down. Her hair was now a pure brown, the gray gone, and her eyes seemed brighter, with the lack of wrinkles that used the sprinkle her face.
"Settle down." The Professor looked sharply at a group of Slytherins making a ruckus in the back of the room. "Settle down!"
Finally, they stopped talking, and watched her lazily. It seemed as if she was about to take points off, but she continued on her lesson.
"Today, we are going to turn a leaf into a quill. This won't be too difficult, so- -"
Hermione pushed the Professor's voice out of her mind. She had already done this particular spell before, and was sure she still remembered how. She sighed, and thought of different things. How was she supposed the get back? The time turner had disappeared! Hermione desperately searched her memory for any wisp of the last time that she had seen the time turner.
I had gotten here, then heard Severus and Draco- - No, Lucious talking. Then Hagrid came along. I just don't see how I could have lost it. Unless someone, or something, took it. The thoughts flitted through her mind, trying to find any excuse for the lost item.
"Miss, uh, Granger?" Professor McGonagall's voice rang out through her thoughts. She looked up, half- expecting it to be the McGonagall she remembered so well, but it wasn't, there were no gray streaks there.
"Erm, yes Professor?" Hermione spoke softly.
"I asked you to show us how much you have learned from your old school. Can you turn the leaf into a pencil?" She asked sternly. It was most obvious she expected Hermione to fail.
Hermione almost smiled to her self, and lazily waved her wand. "Pencilomo" As expected, the leaf formed into a perfect quill.
Professor McGonagall nodded approvingly. "Very well, indeed. Fifteen points to Gryffindor."
There was a rustle of pleasure on the Gryffindor side. Hermione felt the smile creeping upon her lips, and Lily gave her a thumbs up. So far, so good.
-- Lunch --
"For a new student you sure are learning fast. You knew every question Professor Levi threw at you! She always seems to try and trip up the new students you know."
Hermione had succeeded in surviving her Potions class, and was feeling extremely renewed. Professor Levi had tried to confuse Hermione with questions that didn't have truth to them at all! One particularly ridiculous question she recalled quite well.
"Miss Granger." The old professor sneered. "Tell me, why is it Grindylow blood can't be used in a Potion to revive an unconscious person from their sleep?"
Hermione looked straight back into her eyes. "Grindylows have no blood ma'am. It is more of a slime- -" (Ha! I made that up, so yeah.)
"We need no explanations from you, Miss Granger!" She interrupted angrily. "Ten points from Gryffindor for being a smart- alec."
Now, looking up at the Great Table, where a disgruntled Professor Levi was sitting, Hermione outright grinned at the memory. Who cares if she lost a few points? She was used to it anyway, and it was a bonus to get under the skin of a professor like Levi.
Things weren't so different from when she were back with Harry and Ron. She was still the smartest girl, out of almost every grade, and already found a new friend. It also helped that Lily was much like Harry. Then her thoughts turned to Harry and Ron. Even if they left on a bad footing, she still missed them.
"Ah, hello James." Lily smiled, then smiled even wider as Remus walked up.
"Hey, go Hermione with ticking off Professor Levi. That was great. Especially with all those trick questions she was throwing at you."
Hermione merely grinned. Much like Snape, she thought to herself.
Remus and Lily seemed to be having a conversation of their own, so Hermione focused her attention on James, and the new arrival, Sirius.
The black- haired, rather good- looking boy stuck out his hand, and smiled ruefully. "I don't suppose we have met properly. I'm Sirius Black."
Hermione smiled back, and shook his hand. "Hermione Granger."
He held her hand for a moment, before an amused James started teasing them. "Tick, tock, tick, tock. Never thought handshakes could last that long."
Hermione blushed, and let go of his hand, while Sirius laughed. "All right Potter, quit being a prat."
James grinned, before his attention was drawn to the Ravenclaw table. It seemed as if he were right when he said everyone spaces off. Following his gaze, Hermione found a pretty blonde, talking animatedly with her friend.
"We lost him I'm afraid," Sirius said, waving his hand in front of James' face. He looked over at the Ravenclaw table, then back at Hermione.
"That's Julie Smithers. James has had it for her for almost a year. Rather pathetic I must say." He chomped into a piece of roast beef. "Mmm, thatsh good."
Hermione laughed. "Didn't your mother every tell you not to talk with your mouth full?" She shook her fork at him playfully.
"Nope." Sirius took large bite from his mashed potatoes.
Hermione shook her head, and then getting annoyed with the quiet James, poked him with her fork.
"Hey!" James rubbed his arm where 4 little red dots were appearing. "You could just, tap me or something."
Hermione gave a lopsided grin. "Couldn't help myself. Besides, you were drooling."
Sirius laughed. "You were James. Your lucky Hermione did something about it before your beloved Julie saw." He drew out the name Julie in a teasing way.
"Whatever," James muttered, finishing his meal. "I'll talk to you both later okay?"
"Bye." They both said in unison. Remus and Lily also left. To get something from their dorm, Lily had said.
That's a likely story, Hermione smiled to herself.
"So, your going to the Valentine's dance tomorrow night right?" Sirius broke the silence.
"Yeah, I don't have dress robes or anything though." Hermione trailed off, while Sirius shrugged.
"There's a Hogsmeade trip tomorrow morning. That's when most of the girls were talking about going. You can probably go with Lily."
Hermione looked thoughtful. "Yeah, that sounds good."
"So, save me a few dances then?" Sirius said, looking hopeful.
Hermione was surprised, but grinned. "Sure."
For that one minute, she did not see, or think about Draco, but the black headed boy in front of her.
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Whoa, I'm praying I get reviews. Yeah, I know this chapter sucked, but I didn't know what else to write about. (Teehee) Anyway, the next chapter will be better! I hope :-\ =)