Chapter 11: Houses and Crushes
"It seems we've been misinterpreted on part of a certain student's sorting. Ms. Granger, please come up to the stool." Hermione came out from a seat behind the professors' table. The crowd seemed to stop breathing.
The hat went on her head. The hat talked to her, "Wow, never seem to see someone who's been this much of a fighter. Not even that Malfoy kid. Hmm. No mercy!!"
Although he spoke, it was in her mind so it took only a second for the hat to decide. It opened its ripped opening, called a mouth, and screeched "SLYTHERIN IF THERE'S EVER BEEN ONE!!!"
The crowd definitely stopped breathing now. Harry had his fist in the porridge and Ron fell out of his chair. Suddenly a third-year Slytherin boy stood up and yelled to Dumbldore, "She can't be a Slytherin she's a muggle- born!"
Dumbledore came to life. "Actually, that is my second announcement. Ms. Granger is actually Ms. Mistagotha. You've surely heard of her. Last descendant of the most powerful witch in history, also a Seer. Seems she is a pureblood, to me." Dumbledore looked like he was feeling very bossy.
He added, "Everyone please get back to your breakfasts. Ms. Mistagotha, is that alright I call you that?" He didn't wait for a reply. " Go on and get to your table. Your belongings will be moved to Slytherin quarters immediately."
Hermione stood, placing the sorting hat on the stool. "Oh, and if I may say so, watch out for that porthole."
Hermione went red. He chuckled while the hall went to life. She walked over to the table. Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zambini waved her over to them. They scooted over. Hermione had her mouth hanging open.
"Blaise, nice to meet you. Oh, and I'm sure you've met Pansy. We're your new roommates." Blaise tucked a silky curl behind her ear. "Nice skirt. I've been dying to hem mine up too. Just haven't learned how, though. Can you teach me."
"S-s-sure." Hermione stuttered. Pansy gave her three croissants.
"These are the best. Only made for Slytherin." Hermione ate a bite of fluffy, buttery goodness.
"Mmm! So, uh, what's been happening since I was gone?" Hermione asked. The girls spilled their guts about everything, Slytherin and Gryffindor alike. When they were done all Hermione could mutter was, "Wow."
They swept outside the hall and into the dungeons.
"Um. Like, why were you out in the first place?" Pansy asked, jumping a trick step.
"Well," She explained everything during their walk in the dungeons. Hermione was interrupted while entering the classroom.
Draco had bumped into Hermione and said loudly, "Excuse me, Miss I-Don't- Wanna-Die-A-Virgin."
Hermione went red. "What was that about?" Blaise asked.
"Well, I thought I was dead so I yelled to him that I didn't want to die a- a-a-a virgin." Hermione was really red now. She explained the rest.
"Wow." They said in unison, all three. Then they simultaneously burst out laughing. Snape came in, looking almost cheerful. Almost.
"Get out your books. Take notes on chapter ten." He commanded, sitting at his desk, grading a poor third-year's paper. They did so.
In ten minutes Hermione felt a nudge at her elbow. Blaise and Pansy were smiling mischievously. Pansy got up and walked around the front of their desk carefully dropping a parchment on Hermione's book. She continued to blow her nose and sat down.
Hermione looked at the note. It read:
Now we know ur history. Wattabout ur crush? Top 3 please, in order of most wanted! -P & B
Hermione thought for a second, grinning slightly and biting the end of her quill.
She wrote:
Don't taunt me! Her it goes:
1D-d-draaacoo (Whoa, I just admitted that to myself. Saw him in my Sight the other day.) 2.Hmm, I'd say the new Ravenclaw chaser. What's his name? James C-sumthin?? 3.Maurice Splent (Slytherin 6th year, if you haven't noticed!)
Now it's ur turn. SPILL! -Mione
Hermione passed the paper nonchalantly to them while turning a page in her book. Pansy opened it and let out a yelp. Snape looked up.
"I f-f-forgot to feed my hamster! Oh, NO! Professor may I be excused?" Pansy collected her things. She winked at them and Blaise did the I-gotta- go-the-ladies-room routine. She looked at Hermione. She racked her head.
"Uh, excuse me, professor? I left my, um, personal candles in the Infirmary. May I please go to retrieve them?" Snape nodded, scowling.
"What was it!? Am I that sneeky with my crushes that you couldn't believe that?!" Hermione shouted at the top of her lungs. Although they were right outside the doors.
"No. Actually you are the most obvious girl in the world!" Pansy said.
"Yeah, I mean if D-" The door opened. Guess who? The devil himself.
"Now, now, ladies don't let me interrupt this conversation." Draco drawled. Hermione was pink. "Everyone couldn't help but here a little shout. Not that I could make it out, otherwise I would've kept eavesdropping."
"We-e w-were j-j-just talking about poor Pansy's hamster. He was dead." Hermione shouted.
"Pansy doesn't have a hamster." Draco smirked.
"Erm..." Blaise tried to figure up something. "We were not talking about Hermione's crush, that's for sure." Blaise put on a triumphant grin. Hermione whacked her on the head with her quill-case.
"OW!"
"Ugh. I've got to go." Hermione said. Then whispered, "Moaning Mrytle."
No one except Pansy heard. "Yeah, well, toodle-loo Draco." Once inside the lavatory the girls resumed their conversation.
"I was saying you gave Draco the ultimate hint. I mean you were about to die and what do you say? I don't wanna die a virgin. You say that to a guy and that is an ultimate hint!" Blaise said.
"I wasn't thinking." Hermione retorted.
"Soo, what'd you Dream of?" Pansy prodded.
"Well, I was," Hermione was rosy, "Iwashavingsexonsnapesdeskwithim!"
"Huh?" Blaise said.
"She ^said^ she was having sex with him on Snape's desk!" Pansy screeched.
"Shh!" Hermione pleaded. "I asked my grandma and she said I couldn't change fate, it happens."
"I'll make sure it happens." Pansy and Blaise said at the same time. The giggled and left the loo headed in the direction of the Great Hall.
"It seems we've been misinterpreted on part of a certain student's sorting. Ms. Granger, please come up to the stool." Hermione came out from a seat behind the professors' table. The crowd seemed to stop breathing.
The hat went on her head. The hat talked to her, "Wow, never seem to see someone who's been this much of a fighter. Not even that Malfoy kid. Hmm. No mercy!!"
Although he spoke, it was in her mind so it took only a second for the hat to decide. It opened its ripped opening, called a mouth, and screeched "SLYTHERIN IF THERE'S EVER BEEN ONE!!!"
The crowd definitely stopped breathing now. Harry had his fist in the porridge and Ron fell out of his chair. Suddenly a third-year Slytherin boy stood up and yelled to Dumbldore, "She can't be a Slytherin she's a muggle- born!"
Dumbledore came to life. "Actually, that is my second announcement. Ms. Granger is actually Ms. Mistagotha. You've surely heard of her. Last descendant of the most powerful witch in history, also a Seer. Seems she is a pureblood, to me." Dumbledore looked like he was feeling very bossy.
He added, "Everyone please get back to your breakfasts. Ms. Mistagotha, is that alright I call you that?" He didn't wait for a reply. " Go on and get to your table. Your belongings will be moved to Slytherin quarters immediately."
Hermione stood, placing the sorting hat on the stool. "Oh, and if I may say so, watch out for that porthole."
Hermione went red. He chuckled while the hall went to life. She walked over to the table. Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zambini waved her over to them. They scooted over. Hermione had her mouth hanging open.
"Blaise, nice to meet you. Oh, and I'm sure you've met Pansy. We're your new roommates." Blaise tucked a silky curl behind her ear. "Nice skirt. I've been dying to hem mine up too. Just haven't learned how, though. Can you teach me."
"S-s-sure." Hermione stuttered. Pansy gave her three croissants.
"These are the best. Only made for Slytherin." Hermione ate a bite of fluffy, buttery goodness.
"Mmm! So, uh, what's been happening since I was gone?" Hermione asked. The girls spilled their guts about everything, Slytherin and Gryffindor alike. When they were done all Hermione could mutter was, "Wow."
They swept outside the hall and into the dungeons.
"Um. Like, why were you out in the first place?" Pansy asked, jumping a trick step.
"Well," She explained everything during their walk in the dungeons. Hermione was interrupted while entering the classroom.
Draco had bumped into Hermione and said loudly, "Excuse me, Miss I-Don't- Wanna-Die-A-Virgin."
Hermione went red. "What was that about?" Blaise asked.
"Well, I thought I was dead so I yelled to him that I didn't want to die a- a-a-a virgin." Hermione was really red now. She explained the rest.
"Wow." They said in unison, all three. Then they simultaneously burst out laughing. Snape came in, looking almost cheerful. Almost.
"Get out your books. Take notes on chapter ten." He commanded, sitting at his desk, grading a poor third-year's paper. They did so.
In ten minutes Hermione felt a nudge at her elbow. Blaise and Pansy were smiling mischievously. Pansy got up and walked around the front of their desk carefully dropping a parchment on Hermione's book. She continued to blow her nose and sat down.
Hermione looked at the note. It read:
Now we know ur history. Wattabout ur crush? Top 3 please, in order of most wanted! -P & B
Hermione thought for a second, grinning slightly and biting the end of her quill.
She wrote:
Don't taunt me! Her it goes:
1D-d-draaacoo (Whoa, I just admitted that to myself. Saw him in my Sight the other day.) 2.Hmm, I'd say the new Ravenclaw chaser. What's his name? James C-sumthin?? 3.Maurice Splent (Slytherin 6th year, if you haven't noticed!)
Now it's ur turn. SPILL! -Mione
Hermione passed the paper nonchalantly to them while turning a page in her book. Pansy opened it and let out a yelp. Snape looked up.
"I f-f-forgot to feed my hamster! Oh, NO! Professor may I be excused?" Pansy collected her things. She winked at them and Blaise did the I-gotta- go-the-ladies-room routine. She looked at Hermione. She racked her head.
"Uh, excuse me, professor? I left my, um, personal candles in the Infirmary. May I please go to retrieve them?" Snape nodded, scowling.
"What was it!? Am I that sneeky with my crushes that you couldn't believe that?!" Hermione shouted at the top of her lungs. Although they were right outside the doors.
"No. Actually you are the most obvious girl in the world!" Pansy said.
"Yeah, I mean if D-" The door opened. Guess who? The devil himself.
"Now, now, ladies don't let me interrupt this conversation." Draco drawled. Hermione was pink. "Everyone couldn't help but here a little shout. Not that I could make it out, otherwise I would've kept eavesdropping."
"We-e w-were j-j-just talking about poor Pansy's hamster. He was dead." Hermione shouted.
"Pansy doesn't have a hamster." Draco smirked.
"Erm..." Blaise tried to figure up something. "We were not talking about Hermione's crush, that's for sure." Blaise put on a triumphant grin. Hermione whacked her on the head with her quill-case.
"OW!"
"Ugh. I've got to go." Hermione said. Then whispered, "Moaning Mrytle."
No one except Pansy heard. "Yeah, well, toodle-loo Draco." Once inside the lavatory the girls resumed their conversation.
"I was saying you gave Draco the ultimate hint. I mean you were about to die and what do you say? I don't wanna die a virgin. You say that to a guy and that is an ultimate hint!" Blaise said.
"I wasn't thinking." Hermione retorted.
"Soo, what'd you Dream of?" Pansy prodded.
"Well, I was," Hermione was rosy, "Iwashavingsexonsnapesdeskwithim!"
"Huh?" Blaise said.
"She ^said^ she was having sex with him on Snape's desk!" Pansy screeched.
"Shh!" Hermione pleaded. "I asked my grandma and she said I couldn't change fate, it happens."
"I'll make sure it happens." Pansy and Blaise said at the same time. The giggled and left the loo headed in the direction of the Great Hall.
