All right, I forgot this for the last chapter, but . . . better late than
never!
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter! If I did, I would be driving a Lamborghini and dating Elijah Wood. Not happening. J.K. Rowling owns all this, the lucky woman.
Thanks to the people who reviewed! I can't believe you guys thought it was that good! Well, I'm kinda running out of ideas, so if you could also send me your suggestions about the overall plot . . . I would be so delighted!
Alright, for the credits: The Divination Incident was inspired by something my teacher actually said to HIS teacher, and the whole archery thing was just some insane little idea that I had . . .
Well, anyways, ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!
CHAPTER TWO ~ Class ~
The next morning, Hermione woke up from a peaceful night's sleep full of sweet dreams. She stretched, took a shower, brushed her teeth, and started to change into her new uniform. As she was pulling on her sweater, Hermione noticed Lavender getting out of bed; Parvati was still snoring.
"Good morning!" Hermione smiled.
Lavender rubbed her eyes and blinked. "Hi Hermione," she mumbled as she looked at Hermione, "Gosh, think your skirt's short enough?"
Hermione looked down. She had never liked long skirts. Besides, her motto was 'show what you got', and she certainly had the legs to wear a miniskirt, even if it was the uniform skirt.
"Uhh . . . so?"
"Well, it's okay, but ALL the male population is going to be looking at you."
Hermione smiled. "Good."
"Including Harry."
"Very good."
"And Snape."
"Not good," Hermione muttered, grimacing.
Nevertheless, she grabbed her schoolbag and went downstairs to the Great Hall. She would just wait for Lavender and Parvati at breakfast.
~~~~~
Harry's morning had been boring and uneventful, and he was on the verge of falling asleep at the table, at the risk of his head falling into his bowl of Lucky Cauldrons.
All of a sudden, the hall was filled with the sound of wolf whistles and catcalls. Harry, desperately trying to keep his eyes open, turned around, curious to see what had attracted everyone's attention.
Harry's eyes practically dropped out of his head, and his jaw was in danger of hitting the floor.
Hermione had recently walked into the Great Hall, and she looked . . . stunning. Harry had often thought uniforms were bland and acted as an equalizer, but on Hermione, the uniform looked completely different.
Her shirt fit her in all the right places, and was partially tucked, one side in her skirt and the other hanging free, but she looked anything but a dork. And her skirt! 'Oh my God,' Harry thought as he continued to gaze down her delicious body. She had magically hemmed the skirt so it came up to her mid-thigh, showing off her beautiful tanned skin.
Hermione, seemingly oblivious to the looks the boys were giving her, strolled comfortable to the seat next to Harry and promptly filled her plate with food.
"Hi Harry!" She said, giving him a kind smile.
Harry, momentarily distracted by her glossed pink lips, shook himself and answered, ". . . hi" in a sullen voice.
"Oh! Schedules!" Hermione exclaimed with a joyous expression, which quickly faded when she read the list. "We have DIVINATION first!"
Now THAT snapped Harry out of his reverie. "WHAT?" He asked, snatching his schedule, which had been previously forgotten, "NO! Not Divination!"
"I HATE Divination." Hermione murmured.
"Same here." Harry replied.
At that moment Parvati, Lavender, and to Hermione's major disappointment, Ron joined them. Ron had stayed in the Hospital Wing last night because of his "severe injuries."
Hermione scarfed down her meal, and all of them started towards the Divination classroom.
~~~~~
Harry plopped into one of the ridiculous hot pink armchairs that flooded the room. Hermione sat down next to him, and Parvati joined them.
5 minutes later, Professor Trelawney appeared from behind a curtain and started to lecture the class on the gruesome facts of Harry's impending doom.
20 minutes later, when she had the students read tea leaves for one another, Trelawney came over to Harry's table to talk to Hermione.
Hermione had given her cup to Parvati, and was currently reading Harry's leaves when the professor came over.
"Hello, Miss Malfoy, how do you like Divination?" Asked Trelawney.
"I think it's stupid." Hermione replied carelessly.
The students around Hermione looked up from their tea cups and stared at her in disbelief,
Professor Trelawney looked ad her with a similar expression. "You must not be gifted with the Sight, my dear." Trelawney stated.
"Well, I'm glad, because if I had the Sight I'd turn into an old dingbat like you."
The whole class stopped talking and turned to stare at her. Hermione looked at the Professor, giving her a look that seemed to say, 'kick me out, I dare you.'
"Go to the Headmaster's Office!" Trelawney shrieked. She had turned a bright red and was wearing an expression of extreme anger.
Hermione coolly stood. "Can I stay there?" She asked innocently.
"Leave! NOW!" Trelawney barked, pointing at the door.
"My pleasure." And, with that, Hermione picked up her school bad and calmly walked out of the classroom.
The class watched Hermione. Everyone was in shock. Hermione was not going to be a docile student.
"Class! Back to your work!" Professor Trelawney yelled hoarsely.
~~~~~~
Hermione joined the Gryffindors after Divination. The next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Lupin. Lupin had returned to Hogwarts in Harry's 6th year after the defeat of Voldemort.
As Hermione took a seat between Lavender and Parvati, Lupin entered the classroom. Harry had taken a seat on the other side of the classroom next to Ron and Dean Thomas. He wondered how Hermione was going to disrupt this class.
"Good morning class," Professor Lupin said as he ambled into the room, "I would like to welcome Miss Hermione Malfoy to Hogwarts. Hermione, would you come to the front please?"
Hermione complied, blushing furiously. Everyone was silent, wondering what she would do next.
"Today, class, Hermione has graciously accepted to let us in on the Dark Arts education at Durmstrang."
"Whoopee," Ron muttered. Harry kicked him to get him to shut up.
"OUCH!" Ron yelled.
"MISTER Weasley, please settle down." Lupin reprimanded.
"But Professor, Harry kicked me!" Ron pleaded. Hermione giggled at his kindergarten antics.
"Well, Potter, what do you have to say for yourself?" Lupin asked, turning his attention to Harry.
"I . . . um . . . well . . ." Harry stuttered, trying to figure out what to say.
"Please Professor, I think I may have the perfect punishment for Mr. Potter," Hermione said from the front of the classroom.
"Well, Miss Malfoy, what did you have in mind?" Professor Lupin asked amusedly.
"He should be the volunteer in my archery demonstration!" Hermione announced proudly.
"WHAT?" Harry exclaimed, shocked.
"Perfect. He will be your volunteer, right Potter?" Professor Lupin asked, trying not to laugh.
"Sure, Professor," Harry muttered.
"Splendid!" Lupin exclaimed, "Let's go outside." Lupin opened a magic door on the side of the classroom that led to the school grounds.
The class filed outside, followed by Lupin, Hermione, and Harry. Hermione was trying to reign in her laughter, not frightened in the slightest by the death glares Harry was sending her way.
When the class was settled, Lupin commenced lecturing the class.
"At Durmstrang, all students are required to learn to defend themselves by fencing or archery. Correct, Hermione?" Lupin asked. Hermione nodded, and Lupin continued, "Hermione has chosen archery, and now she will demonstrate how it is done." Lupin summoned a bow and quiver of arrows and handed them to Hermione.
Hermione walked over to Harry and positioned him, then places an apple on top of his head. Harry gave her another death glare, but she simply smiled back at him.
"Oh, come on Harry, you look cute," Hermione stated.
She walked about 50 feet away and took aim.
Addressing the class, she said, "The first couple shots will be just to find the range, so don't expect me to make them."
Hermione turned to stare at Harry with the same expression she gave Trelawney. It could only mean-
"Uh oh."
Hermione let the first arrow fly, but it soared two feet above Harry, far away from its mark.
Hermione readied another arrow and lowered the bow. The arrow flew between Harry's legs, inches from his-
"AHH! HERMIONE!" Harry yelled as the boys winced. Hermione was doubled over from laughing too hard.
Exasperated, Harry removed the apple from his head and tossed it into the air. Seconds later, it fell to the ground with an arrow in its core.
Silence overtook the class as Harry stared at Hermione. Hermione smirked at Harry and turned around and marched back into the classroom.
The rest of the class followed her and Professor Lupin dismissed them to go to lunch.
Harry ran after Hermione, aching to talk to her. "Hermione!" He called as he caught up to her, "were you doing all that range stuff just for fun?"
"Yes." Hermione answered cautiously, not sure what he would do.
Harry grinned at her mischievously. "You better RUN, Malfoy!" He exclaimed.
"AHH!" Hermione yelled as she sprinted towards the Great Hall, Harry hot on her heels.
Shoving the doors open, Hermione dashed toward, the Slytherin table, Harry gaining on her. "DRACO!" She exclaimed when she spied her brother talking to one of his classmates, "Save me!" She ducked behind him in a desperate effort to save herself.
"Err . . . what's going on?" Draco asked, amused, as Harry came up and halted in front of him, panting.
"Her . . . mione . . . archery," Harry replied, gasping.
Draco rounded on his sister, who cowered in mock fear, "Hermione! What have I told you about archery and castrating you volunteers?"
Hermione smiled and replied, "make sure the arrow is sterilized, because soon your volunteer will be."
Harry and Draco were clutching their sides from too much laughing. They had made up on the train, and were now friends.
"Well, Harry, what were you planning on doing?" Draco smirked.
"Tickle fest."
"Ahh, I agree. Well, her most ticklish spot is her stomach." Draco stated, pushing her towards Harry.
Hermione looked at Harry with fear in her eyes. "No . . . please . . ." She pleaded.
"You're going to PAY Hermione." Harry said, grinning.
"Only if you can catch me!" Hermione yelled, jumping on the table.
Harry ran after her, and two minutes later, as she was running down the aisle between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables, Harry caught up with her and proceeded with his torture.
Hermione screamed and tried to get away, but Harry placed his knees on her legs so escape was impossible. "HARRY!" She yelled, "STOP!"
By now the entire school had come to lunch, and most of them were watching the two with amusement.
Five minutes later, Harry stopped tickling Hermione. Laughing, he helped her up. "Hermione, are you okay?"
Hermione laughed. "I will never try to castrate you again!"
They laughed and took their seats.
'Yes,' Harry thought. 'This was going to be a good year.'
~~~~~
Well, that's the end of Chapter Two . . . I hope you guys liked it. Also, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, please say WHICH PARTS of the story you liked, so I can continue adding other parts like those into the story.
Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you. And everything you do. And they were all yellow.
- Yellow, by Coldplay
CHAPTER PREVIEW - CHAPTER THREE:
When there's a dance at Hogwarts, Harry decides to confide his feelings about Hermione with Ron. What will Ron do? Will Harry ask Hermione to the dance, or will she ask him? Too many questions . . . too many questions!
Until next time . . .
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter! If I did, I would be driving a Lamborghini and dating Elijah Wood. Not happening. J.K. Rowling owns all this, the lucky woman.
Thanks to the people who reviewed! I can't believe you guys thought it was that good! Well, I'm kinda running out of ideas, so if you could also send me your suggestions about the overall plot . . . I would be so delighted!
Alright, for the credits: The Divination Incident was inspired by something my teacher actually said to HIS teacher, and the whole archery thing was just some insane little idea that I had . . .
Well, anyways, ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!
CHAPTER TWO ~ Class ~
The next morning, Hermione woke up from a peaceful night's sleep full of sweet dreams. She stretched, took a shower, brushed her teeth, and started to change into her new uniform. As she was pulling on her sweater, Hermione noticed Lavender getting out of bed; Parvati was still snoring.
"Good morning!" Hermione smiled.
Lavender rubbed her eyes and blinked. "Hi Hermione," she mumbled as she looked at Hermione, "Gosh, think your skirt's short enough?"
Hermione looked down. She had never liked long skirts. Besides, her motto was 'show what you got', and she certainly had the legs to wear a miniskirt, even if it was the uniform skirt.
"Uhh . . . so?"
"Well, it's okay, but ALL the male population is going to be looking at you."
Hermione smiled. "Good."
"Including Harry."
"Very good."
"And Snape."
"Not good," Hermione muttered, grimacing.
Nevertheless, she grabbed her schoolbag and went downstairs to the Great Hall. She would just wait for Lavender and Parvati at breakfast.
~~~~~
Harry's morning had been boring and uneventful, and he was on the verge of falling asleep at the table, at the risk of his head falling into his bowl of Lucky Cauldrons.
All of a sudden, the hall was filled with the sound of wolf whistles and catcalls. Harry, desperately trying to keep his eyes open, turned around, curious to see what had attracted everyone's attention.
Harry's eyes practically dropped out of his head, and his jaw was in danger of hitting the floor.
Hermione had recently walked into the Great Hall, and she looked . . . stunning. Harry had often thought uniforms were bland and acted as an equalizer, but on Hermione, the uniform looked completely different.
Her shirt fit her in all the right places, and was partially tucked, one side in her skirt and the other hanging free, but she looked anything but a dork. And her skirt! 'Oh my God,' Harry thought as he continued to gaze down her delicious body. She had magically hemmed the skirt so it came up to her mid-thigh, showing off her beautiful tanned skin.
Hermione, seemingly oblivious to the looks the boys were giving her, strolled comfortable to the seat next to Harry and promptly filled her plate with food.
"Hi Harry!" She said, giving him a kind smile.
Harry, momentarily distracted by her glossed pink lips, shook himself and answered, ". . . hi" in a sullen voice.
"Oh! Schedules!" Hermione exclaimed with a joyous expression, which quickly faded when she read the list. "We have DIVINATION first!"
Now THAT snapped Harry out of his reverie. "WHAT?" He asked, snatching his schedule, which had been previously forgotten, "NO! Not Divination!"
"I HATE Divination." Hermione murmured.
"Same here." Harry replied.
At that moment Parvati, Lavender, and to Hermione's major disappointment, Ron joined them. Ron had stayed in the Hospital Wing last night because of his "severe injuries."
Hermione scarfed down her meal, and all of them started towards the Divination classroom.
~~~~~
Harry plopped into one of the ridiculous hot pink armchairs that flooded the room. Hermione sat down next to him, and Parvati joined them.
5 minutes later, Professor Trelawney appeared from behind a curtain and started to lecture the class on the gruesome facts of Harry's impending doom.
20 minutes later, when she had the students read tea leaves for one another, Trelawney came over to Harry's table to talk to Hermione.
Hermione had given her cup to Parvati, and was currently reading Harry's leaves when the professor came over.
"Hello, Miss Malfoy, how do you like Divination?" Asked Trelawney.
"I think it's stupid." Hermione replied carelessly.
The students around Hermione looked up from their tea cups and stared at her in disbelief,
Professor Trelawney looked ad her with a similar expression. "You must not be gifted with the Sight, my dear." Trelawney stated.
"Well, I'm glad, because if I had the Sight I'd turn into an old dingbat like you."
The whole class stopped talking and turned to stare at her. Hermione looked at the Professor, giving her a look that seemed to say, 'kick me out, I dare you.'
"Go to the Headmaster's Office!" Trelawney shrieked. She had turned a bright red and was wearing an expression of extreme anger.
Hermione coolly stood. "Can I stay there?" She asked innocently.
"Leave! NOW!" Trelawney barked, pointing at the door.
"My pleasure." And, with that, Hermione picked up her school bad and calmly walked out of the classroom.
The class watched Hermione. Everyone was in shock. Hermione was not going to be a docile student.
"Class! Back to your work!" Professor Trelawney yelled hoarsely.
~~~~~~
Hermione joined the Gryffindors after Divination. The next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Lupin. Lupin had returned to Hogwarts in Harry's 6th year after the defeat of Voldemort.
As Hermione took a seat between Lavender and Parvati, Lupin entered the classroom. Harry had taken a seat on the other side of the classroom next to Ron and Dean Thomas. He wondered how Hermione was going to disrupt this class.
"Good morning class," Professor Lupin said as he ambled into the room, "I would like to welcome Miss Hermione Malfoy to Hogwarts. Hermione, would you come to the front please?"
Hermione complied, blushing furiously. Everyone was silent, wondering what she would do next.
"Today, class, Hermione has graciously accepted to let us in on the Dark Arts education at Durmstrang."
"Whoopee," Ron muttered. Harry kicked him to get him to shut up.
"OUCH!" Ron yelled.
"MISTER Weasley, please settle down." Lupin reprimanded.
"But Professor, Harry kicked me!" Ron pleaded. Hermione giggled at his kindergarten antics.
"Well, Potter, what do you have to say for yourself?" Lupin asked, turning his attention to Harry.
"I . . . um . . . well . . ." Harry stuttered, trying to figure out what to say.
"Please Professor, I think I may have the perfect punishment for Mr. Potter," Hermione said from the front of the classroom.
"Well, Miss Malfoy, what did you have in mind?" Professor Lupin asked amusedly.
"He should be the volunteer in my archery demonstration!" Hermione announced proudly.
"WHAT?" Harry exclaimed, shocked.
"Perfect. He will be your volunteer, right Potter?" Professor Lupin asked, trying not to laugh.
"Sure, Professor," Harry muttered.
"Splendid!" Lupin exclaimed, "Let's go outside." Lupin opened a magic door on the side of the classroom that led to the school grounds.
The class filed outside, followed by Lupin, Hermione, and Harry. Hermione was trying to reign in her laughter, not frightened in the slightest by the death glares Harry was sending her way.
When the class was settled, Lupin commenced lecturing the class.
"At Durmstrang, all students are required to learn to defend themselves by fencing or archery. Correct, Hermione?" Lupin asked. Hermione nodded, and Lupin continued, "Hermione has chosen archery, and now she will demonstrate how it is done." Lupin summoned a bow and quiver of arrows and handed them to Hermione.
Hermione walked over to Harry and positioned him, then places an apple on top of his head. Harry gave her another death glare, but she simply smiled back at him.
"Oh, come on Harry, you look cute," Hermione stated.
She walked about 50 feet away and took aim.
Addressing the class, she said, "The first couple shots will be just to find the range, so don't expect me to make them."
Hermione turned to stare at Harry with the same expression she gave Trelawney. It could only mean-
"Uh oh."
Hermione let the first arrow fly, but it soared two feet above Harry, far away from its mark.
Hermione readied another arrow and lowered the bow. The arrow flew between Harry's legs, inches from his-
"AHH! HERMIONE!" Harry yelled as the boys winced. Hermione was doubled over from laughing too hard.
Exasperated, Harry removed the apple from his head and tossed it into the air. Seconds later, it fell to the ground with an arrow in its core.
Silence overtook the class as Harry stared at Hermione. Hermione smirked at Harry and turned around and marched back into the classroom.
The rest of the class followed her and Professor Lupin dismissed them to go to lunch.
Harry ran after Hermione, aching to talk to her. "Hermione!" He called as he caught up to her, "were you doing all that range stuff just for fun?"
"Yes." Hermione answered cautiously, not sure what he would do.
Harry grinned at her mischievously. "You better RUN, Malfoy!" He exclaimed.
"AHH!" Hermione yelled as she sprinted towards the Great Hall, Harry hot on her heels.
Shoving the doors open, Hermione dashed toward, the Slytherin table, Harry gaining on her. "DRACO!" She exclaimed when she spied her brother talking to one of his classmates, "Save me!" She ducked behind him in a desperate effort to save herself.
"Err . . . what's going on?" Draco asked, amused, as Harry came up and halted in front of him, panting.
"Her . . . mione . . . archery," Harry replied, gasping.
Draco rounded on his sister, who cowered in mock fear, "Hermione! What have I told you about archery and castrating you volunteers?"
Hermione smiled and replied, "make sure the arrow is sterilized, because soon your volunteer will be."
Harry and Draco were clutching their sides from too much laughing. They had made up on the train, and were now friends.
"Well, Harry, what were you planning on doing?" Draco smirked.
"Tickle fest."
"Ahh, I agree. Well, her most ticklish spot is her stomach." Draco stated, pushing her towards Harry.
Hermione looked at Harry with fear in her eyes. "No . . . please . . ." She pleaded.
"You're going to PAY Hermione." Harry said, grinning.
"Only if you can catch me!" Hermione yelled, jumping on the table.
Harry ran after her, and two minutes later, as she was running down the aisle between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables, Harry caught up with her and proceeded with his torture.
Hermione screamed and tried to get away, but Harry placed his knees on her legs so escape was impossible. "HARRY!" She yelled, "STOP!"
By now the entire school had come to lunch, and most of them were watching the two with amusement.
Five minutes later, Harry stopped tickling Hermione. Laughing, he helped her up. "Hermione, are you okay?"
Hermione laughed. "I will never try to castrate you again!"
They laughed and took their seats.
'Yes,' Harry thought. 'This was going to be a good year.'
~~~~~
Well, that's the end of Chapter Two . . . I hope you guys liked it. Also, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, please say WHICH PARTS of the story you liked, so I can continue adding other parts like those into the story.
Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you. And everything you do. And they were all yellow.
- Yellow, by Coldplay
CHAPTER PREVIEW - CHAPTER THREE:
When there's a dance at Hogwarts, Harry decides to confide his feelings about Hermione with Ron. What will Ron do? Will Harry ask Hermione to the dance, or will she ask him? Too many questions . . . too many questions!
Until next time . . .
