Chapter 2
The carriages came to a stop in front of a large castle. Hogwarts. The castle that had been around for.who knows how long. filled with magic and secrets that not even the headmaster Dumbledore could possibly dream of.
The group of friends got out of their carriage and headed towards the castle, Harry and Hermione hand-in-hand. Ron noticed the hands of his two friends and just grinned, but he had some sort of depression in his eye. Then there was Malfoy, trying not to stare at Hermione, in case someone saw him, but he would always find himself looking at her, amazed and angry at the same time.
The 5th years reached the castle and walked up the stone steps to the entrance hall, ready for a new year at Hogwarts. The students knew that this year was going to be difficult, for you could see it in all of their eyes. Lord Voldemort was about with his old and new followers, no body knew who was on the good side or the bad.
They entered the school ready for the big feast that was ahead of them. The trio of friends sat down at their table and began to chat, Hermione and Harry of course sitting together. At the Slytherin table, Malfoy was seated to where he could watch the love-sick couple.
Professor McGonagall came in and placed a dirty worn hat on a very rickety stool that looked like it would tip over if she wasn't there to hold it in its place. The 1st years walked up the narrow path leading to the front of the room. Then, the brim of the hat opened wide, like a mouth. All of the students ended their conversations to listen to the old hat as it said:
Welcome to Hogwarts One and all I've been placed here to talk to you In this very hall I will tell you where to live For I can read your minds I can read your secrets And what you've wanted to leave behind So come and sit On my friend, the stool And I'll tell you where to go At Hogwarts, the best school
The hall burst with applause for the rugged hat's song. McGonagall stood up and called the names of the first years as they placed the hat on their head and went where they were told.
"Not a lot of Gryffindors this year, huh?." said Ron watching as the Slytherin table filled up with many of the newcomers. "Is the hat bugged or something?," asked Harry. "No body can bug that thing," cried Hermione, her usual smart self. "That old hat is in Professor Dumbledore's office, and surly no one would mess with any of those things.
Harry, remembering his accident last year with one of Dumbledore's fascinating objects, slowly put his hands around Hermione's waist and silenced her with a light peck on her cheek.
Behind, Draco's face flushed with anger.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron's friends all burst about talk about Harry and Hermione's relationship when they saw how affectionate Harry was with her. The pair answered numerous questions about what had happened earlier that day.
"Students," shouted Dumbledore as the hall grew quiet. "You may now eat."
The food, as always, magically appeared in front of the students as they began to eat to their stomach's delight. The trio and a number of their friends continued their conversation as they ate the delicious food.
"What's wrong, Draco?," asked Goyle. "Yea," mumbled Crabbe, his mouth full of chicken and beans.
"Please talk when your mouth is empty, Crabbe," said Malfoy, picking off the bits of food that had landed on him. "Or better yet, don't talk to me at all." "I'm in a bad mood."
"I know what's wrong with him," squeaked a first year.
"Excuse me, you little twit," exclaimed Draco. "How would you know what I'm thinking?"
"Well, since you have been staring at the Gryffindor table the whole feast," explained the little boy. "I would say that you are angry about something. And the way your eyes are directed to, I would say that you're jealous of Harry Potter about something."
Draco flushed and shoved the little boy aside making him fall down. The eating Slytherins just turned and grinned as they went back to talking and enjoying their meal.
Draco shoved his tray aside and laid his head on the table. Goyle just patted his back and continued devouring the chicken legs, one after another.
When the feast was over, Harry was asked to lead the first years to their dormitories before the other left the hall. He exclaimed a quick apology to Hermione and left. When the first years were out, the other students could go about their business. Hermione and Ron left together, talking about how to deal with Snape during their Potions classes when Crabbe came up the two. "McGonagall wants to see you, Weasly." He grumbled in his usual stupid expression.
"Thanks," Ron said uncertainly, wondering why he was being so nice.
With a quick word with Hermione, Ron left and Hermione was alone in the hall, walking towards the picture of the fat lady.
"Why?" asked a familiar voice. Hermione jumped as Draco stepped out from behind the dark curtain.
"Why, what?" replied Hermione, calming herself down again.
"You know what I'm talking about," he exclaimed as he gripped her by her shoulders and shook lightly. "I thought we had something, even you wanted it. You know it!"
He released her and put his head in his hands.
Hermione reached to comfort him, but he quickly withdrew, looking up to reveal a face full of anger and grief.
Hermione was shocked by the glace she got from him and stepped back.
Draco grabbed her and placed his lips harshly on hers, giving her a powerful and forceful kiss that was filled with as much passion that Hermione had ever felt. She reluctantly received the kiss and kissed back.
Hermione was the one who withdrew this time. She pushed Draco away, scolding herself mentally for her own betrayal and ran down the hall to her common room.
She pushed through the portrait door and rushed past everyone including Harry, covering her face with her hands to hide her tears. Without a word and many questioning looks, they let her past as she ran up the marble steps to her dormitory.
Hermione was left alone that night, with her grief that no one knew was about.
Knowing she would have some explaining to do in the morning, Hermione pulled her curtains around her bed and thought of the best excuse she could come up with, ready for the approaching day.
The carriages came to a stop in front of a large castle. Hogwarts. The castle that had been around for.who knows how long. filled with magic and secrets that not even the headmaster Dumbledore could possibly dream of.
The group of friends got out of their carriage and headed towards the castle, Harry and Hermione hand-in-hand. Ron noticed the hands of his two friends and just grinned, but he had some sort of depression in his eye. Then there was Malfoy, trying not to stare at Hermione, in case someone saw him, but he would always find himself looking at her, amazed and angry at the same time.
The 5th years reached the castle and walked up the stone steps to the entrance hall, ready for a new year at Hogwarts. The students knew that this year was going to be difficult, for you could see it in all of their eyes. Lord Voldemort was about with his old and new followers, no body knew who was on the good side or the bad.
They entered the school ready for the big feast that was ahead of them. The trio of friends sat down at their table and began to chat, Hermione and Harry of course sitting together. At the Slytherin table, Malfoy was seated to where he could watch the love-sick couple.
Professor McGonagall came in and placed a dirty worn hat on a very rickety stool that looked like it would tip over if she wasn't there to hold it in its place. The 1st years walked up the narrow path leading to the front of the room. Then, the brim of the hat opened wide, like a mouth. All of the students ended their conversations to listen to the old hat as it said:
Welcome to Hogwarts One and all I've been placed here to talk to you In this very hall I will tell you where to live For I can read your minds I can read your secrets And what you've wanted to leave behind So come and sit On my friend, the stool And I'll tell you where to go At Hogwarts, the best school
The hall burst with applause for the rugged hat's song. McGonagall stood up and called the names of the first years as they placed the hat on their head and went where they were told.
"Not a lot of Gryffindors this year, huh?." said Ron watching as the Slytherin table filled up with many of the newcomers. "Is the hat bugged or something?," asked Harry. "No body can bug that thing," cried Hermione, her usual smart self. "That old hat is in Professor Dumbledore's office, and surly no one would mess with any of those things.
Harry, remembering his accident last year with one of Dumbledore's fascinating objects, slowly put his hands around Hermione's waist and silenced her with a light peck on her cheek.
Behind, Draco's face flushed with anger.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron's friends all burst about talk about Harry and Hermione's relationship when they saw how affectionate Harry was with her. The pair answered numerous questions about what had happened earlier that day.
"Students," shouted Dumbledore as the hall grew quiet. "You may now eat."
The food, as always, magically appeared in front of the students as they began to eat to their stomach's delight. The trio and a number of their friends continued their conversation as they ate the delicious food.
"What's wrong, Draco?," asked Goyle. "Yea," mumbled Crabbe, his mouth full of chicken and beans.
"Please talk when your mouth is empty, Crabbe," said Malfoy, picking off the bits of food that had landed on him. "Or better yet, don't talk to me at all." "I'm in a bad mood."
"I know what's wrong with him," squeaked a first year.
"Excuse me, you little twit," exclaimed Draco. "How would you know what I'm thinking?"
"Well, since you have been staring at the Gryffindor table the whole feast," explained the little boy. "I would say that you are angry about something. And the way your eyes are directed to, I would say that you're jealous of Harry Potter about something."
Draco flushed and shoved the little boy aside making him fall down. The eating Slytherins just turned and grinned as they went back to talking and enjoying their meal.
Draco shoved his tray aside and laid his head on the table. Goyle just patted his back and continued devouring the chicken legs, one after another.
When the feast was over, Harry was asked to lead the first years to their dormitories before the other left the hall. He exclaimed a quick apology to Hermione and left. When the first years were out, the other students could go about their business. Hermione and Ron left together, talking about how to deal with Snape during their Potions classes when Crabbe came up the two. "McGonagall wants to see you, Weasly." He grumbled in his usual stupid expression.
"Thanks," Ron said uncertainly, wondering why he was being so nice.
With a quick word with Hermione, Ron left and Hermione was alone in the hall, walking towards the picture of the fat lady.
"Why?" asked a familiar voice. Hermione jumped as Draco stepped out from behind the dark curtain.
"Why, what?" replied Hermione, calming herself down again.
"You know what I'm talking about," he exclaimed as he gripped her by her shoulders and shook lightly. "I thought we had something, even you wanted it. You know it!"
He released her and put his head in his hands.
Hermione reached to comfort him, but he quickly withdrew, looking up to reveal a face full of anger and grief.
Hermione was shocked by the glace she got from him and stepped back.
Draco grabbed her and placed his lips harshly on hers, giving her a powerful and forceful kiss that was filled with as much passion that Hermione had ever felt. She reluctantly received the kiss and kissed back.
Hermione was the one who withdrew this time. She pushed Draco away, scolding herself mentally for her own betrayal and ran down the hall to her common room.
She pushed through the portrait door and rushed past everyone including Harry, covering her face with her hands to hide her tears. Without a word and many questioning looks, they let her past as she ran up the marble steps to her dormitory.
Hermione was left alone that night, with her grief that no one knew was about.
Knowing she would have some explaining to do in the morning, Hermione pulled her curtains around her bed and thought of the best excuse she could come up with, ready for the approaching day.
