Chapter 1 :
Foo Poweder, Mud bloods and Pure Bloods
Hermione Granger, a muggle born witch of sixteen sat at her desk frowning over her Potions homework. After several moments of silence, she snapped her finger and quickly sribbled some notes onto her parchment with her plain, white feather quill. Hermione was a girl with long bushy, yet soft, naturally waved hair with big brown eyes that always seemed to darken whenever she felt that she was under assault from her two best friends, Ron Weasley and none other than the famous boy-who-lived, Harry Potter. Ron was short for Ronald Weasley and he was a talk red head with a fiery temper. (A/N: well, I won't go into detail about him, you all know about Ron and enough about Harry)
At any rate Hermione was just finishing the last bit of her homework. Her mother and father (Mr. And Mrs. Granger) were out of the country thus leaving Hermione alone in the house, knowing that she was such a responsible girl that cared less about boys and clothes but more about her studies. It wasn't long when Hermione heard a faint rumble. And because she was so preoccupied in writing about the rare cureall ingredient, ANGEL BLOOD, she didn't realize that it the faint rumble came from her own stomach which protested with hunger.
At that moment, a snowy white owl came sailing gracefully into Hermione's room, and dropped a letter on her desk. "Hedwig!" Hermione cried as Hedwig, Herry's large snowy white owl nibbled affectionately at her ear. Hermione grabbed the letter that was lying on top of her Divinations book and hastily opened the letter. It's contents read:
Hermione, Hey, How's your summer break coming along? I hope you're not wasting time studying. Well, Ron and I a bubbling over, because I'm finally staying AWAY from the Dursleys... You should have seen their faces when they saw Mr. Weasley. And Dudley. well, thanks for the Bewitched notebook. now I can write loads of nasty stories About Snape, Dudley, Malfoy and you name it! Well, Ron and everyone says Hi. see you At Diagon Alley in somewhere in the beginning of August!
-Harry-
Hermione let out a small laugh and quickly scribbled a little note to Harry telling him of her regards and about how she was certainly not indulging herself into her studies. Of course she wasn't. Not to mention the pile of letters from Viktor her newly found boyfriend from her fourth year at Hogwarts, which in Hermione's opinion was the greatest school found ever in the world. Hermione let out a dreamy sigh, as the light July breeze fluttered into her room only to be disrupted by Hedwig's impatience to deliver Hermione's letter to Harry. Smiling apologetically at Hedwig, Hermione tied her letter to Hedwig's leg, and Hedwig was gone. Hermione watched her go, and smiled dreamily again, hoping that Viktor would send her another one of his letters which were always five parchments long.
Another day of my lazy summers, yet I love it so much. The quiet summer days and then the excitement-filled days at Hogwarts. not to mention school work~ Hermione let out a long satisfied sigh of pure bliss. No bouncing ferrets, no cronies, no grease balls, no Pansy, no Slytherins. But Hermione did feel a pang of loneliness. She thought about the excited life Harry and Ron were leading back at the Burrow. The days crawled by slowly, and Hermione was finishing off the last bit of her homework. The moment the work "homework" popped into the girl's head, she jumped up and remembered the potions homework and went on to finish writing about Angel Blood.
Ten minutes later~~~~~~~
Hermione was finished with all her homework and was now lounging lazily on her couch remembering the last time Viktor had written to her, and all her years at Hogwarts. She smiled at the memory and then decided to read a new book she had gotten at Florish and Blotts called, Hogwarts a History (Revised Version) it was three times thicker than her old one which Crabbe, one of Malfoy's body guards had carelessly thrown into the moat of Hogwarts back in their fifth year. Of course, Hermione was so angry that she cursed him with the blabbering and fixing curse. Which was something that made the victim blabber to themselves and then think themselves mad, and slap the heck out of themselves.
Hermione laughed softly at the incident, which brought great joy to the Dinners in the Great Hall. Even McGonnagall was rolling on the floor laughing and Snape had actually smiled. Hermione grinned to herself at the memory of Crabbe saying something like, "Malfoy, that stupid git should go out with Pansy the pug-faced fat-ass girl. BLOODY HELL! WHAT AM I SAYING???????" Then moments passed as Crabbe slapped himself over and over and started on another rambling-rampage which was also cut off by a loud cry that escaped from Crabbe throat: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I've gone MAD!!!! HELP ME- I am the slave of Harry and Ro-NO! I am NOT! I'm a p- stinking stupid idiotic Slytherin that can't even th-STOP THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! ARRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!"
Suddenly Hermione's pleasant thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash and then a bang. Hermione jumped off of her couch and then a boy with silvery, platinum-blonde hair came crawling out of her fireplace holding the biggest trunk that Hermione had ever seen in her whole life. When the boy staightened, his cold, gray-blue eyes met Hermione's warm honey-brown eyes with a look that clearly read, "You filthy mud blood. It's all your fault!"
After recovering from her shock from the foo powder incident, Hermione's heart sank. She was face-to-face with the "Amazing" bouncing git-ferret, none other than the annoying Draco Malfoy.
Hermione Granger, a muggle born witch of sixteen sat at her desk frowning over her Potions homework. After several moments of silence, she snapped her finger and quickly sribbled some notes onto her parchment with her plain, white feather quill. Hermione was a girl with long bushy, yet soft, naturally waved hair with big brown eyes that always seemed to darken whenever she felt that she was under assault from her two best friends, Ron Weasley and none other than the famous boy-who-lived, Harry Potter. Ron was short for Ronald Weasley and he was a talk red head with a fiery temper. (A/N: well, I won't go into detail about him, you all know about Ron and enough about Harry)
At any rate Hermione was just finishing the last bit of her homework. Her mother and father (Mr. And Mrs. Granger) were out of the country thus leaving Hermione alone in the house, knowing that she was such a responsible girl that cared less about boys and clothes but more about her studies. It wasn't long when Hermione heard a faint rumble. And because she was so preoccupied in writing about the rare cureall ingredient, ANGEL BLOOD, she didn't realize that it the faint rumble came from her own stomach which protested with hunger.
At that moment, a snowy white owl came sailing gracefully into Hermione's room, and dropped a letter on her desk. "Hedwig!" Hermione cried as Hedwig, Herry's large snowy white owl nibbled affectionately at her ear. Hermione grabbed the letter that was lying on top of her Divinations book and hastily opened the letter. It's contents read:
Hermione, Hey, How's your summer break coming along? I hope you're not wasting time studying. Well, Ron and I a bubbling over, because I'm finally staying AWAY from the Dursleys... You should have seen their faces when they saw Mr. Weasley. And Dudley. well, thanks for the Bewitched notebook. now I can write loads of nasty stories About Snape, Dudley, Malfoy and you name it! Well, Ron and everyone says Hi. see you At Diagon Alley in somewhere in the beginning of August!
-Harry-
Hermione let out a small laugh and quickly scribbled a little note to Harry telling him of her regards and about how she was certainly not indulging herself into her studies. Of course she wasn't. Not to mention the pile of letters from Viktor her newly found boyfriend from her fourth year at Hogwarts, which in Hermione's opinion was the greatest school found ever in the world. Hermione let out a dreamy sigh, as the light July breeze fluttered into her room only to be disrupted by Hedwig's impatience to deliver Hermione's letter to Harry. Smiling apologetically at Hedwig, Hermione tied her letter to Hedwig's leg, and Hedwig was gone. Hermione watched her go, and smiled dreamily again, hoping that Viktor would send her another one of his letters which were always five parchments long.
Another day of my lazy summers, yet I love it so much. The quiet summer days and then the excitement-filled days at Hogwarts. not to mention school work~ Hermione let out a long satisfied sigh of pure bliss. No bouncing ferrets, no cronies, no grease balls, no Pansy, no Slytherins. But Hermione did feel a pang of loneliness. She thought about the excited life Harry and Ron were leading back at the Burrow. The days crawled by slowly, and Hermione was finishing off the last bit of her homework. The moment the work "homework" popped into the girl's head, she jumped up and remembered the potions homework and went on to finish writing about Angel Blood.
Ten minutes later~~~~~~~
Hermione was finished with all her homework and was now lounging lazily on her couch remembering the last time Viktor had written to her, and all her years at Hogwarts. She smiled at the memory and then decided to read a new book she had gotten at Florish and Blotts called, Hogwarts a History (Revised Version) it was three times thicker than her old one which Crabbe, one of Malfoy's body guards had carelessly thrown into the moat of Hogwarts back in their fifth year. Of course, Hermione was so angry that she cursed him with the blabbering and fixing curse. Which was something that made the victim blabber to themselves and then think themselves mad, and slap the heck out of themselves.
Hermione laughed softly at the incident, which brought great joy to the Dinners in the Great Hall. Even McGonnagall was rolling on the floor laughing and Snape had actually smiled. Hermione grinned to herself at the memory of Crabbe saying something like, "Malfoy, that stupid git should go out with Pansy the pug-faced fat-ass girl. BLOODY HELL! WHAT AM I SAYING???????" Then moments passed as Crabbe slapped himself over and over and started on another rambling-rampage which was also cut off by a loud cry that escaped from Crabbe throat: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I've gone MAD!!!! HELP ME- I am the slave of Harry and Ro-NO! I am NOT! I'm a p- stinking stupid idiotic Slytherin that can't even th-STOP THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! ARRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!"
Suddenly Hermione's pleasant thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash and then a bang. Hermione jumped off of her couch and then a boy with silvery, platinum-blonde hair came crawling out of her fireplace holding the biggest trunk that Hermione had ever seen in her whole life. When the boy staightened, his cold, gray-blue eyes met Hermione's warm honey-brown eyes with a look that clearly read, "You filthy mud blood. It's all your fault!"
After recovering from her shock from the foo powder incident, Hermione's heart sank. She was face-to-face with the "Amazing" bouncing git-ferret, none other than the annoying Draco Malfoy.