Disclaimer: I DON'T own HP; I would love it if I did because I would not
only be a millionaire, but a respected writer throughout the world...
However, I am only a girl who is writing fan fiction of Harry Potter. J.K.
Rowling writes it not me.
"Harry! You won't believe what's going on." Hermione stated as she sat next to Ron in the Great Hall for lunch. "Let me guess, Draco killed himself.Did he really?! That's wonderful, drinks all around!" Ron nastily joked to Harry. Both boys laughed hardly, as Hermione just rolled her eyes, completely un-amused. "No, Dumbledore just accepted another new transfer student to Hogwarts." "Another one? Is it a girl or guy?" Ron asked "Unfortunately, a girl," Hermione sighed as she brushed back her hair from her face. "Not another one," Harry stated as he grabbed an apple from the table. "It's not that I don't like girls, I do, really, there just so-" "Annoying?" Ron finished. "Exactly! Everyday at least one of them comes up to me and go 'Ooh Harry you're my hero', or, 'Ooh Harry I just love you!'" He continued mocking the girls until Ron told him he wasn't funny anymore. "Honestly I like them, there all nice to me," admitted Ron. "Hermione, do you know what house she's in?" "Ravenclaw or Slytherin, I'm not sure yet." "Ravenclaw, you stupid mud-blood," a masculine voice declared. She turned to see Draco, who without stopping, kicked her books that were neatly piled under her seat, into a scattered blob of mess spread out across the floor. Hermione stared him down until he finally reached his own seat. "You know, I really wonder what it would be like to have Draco out of our lives for one day." Ron stated "Me too," Harry agreed.
The group of them talked for another few minutes before they saw Professor Flitwick enter into the Great Hall with a girl their age walking by his side.
Her hair was a mid-night brown with loose curls that flowed to her shoulder; her bangs were brushed to the side of her sophisticated pale face. Her violent eyes glittered as they danced across the Hall with elegance. She walked next to the Ravenclaw Headmaster confident and gracefully, as if she was floating.
"Wow," Ron whispered as he watched her walk to the Ravenclaw table.
"I g-guess that's her?" Harry stuttered in awe.
"Guys really!" Hermione huffed. "Yes, she is pretty, but she's not that pretty."
"Yeh Ok." Ron laughed sarcastically. "Herm, go find out her name please."
"It's Jaide." She answered.
"I thought you didn't know her?"
"I-I don't."
"Then how do you know her 'name'?" Ron questioned suspiciously.
Hermione looked at Ron for a second without words.
"I guessed." She lied.
Ron and Harry both unsatisfied with her answer, got up, and grabbed her by both arms.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?!" She yelled as she was being dragged towards the Ravenclaw table.
"Your going over there and find out more about the new girl." Ron commanded. Hermione, tried to break loose, but failed miserably; she had no choice but to go along with it. "I don't want to go over there," she told them.
"What's the big deal?" Harry asked.
"I don't like her."
"You don't even know her, stop being so judgemental."
All three of them finally got to the Ravenclaw table, both Harry and Ron let go of Hermione. She was about to make a break for it, but the girl quickly turned around to see who was behind her.
"Hermione!" She yelped startled, "..How are you? Long time no talk."
"Hi, Jaide." She replied uncomfortably.
"Wait, do you two know each other?" Harry asked, quite confused.
Hermione shook her head, but Jaide answered before she could, "We're cousins."
"Harry! You won't believe what's going on." Hermione stated as she sat next to Ron in the Great Hall for lunch. "Let me guess, Draco killed himself.Did he really?! That's wonderful, drinks all around!" Ron nastily joked to Harry. Both boys laughed hardly, as Hermione just rolled her eyes, completely un-amused. "No, Dumbledore just accepted another new transfer student to Hogwarts." "Another one? Is it a girl or guy?" Ron asked "Unfortunately, a girl," Hermione sighed as she brushed back her hair from her face. "Not another one," Harry stated as he grabbed an apple from the table. "It's not that I don't like girls, I do, really, there just so-" "Annoying?" Ron finished. "Exactly! Everyday at least one of them comes up to me and go 'Ooh Harry you're my hero', or, 'Ooh Harry I just love you!'" He continued mocking the girls until Ron told him he wasn't funny anymore. "Honestly I like them, there all nice to me," admitted Ron. "Hermione, do you know what house she's in?" "Ravenclaw or Slytherin, I'm not sure yet." "Ravenclaw, you stupid mud-blood," a masculine voice declared. She turned to see Draco, who without stopping, kicked her books that were neatly piled under her seat, into a scattered blob of mess spread out across the floor. Hermione stared him down until he finally reached his own seat. "You know, I really wonder what it would be like to have Draco out of our lives for one day." Ron stated "Me too," Harry agreed.
The group of them talked for another few minutes before they saw Professor Flitwick enter into the Great Hall with a girl their age walking by his side.
Her hair was a mid-night brown with loose curls that flowed to her shoulder; her bangs were brushed to the side of her sophisticated pale face. Her violent eyes glittered as they danced across the Hall with elegance. She walked next to the Ravenclaw Headmaster confident and gracefully, as if she was floating.
"Wow," Ron whispered as he watched her walk to the Ravenclaw table.
"I g-guess that's her?" Harry stuttered in awe.
"Guys really!" Hermione huffed. "Yes, she is pretty, but she's not that pretty."
"Yeh Ok." Ron laughed sarcastically. "Herm, go find out her name please."
"It's Jaide." She answered.
"I thought you didn't know her?"
"I-I don't."
"Then how do you know her 'name'?" Ron questioned suspiciously.
Hermione looked at Ron for a second without words.
"I guessed." She lied.
Ron and Harry both unsatisfied with her answer, got up, and grabbed her by both arms.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?!" She yelled as she was being dragged towards the Ravenclaw table.
"Your going over there and find out more about the new girl." Ron commanded. Hermione, tried to break loose, but failed miserably; she had no choice but to go along with it. "I don't want to go over there," she told them.
"What's the big deal?" Harry asked.
"I don't like her."
"You don't even know her, stop being so judgemental."
All three of them finally got to the Ravenclaw table, both Harry and Ron let go of Hermione. She was about to make a break for it, but the girl quickly turned around to see who was behind her.
"Hermione!" She yelped startled, "..How are you? Long time no talk."
"Hi, Jaide." She replied uncomfortably.
"Wait, do you two know each other?" Harry asked, quite confused.
Hermione shook her head, but Jaide answered before she could, "We're cousins."