A/N: Sorry for the delay on this chapter! I had writers block and I was
swamped with homework. 8th grade really sux. Please R&R.
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Chapter 3
Why me?
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. "Ehemm. This year we will have a new
program called 1-7. Two seventh years from different houses will escort one first year
around to the classes for six weeks. We are doing this in hopes to create lasting
friendships and inter-house relationships. Here are your assignments: Harry Potter and
Padma Patil, you will escort Michele Zatsko."
"Oh joy," Harry said sarcastically.
"Ronald Weasly and Gregory Goyle, you will escort Louise Grant."
"Damn," Ron swore loudly. Professor McGonagall pretended not to hear and kept
reading off names.
"And finally, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, you will escort Devin
Torres."
"What?!" Hermione whispered in disbelief. "You have got to be kidding me!"
"Um, professor." Malfoy started angrily. "Could I possibly change partners?"
"No, I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy," professor McGonagall said. "I am sure that you and
Ms. Granger will work together and treat each other respectfully."
'I don't believe this,' thought Malfoy. 'I have to work with the mudblood!'
"Bloody hell, Hermione," Ron said. "I'm really sorry."
"If he says or does anything to you I swear to god I'll." Harry began but
stopped.
"It's ok Harry," Hermione muttered. "I'll be fine."
Professor McGonagall interrupted their conversation. "Please proceed to the great
hall for the sorting ceremony."
By the time they reached the great hall the sorting had already begun.
"Grant, Louise," called tiny professor Flitwick in a minuscule voice. A small,
black haired boy came stumbling forward.
"Slytherin!" the hat called out.
"There goes another one," Ron muttered under his breath.
"Jovenia, Eruka." A blushing blond girl made her way to the stool.
"Hufflepuff!"
Professor Flitwick kept calling out names. When he reached,
"Torres, Devin,"
Hermione crossed her fingers. The mousey haired boy walked slowly to the front.
"Hmmm.let's see.Gryffindor!"
"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed, overjoyed. "At least I won't be working with two
Slytherins."
"Zatsko, Michelle."
"Ravenclaw!"
"That's a relief," Harry sighed. "Sorry Ron."
"I'll manage," Ron said through clenched teeth. "I guess."
Everyone clapped as the sorting ceremony ended and Dumbledore stood up.
"Before we eat," Dumbledore said. "There are a few things that you all need to be
reminded of. First of all, the forbidden forest is off limits to all students as most of you
already know. Secondly, I would like to congratulate our new head boy and girl, Mr.
Neville Longbottom and Miss Pansy Parkinson."
There was an explosion of applause from the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables. Ron
turned to Harry with a look of disgust on his face.
"Pansy?" He asked disbelievingly. Harry shrugged.
"Finally," Dumbledore continued. "I will ask all first and seventh years to stay
after the feast for a meeting." He paused to raise his glass. "Let's eat!"
The golden plates and goblets magically filled with food and they began to eat.
"Well," Ron said as he bit into a chicken leg. "This ought to be an interesting
year."
Why me?
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. "Ehemm. This year we will have a new
program called 1-7. Two seventh years from different houses will escort one first year
around to the classes for six weeks. We are doing this in hopes to create lasting
friendships and inter-house relationships. Here are your assignments: Harry Potter and
Padma Patil, you will escort Michele Zatsko."
"Oh joy," Harry said sarcastically.
"Ronald Weasly and Gregory Goyle, you will escort Louise Grant."
"Damn," Ron swore loudly. Professor McGonagall pretended not to hear and kept
reading off names.
"And finally, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, you will escort Devin
Torres."
"What?!" Hermione whispered in disbelief. "You have got to be kidding me!"
"Um, professor." Malfoy started angrily. "Could I possibly change partners?"
"No, I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy," professor McGonagall said. "I am sure that you and
Ms. Granger will work together and treat each other respectfully."
'I don't believe this,' thought Malfoy. 'I have to work with the mudblood!'
"Bloody hell, Hermione," Ron said. "I'm really sorry."
"If he says or does anything to you I swear to god I'll." Harry began but
stopped.
"It's ok Harry," Hermione muttered. "I'll be fine."
Professor McGonagall interrupted their conversation. "Please proceed to the great
hall for the sorting ceremony."
By the time they reached the great hall the sorting had already begun.
"Grant, Louise," called tiny professor Flitwick in a minuscule voice. A small,
black haired boy came stumbling forward.
"Slytherin!" the hat called out.
"There goes another one," Ron muttered under his breath.
"Jovenia, Eruka." A blushing blond girl made her way to the stool.
"Hufflepuff!"
Professor Flitwick kept calling out names. When he reached,
"Torres, Devin,"
Hermione crossed her fingers. The mousey haired boy walked slowly to the front.
"Hmmm.let's see.Gryffindor!"
"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed, overjoyed. "At least I won't be working with two
Slytherins."
"Zatsko, Michelle."
"Ravenclaw!"
"That's a relief," Harry sighed. "Sorry Ron."
"I'll manage," Ron said through clenched teeth. "I guess."
Everyone clapped as the sorting ceremony ended and Dumbledore stood up.
"Before we eat," Dumbledore said. "There are a few things that you all need to be
reminded of. First of all, the forbidden forest is off limits to all students as most of you
already know. Secondly, I would like to congratulate our new head boy and girl, Mr.
Neville Longbottom and Miss Pansy Parkinson."
There was an explosion of applause from the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables. Ron
turned to Harry with a look of disgust on his face.
"Pansy?" He asked disbelievingly. Harry shrugged.
"Finally," Dumbledore continued. "I will ask all first and seventh years to stay
after the feast for a meeting." He paused to raise his glass. "Let's eat!"
The golden plates and goblets magically filled with food and they began to eat.
"Well," Ron said as he bit into a chicken leg. "This ought to be an interesting
year."