Woohoo.made it to chapter three! I'm so proud.hopefully this chapter will
turn out good. And hopefully, you guys will read and review and make my day
wonderful. Forward march! Onto chapter three!
p.s. Have you guys noticed that I'm not too gifted in the Chapter Name Selection department? Yes, I know it stinks. I just don't want to go giving anything away.but if someone can come up with chapter names that would so rock.
Chapter Three
The news of the soon to be appearance of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang was the most talked about topic for the first few days classes were in session. Even though the ball was a good three months away, there was already talk of who was going to the ball with whom and when to buy new dress robes. It took all of Hermione's might not to develop a twitch in her eye.
"Why are you so against the whole ball-thing?" asked Ron one crisp October day after Herbology. The weather was so nice at this time of day, all you really needed was a light cloak.
"I'm not against it, per say, its just if I hear one more person talking about Madam Elise's Elegant False Eyelashes, I think I'll snap." Hermione answered irritably. "Plus, its not like anyone would go with me anyway."
Ron turned to look at her. "What are you talking about? Plenty of guys would go with you, Hermione!"
"Oh yeah? Name a few," she said.
"Um, well.after the whole Krum thing.it makes you look real good, doesn't it?" he answered sheepishly.
"So are you trying to tell me that I'll only get a date because of the fact that I went to the Yule Ball with Krum?" Hermione rounded on him.
"Ah, that sounded bad, didn't it? I'm sor-" he started before he was interrupted by Hermione.
"It's okay, I get it Ron. I have to get to Arithmancy. I'll see you later," she answered coolly.
And with that, she hurried up to the fourth floor, leaving Ron standing alone and furious with himself.
For a few days, Hermione and Ron really didn't speak to each other, more to avoid a huge blowout than anything. It was only after constant nagging from both Harry and Ginny that their conversations had a more civil note to them.
One evening upon entering the common room, Hermione saw a huge mass of people crowded around the common room notice board. She looked around and saw Harry, Ron, and Ginny seated at a table, piles of their homework threatening to cause an avalanche.
She made over to them and asked, "What's going on?"
"They posted a notice about Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. They're going to be arriving in two weeks," Ginny said, not looking up from her homework.
"Really? That's kind of soon. I mean, the ball isn't for another couple of weeks," Hermione said.
"Yeah, well they want to give the students time to mix among us. Last time they were here, it was almost sort of a rivalry going on, with the Triwizard Tournament and everything," Harry answered.
Hermione thought about this for awhile, then said, "For some it might have seemed like a rivalry, but not for me."
She saw Ron visibly stiffen, but instead of saying anything, kept his mouth shut. Thinking of nothing else to do, Hermione sat down with the others, took out her homework, and began working.
As the date of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's arrival grew closer, Hermione noticed that the castle was once again going through a thorough scrubbing. Notices had been put up all over the school by the caretaker, reminding students to scourgefy the bottom of their shoes before they entered the castle and to make sure that all dorms were kept clean.
Finally, on the evening that the two schools were to arrive, the students and staff assembled outside to wait for their visitors to appear.
"I really wish they would hurry up, it's getting cold out here," Hermione said after fifteen minutes.
Suddenly, she felt two robed arms wrap around her from behind. She cricked her neck back and saw the owner of the two arms was Ron.
Looking confused, she said, "What are you doing?"
"You said you were cold, right? Take it or leave it," he answered.
Deciding that she preferred being warm rather than cold, she gingerly shifter her weight so that she was slightly leaning up against Ron. He seemed not to mind, or perhaps not notice, so she stayed in this position.
A short time after that, Hermione heard a rumbling above her, which could only mean the arrival of the Beauxbatons carriage.
"Madame Maxime, how wonderful to see you again," Dumbledore said after the carriage had landed. "We were just waiting for our party from Durmstrang to arrive."
"Ahh, Late again, I zee. You won't mind if we go eenzide to warm?" Maxime purred.
"Certainly not," the headmaster answered.
After the Beauxbatons lot had moved inside, the attention focused this time on the Great Lake, the last known arrival route of the Durmstrang ship. Hermione was still shivering, although not as hard as before.
Then suddenly, a familiar sucking sound came from the lake. Then, slowly, a ship came into form on top of the water.
As the students descended off the ship, Hermione subconsciously began looking at their faces. Some of them she remembered, others she did not. As the crowd of students started to thin, Ron let out a gasp that shook Hermione out of her leaning stance against him, and a split second later, caught her before she hit the ground.
"What did you do that for?" she said angrily, straightening up.
Ron grabbed her head with both hands and turned it in the direction of the end of the line of Durmstrang students. Hermione gasped; she now understood what caused Ron to create such a commotion.
"I thought you said he graduated," Ron said weakly from behind her.
"I did.but.what's going on?" she asked, completely confused.
Suddenly, a tall boy was standing in front of her, but she knew it wasn't Ron, because he was right behind her.
"Hello, Herm-my-oh-ninny," the boy said.
Just when you guys thought I couldn't drop any more bombshells.there's another one!
You guys know what to do now.and for those of you who are thick, I'll remind you.
Read. Review.
p.s. Have you guys noticed that I'm not too gifted in the Chapter Name Selection department? Yes, I know it stinks. I just don't want to go giving anything away.but if someone can come up with chapter names that would so rock.
Chapter Three
The news of the soon to be appearance of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang was the most talked about topic for the first few days classes were in session. Even though the ball was a good three months away, there was already talk of who was going to the ball with whom and when to buy new dress robes. It took all of Hermione's might not to develop a twitch in her eye.
"Why are you so against the whole ball-thing?" asked Ron one crisp October day after Herbology. The weather was so nice at this time of day, all you really needed was a light cloak.
"I'm not against it, per say, its just if I hear one more person talking about Madam Elise's Elegant False Eyelashes, I think I'll snap." Hermione answered irritably. "Plus, its not like anyone would go with me anyway."
Ron turned to look at her. "What are you talking about? Plenty of guys would go with you, Hermione!"
"Oh yeah? Name a few," she said.
"Um, well.after the whole Krum thing.it makes you look real good, doesn't it?" he answered sheepishly.
"So are you trying to tell me that I'll only get a date because of the fact that I went to the Yule Ball with Krum?" Hermione rounded on him.
"Ah, that sounded bad, didn't it? I'm sor-" he started before he was interrupted by Hermione.
"It's okay, I get it Ron. I have to get to Arithmancy. I'll see you later," she answered coolly.
And with that, she hurried up to the fourth floor, leaving Ron standing alone and furious with himself.
For a few days, Hermione and Ron really didn't speak to each other, more to avoid a huge blowout than anything. It was only after constant nagging from both Harry and Ginny that their conversations had a more civil note to them.
One evening upon entering the common room, Hermione saw a huge mass of people crowded around the common room notice board. She looked around and saw Harry, Ron, and Ginny seated at a table, piles of their homework threatening to cause an avalanche.
She made over to them and asked, "What's going on?"
"They posted a notice about Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. They're going to be arriving in two weeks," Ginny said, not looking up from her homework.
"Really? That's kind of soon. I mean, the ball isn't for another couple of weeks," Hermione said.
"Yeah, well they want to give the students time to mix among us. Last time they were here, it was almost sort of a rivalry going on, with the Triwizard Tournament and everything," Harry answered.
Hermione thought about this for awhile, then said, "For some it might have seemed like a rivalry, but not for me."
She saw Ron visibly stiffen, but instead of saying anything, kept his mouth shut. Thinking of nothing else to do, Hermione sat down with the others, took out her homework, and began working.
As the date of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's arrival grew closer, Hermione noticed that the castle was once again going through a thorough scrubbing. Notices had been put up all over the school by the caretaker, reminding students to scourgefy the bottom of their shoes before they entered the castle and to make sure that all dorms were kept clean.
Finally, on the evening that the two schools were to arrive, the students and staff assembled outside to wait for their visitors to appear.
"I really wish they would hurry up, it's getting cold out here," Hermione said after fifteen minutes.
Suddenly, she felt two robed arms wrap around her from behind. She cricked her neck back and saw the owner of the two arms was Ron.
Looking confused, she said, "What are you doing?"
"You said you were cold, right? Take it or leave it," he answered.
Deciding that she preferred being warm rather than cold, she gingerly shifter her weight so that she was slightly leaning up against Ron. He seemed not to mind, or perhaps not notice, so she stayed in this position.
A short time after that, Hermione heard a rumbling above her, which could only mean the arrival of the Beauxbatons carriage.
"Madame Maxime, how wonderful to see you again," Dumbledore said after the carriage had landed. "We were just waiting for our party from Durmstrang to arrive."
"Ahh, Late again, I zee. You won't mind if we go eenzide to warm?" Maxime purred.
"Certainly not," the headmaster answered.
After the Beauxbatons lot had moved inside, the attention focused this time on the Great Lake, the last known arrival route of the Durmstrang ship. Hermione was still shivering, although not as hard as before.
Then suddenly, a familiar sucking sound came from the lake. Then, slowly, a ship came into form on top of the water.
As the students descended off the ship, Hermione subconsciously began looking at their faces. Some of them she remembered, others she did not. As the crowd of students started to thin, Ron let out a gasp that shook Hermione out of her leaning stance against him, and a split second later, caught her before she hit the ground.
"What did you do that for?" she said angrily, straightening up.
Ron grabbed her head with both hands and turned it in the direction of the end of the line of Durmstrang students. Hermione gasped; she now understood what caused Ron to create such a commotion.
"I thought you said he graduated," Ron said weakly from behind her.
"I did.but.what's going on?" she asked, completely confused.
Suddenly, a tall boy was standing in front of her, but she knew it wasn't Ron, because he was right behind her.
"Hello, Herm-my-oh-ninny," the boy said.
Just when you guys thought I couldn't drop any more bombshells.there's another one!
You guys know what to do now.and for those of you who are thick, I'll remind you.
Read. Review.