Winning over Mr. Green Eyes.
By Aldesina
Chapter 3
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Disclaimer: I own nothing!
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Author's Note: Well actually Saras is mine, Enjoy the story!
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Hermione ran down the streets of Diagon Alley, she was already late for her appointment.
"Harry, do you really think that you want that stupid book." Ron asked
"Eh well, not really I was just thinking that Hermione might like it so.."
"Well…well… then you can ask her cause here she comes." Ron said. Harry looked up and saw Hermione running toward them with her hair flying behind her.
"Harry, Ron! I've been looking for you everywhere. The last place that I'd ever thought I'd find you two was at a bookshop." Hermione said.
"Ha, ha, ha you think you should talk, we thought the only place to find you was the bookshop but where the hell were you?." Ron said.
"The ice cream shop of course, I missed good old fashioned wizard ice cream." Ron and Harry had not seen Hermione for the entire summer. She was supposed to visit the Weasleys for the summer but then last minute she had to go with her parents to America.
"How were the Americas Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Obviously better then here cause she didn't bother to even try to come back earlier to see us." Ron scoffed jokingly.
"Oh yeah," Hermione said tossing her hair. "I just figured that since I have to deal with the two of you during the entire school year anyway I might as well try to get as far away as I can right now."
"Well in that case I might as well turn around and go, you can always get the news from Professor McGonagall later."
"What news?" Hermione asked, grabbing Harry's arm.
"Eh, did you want to know something Hermione?"
"Yeah I thought you didn't want any contact with us until the school begins."
"And since there are still seven more days until the start of the school year."
"Oh sod off you two!" Hermione said shaking her head at the two of them. "You two know perfectly well that I miss you more then anything. Besides, if I didn't why would I have brought presents for you?"
"You brought us presents?" Ron said. He seemed to have piped up at that word.
"Yes presents, so you'd better be nice to me otherwise I just might give them to some other people that I might…"
"Hey now wait just a minute!" Harry began, laughingly.
"You're not really going to give our presents away are you?" Ron asked, his eyes were as wide as saucers.
"Nah," Hermione said smiling, "Oh come on you two we have to go grab the books before they get all snatched up." Hermione said as she hooked one arm into Harry's and the other with Ron.
"Oh heaven forbid that happen!" Ron said. "Then how could Hermione study?"
"It's good to have you back Hermione." Harry said.
"It's good to be back Harry." Hermione replied as she subconsciously drew Harry's arm closer to her. Harry who didn't seem to mind the close proximity, just smiled at Hermione and let himself be lead into the bookshop again.
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Inside Flourish and Blotts
"Alright then, we need a new book for Transfiguration, a new Charms book, and hmm I wonder if Lupin will be back to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts again. Oh Harry, could you help me grab that Muggle Studies book up there on the sixth shelf, I can't seem to get it."
"I'll get it for you Hermione," Ron said.
"Oh, thanks, Ron" Hermione said. Damn, thwarted again. Now let's see I could ask Harry to carry my books for me, Lavender and Pavarti did say that I had to do more then be close to him. But wouldn't that be a little presumptuous of me? Besides, it's not like I'm his girlfriend yet or anything, and even if I were I wouldn't let him carry my books for me I mean.
"Oi! Hermione! Here's the book you wanted." Ron was standing in front of her waving the book back and forth. "Jeez, what in the world were you zoning out about just now?"
"Oh nothing Ron," Hermione snapped, snatching the book, "Just thinking ya know." Hermione whirled around and proceeded over to the checkout line.
"What the hell was that?" Ron asked no on in particular.
"What's wrong Weasley, have a fight with your lover Granger? You should feel sick, pureblood wizards should never drop that low for a screw, not even you."
"Why you low-life son of a…" Ron snarled as he advanced pulling out his wand,
"Furnunculus" A voice shouted from behind Ron.
"Argh! Ahh, Ahhh! My hands, MY HANDS!" Ron and Hermione both turned around and looked at the source of the curse.
"Saras!" Hermione shouted.
"Nobody insults my friends and get away with it, especially not some two bit British brat" The girl still had her wand raised and pointed at Draco who was now wringing his hands in pain. He had already dropped his wand and was glaring at the newcomer vehemently
"And who the hell are you suppose to be? American accent, black hair, blue eyes. My, my, my, you must be a Nazgail."
"And fancy this!" The new girl sneered right back at him "My first day back in England and I have the misfortune of running into a Malfoy."
"Saras!" Hermione called again, deserting her spot in the checkout line and running over to her friend.
"Saras, I'm so happy to see you, I never thought that I would find you here, I thought you were going to school in America!" Hermione said.
"I was, I was, until my father told us that he had business to do in England and that it might last some odd number of years, so here I am. I'm finishing my diploma off at Hogwarts."
"Well that's great, did you get sorted into your house yet?" Hermione asked.
"As a matter of fact yes, I met up with that curious little sorting hat of yours over the summer when I visited Dumbledore and got sorted into Slytherin." Saras said with a smile, "We're gonna be the worst of enemies" Both of them broke into peals of laughter.
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Hermione had been friends with Saras ever since she could remember. The two girls met when Saras came to England at the age of five. She needed to see a dentist, one day because of an emergency tooth ache that for some reason the medi-wizards could not heal. So her father took her to a muggle dentist. That day Hermione's father had decided to take his daughter to work. Hermione was sitting there minding her own business when a tall man with jet black hair strode into the room and demanded to see the dentist immediately. In his arms he carried a little black haired girl with a pale complexion that looked like she was trying her best not to cry. Her father took one look at the little girl's face and brought her into the room. He also by coincidence had asked Hermione to come in with them. At first the tall man objected saying that she would be in the way, but when Hermione's father explained that she could be of some comfort for the girl because they were the same age, the man reluctantly agreed. Hermione walked into the room and straight into the glaze of the little black haired girl.
"Hi, I'm Hermione," Hermione had said. The girl just nodded gently, it seemed that every little movement caused her tooth much pain. Hermione's dad went over to the little girl to examine her, gently prying open her mouth and looking in with a tiny flashlight. To his utter surprise he found a twig of some sort suck in the very back of her jaw line where a tooth was trying to grow in. He quickly and aptly removed it and the little girl smiled.
"Thank you Dr. Granger for healing my tooth." She said ever so politely. Then she turned her head in Hermione's direction and smiled again.
"Hello, my name is Saras Nazgail."
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"Slytherin?? You don't say? Well I guess because of your scheming nature and that family of yours I'm not surprised." Hermione said with a laugh.
"Hey Hermione, aren't you going to introduce us to your new friend?" Ron asked. The rest of the Weasley family had gathered around the two girls and were looking at them curiously along with Harry and Draco whose curiosity about the new Slytherin girl seemed to have momentarily blocked the pain of the boils on his hands.
"Oh sorry guys," Hermione said apologetically "This is Saras Nazgail, Saras, this is the Weasley Family.."
"How do you do?" Saras asked slightly inclining her head in their direction "I've heard so much about you."
"And us you, Saras," Arthur Weasley said. "You're the sole heir to The Nazgail family."
"Merely the sole female heir," Saras said, "Nothing more."
"And this," Hermione continued looking at her friend and the Weasley's uneasily,
"This is my friend Harry, the one that I've told you so much about."
"Hermione, shame on you" Saras said. " You didn't tell you that your friends with the Harry Potter."
"Pleased to meet you as well" Harry said.
"Likewise."
"And this, although I don't know why I'm bothering to introduce him, is Malfoy." Hermione said with a roll of her eyes.
"Draco Malfoy" Draco drawled, "I'd shake your hand but your curse seems to be preventing me from doing so."
"That's the point."
"Anyways," Draco continued, I'll be seeing you in the common room." With that, he left, undoubtedly to go find a medi-wizard to cure the boils.
"Well, well," Arthur Weasley said. "It's good to finally see the child of another friend." He beamed as he looked at Saras.
"How is your mother dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "We were friends at Hogwarts you know?"
"Yes," Saras said laughing. "You and my mother made history by being the first two best friends from the worst rivaling houses!"
"Although I still don't understand why your family always gets sorted into Slytherin," Percy added "From what I heard up at the Ministry your family has Gryffindor written on it through and through."
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While Saras was entertaining the Weasley family who seemed to know a great deal about her Harry had lightly pulled Hermione aside to talk to her.
"Your friend seems to be making friends rather quickly, even Malfoy doesn't seem to have a problem with her." Hermione shook her head.
"It's only because she's in Slytherin and a pureblood wizard that has her generation traced back to Charlemagne." Hermione said smiling at him; times like this, just talking with Harry were wonderful for her. What did she have to do to get him to feel the same way?
"Not only that she also enjoys scheming up plots and getting in trouble. She doesn't exactly respect authority figures." Hermione said.
"And that's good for us because?" Harry asked looking at her in the eye.
"Err, Malfoy now as competition as Snape's pet?"
"Hahaha, really does he now? Are you trying to tell me that she has better potion brewing skills then the great Hermione Granger, Magic Extraordinaire?" Harry joked.
"You have no idea" Hermione said playing with him right back. "By the way, that reminds me, what was the message that you were supposed to tell me?"
"What message?" Harry asked innocently.
"Oh come off! The one that Professor McGonagall told you to tell me!"
"Oh that one, nope, can't tell you till school begins."
"Harry Potter! You will tell me the information that I need or Merlin help me I'll, I'll…"
"You'll what?"
"I'll never, I'll never fix your glasses for you again." The two of them looked at each other, both unwilling to break away from each other's glaze first. It was rather easy for Hermione; she could stare into Harry's eyes forever.
"Ok, Ok, fine," Harry said finally breaking the glaze, laughing. Hermione was bit disappointed by that.
"It's not that big of a deal, but it seems that you and I have been made house Prefects." Hermione's eyes widened, this was exactly what she needed!
"Which means that you will never get rid of me because not only will we have our own private common room, which will lead to two private rooms of our very own, we'll have to share a bathroom as well."
"Harry, that's fantastic news!" Hermione said throwing her arms around him.
"What's fantastic news?" Saras asked from behind them, it seems that the entire Weasley clan plus one Nazgail had already purchased their books and were getting ready to leave.
"I'll tell you later Saras; right now I have to pay for these books." Hermione said showing her stack to Saras.
"Yeah me too," Harry said, "Come on Hermione, otherwise they might leave without us." That wouldn't be so bad, Hermione thought to herself.
"Yeah, I'm right with you Harry." Hermione said as she followed him to the checkout booth.