***Disclaimer-
I do not own the original Harry Potter characters; they rightfully belong
to J.K. Rowling. But I own J.K. Rowling, I bought her on eBay for $50.
***Author's Note- I have sore teeth! Hmm, anyway, a young mister Draco appears in this chapter!! So we can all drool and bask in his sexiliness! This is chapter 5! I'm already doing chapter 5 and I only posted the damn story today! I'm really excited about this one; maybe it will be the story I finally finish! Anyway, before I get distracted anymore I shall begin, maybe I can nearly be up to chapter 10 by the end of today. Ahh, a girl can dream can't she? THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC! -Uncle Vernon actually looks a little bit like my uncle! How scary is that? Okay ok, quit throwing tomatoes, I'll get on with the story!
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Chapter 5- at the ministry of magic
Hermione sat staring out of her window, searching the sky for a familiar owl. She hoped and prayed that Ron had some excuse for not writing, she would even believe a feeble one. She didn't want to have to go to the measures that she was planning for that afternoon. If only he would send a reply, just so she knew where she stood.
She looked down at her watch, she needed to hurry or else she might be late for her test, she picked up a long thin coat and put it on over her cute little boob tube and tight jeans. And she picked up her handbag on the way out the door.
She walked down the streets of muggle London and finally stopped in front of a run down phone box.
She stepped in and dialed 62442.
A woman's voice rang loudly through the phone box. "Welcome to the ministry of magic, state your name and business."
"Hermione Granger, here for an Apparation test." She answered uncertainly.
"Thank-you, visitor please take the badge and attach it to the front of your robes." Said the female voice as a clunking sound came and Hermione picked up the badge that read: 'Hermione Granger, Apparation Test'
"Visitor to the ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the atrium." Said the female voice as the phone box began to shudder and Hermione felt herself fall down past the pavement.
As she came out of the phone box and walked into the atrium. It was bustling with people floo-ing in and out through the fireplaces around the atrium.
The last time Hermione had been to the ministry of magic, they had been there to rescue Sirius that had been the last time she'd ever seen Sirius. She quickly blinked back a few tears and made her way towards the security desk.
After she'd been searched and her wand checked, Hermione made her way to the lift.
The lift was full of people bustling and talking to one another. They stopped at a floor and the female voice from the Phone booth called out.
"Level Seven, Department of Magical games and sports, incorporating the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, Official Gobstones Club and Ludicrous patents office." The doors of the lift opened and Hermione watched a few stray wizards got out. The doors closed and the lift went upwards again. The female voice began to speak again.
"Level Six, Department of Magical Transportation, incorporating the floo network Authority, Broom Regulatory Control, Portkey office and Apparation test centre."
The lift doors opened and Hermione pushed her way out. She walked along the hall and came to a rather large waiting room.
"May I help you dear?" asked a red-haired witch at the counter.
"Ah, yes my name is Hermione Granger, and I'm here for my apparation test." Said Hermione clearly.
"Of course you are dear." Said the red-haired witch, "just take a seat and you will be called up when an examiner is free."
She said and waved her hand towards the waiting room full of seats.
Hermione sat down in a stiff red chair and began to read an ancient copy of Witch Weekly. She watched the door to see if any of her school friends entered.
She watched the door every time she heard it open, but every time an unfamiliar young witch or wizard walked in.
She looked down at the article in Witch Weekly that she had been reading. When she heard the door open again she looked up, a muscular blonde boy walked in. he had shortish white blonde hair that was twisted into sort of fake dreadlocks that fell onto his chiseled face. He smirked at Hermione and started to talk in an overly sweet tone to the witch at the counter. She nodded to him and smiled sweetly as she pointed him towards the chairs. He sat down near Hermione and smiled at her seductively. Her insides almost melted at that smile, and then they churned in disgust! The boy she was making eyes at was Malfoy! The biggest, slimiest git at hogwarts, Draco Malfoy! She turned away and began to read the article again.
Soon she felt someone sitting near her.
"My name's Draco Malfoy, what's yours" asked the blonde boy, who had now moved next to Hermione.
"I hardly think that's any of your business." Snapped Hermione, inside she giggled Malfoy didn't recognize her. She must look different.
"I'm sorry, you just look a bit familiar, have we met before?" he asked, as the witch at the counter called his name.
"Is that the best line you can come up with?" she asked icily "and if you're Draco Malfoy, then I suggest you go do your test. They called your name," she said pointing to the counter.
He stood up and walked away, mumbling about always getting what he wanted. Hermione giggled to herself, and soon enough her name was too called.
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A/n: To be Continued...
***Author's Note- I have sore teeth! Hmm, anyway, a young mister Draco appears in this chapter!! So we can all drool and bask in his sexiliness! This is chapter 5! I'm already doing chapter 5 and I only posted the damn story today! I'm really excited about this one; maybe it will be the story I finally finish! Anyway, before I get distracted anymore I shall begin, maybe I can nearly be up to chapter 10 by the end of today. Ahh, a girl can dream can't she? THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC! -Uncle Vernon actually looks a little bit like my uncle! How scary is that? Okay ok, quit throwing tomatoes, I'll get on with the story!
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Chapter 5- at the ministry of magic
Hermione sat staring out of her window, searching the sky for a familiar owl. She hoped and prayed that Ron had some excuse for not writing, she would even believe a feeble one. She didn't want to have to go to the measures that she was planning for that afternoon. If only he would send a reply, just so she knew where she stood.
She looked down at her watch, she needed to hurry or else she might be late for her test, she picked up a long thin coat and put it on over her cute little boob tube and tight jeans. And she picked up her handbag on the way out the door.
She walked down the streets of muggle London and finally stopped in front of a run down phone box.
She stepped in and dialed 62442.
A woman's voice rang loudly through the phone box. "Welcome to the ministry of magic, state your name and business."
"Hermione Granger, here for an Apparation test." She answered uncertainly.
"Thank-you, visitor please take the badge and attach it to the front of your robes." Said the female voice as a clunking sound came and Hermione picked up the badge that read: 'Hermione Granger, Apparation Test'
"Visitor to the ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the atrium." Said the female voice as the phone box began to shudder and Hermione felt herself fall down past the pavement.
As she came out of the phone box and walked into the atrium. It was bustling with people floo-ing in and out through the fireplaces around the atrium.
The last time Hermione had been to the ministry of magic, they had been there to rescue Sirius that had been the last time she'd ever seen Sirius. She quickly blinked back a few tears and made her way towards the security desk.
After she'd been searched and her wand checked, Hermione made her way to the lift.
The lift was full of people bustling and talking to one another. They stopped at a floor and the female voice from the Phone booth called out.
"Level Seven, Department of Magical games and sports, incorporating the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, Official Gobstones Club and Ludicrous patents office." The doors of the lift opened and Hermione watched a few stray wizards got out. The doors closed and the lift went upwards again. The female voice began to speak again.
"Level Six, Department of Magical Transportation, incorporating the floo network Authority, Broom Regulatory Control, Portkey office and Apparation test centre."
The lift doors opened and Hermione pushed her way out. She walked along the hall and came to a rather large waiting room.
"May I help you dear?" asked a red-haired witch at the counter.
"Ah, yes my name is Hermione Granger, and I'm here for my apparation test." Said Hermione clearly.
"Of course you are dear." Said the red-haired witch, "just take a seat and you will be called up when an examiner is free."
She said and waved her hand towards the waiting room full of seats.
Hermione sat down in a stiff red chair and began to read an ancient copy of Witch Weekly. She watched the door to see if any of her school friends entered.
She watched the door every time she heard it open, but every time an unfamiliar young witch or wizard walked in.
She looked down at the article in Witch Weekly that she had been reading. When she heard the door open again she looked up, a muscular blonde boy walked in. he had shortish white blonde hair that was twisted into sort of fake dreadlocks that fell onto his chiseled face. He smirked at Hermione and started to talk in an overly sweet tone to the witch at the counter. She nodded to him and smiled sweetly as she pointed him towards the chairs. He sat down near Hermione and smiled at her seductively. Her insides almost melted at that smile, and then they churned in disgust! The boy she was making eyes at was Malfoy! The biggest, slimiest git at hogwarts, Draco Malfoy! She turned away and began to read the article again.
Soon she felt someone sitting near her.
"My name's Draco Malfoy, what's yours" asked the blonde boy, who had now moved next to Hermione.
"I hardly think that's any of your business." Snapped Hermione, inside she giggled Malfoy didn't recognize her. She must look different.
"I'm sorry, you just look a bit familiar, have we met before?" he asked, as the witch at the counter called his name.
"Is that the best line you can come up with?" she asked icily "and if you're Draco Malfoy, then I suggest you go do your test. They called your name," she said pointing to the counter.
He stood up and walked away, mumbling about always getting what he wanted. Hermione giggled to herself, and soon enough her name was too called.
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A/n: To be Continued...