Chapter 2 ~ Too Many Lies
"You are the stars, you are the sun/You are the earth, you are the one/All of this time, I've not been true/Hiding the fact that I wanted you!
It's a lie, lie, lie/Like before, before/Everyday I, I/Want you more, more, more/
What am I gonna do/What am I gonna do/You, are the one – it is you, you're the one, you're the one!"
"Lie, Lie, Lie" by Myra
The trio stood in the entrance hallway, followed by Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, and fellow 7th years. There was a sudden buzz of chattering among them. Some of them talked about the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, some talked about Oliver Wood, some talked about N.E.W.Ts, while some just talked about their last year. They were amazed that this was going to be the last year on their lives in here, and agreed to make it a good one.
They made their way to the Gryffindor table, but something stopped them. "Hey, Potter!"
Harry swung around. Staring him in the face was his arch-nemesis, Draco Malfoy. "What do you want, Malfoy?"
"Nothing, just wanted to ask something," he said, putting a very light blonde strand behind his ears. His very light face, his piercing silver eyes, and his light pink lips made him look like the most evil wizard alive. He was handsome, but the look in his eyes said that no one was going to mess around with him. He glanced at Hermione and whistled. "I wanted to ask this incredibly gorgeous girl to go out with me! So, how about it?"
Hermione looked upon him, about to burst with rage. Draco Malfoy – the pure- blood. Draco Malfoy – the "better" one than everybody else. Draco Malfoy – the Slytherin. After an awkward silence, Hermione said, "I don't think you'd want to go out with me."
"Why not?" Malfoy said, not realising who he was talking to. "We're obviously meant to be together."
"How so?" Hermione asked, ready to turn around and walk away.
"Well, you're beautiful, tall, look nice – and I'm," Malfoy chuckled. "Well, let's just say I'm everybody's fantasy."
Harry and Ron tried hard to resist their laughter, but it popped out. Hermione stood still, not even smiling a bit. "No, way Malfoy – you're not my fantasy. And I don't think you'd ever want to go out with a "Mudblood" like me!" She turned on her heel and sped to the great hall, looking confident but extremely troubled.
"What?" Malfoy spat. "Th-that's Granger? The mudblood? Ew! I was making a mistake!"
"Well, you didn't seem to think that at first," Harry told him. Draco's face turned a dark shade of pink. "Oh – whatever, Potter. See you in the Quidditch finals, eh?" He walked away.
"Imagine that!" Ron exclaimed, holding his stomach from laughing so hard. "Draco Malfoy – the "fantasy" of all girls – asking Hermione, whom he's been making fun of for years – to go out with him! I'm gonna be laughing for weeks!"
Harry nodded and chuckled a bit before saying, "Let's see the sorting ceremony."
As they walked to the table, they saw Hermione buried in her books. She appeared to be crying, but as they approached even closer, they saw her face had just gone extremely red.
"You all right, Hermione?" asked Harry, sitting down next to her.
"Of course I am!" Hermione said, closing The Standard Book of Spells, Year 7. "Just rehearsing a spell for Charms."
"But we haven't even started classes yet!" Ron exclaimed.
"You're right," she said, giving in. "It's just so, so irrigating. Malfoy asked me out."
"So? What of it?" Ron asked. "It's actually pretty funny. Malfoy asking you out!"
"Why is it funny?" Hermione snapped, her face turning to an even deeper shade of red.
"What he means is," Harry interrupted, glancing at Ron and then to Hermione, "Is that it's funny because Malfoy has been teasing you for absolutely pointless things, and then all of a sudden he asks you out."
"He only asked me out because he thought I looked wonderful – but when he found out it was me, he cancelled his offer," Hermione croaked. "That means he only goes for looks, and a "mudblood" like me isn't good enough for him."
"Hermione-" Ron and Harry said together, but they were interrupted by Dumbledore – the headmaster of Hogwarts, who stood up.
He still had twinkling eyes, half-moon glasses, a crooked nose, and long, silver hair, but more wrinkles shone on his face, making him look incredibly wise and gentle. "Welcome, students – young wizards and witches, to Hogwarts. As you all know, except for the wee little new first years – the Forbidden Forest is absolutely forbidden to all students." He chuckled a bit. "Hence the name. Now, let us watch the sorting ceremony."
Professor McGonagull, who taught Transfiguration, put the familiar 4-leg stool, and the battered sorting hat. Harry remembered it quite well, as he had encountered it in his first and second years. It broke into its song:
"I might be old and ugly,
But you'll find out soon enough.
I have a right old steady mind,
And I'm mighty – strong and tough.
I'm a thinking cap,
And I will find where you ought to be.
So try me on, don't be afraid,
For this is what I may see.
I might put you in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal.
They just, patient and true,
And unafraid of toil.
Or maybe in Ravenclaw,
If you've a wise, intelligent mind.
Where those of wit and learning will always find their kind.
Or perhaps in Gryffindor,
The brave, the mighty at heart.
Willing to face any obstacles,
Thought it might cost the heart.
Or maybe in Slytherin,
You'll make your real friends.
Those cunning folk use any means,
To achieve their ends.
I'm better than the black bowlers,
And the top hats that stand sleek and tall.
I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,
And I can cap them all."
Applause broke out through the great hall. The Sorting Hat sounded a lot like the one Harry heard way back in the first year, but he was glad to hear it again. Professor McGonagull cleared her throat, unrolled a large, long scroll, adjusted her glasses, and began to read.
"AMONY, AVERY!"
A short, mean girl with greasy, black hair approached the stool. McGonagull put the hat gently on her head, and after a few seconds the hat cried, "SLYTHERIN!"
"BOONY, CHARLES!"
A cute boy with dirty blond hair walked up. He heard a few whistles from fellow first years, and winked at them. McGonagull put the hat on, and after 20 seconds the hat bellowed, "GRYFFINDOR!"
The sorting continued, a large amount of students were selected to be in Slytherin, and Harry didn't like that at all. Hermione, becoming bored with the ceremony, looked up the large table, where all the professors sat. She remembered Flitwick, the Charms professor, who had grown slightly larger, but still needed a few books to look upon the great hall. She glared upon Snape, the Slytherin house leader and Potion Masters, who had always been mean to Hermione, Harry, and Ron. She was tempted to stick her tongue out at him, but thought better of it, and continued looking at the teachers. Professor Sprout, the Herbology professor, Professor Trewlaney, the Divination professor, an empty chair that belonged to Professor McGonagull, a tall, beautiful, dark-haired woman who Hermione had never seen before (she presumed it was the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher), Hagrid, the Care of Magical Creatures professor, Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, and, Professor Oliver Wood. She gazed and stared at him, for how long, she didn't know, until finally, Harry nudged her out of her trance.
"Yo? Hermione?" Harry cried. "ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?"
Hermione shook her head. "I'm fine…is the Sorting Ceremony over?"
"Just ended," Ron told her.
Dumbledore stood up again. "I am pleased to present to you two new professors. One of them is here with us to stay, unless the curse of the Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers continues, while the other one is only staying for this year. I am proud to present your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher – Professor Madeline Musetta!" The great hall erupted with applause, bringing a tooth-bearing smile to her face.
"She looks kind," Ron told them.
"And beautiful," Harry added.
"Let's hope it's not another Lockhart clone," Ginny laughed.
"And, and," Dumbledore continued. "As many of you already know, Madam Hooch is undergoing a large operation on her knee. This operation will bring her into crutches for about a year or so. She had a fairly bad broomstick accident. But, we do have a supply, who will be with us for this year. Although he is a player for the Appleby Arrows, he has agreed to give Broomstick Practise classes! I am pleased to announced – Professor Oliver Wood!"
The great hall erupted again with applause – but other things were added too. Young girls whistled, whooped, cheered, cried, screamed, "We love you, Wood!" and clapped loudly. Hermione and Ginny began to whistle too. Harry and Ron, wide-eyed, told them to stop.
Oliver stood up and told them, "Thanks everyone," before sitting back down.
"Now, let's enjoy the feast!" Dumbledore concluded. The plates were suddenly full of different types of food – they goblets were full of pumpkin juice, and all of them began to eat like beasts.
After the feast, they were all too stuffed and tired too talk, and lazily headed up the stairs, Hermione the Head Girl and Seamus Finnigan the Head Boy in the lead.
Hermione turned corners, unlocked doors, and went to three dead ends before eventually finding the Fat Lady portrait. She had too much on her mind, like what this year would be like, Oliver Wood, how much homework they'll have, Oliver Wood, Harry and Ron, Oliver Wood, Crookshanks, Oliver Wood, and Ginny were a few things. She was staring at the portrait absentmindedly until the Fat Lady repeated again, "Password, dear?!"
"Oh, uh, hum…" Hermione answered, shaking her head. "Uh…Cauldron Cakes."
"In you go dear," the Fat Lady gestured, the portrait swinging open.
"Home sweet home at last!" Ron cried running in and jumping onto a couch. He was looking like he was having the time of his life until he drooped down, yawned, and collapsed onto the couch. He had fallen asleep.
"That's Ron, I guess," Neville Longbottom, "the forgetful kid", said. "He eats and eats until he falls asleep." He paused before breaking into a loud yawn. "Guess I'm the same way. Good night, mates."
The common room, looked different to Harry and Hermione. They were suddenly known as "the oldest kids", with year 6s and younger beneath them. It was a strange feeling.
After a few hours of chatting, the common room slowly began to empty. Harry and Hermione, however, chatted until the wee hours of the morning.
"How come you were so upset when Malfoy made an attempt to make you his date?" Harry asked, looking deeply concerned.
"It's just…it's just…" Hermione began, struggling not to let her face turn red. "I've been told…too many lies this summer vacation. Lots of boys, they – they would tell me that I was the most incredible girl they've ever met. Then, I tell them the truth about me. I'm a witch – I'm a bit intelligent. I'm Head Girl. It's like they want a naughty girl, or a bimbo. The second they find out who I really am, they turn away."
"I know the feeling," Harry told her. Hermione looked up, so Harry continued. "Remember – I'm famous because I have a scar on my forehead and got rid of Voldemort. But in the second year – the second that I spoke Parsletongue for the first time everyone thought I was bad. They wouldn't speak to me at all. Thought I'd kill them. It's a terrible feeling."
Ron snored beside them, still asleep in the couch, but Harry went on. "They think you're great because you have a lightning bolt on your head and you're a seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but the second you get to know them you just get uninterested."
"Except Colin Creevey," Hermione argued, smiling. Colin Creevey was a 6th year, and had always considered Harry his "idol".
"Unfortunately, in my case," Harry laughed.
Slowly, but surely, Hermione and Harry began to get tired. Their silent voices were soon droned out by Ron's snores, they yawned constantly, and eventually they ran out of things to talk about! They headed up the stairs, parting ways, and went to their dormitories – Hermione wondering about school and Oliver, Harry wondering about when the first Quidditch practise would occur.
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"You are the stars, you are the sun/You are the earth, you are the one/All of this time, I've not been true/Hiding the fact that I wanted you!
It's a lie, lie, lie/Like before, before/Everyday I, I/Want you more, more, more/
What am I gonna do/What am I gonna do/You, are the one – it is you, you're the one, you're the one!"
"Lie, Lie, Lie" by Myra
The trio stood in the entrance hallway, followed by Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, and fellow 7th years. There was a sudden buzz of chattering among them. Some of them talked about the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, some talked about Oliver Wood, some talked about N.E.W.Ts, while some just talked about their last year. They were amazed that this was going to be the last year on their lives in here, and agreed to make it a good one.
They made their way to the Gryffindor table, but something stopped them. "Hey, Potter!"
Harry swung around. Staring him in the face was his arch-nemesis, Draco Malfoy. "What do you want, Malfoy?"
"Nothing, just wanted to ask something," he said, putting a very light blonde strand behind his ears. His very light face, his piercing silver eyes, and his light pink lips made him look like the most evil wizard alive. He was handsome, but the look in his eyes said that no one was going to mess around with him. He glanced at Hermione and whistled. "I wanted to ask this incredibly gorgeous girl to go out with me! So, how about it?"
Hermione looked upon him, about to burst with rage. Draco Malfoy – the pure- blood. Draco Malfoy – the "better" one than everybody else. Draco Malfoy – the Slytherin. After an awkward silence, Hermione said, "I don't think you'd want to go out with me."
"Why not?" Malfoy said, not realising who he was talking to. "We're obviously meant to be together."
"How so?" Hermione asked, ready to turn around and walk away.
"Well, you're beautiful, tall, look nice – and I'm," Malfoy chuckled. "Well, let's just say I'm everybody's fantasy."
Harry and Ron tried hard to resist their laughter, but it popped out. Hermione stood still, not even smiling a bit. "No, way Malfoy – you're not my fantasy. And I don't think you'd ever want to go out with a "Mudblood" like me!" She turned on her heel and sped to the great hall, looking confident but extremely troubled.
"What?" Malfoy spat. "Th-that's Granger? The mudblood? Ew! I was making a mistake!"
"Well, you didn't seem to think that at first," Harry told him. Draco's face turned a dark shade of pink. "Oh – whatever, Potter. See you in the Quidditch finals, eh?" He walked away.
"Imagine that!" Ron exclaimed, holding his stomach from laughing so hard. "Draco Malfoy – the "fantasy" of all girls – asking Hermione, whom he's been making fun of for years – to go out with him! I'm gonna be laughing for weeks!"
Harry nodded and chuckled a bit before saying, "Let's see the sorting ceremony."
As they walked to the table, they saw Hermione buried in her books. She appeared to be crying, but as they approached even closer, they saw her face had just gone extremely red.
"You all right, Hermione?" asked Harry, sitting down next to her.
"Of course I am!" Hermione said, closing The Standard Book of Spells, Year 7. "Just rehearsing a spell for Charms."
"But we haven't even started classes yet!" Ron exclaimed.
"You're right," she said, giving in. "It's just so, so irrigating. Malfoy asked me out."
"So? What of it?" Ron asked. "It's actually pretty funny. Malfoy asking you out!"
"Why is it funny?" Hermione snapped, her face turning to an even deeper shade of red.
"What he means is," Harry interrupted, glancing at Ron and then to Hermione, "Is that it's funny because Malfoy has been teasing you for absolutely pointless things, and then all of a sudden he asks you out."
"He only asked me out because he thought I looked wonderful – but when he found out it was me, he cancelled his offer," Hermione croaked. "That means he only goes for looks, and a "mudblood" like me isn't good enough for him."
"Hermione-" Ron and Harry said together, but they were interrupted by Dumbledore – the headmaster of Hogwarts, who stood up.
He still had twinkling eyes, half-moon glasses, a crooked nose, and long, silver hair, but more wrinkles shone on his face, making him look incredibly wise and gentle. "Welcome, students – young wizards and witches, to Hogwarts. As you all know, except for the wee little new first years – the Forbidden Forest is absolutely forbidden to all students." He chuckled a bit. "Hence the name. Now, let us watch the sorting ceremony."
Professor McGonagull, who taught Transfiguration, put the familiar 4-leg stool, and the battered sorting hat. Harry remembered it quite well, as he had encountered it in his first and second years. It broke into its song:
"I might be old and ugly,
But you'll find out soon enough.
I have a right old steady mind,
And I'm mighty – strong and tough.
I'm a thinking cap,
And I will find where you ought to be.
So try me on, don't be afraid,
For this is what I may see.
I might put you in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal.
They just, patient and true,
And unafraid of toil.
Or maybe in Ravenclaw,
If you've a wise, intelligent mind.
Where those of wit and learning will always find their kind.
Or perhaps in Gryffindor,
The brave, the mighty at heart.
Willing to face any obstacles,
Thought it might cost the heart.
Or maybe in Slytherin,
You'll make your real friends.
Those cunning folk use any means,
To achieve their ends.
I'm better than the black bowlers,
And the top hats that stand sleek and tall.
I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,
And I can cap them all."
Applause broke out through the great hall. The Sorting Hat sounded a lot like the one Harry heard way back in the first year, but he was glad to hear it again. Professor McGonagull cleared her throat, unrolled a large, long scroll, adjusted her glasses, and began to read.
"AMONY, AVERY!"
A short, mean girl with greasy, black hair approached the stool. McGonagull put the hat gently on her head, and after a few seconds the hat cried, "SLYTHERIN!"
"BOONY, CHARLES!"
A cute boy with dirty blond hair walked up. He heard a few whistles from fellow first years, and winked at them. McGonagull put the hat on, and after 20 seconds the hat bellowed, "GRYFFINDOR!"
The sorting continued, a large amount of students were selected to be in Slytherin, and Harry didn't like that at all. Hermione, becoming bored with the ceremony, looked up the large table, where all the professors sat. She remembered Flitwick, the Charms professor, who had grown slightly larger, but still needed a few books to look upon the great hall. She glared upon Snape, the Slytherin house leader and Potion Masters, who had always been mean to Hermione, Harry, and Ron. She was tempted to stick her tongue out at him, but thought better of it, and continued looking at the teachers. Professor Sprout, the Herbology professor, Professor Trewlaney, the Divination professor, an empty chair that belonged to Professor McGonagull, a tall, beautiful, dark-haired woman who Hermione had never seen before (she presumed it was the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher), Hagrid, the Care of Magical Creatures professor, Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, and, Professor Oliver Wood. She gazed and stared at him, for how long, she didn't know, until finally, Harry nudged her out of her trance.
"Yo? Hermione?" Harry cried. "ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?"
Hermione shook her head. "I'm fine…is the Sorting Ceremony over?"
"Just ended," Ron told her.
Dumbledore stood up again. "I am pleased to present to you two new professors. One of them is here with us to stay, unless the curse of the Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers continues, while the other one is only staying for this year. I am proud to present your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher – Professor Madeline Musetta!" The great hall erupted with applause, bringing a tooth-bearing smile to her face.
"She looks kind," Ron told them.
"And beautiful," Harry added.
"Let's hope it's not another Lockhart clone," Ginny laughed.
"And, and," Dumbledore continued. "As many of you already know, Madam Hooch is undergoing a large operation on her knee. This operation will bring her into crutches for about a year or so. She had a fairly bad broomstick accident. But, we do have a supply, who will be with us for this year. Although he is a player for the Appleby Arrows, he has agreed to give Broomstick Practise classes! I am pleased to announced – Professor Oliver Wood!"
The great hall erupted again with applause – but other things were added too. Young girls whistled, whooped, cheered, cried, screamed, "We love you, Wood!" and clapped loudly. Hermione and Ginny began to whistle too. Harry and Ron, wide-eyed, told them to stop.
Oliver stood up and told them, "Thanks everyone," before sitting back down.
"Now, let's enjoy the feast!" Dumbledore concluded. The plates were suddenly full of different types of food – they goblets were full of pumpkin juice, and all of them began to eat like beasts.
After the feast, they were all too stuffed and tired too talk, and lazily headed up the stairs, Hermione the Head Girl and Seamus Finnigan the Head Boy in the lead.
Hermione turned corners, unlocked doors, and went to three dead ends before eventually finding the Fat Lady portrait. She had too much on her mind, like what this year would be like, Oliver Wood, how much homework they'll have, Oliver Wood, Harry and Ron, Oliver Wood, Crookshanks, Oliver Wood, and Ginny were a few things. She was staring at the portrait absentmindedly until the Fat Lady repeated again, "Password, dear?!"
"Oh, uh, hum…" Hermione answered, shaking her head. "Uh…Cauldron Cakes."
"In you go dear," the Fat Lady gestured, the portrait swinging open.
"Home sweet home at last!" Ron cried running in and jumping onto a couch. He was looking like he was having the time of his life until he drooped down, yawned, and collapsed onto the couch. He had fallen asleep.
"That's Ron, I guess," Neville Longbottom, "the forgetful kid", said. "He eats and eats until he falls asleep." He paused before breaking into a loud yawn. "Guess I'm the same way. Good night, mates."
The common room, looked different to Harry and Hermione. They were suddenly known as "the oldest kids", with year 6s and younger beneath them. It was a strange feeling.
After a few hours of chatting, the common room slowly began to empty. Harry and Hermione, however, chatted until the wee hours of the morning.
"How come you were so upset when Malfoy made an attempt to make you his date?" Harry asked, looking deeply concerned.
"It's just…it's just…" Hermione began, struggling not to let her face turn red. "I've been told…too many lies this summer vacation. Lots of boys, they – they would tell me that I was the most incredible girl they've ever met. Then, I tell them the truth about me. I'm a witch – I'm a bit intelligent. I'm Head Girl. It's like they want a naughty girl, or a bimbo. The second they find out who I really am, they turn away."
"I know the feeling," Harry told her. Hermione looked up, so Harry continued. "Remember – I'm famous because I have a scar on my forehead and got rid of Voldemort. But in the second year – the second that I spoke Parsletongue for the first time everyone thought I was bad. They wouldn't speak to me at all. Thought I'd kill them. It's a terrible feeling."
Ron snored beside them, still asleep in the couch, but Harry went on. "They think you're great because you have a lightning bolt on your head and you're a seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but the second you get to know them you just get uninterested."
"Except Colin Creevey," Hermione argued, smiling. Colin Creevey was a 6th year, and had always considered Harry his "idol".
"Unfortunately, in my case," Harry laughed.
Slowly, but surely, Hermione and Harry began to get tired. Their silent voices were soon droned out by Ron's snores, they yawned constantly, and eventually they ran out of things to talk about! They headed up the stairs, parting ways, and went to their dormitories – Hermione wondering about school and Oliver, Harry wondering about when the first Quidditch practise would occur.
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Hi! I just finished the second chapter – what do you think? It'll get even better don't worry!
Thanks to all of you who have sent reviews in – it really helps!
Jillybean – Thanks for your compliments! I hope the rest of the story will be just as good and meet up with your expectations!
G*Ness – Thanks for all your help and your welcome for the help with yours. I don't think my story will be as good as yours. Everybody check it out! It's called Gravity is Holding Onto Me – it's also an O/H fic, but it's really really good! Check it out!