The Worst Way to Miss Someone
"The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them."
Disclaimer: I only own this plot. JK Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters and themes and practically everything else.
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A/N Hey peoples. I bought the LOTR Return of the King soundtrack today, and I am writing this chapter while listening to it, so there is a tiny chance that there might be some undercurrents of Middle Earth in here. I will try my very best to keep it strictly Harry Potter, but no guarantees. Thanx in advance for reading. Okay, in chapter 6 they get their class schedules and go to their first classes and, well, I will let you read from here. Oh, by the way, back to Hermione's POV.
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Chapter Six: The First Day Back
Hermione rolled over and groaned. She hadn't slept a wink the previous night. She spent the entire night tossing and turning, nervous about the next day. Now that day was here and she faced the prospect of going to class, Hermione felt that her nerves were not without reason. She did not know what to expect as far Head Girl duties. All the N.E.W.T. classes that she was taking were bound to double her work load. And then there was the most obvious problem: Malfoy as Head Boy. How much working together would they have to go through?
Trying to get all these thoughts out of her head, Hermione rolled out of bed and stumbled into the light of the common room. Malfoy was sitting on the coach staring into the fire place. His gray eyes were stormy and had a look of concentration about them. His hair was mussed and his robes were rumpled. The firelight played about his face in the most peculiar way.
Hermione had a mental image of herself making out with Harry while wishing she was making out with Malfoy. She shook herself. 'No,' she thought. 'I must not think that Malfoy is hot. He is a lying, cheating, conceited brat.' Hermione went into the bathroom and got into the shower.
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When she went into the Great Hall for breakfast, Hermione saw Ginny sitting next to Harry and Ron and went to join them. When she sat down, Ginny looked up and seemed startled by her sudden appearance. "Hermione," Ginny said very seriously, "next time you are gonna sit by me, you really have to acknowledge your presence first. You gave me quite a start." Hermione burst out laughing.
"I 'gave you a start'? Okay, if I am going be giving you starts, I guess I had better start warning you first."
Both girls laughed. Ron and Harry looked up to see what was so funny. The perplexed expression on Harry's face sent Hermione into a fresh set of giggles.
It took a few minutes for both girls to quiet down, and as soon as they did Professor McGonagall walked up the table passing out new course schedules. Hermione reached for and eagerly studied her new schedule.
Monday 9:00 Double Transfiguration 11:00 Defense Against the Dark Arts 2:00 Charms 3:30 Potions
Hermione looked up and saw Harry and Ron pouring over their schedules, muttering wildly.
"What are you guys complaining about?" Hermione asked. "Today is fairly easy. Yeah, we have Potions, but Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Charms all together, not bad."
"What are you talking about?" Ron said. "Today we have Double Potions, History of Magic, Divination, and a new class called Study Hall. Sounds like great fun, doesn't it?"
"What?" Hermione reached for Ron's schedule and matched it against her own. They had no classes together in any day of the week. Hermione's mind raced. The thought that Ron was taking very few N.E.W.T. classes came to her attention. 'Yes, that must be it,' she thought. 'I am taking all N.E.W.T. classes so I would have to have a very different schedule than Ron. But Harry is taking most of the N.E.W.T. classes I am...'
Hermione grabbed Harry's schedule from where it lay on the table. Even though they had many of the same classes, none of them were at the same time. This had never happened before. Hermione could not remember a time when she did not have classes with her House.
"Professor McGonagall," Hermione called. "I think there is something wrong with my schedule."
Professor McGonagall turned and looked at Hermione. "Why do you think that?"
"Because I don't have any classes with my House. They are all different."
"Oh yes," Professor McGonagall sighed. "It's because you are a Head. We have to put the Head Boy and Girl in all the same classes so their schedules would be easy to work with. You will notice you have Divination again, because Mr. Malfoy is taking it. He added Arithmancy, because you would not give it up."
"But he won't have any clue what we are doing in Arithmancy, how will he figure it out? And the same thing for me and Divination!"
"You will have to help each other with those two subjects," Professor McGonagall said.
"But why are none of my classes with my friends?" Hermione asked, still puzzled.
"This semester you will be taking classes with the Slytherins. Next semester Mr. Malfoy will be taking classes with the Gryffindors, which will even things out. Now hurry and finish breakfast, or you will be late for my class."
Professor McGonagall turned and walked out of the Great Hall. As Hermione watched her go, she got a sinking feeling in her stomach. She had every single class with Draco Malfoy. She shared Headship with him, shared a common room with him, and now shared every class with him? What would they make her share next?
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Hermione walked into Transfiguration twenty minutes later, feeling very ticked off. She started over to her normal seat, but found it occupied by a dark haired Slytherin girl. 'Great, where am I gonna sit?' she thought. She walked to Professor McGonagall's desk and stood there silently waiting for Professor McGonagall to acknowledge her presence. Hermione could hear the Slytherins snickering at her from behind her. She almost thought she could tell what they were saying, none of which was very complimentary.
"Yes, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said, looking up at her.
"Um, Professor, where do I sit?" asked Hermione. Professor McGonagall looked around the classroom to find very few empty desks. The only one Hermione saw was next to Malfoy. 'Oh no,' Hermione thought. 'No, no, no, no. No way am I gonna....'
"You may sit over there next to Mr. Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said. "Usually that seat is occupied by Joseph Smythens, but his family has moved to America."
Hermione nodded, horrified, and sat down next to Malfoy, who totally ignored her. She placed her bag on the floor next to her feet and pulled out her copy of Advanced Transfiguration. Hermione shuffled through her Transfiguration notes, picked up a quill, and sat quietly while waiting for Professor McGonagall to begin the lesson.
"Today we are going to start human transfiguration," Professor McGonagall began. "These are very complex spells, requiring much concentration and ability. We will start with simply changing hair color. You will concentrate hard on your partner and their hair while saying, 'Tresswarp' and thinking about the color you will change their hair. After you have successfully done this, say, 'Tresswane' and their hair will change to its original color. Your partners are the people sitting next to you. Any questions, ask me. Begin."
"Oh, joy," Hermione muttered under her breath as she pulled out her wand and faced Malfoy. He was looking at her with intense dislike upon his face.
"Well, let's get this over with," Hermione said and Malfoy merely nodded, keeping his eyes on her. "Do you want to go first, or do you want me to?" Hermione asked.
"You can," Malfoy said quietly.
Hermione nodded and raised her wand. "TRESSWARP!" she said and thought hard. Malfoy's hair turned the same shade of red that was found atop Ron's freckled head. He looked rather comical. The hair that was usually messed up on Ron was slicked back and stuck tightly to the scalp of Malfoy. The gray eyes that were staring at her stoically clashed terribly with his hair. Hermione could not help herself, and she burst out laughing.
"Change it back," Malfoy said dangerously.
Hermione nodded once again and said, "TRESSWANE!" Malfoy's hair reverted to its original white/blonde perfection. Malfoy pulled a mirror out of his bag and checked his head all over to make sure Hermione hadn't messed it up too badly. Once sure that he was his usual gorgeous self, he pulled out his wand and turned to face Hermione.
"Are you ready for this?" he said.
"Bring it," said Hermione simply.
Malfoy raised his wand and shouted the incantation. Hermione felt a peculiar sensation on her scalp. As soon as it appeared, it was gone. Hermione looked at Malfoy who was staring at her with his eyes wide. Hermione, curious at was making Malfoy so weird, grabbed the mirror from where he had left it on the desk. She looked into her own eyes. Her hair was white/blonde, like Malfoy's, but she had streaks of her normal color and black. Hermione didn't exactly hate what she saw.
"How did you do the highlights?" she asked Malfoy with amazement.
"I just thought about them while thinking about your hair color. Really easy. But the look doesn't suit you at all. TRESSWANE!" he said and Hermione's hair went back to its previous state.
Hermione and Malfoy stared around the room at the other pairs of students, determinedly not looking at each other until the bell finally rang to signify the end of the lesson.
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Defense Against the Dark Arts was rather uneventful. Professor Jordanson took their first class to introduce herself and get to know the class. She was an Auror and volunteered to teach this class when Dumbledore sent out a search for qualified teachers for a Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor Jordanson was well aquatinted with everything going on inside of Hogwarts for she had graduated from it only five years earlier. She had been in her Seventh year when Hermione's class was in First year. Hermione found her to be a very cool teacher and was looking forward to the year.
As Hermione went into the Great Hall for lunch, she saw Harry and Ron deep in discussion. She went over to join them and at sat down next to Ron.
"How was Potions and History of Magic?" Hermione asked as she dished shepherd's pie onto her plate.
"Absolutely terrible," said Ron simply.
"And why was that?" asked Hermione.
"Snape has achieved new levels of evilness, and now that you are in a different class than us, I actually have to listen in Binns' class! It is absolutely awful!" Ron said and Hermione laughed.
Harry, meanwhile, was staring off into space. "Harry," Hermione said. "Are you okay? Harry? Harry? Earth to Harry?"
Harry jumped and turned towards her. "Sorry," he said. "I guess I drifted off or something.
Hermione rolled her eyes and groaned as the bell rang to tell them to go to their next classes.
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As she went up to her new Common Room after Potions, Hermione felt very exhausted. She still had to do a few hours of homework before going to bed though. As she came upon the portrait of the lion and serpent, she stopped to stare at its wonder. The lion was strong and bold, and the snake was compact and vicious. Both looked like a formidable enemy. But both looked like someone that would be good to have as an ally. Both animals looked very realistic. It was clear that the artist was a master at what they did. Hermione shook her head, muttered the password, and went into the Common Room.
She sat down in a large overstuffed chair next to the fire and pulled out her homework. About fifteen minutes later, the portrait hole opened and in walked Draco Malfoy. But he was not alone. Right after he walked in, Pansy Parkinson followed. She was wearing tight pants and low cut shirt that showed quite a bit of cleavage. Before Hermione could say anything Malfoy and Pansy crossed to the couch closest to the fire and started making out. Pansy pulled off Malfoy's shirt and started caressing his chest. They were kissing each other very passionately and Hermione could tell that they were planning a bit more than making out. She didn't really want to watch, so she cleared her throat.
"What do you want, Mudblood?" Malfoy said with contempt.
"Go to your room to do that. I'm studying here," Hermione said.
"We never said that you had to leave," Pansy said.
"But I said that you had to leave. Now get!" Hermione said
"No. I don't think we want to," said Malfoy. "So you have two options. One, you can go to your dormitory to do your homework. Two, you can stay here and ignore us. Your choice, but while you choose, we're busy."
Hermione picked up her books and went into her dormitory. She sat on her bed and began to cry. Was this what she would have to put up with for the rest of the year? Malfoy bad mouthing her and subjecting her to the fantasies of every girl in the school? Yes, every girl she knew thought Malfoy was the hottest guy in the school, and now that she had seen him half-naked, she thought they were right. But still, he was so willing to let Pansy have her way with him. He was not embarrassed at all to find Hermione watching him with Pansy.
Hermione choked on her tears. How could she have thought that she could handle this year with Malfoy as Head Boy? Hermione decided that in the morning she would talk to McGonagall and resign as Head Girl.
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A/N Okay, there ya go. Took me a while to write, but that's okay. I have had a lot of fun writing this story, and I hope that you have had just as much fun reading it. Okay, next chapter. I won't be telling you what it is, so it will be a surprise. And, thanks to my reviewers, you guys totally rock.
Oh by the way, send me reviews. The more you people review, the more I am reminded to update! ^_^
"The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them."
Disclaimer: I only own this plot. JK Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters and themes and practically everything else.
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A/N Hey peoples. I bought the LOTR Return of the King soundtrack today, and I am writing this chapter while listening to it, so there is a tiny chance that there might be some undercurrents of Middle Earth in here. I will try my very best to keep it strictly Harry Potter, but no guarantees. Thanx in advance for reading. Okay, in chapter 6 they get their class schedules and go to their first classes and, well, I will let you read from here. Oh, by the way, back to Hermione's POV.
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Chapter Six: The First Day Back
Hermione rolled over and groaned. She hadn't slept a wink the previous night. She spent the entire night tossing and turning, nervous about the next day. Now that day was here and she faced the prospect of going to class, Hermione felt that her nerves were not without reason. She did not know what to expect as far Head Girl duties. All the N.E.W.T. classes that she was taking were bound to double her work load. And then there was the most obvious problem: Malfoy as Head Boy. How much working together would they have to go through?
Trying to get all these thoughts out of her head, Hermione rolled out of bed and stumbled into the light of the common room. Malfoy was sitting on the coach staring into the fire place. His gray eyes were stormy and had a look of concentration about them. His hair was mussed and his robes were rumpled. The firelight played about his face in the most peculiar way.
Hermione had a mental image of herself making out with Harry while wishing she was making out with Malfoy. She shook herself. 'No,' she thought. 'I must not think that Malfoy is hot. He is a lying, cheating, conceited brat.' Hermione went into the bathroom and got into the shower.
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When she went into the Great Hall for breakfast, Hermione saw Ginny sitting next to Harry and Ron and went to join them. When she sat down, Ginny looked up and seemed startled by her sudden appearance. "Hermione," Ginny said very seriously, "next time you are gonna sit by me, you really have to acknowledge your presence first. You gave me quite a start." Hermione burst out laughing.
"I 'gave you a start'? Okay, if I am going be giving you starts, I guess I had better start warning you first."
Both girls laughed. Ron and Harry looked up to see what was so funny. The perplexed expression on Harry's face sent Hermione into a fresh set of giggles.
It took a few minutes for both girls to quiet down, and as soon as they did Professor McGonagall walked up the table passing out new course schedules. Hermione reached for and eagerly studied her new schedule.
Monday 9:00 Double Transfiguration 11:00 Defense Against the Dark Arts 2:00 Charms 3:30 Potions
Hermione looked up and saw Harry and Ron pouring over their schedules, muttering wildly.
"What are you guys complaining about?" Hermione asked. "Today is fairly easy. Yeah, we have Potions, but Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Charms all together, not bad."
"What are you talking about?" Ron said. "Today we have Double Potions, History of Magic, Divination, and a new class called Study Hall. Sounds like great fun, doesn't it?"
"What?" Hermione reached for Ron's schedule and matched it against her own. They had no classes together in any day of the week. Hermione's mind raced. The thought that Ron was taking very few N.E.W.T. classes came to her attention. 'Yes, that must be it,' she thought. 'I am taking all N.E.W.T. classes so I would have to have a very different schedule than Ron. But Harry is taking most of the N.E.W.T. classes I am...'
Hermione grabbed Harry's schedule from where it lay on the table. Even though they had many of the same classes, none of them were at the same time. This had never happened before. Hermione could not remember a time when she did not have classes with her House.
"Professor McGonagall," Hermione called. "I think there is something wrong with my schedule."
Professor McGonagall turned and looked at Hermione. "Why do you think that?"
"Because I don't have any classes with my House. They are all different."
"Oh yes," Professor McGonagall sighed. "It's because you are a Head. We have to put the Head Boy and Girl in all the same classes so their schedules would be easy to work with. You will notice you have Divination again, because Mr. Malfoy is taking it. He added Arithmancy, because you would not give it up."
"But he won't have any clue what we are doing in Arithmancy, how will he figure it out? And the same thing for me and Divination!"
"You will have to help each other with those two subjects," Professor McGonagall said.
"But why are none of my classes with my friends?" Hermione asked, still puzzled.
"This semester you will be taking classes with the Slytherins. Next semester Mr. Malfoy will be taking classes with the Gryffindors, which will even things out. Now hurry and finish breakfast, or you will be late for my class."
Professor McGonagall turned and walked out of the Great Hall. As Hermione watched her go, she got a sinking feeling in her stomach. She had every single class with Draco Malfoy. She shared Headship with him, shared a common room with him, and now shared every class with him? What would they make her share next?
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Hermione walked into Transfiguration twenty minutes later, feeling very ticked off. She started over to her normal seat, but found it occupied by a dark haired Slytherin girl. 'Great, where am I gonna sit?' she thought. She walked to Professor McGonagall's desk and stood there silently waiting for Professor McGonagall to acknowledge her presence. Hermione could hear the Slytherins snickering at her from behind her. She almost thought she could tell what they were saying, none of which was very complimentary.
"Yes, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said, looking up at her.
"Um, Professor, where do I sit?" asked Hermione. Professor McGonagall looked around the classroom to find very few empty desks. The only one Hermione saw was next to Malfoy. 'Oh no,' Hermione thought. 'No, no, no, no. No way am I gonna....'
"You may sit over there next to Mr. Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said. "Usually that seat is occupied by Joseph Smythens, but his family has moved to America."
Hermione nodded, horrified, and sat down next to Malfoy, who totally ignored her. She placed her bag on the floor next to her feet and pulled out her copy of Advanced Transfiguration. Hermione shuffled through her Transfiguration notes, picked up a quill, and sat quietly while waiting for Professor McGonagall to begin the lesson.
"Today we are going to start human transfiguration," Professor McGonagall began. "These are very complex spells, requiring much concentration and ability. We will start with simply changing hair color. You will concentrate hard on your partner and their hair while saying, 'Tresswarp' and thinking about the color you will change their hair. After you have successfully done this, say, 'Tresswane' and their hair will change to its original color. Your partners are the people sitting next to you. Any questions, ask me. Begin."
"Oh, joy," Hermione muttered under her breath as she pulled out her wand and faced Malfoy. He was looking at her with intense dislike upon his face.
"Well, let's get this over with," Hermione said and Malfoy merely nodded, keeping his eyes on her. "Do you want to go first, or do you want me to?" Hermione asked.
"You can," Malfoy said quietly.
Hermione nodded and raised her wand. "TRESSWARP!" she said and thought hard. Malfoy's hair turned the same shade of red that was found atop Ron's freckled head. He looked rather comical. The hair that was usually messed up on Ron was slicked back and stuck tightly to the scalp of Malfoy. The gray eyes that were staring at her stoically clashed terribly with his hair. Hermione could not help herself, and she burst out laughing.
"Change it back," Malfoy said dangerously.
Hermione nodded once again and said, "TRESSWANE!" Malfoy's hair reverted to its original white/blonde perfection. Malfoy pulled a mirror out of his bag and checked his head all over to make sure Hermione hadn't messed it up too badly. Once sure that he was his usual gorgeous self, he pulled out his wand and turned to face Hermione.
"Are you ready for this?" he said.
"Bring it," said Hermione simply.
Malfoy raised his wand and shouted the incantation. Hermione felt a peculiar sensation on her scalp. As soon as it appeared, it was gone. Hermione looked at Malfoy who was staring at her with his eyes wide. Hermione, curious at was making Malfoy so weird, grabbed the mirror from where he had left it on the desk. She looked into her own eyes. Her hair was white/blonde, like Malfoy's, but she had streaks of her normal color and black. Hermione didn't exactly hate what she saw.
"How did you do the highlights?" she asked Malfoy with amazement.
"I just thought about them while thinking about your hair color. Really easy. But the look doesn't suit you at all. TRESSWANE!" he said and Hermione's hair went back to its previous state.
Hermione and Malfoy stared around the room at the other pairs of students, determinedly not looking at each other until the bell finally rang to signify the end of the lesson.
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Defense Against the Dark Arts was rather uneventful. Professor Jordanson took their first class to introduce herself and get to know the class. She was an Auror and volunteered to teach this class when Dumbledore sent out a search for qualified teachers for a Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor Jordanson was well aquatinted with everything going on inside of Hogwarts for she had graduated from it only five years earlier. She had been in her Seventh year when Hermione's class was in First year. Hermione found her to be a very cool teacher and was looking forward to the year.
As Hermione went into the Great Hall for lunch, she saw Harry and Ron deep in discussion. She went over to join them and at sat down next to Ron.
"How was Potions and History of Magic?" Hermione asked as she dished shepherd's pie onto her plate.
"Absolutely terrible," said Ron simply.
"And why was that?" asked Hermione.
"Snape has achieved new levels of evilness, and now that you are in a different class than us, I actually have to listen in Binns' class! It is absolutely awful!" Ron said and Hermione laughed.
Harry, meanwhile, was staring off into space. "Harry," Hermione said. "Are you okay? Harry? Harry? Earth to Harry?"
Harry jumped and turned towards her. "Sorry," he said. "I guess I drifted off or something.
Hermione rolled her eyes and groaned as the bell rang to tell them to go to their next classes.
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As she went up to her new Common Room after Potions, Hermione felt very exhausted. She still had to do a few hours of homework before going to bed though. As she came upon the portrait of the lion and serpent, she stopped to stare at its wonder. The lion was strong and bold, and the snake was compact and vicious. Both looked like a formidable enemy. But both looked like someone that would be good to have as an ally. Both animals looked very realistic. It was clear that the artist was a master at what they did. Hermione shook her head, muttered the password, and went into the Common Room.
She sat down in a large overstuffed chair next to the fire and pulled out her homework. About fifteen minutes later, the portrait hole opened and in walked Draco Malfoy. But he was not alone. Right after he walked in, Pansy Parkinson followed. She was wearing tight pants and low cut shirt that showed quite a bit of cleavage. Before Hermione could say anything Malfoy and Pansy crossed to the couch closest to the fire and started making out. Pansy pulled off Malfoy's shirt and started caressing his chest. They were kissing each other very passionately and Hermione could tell that they were planning a bit more than making out. She didn't really want to watch, so she cleared her throat.
"What do you want, Mudblood?" Malfoy said with contempt.
"Go to your room to do that. I'm studying here," Hermione said.
"We never said that you had to leave," Pansy said.
"But I said that you had to leave. Now get!" Hermione said
"No. I don't think we want to," said Malfoy. "So you have two options. One, you can go to your dormitory to do your homework. Two, you can stay here and ignore us. Your choice, but while you choose, we're busy."
Hermione picked up her books and went into her dormitory. She sat on her bed and began to cry. Was this what she would have to put up with for the rest of the year? Malfoy bad mouthing her and subjecting her to the fantasies of every girl in the school? Yes, every girl she knew thought Malfoy was the hottest guy in the school, and now that she had seen him half-naked, she thought they were right. But still, he was so willing to let Pansy have her way with him. He was not embarrassed at all to find Hermione watching him with Pansy.
Hermione choked on her tears. How could she have thought that she could handle this year with Malfoy as Head Boy? Hermione decided that in the morning she would talk to McGonagall and resign as Head Girl.
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A/N Okay, there ya go. Took me a while to write, but that's okay. I have had a lot of fun writing this story, and I hope that you have had just as much fun reading it. Okay, next chapter. I won't be telling you what it is, so it will be a surprise. And, thanks to my reviewers, you guys totally rock.
Oh by the way, send me reviews. The more you people review, the more I am reminded to update! ^_^