Author's Note-
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written by my best friend Sarah so please look into that! It doesn't have a
title yet and I haven't posted but when it does and I do you will be the
first to know! Anyway, keep reading and following me, I will only write
when there is the demand! So start demanding stuff!!
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Chapter 10-
When Hermione woke in the morning she was vaguely aware of the buzz of activity that was being taken part in on the other side of her curtains.
She looked at her wristwatch and saw that it was 8:15 so she promptly threw back her covers and leapt out of bed. Today was her first day of classes.
She got her uniform out of her wardrobe and made her way towards the bathrooms to have a shower.
When she came out her stomach was churning. She was so nervous!
She dried her hair and then applied the slightest bit of make-up before making her way downstairs to the common room.
When she got there, she saw Ginny sitting with Harry and Ron who were all obviously waiting for the Golden Girls.
"Hey Hermione!" called Ginny as soon as she saw her.
"Hey!" said Hermione, walking over to where her new friend stood.
"You hungry?" asked the redhead, cocking her head to the side.
"Starving!" said Hermione smiling.
"Cool! Let's go! Usually I wait for the rest of the girls, but since I now have someone who doesn't take 3 hours to get ready in the morning I can go down early and not starve to death every morning!' laughed Ginny as she linked arms with Hermione. She looked at Ron and Harry, "Are you boys coming?" she batted her eyelashes at Harry who promptly stood up and took her other arm and Ron followed behind as they walked off through the portrait hole and towards the Great Hall.
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After a large breakfast and a lot of gossiping, Hermione got ready to go to classes. Her first class was Transfiguration which was one of her best subjects and she was rearing to go. As they walked through the halls Hermione looked around at the people that walked past them in different directions. As they came to a fork in the halls, they took the left one that took them to the transfiguration, and Hermione watched as some of the people they had been walking with took the left turn to a different class.
Suddenly Hermione gasped inwardly as she saw a flash of white blonde hair above all the people walking down the right hall, when she looked again though, it was gone.
"Could it have been Draco?" she asked herself in her head, "it couldn't be!" by the time they reached the Transfiguration classroom she had convinced herself it was just her imagination of the light or something and tried to put it out of her mind.
She sat down next to Claire and Jessica and waited for Professor Mcgonagall to begin teaching.
She glanced around the room as McGonagall began to speak, thinking about the blonde hair she'd seen, and her mind began to wander to the bliss of her holidays.
Someone was calling her name. She looked around and then her eyes locked with Professor Mcgonagall's, who was looking at her expectantly, snapping her out of her reverie.
"Yes?" she asked, grimacing at her own idleness on her first day.
"I'm sorry to have taken you away from your daydreaming, but I wondering if you understood the task Miss Granger?" she asked, raising one eyebrow and tightening her lips.
"Uh, yes professor Mcgonagall, I understand!' she said quickly, begging herself not to blush.
"And what is it that you understand Miss Granger?" she asked, trying to make Hermione slip up.
Hermione gulped and glanced down at Claire's notes. They were about simple spells that transfigure a Goblet into an Umbrella. Hermione had done this many times before at her old school.
"I understand how to transfigure a Goblet into an Umbrella. I have read over your notes and I happen to notice that you do not explicitly define how to pronounce the spell, and I happen to know from experience that if you miss-pronounce this spell, it can go horribly wrong." She said, smiling sweetly.
"Yes, well if you had been listening Miss Granger, you would have heard my pronounce the spell perfectly to ensure that everyone knew how to say it." Professor McGonagall's mouth was in a tight line, but her eyes were daring Hermione to take it further.
"Yes, and I'm sure you had the best intentions Professor, but at my old school, we were told the spell the correct way, but many of my classmates were injured when a fellow classmate still pronounced it wrong. And I believe that if it had been drilled into our head, as well as written in our notes, that accident would never have happened." She remained expressionless as she awaited her teachers reply.
"Well Miss Granger, I have been teaching this spell for years and have never had an accident, and I assure you there will not be any accidents in future years! Now Miss Granger, if you are finished telling me how to teach my class you can show my the correct way to do this spell." She said bitterly, regretting having asked her that because she knew that the young lady could and would do it perfectly. And to no-one's surprise she did.
The class clapped and cheered for a few minutes until Professor McGonagall told them to be quiet and the class went on without any more disruptions.
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Hermione walked from class to class, thoroughly enjoying her day and keeping her mind on the job so as not to have a repeat of the morning's incident.
By the end of the day, Hermione was very tired and she sank down into her chair at the Gryffindor table and sighed.
"Oh god it's been a long day!" she said as she piled her plate up with food.
"I know the feeling!" mumbled Abigail as she sat down next to her. Most of the school was quiet as they ate, the first day always took a lot out of them; they were all too tired to speak.
At the end of the meal, Professor Dumbledore stood up and Professor McGonagall got the attention of the school.
"I have just a few words," said the headmaster in his kind voice, "This Saturday, the day after tomorrow we shall be holding a display game of Quidditch between our most rivaled houses; Gryffindor and Slytherin. It will be a big showy match, and tomorrow afternoon will be dedicated to training of the team and the cheer squad for each team. Those of you who wish to be part of the cheer squad can inform your Quidditch captain, and you will be taking part in the match tomorrow. That is all, you are dismissed!" he said.
The students in the hall began to file out, talking excitably about the match on the weekend. As soon as they reached the Gryffindor Tower, the Golden Girls and Hermione rushed up to Harry who was the Quidditch captain and begged him to let them be the main part of the cheer squad.
After stalling for the little while, as they begged and groveled and practically threw themselves at him he agreed and beamed as they squealed and jumped for joy and hugged him tightly.
And he fell asleep that night with the image of 8 girls pushing themselves on him and begging him to do what they wanted.
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A/n: Yay! What a strange chap, sorry if Hermione seemed pretty OOC, its AU so deal with it, lol! Have fun and please review! Love jade xxx
Sarah – It's French for yum.
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Chapter 10-
When Hermione woke in the morning she was vaguely aware of the buzz of activity that was being taken part in on the other side of her curtains.
She looked at her wristwatch and saw that it was 8:15 so she promptly threw back her covers and leapt out of bed. Today was her first day of classes.
She got her uniform out of her wardrobe and made her way towards the bathrooms to have a shower.
When she came out her stomach was churning. She was so nervous!
She dried her hair and then applied the slightest bit of make-up before making her way downstairs to the common room.
When she got there, she saw Ginny sitting with Harry and Ron who were all obviously waiting for the Golden Girls.
"Hey Hermione!" called Ginny as soon as she saw her.
"Hey!" said Hermione, walking over to where her new friend stood.
"You hungry?" asked the redhead, cocking her head to the side.
"Starving!" said Hermione smiling.
"Cool! Let's go! Usually I wait for the rest of the girls, but since I now have someone who doesn't take 3 hours to get ready in the morning I can go down early and not starve to death every morning!' laughed Ginny as she linked arms with Hermione. She looked at Ron and Harry, "Are you boys coming?" she batted her eyelashes at Harry who promptly stood up and took her other arm and Ron followed behind as they walked off through the portrait hole and towards the Great Hall.
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After a large breakfast and a lot of gossiping, Hermione got ready to go to classes. Her first class was Transfiguration which was one of her best subjects and she was rearing to go. As they walked through the halls Hermione looked around at the people that walked past them in different directions. As they came to a fork in the halls, they took the left one that took them to the transfiguration, and Hermione watched as some of the people they had been walking with took the left turn to a different class.
Suddenly Hermione gasped inwardly as she saw a flash of white blonde hair above all the people walking down the right hall, when she looked again though, it was gone.
"Could it have been Draco?" she asked herself in her head, "it couldn't be!" by the time they reached the Transfiguration classroom she had convinced herself it was just her imagination of the light or something and tried to put it out of her mind.
She sat down next to Claire and Jessica and waited for Professor Mcgonagall to begin teaching.
She glanced around the room as McGonagall began to speak, thinking about the blonde hair she'd seen, and her mind began to wander to the bliss of her holidays.
Someone was calling her name. She looked around and then her eyes locked with Professor Mcgonagall's, who was looking at her expectantly, snapping her out of her reverie.
"Yes?" she asked, grimacing at her own idleness on her first day.
"I'm sorry to have taken you away from your daydreaming, but I wondering if you understood the task Miss Granger?" she asked, raising one eyebrow and tightening her lips.
"Uh, yes professor Mcgonagall, I understand!' she said quickly, begging herself not to blush.
"And what is it that you understand Miss Granger?" she asked, trying to make Hermione slip up.
Hermione gulped and glanced down at Claire's notes. They were about simple spells that transfigure a Goblet into an Umbrella. Hermione had done this many times before at her old school.
"I understand how to transfigure a Goblet into an Umbrella. I have read over your notes and I happen to notice that you do not explicitly define how to pronounce the spell, and I happen to know from experience that if you miss-pronounce this spell, it can go horribly wrong." She said, smiling sweetly.
"Yes, well if you had been listening Miss Granger, you would have heard my pronounce the spell perfectly to ensure that everyone knew how to say it." Professor McGonagall's mouth was in a tight line, but her eyes were daring Hermione to take it further.
"Yes, and I'm sure you had the best intentions Professor, but at my old school, we were told the spell the correct way, but many of my classmates were injured when a fellow classmate still pronounced it wrong. And I believe that if it had been drilled into our head, as well as written in our notes, that accident would never have happened." She remained expressionless as she awaited her teachers reply.
"Well Miss Granger, I have been teaching this spell for years and have never had an accident, and I assure you there will not be any accidents in future years! Now Miss Granger, if you are finished telling me how to teach my class you can show my the correct way to do this spell." She said bitterly, regretting having asked her that because she knew that the young lady could and would do it perfectly. And to no-one's surprise she did.
The class clapped and cheered for a few minutes until Professor McGonagall told them to be quiet and the class went on without any more disruptions.
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Hermione walked from class to class, thoroughly enjoying her day and keeping her mind on the job so as not to have a repeat of the morning's incident.
By the end of the day, Hermione was very tired and she sank down into her chair at the Gryffindor table and sighed.
"Oh god it's been a long day!" she said as she piled her plate up with food.
"I know the feeling!" mumbled Abigail as she sat down next to her. Most of the school was quiet as they ate, the first day always took a lot out of them; they were all too tired to speak.
At the end of the meal, Professor Dumbledore stood up and Professor McGonagall got the attention of the school.
"I have just a few words," said the headmaster in his kind voice, "This Saturday, the day after tomorrow we shall be holding a display game of Quidditch between our most rivaled houses; Gryffindor and Slytherin. It will be a big showy match, and tomorrow afternoon will be dedicated to training of the team and the cheer squad for each team. Those of you who wish to be part of the cheer squad can inform your Quidditch captain, and you will be taking part in the match tomorrow. That is all, you are dismissed!" he said.
The students in the hall began to file out, talking excitably about the match on the weekend. As soon as they reached the Gryffindor Tower, the Golden Girls and Hermione rushed up to Harry who was the Quidditch captain and begged him to let them be the main part of the cheer squad.
After stalling for the little while, as they begged and groveled and practically threw themselves at him he agreed and beamed as they squealed and jumped for joy and hugged him tightly.
And he fell asleep that night with the image of 8 girls pushing themselves on him and begging him to do what they wanted.
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A/n: Yay! What a strange chap, sorry if Hermione seemed pretty OOC, its AU so deal with it, lol! Have fun and please review! Love jade xxx
Sarah – It's French for yum.
