Here's more and thanks for the reviews. Sorry that the last chapter was so
short but oh well...
Disclaimer: I own nothing. (This goes for all of the chapters.)
"Do you really like my hair?" Hermione asked her father.
"Yeah it's great! Can I see your ears?" he asked. She moved her hair back to show him her ears, he smiled and said, "I really like the earrings that you picked out."
"I do too," her mother commented as she walked up beside her daughter.
"I'm tired and I'd really like to go to bed. Good night." She walked slowly up the stairs, yawning. When she entered her room at the top of the stairs she saw that there was a large black owl sitting on her bed. She took the note that it clutched in it's beak and read it aloud:
"Dear Miss. Granger, We are proud to inform you that this year you have been selected as a Gryffindor prefect. The other is Neville Longbottom. From Huffelpuff there is Justin Finch-Fletchly, and Thessi Stalt (This character I created). From Ravenclaw there is Zach Hasley (Mine), and Padma Patil. From Slytherin there is Millicent Bullstrode, and..."
She dropped the letter as she read the last name...Draco Malfoy. Her heart had leaped as she read the beginning of the letter. As she started to read off the names however her heart plummeted greatly. I wonder what Malfoy's father had to do or who he had to threaten to gain his son the position of prefect? Hermione asked herself. She picked up the letter and finished reading through it. "Damn it!" she said quietly to herself when she read that all of the prefects were to ride in a compartment of their own.
She put the letter down on her bedside table and packed her things in her trunk and then got ready for bed. Just as she was about to lay down she heard a soft knock on her bed. "Hermione dear?" her mother asked through the door.
"Yes mom?"
"Good you're still awake. I just got this owl with a note from the school to you. I didn't read it but wanted to go ahead and give it to you so that you could read it tonight." She handed the note to her daughter who eagerly ripped it open and read it aloud:
Dear Miss Granger,
This note is to inform you that an item was left oof of your list of needed items. We will be having four balls this year. You do not have to have dress robes but we do request that you have some suitable muggle clothes at least. We will be having a ball for: Halloween, Christmas, Valentines Day, and a ball celebrating the end of exams. Please as I have requested previously bring the proper muggle attire. The prefects will be working together to arrange the many aspects of these balls. There is also a special surprise that Dumbledore shall tell the prefects and Head Boy and Girl about on the train.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
"Well that sounds nice." Hermione's mother said after her daughter finished reading the letter. "Do you have the clothes for thoes occassions?"
"Yeah I've got the clothes." Hermione said thinking of the clothes that she had bought earlier. She didn't tell her mother about them though because she knew that her mother and father would completely disapprove with the clothes that she bought. As she sat there she absentmindedly tugged her shirt down a little farther in hopes that her mother wouldn't see her bellybutton ring.
"Well then good night dear." Her mother walked out of the room shutting the door silently behind her. Hermione rolled over and turned off the light and fell to sleep thinking of what the "special surprise" could be.
Hermione was standing on a stage staring out at a large group of people that she couldn't see the faces of. She began to recite a poem that she had never heard of before:
"Why does the wind call for me,
When so many others were there?
Why did the wind choose me,
When there were so many others that care?
Why does the wind call for me?
This I cannot understand.
Why did the wind choose me,
To take it's place over the land?
Why does the wind call for me?
Please help me discover why.
Why did the wind choose me,
To be the one to fly?"
As she finished the hall erupted with applause. She smiled around at them all with the biggest smile she had ever given.
Hermione sat up in bed with a trace of a smile still on her face. She hurridly got out of bed and wrote the poem down in one of her many notebooks that she gad filled with poetry that no one knew of for the past five years.
(A/N: Thanks again to all of my reviewers! Sorry if this chapter is a little short but I tried to make it longer than my last chapter. The only thing in this chapter that I own is the poem. That I wrote myself and am very fond of it. I hope you like it! I love writing poetry and sharing it with other people so I may put some of my other poems in later! If you like this story please r&r!!! Thanks!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. (This goes for all of the chapters.)
"Do you really like my hair?" Hermione asked her father.
"Yeah it's great! Can I see your ears?" he asked. She moved her hair back to show him her ears, he smiled and said, "I really like the earrings that you picked out."
"I do too," her mother commented as she walked up beside her daughter.
"I'm tired and I'd really like to go to bed. Good night." She walked slowly up the stairs, yawning. When she entered her room at the top of the stairs she saw that there was a large black owl sitting on her bed. She took the note that it clutched in it's beak and read it aloud:
"Dear Miss. Granger, We are proud to inform you that this year you have been selected as a Gryffindor prefect. The other is Neville Longbottom. From Huffelpuff there is Justin Finch-Fletchly, and Thessi Stalt (This character I created). From Ravenclaw there is Zach Hasley (Mine), and Padma Patil. From Slytherin there is Millicent Bullstrode, and..."
She dropped the letter as she read the last name...Draco Malfoy. Her heart had leaped as she read the beginning of the letter. As she started to read off the names however her heart plummeted greatly. I wonder what Malfoy's father had to do or who he had to threaten to gain his son the position of prefect? Hermione asked herself. She picked up the letter and finished reading through it. "Damn it!" she said quietly to herself when she read that all of the prefects were to ride in a compartment of their own.
She put the letter down on her bedside table and packed her things in her trunk and then got ready for bed. Just as she was about to lay down she heard a soft knock on her bed. "Hermione dear?" her mother asked through the door.
"Yes mom?"
"Good you're still awake. I just got this owl with a note from the school to you. I didn't read it but wanted to go ahead and give it to you so that you could read it tonight." She handed the note to her daughter who eagerly ripped it open and read it aloud:
Dear Miss Granger,
This note is to inform you that an item was left oof of your list of needed items. We will be having four balls this year. You do not have to have dress robes but we do request that you have some suitable muggle clothes at least. We will be having a ball for: Halloween, Christmas, Valentines Day, and a ball celebrating the end of exams. Please as I have requested previously bring the proper muggle attire. The prefects will be working together to arrange the many aspects of these balls. There is also a special surprise that Dumbledore shall tell the prefects and Head Boy and Girl about on the train.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
"Well that sounds nice." Hermione's mother said after her daughter finished reading the letter. "Do you have the clothes for thoes occassions?"
"Yeah I've got the clothes." Hermione said thinking of the clothes that she had bought earlier. She didn't tell her mother about them though because she knew that her mother and father would completely disapprove with the clothes that she bought. As she sat there she absentmindedly tugged her shirt down a little farther in hopes that her mother wouldn't see her bellybutton ring.
"Well then good night dear." Her mother walked out of the room shutting the door silently behind her. Hermione rolled over and turned off the light and fell to sleep thinking of what the "special surprise" could be.
Hermione was standing on a stage staring out at a large group of people that she couldn't see the faces of. She began to recite a poem that she had never heard of before:
"Why does the wind call for me,
When so many others were there?
Why did the wind choose me,
When there were so many others that care?
Why does the wind call for me?
This I cannot understand.
Why did the wind choose me,
To take it's place over the land?
Why does the wind call for me?
Please help me discover why.
Why did the wind choose me,
To be the one to fly?"
As she finished the hall erupted with applause. She smiled around at them all with the biggest smile she had ever given.
Hermione sat up in bed with a trace of a smile still on her face. She hurridly got out of bed and wrote the poem down in one of her many notebooks that she gad filled with poetry that no one knew of for the past five years.
(A/N: Thanks again to all of my reviewers! Sorry if this chapter is a little short but I tried to make it longer than my last chapter. The only thing in this chapter that I own is the poem. That I wrote myself and am very fond of it. I hope you like it! I love writing poetry and sharing it with other people so I may put some of my other poems in later! If you like this story please r&r!!! Thanks!)
