Chapter 11: Resorting
The two boys could clearly see that Hermione had changed a lot and maybe for the better as insulting and getting back at Malfoy was getting easier and easier.
Everyone in the school were making their way to dinner and for some resortings too. Hermione was right in saying that there were only two people being resorted. Neville said that he could do worse than he had and decided to stick to it. Malfoy had been rather cheery all evening hoping that he certainly couldn't do worse.
"Well at least he wont be working with my dad!" Ron said.
"We will. We will both be in Hogsmade." Hermione said cheerily. "Unless I get a better offer that is."
"Where will I be?" Harry asked.
" At the England training pitch in... I don't know. They keep it a secret so no one can find it," Ron said picking up a piece of chicken.
They ate their dinner and dessert too before Dumbledore spoke to the whole school. Hermione sat watching his moves whilst tidying her hair by running her fingers through it.
"Welcome back all, to another night of sorting," gleamed Dumbledore to the students facing him. "We have two fifth years wanting to be sorted yet again and one to be sorted for the first time to determine another work experience position. Those people will be called up one after the other and then you will proceed to re-do what you did last time."
"Three?" Ron said looking around the hall. "Who's the other one? The extra who didn't make it yesterday?"
"God knows" Harry replies searching the hall. In front of the staff table Professor Mcgonagol was walking out with the three-legged stool and a small piece of parchment paper. She placed the stool in front of Dumbledore and stood up tall and cleared her throat. Dumbledore muttered something to Mcgonagal, which sounded like you may begin.
"Miss Hermione Granger," spoke their head of house. Hermione breathed deeply, smiling nervously at her male friends then rose up out of her seat and made her way towards the front of the hall. The whole of the school were watching Hermione make her way to the front, but suddenly as Harry blinked, hermione fell forwards. She had tripped on the robes. Ron stood up as quickly as she fell and ran straight over to Hermione lying in a heap on the floor, whilst some of the younger students giggled. Harry soon followed not believing how clumsy Hermione was. "Hermione, are you ok" asked Ron with a shaky voice. Hermione was laying on her front with her robes tangled at her feet, and she raised her head turning it to look back where she walked. "Fine," she said quietly, as she now noticed that Harry, Ron, Professor Mcgonagol and Dumbledore surrounded her now. "I'm ok, just a small trip." Ron and Harry exchanged glances as she laughed nervously. "Would you like to continue the sorting?" asked Dumbledore. "Yea, sure. No broken bones," Hermione said raising an arm so someone could lift her up. Harry grabbed her outreaching arm and lifted her up to her feet. Everyone was murmuring amongst themselves while looking at the small crowd around Hermione. Ron smiled at Hermione and with a raised eyebrow said, "Nothing gets in your way does it?" The group grunted a laugh and made their way back to their seats and Hermione walked with Professor Mcgonogal to the 3-legged stool. "If we could please quiet down" called Dumbledore from his place back at the table. Hermione had sat on the stool and had some dirt on her face from the fall but was still smiling. The hall had returned to normal, considering, Harry thought, as he glared at Hermione and the tattered hat upon her head. Soon enough the lips of the hat moved and out came the words "Assistant to Mr. Lucius Malfoy". Hermione locked shocked yet very annoyed, Harry judged, and Hermione slowly got to her feet, removed the hat and smiled painfully as she walked to Harry and Ron.
Harry turned to see Malfoy's face, along with other people in the hall and he looked much paler than usual. Hermione sat back down, looking like she might cry, as Mcgonagol called up "Mr. Draco Malfoy." "Least you would be working in the ministry" said Ron comforting Hermione. Hermione glared at Ron and snarled through her teeth" But I'll be working with an anti-muggle, who only likes purebloods." "Shhh" Harry ushered at them, although he did sympathies greatly for Hermione. "Malfoy." Harry glanced back to the three legged chair which now Malfoy had place on. There were a few seconds of silence when finally the hat spoke:
"Bar tender at The Hogs Head" spoke the hat. Hermione really wanted to cry, Harry could sense it. Would Malfoy chose a pub over a shop nearer to his dad? Ron had his arm around Hermione, trying to comfort her as he watched Malfoy scowl back to his seat. Mcgonagol cleared her throat and read the last name, "Miss. Judy Ob(iril." A murmur went around the hall at the sound of the name.
"She has a daughter?" Ron said looking for someone to stand up, amongst the table. From the Slytherin table a dark haired girl, quite tall, with gleaming blue eyes got up. She was almost the spitting image of the new Defence against the dark arts teacher.
"Why wasn't she sorted before? Was she late arriving? Why wasn't she introduced to us before?" Hermione ask quickly. Every murmur around the hall was about the same things Hermione wanted to know. The girl sat on the stool facing the school.
"Maybe she asked to keep a low profile to stay out the lime light," Ron suggested.
"Why couldn't Dumbledore do that for me?" Harry whispered quickly staring at Ron. The hats lips opened then closed as if to change its mind. Harry had never seen it do this before, he seemed to be intrigued why when the hat opened again and bellowed out "Dress fitter at Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions."
Judy gave a smirk and lifted the hat off her head and headed back to her seat at the Syltherin table. As she walked back, she glanced straight over to Harry and fixed her stare at him, before returning to her table. "What wonderful choices. Now off you all go, back to your beds." "What?" Ron muttered under his breath. "No explanation about June!" "Judy" Harry quickly corrected, getting up and making for the door. "Maybe they didn't want a long explanation. Did they explain about our arrival when we hurt the Whomping Willow?" "Who cares, she's a Slytherin, nothing to do with us," Hermione said, rubbing her side. They made their way back to the Gryffindor common room in silence and muttered good night to each other before splitting their ways.
The two boys could clearly see that Hermione had changed a lot and maybe for the better as insulting and getting back at Malfoy was getting easier and easier.
Everyone in the school were making their way to dinner and for some resortings too. Hermione was right in saying that there were only two people being resorted. Neville said that he could do worse than he had and decided to stick to it. Malfoy had been rather cheery all evening hoping that he certainly couldn't do worse.
"Well at least he wont be working with my dad!" Ron said.
"We will. We will both be in Hogsmade." Hermione said cheerily. "Unless I get a better offer that is."
"Where will I be?" Harry asked.
" At the England training pitch in... I don't know. They keep it a secret so no one can find it," Ron said picking up a piece of chicken.
They ate their dinner and dessert too before Dumbledore spoke to the whole school. Hermione sat watching his moves whilst tidying her hair by running her fingers through it.
"Welcome back all, to another night of sorting," gleamed Dumbledore to the students facing him. "We have two fifth years wanting to be sorted yet again and one to be sorted for the first time to determine another work experience position. Those people will be called up one after the other and then you will proceed to re-do what you did last time."
"Three?" Ron said looking around the hall. "Who's the other one? The extra who didn't make it yesterday?"
"God knows" Harry replies searching the hall. In front of the staff table Professor Mcgonagol was walking out with the three-legged stool and a small piece of parchment paper. She placed the stool in front of Dumbledore and stood up tall and cleared her throat. Dumbledore muttered something to Mcgonagal, which sounded like you may begin.
"Miss Hermione Granger," spoke their head of house. Hermione breathed deeply, smiling nervously at her male friends then rose up out of her seat and made her way towards the front of the hall. The whole of the school were watching Hermione make her way to the front, but suddenly as Harry blinked, hermione fell forwards. She had tripped on the robes. Ron stood up as quickly as she fell and ran straight over to Hermione lying in a heap on the floor, whilst some of the younger students giggled. Harry soon followed not believing how clumsy Hermione was. "Hermione, are you ok" asked Ron with a shaky voice. Hermione was laying on her front with her robes tangled at her feet, and she raised her head turning it to look back where she walked. "Fine," she said quietly, as she now noticed that Harry, Ron, Professor Mcgonagol and Dumbledore surrounded her now. "I'm ok, just a small trip." Ron and Harry exchanged glances as she laughed nervously. "Would you like to continue the sorting?" asked Dumbledore. "Yea, sure. No broken bones," Hermione said raising an arm so someone could lift her up. Harry grabbed her outreaching arm and lifted her up to her feet. Everyone was murmuring amongst themselves while looking at the small crowd around Hermione. Ron smiled at Hermione and with a raised eyebrow said, "Nothing gets in your way does it?" The group grunted a laugh and made their way back to their seats and Hermione walked with Professor Mcgonogal to the 3-legged stool. "If we could please quiet down" called Dumbledore from his place back at the table. Hermione had sat on the stool and had some dirt on her face from the fall but was still smiling. The hall had returned to normal, considering, Harry thought, as he glared at Hermione and the tattered hat upon her head. Soon enough the lips of the hat moved and out came the words "Assistant to Mr. Lucius Malfoy". Hermione locked shocked yet very annoyed, Harry judged, and Hermione slowly got to her feet, removed the hat and smiled painfully as she walked to Harry and Ron.
Harry turned to see Malfoy's face, along with other people in the hall and he looked much paler than usual. Hermione sat back down, looking like she might cry, as Mcgonagol called up "Mr. Draco Malfoy." "Least you would be working in the ministry" said Ron comforting Hermione. Hermione glared at Ron and snarled through her teeth" But I'll be working with an anti-muggle, who only likes purebloods." "Shhh" Harry ushered at them, although he did sympathies greatly for Hermione. "Malfoy." Harry glanced back to the three legged chair which now Malfoy had place on. There were a few seconds of silence when finally the hat spoke:
"Bar tender at The Hogs Head" spoke the hat. Hermione really wanted to cry, Harry could sense it. Would Malfoy chose a pub over a shop nearer to his dad? Ron had his arm around Hermione, trying to comfort her as he watched Malfoy scowl back to his seat. Mcgonagol cleared her throat and read the last name, "Miss. Judy Ob(iril." A murmur went around the hall at the sound of the name.
"She has a daughter?" Ron said looking for someone to stand up, amongst the table. From the Slytherin table a dark haired girl, quite tall, with gleaming blue eyes got up. She was almost the spitting image of the new Defence against the dark arts teacher.
"Why wasn't she sorted before? Was she late arriving? Why wasn't she introduced to us before?" Hermione ask quickly. Every murmur around the hall was about the same things Hermione wanted to know. The girl sat on the stool facing the school.
"Maybe she asked to keep a low profile to stay out the lime light," Ron suggested.
"Why couldn't Dumbledore do that for me?" Harry whispered quickly staring at Ron. The hats lips opened then closed as if to change its mind. Harry had never seen it do this before, he seemed to be intrigued why when the hat opened again and bellowed out "Dress fitter at Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions."
Judy gave a smirk and lifted the hat off her head and headed back to her seat at the Syltherin table. As she walked back, she glanced straight over to Harry and fixed her stare at him, before returning to her table. "What wonderful choices. Now off you all go, back to your beds." "What?" Ron muttered under his breath. "No explanation about June!" "Judy" Harry quickly corrected, getting up and making for the door. "Maybe they didn't want a long explanation. Did they explain about our arrival when we hurt the Whomping Willow?" "Who cares, she's a Slytherin, nothing to do with us," Hermione said, rubbing her side. They made their way back to the Gryffindor common room in silence and muttered good night to each other before splitting their ways.