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put them on the last four chapters! Many sorries! I'll put them up from now
on! Oh by the way, how do you guys like the story? I'm a regular fan of
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They all belong to the brilliant mind of J.K Rowling.
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Chapter 5: The Sorting
Soon, the train arrived at Hogwarts. Hermione gazed at the magnificent castle through her compartment window. This was her school? Whoa, I mean.wow. The castle had four huge towers and to the right of it lay a glistening lake. For a moment, she thought she saw a tentacle rise from the water and splash back down, but Hermione assumed she was just seeing things. After a few minutes, the train lurched to a stop. She felt the rumble of the students as they hurried off the train. She waited until the rumbling of the students slowed before she peeked her head out of her compartment. Only a few students were stepping off the train now. She sighed in relief. She never liked crowds. I guess you could call her claustrophobic. She stepped out of the compartment, and hurried outside. She saw a big man with a bunch of kids that looked her age heading toward the lake. As she got closer, she noticed this man.well, she wasn't sure if he was a man. More like a giant, really. These kids looked her age though, so she followed them. "Alrigh', there?" a big booming voice called from up front. She looked over the heads, a bit frightened, and realized it was the man who was speaking. "My name's Hagrid." Said the big man, "I'm the gamekeeper at Hogwarts." A few kids in the crowd were murmuring, but then a silence fell over the crowd as Hagrid spoke again. "It is tradition for first years to enter Hogwarts by crossing the lake.", said Hagrid. Suddenly, a huge tentacle rose from the water and splashing down again. Several people in the crowd gasped, including Hermione. "What the bloody-
Hagrid laughed. "Ah, that was just the giant squid that lives in our lake.", said Hagrid. The entire crowd started backing away from the lake.
"Are you mad?" one boy with silver hair shrieked from up front. "you'd have to be a git if you'd want to cross the lake with some giant squid right under you. Sorry mate, but I don't plan on getting eaten by a giant squid any time soon." Many other kids murmured agreement with the silver haired boy. "It will eat us!" one hysterical girl shrieked from the back. Then the entire crowd started shouting. "No way!"
"are you bloody blind?"
"there's no way in hell-"
"ALRIGHT!" yelled Hagrid.
That hushed the crowd rather quickly. "Calm down, all of yeh!" yelled Hagrid. The crowd was deadly quiet. Hagrid cleared his throat, and spoke again, this time in a much quieter tone. "The giant squid will do you no harm, I tell yeh. I fell in meself last year, and the bloody squid pushed me right back in ter my boat. That tells you how much harm the giant squid will do to you, doesn't it?" said Hagrid.
A few people snickered. To Hermione, looks like any disagreement against crossing the lake had disappeared after hearing Hagrid's story. So, they crossed the lake. When they crossed the lake, one boy excitedly claimed that he felt a tentacle on his hand when he put his hand in the water. "Welcome to Hogwarts!" said Hagrid, as the gates opened. The gates opened to a stairway. A tall, sturdy looking witch stood at the top of the staircase. The students climbed the steps, and her green eyes glistened down at all of them. Hermione figured she had some big authority around here, and immediately took a sense of respect toward her.
"Welcome to Hogwarts." said the tall witch. "My name is Professor McGonagall. I'm going to be your Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts and I'm also the Head of Gryffindor. Behind these doors, is the Great Hall. As soon as you enter the hall, you be sorted into your houses. Over the years that you stay at Hogwarts, you will be in one of four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Slytherin. In this house, you will gain points for knowledge or well done tasks. For lack of knowledge or wrong doings, you will lose them. At the end of the year, all the points will be totaled and the one with the highest will be named House of the Year. Houses go against each other in Quidditch, and there's the Quidditch Cup for a House. I can already see some very good candidates for the House Quidditch teams. In this house, you will excel and become wizards and witches when the time comes at the end of your seventh year. I wish you luck in your first year, and I hope it goes well for you. I say once again, Welcome to Hogwarts." She winked at the students, and with a wave of her wand, the large doors opened.
The sight was truly beautiful. There was no ceiling, an enchantment was put on it, so you could see the sky. Bright stars winked down at them as they passed the long tables in the Great Hall to head up front. Hermione felt a thousand eyes pouring onto her. There was a green, red, orange and blue table. Finally, they got up front. At the front was a long table, with several wizards and witches eating. In the center was an old man with a very long beard. His eyes twinkled at them all. Hermione felt warm under his gaze. Professor McGonagall placed a stool at the front. Hermione wondered how they were going to be sorted. Would the teachers ask them a bunch of questions? Or maybe tap on their head, and just one of the names of the houses would pop from the top..like some sort of twisted lottery? Hermione came up with all kind of crazy things, but her mind went blank when she saw the professor place a shabby looking hat on the stool. She saw that many other kids were just as confused as she was.but they all remained silent, waiting for the Professor to speak. But the Professor didn't speak. The hat did. A huge rip echoed in the air, as a slit appeared in the hat's brim. It looked like a mouth.Then the hat broke into a song.
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryfindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw If you've a ready mnd, Where those of wit and learning Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slyther8in You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands(though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!
The entire hall burst into applause, Hermione too, when the hat finished it's song. So, she had to try the hat on and the hat would decide for her? Hermione was impressed. A hat with brains. Cool. But then she became nervous. Which house was the best for her? Ravenclaw and Gryffindor appealed to her the most. She wondered what was her best quality. From the sounds of the hat, it seemed that she most belonged in Ravenclaw- due to her brains, no doubt. But she wanted to be in Gryffindor more than anything. Ravenclaw would do her good, but..what about Gryffindor?
"POTTER, HARRY!" called Professor McGonagall from up front. Hermione turned in surprise. Harry Potter? Here? At Hogwarts? IN HER YEAR? She couldn't believe it. Harry Potter was a legend. The entire hall had the same reaction. Everyone started murmuring in excitement and wonder at the black haired boy who came up front. Hermione glanced at his forehead as he passed her. Yup. He was Harry Potter. She saw the dark lightening bolt scar underneath his bangs. He looked so scared and nervous. He smiled weakly at Professor McGonagall and then placed the hat on his head. The hat was silent as it sat on Harry's head. Harry's eyes were closed, and he was murmuring under his breath, shaking his head. Hermione wondered what he was thinking. Why was he shaking his head? Then suddenly, the hat yelled "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table exploded in whistles, clapping and screams. Harry beamed as he took off the hat and walked to the Gryffindor table. Hermione smiled. Looked like things went well for him. Lucky bloke. He was one of the first called. Hermione was one of the last. Her feet were becoming numb from standing so long. There were an awful lot of first years. Hermione looked around the hall, trying to keep herself busy. She decided to take a look at her classmates. She saw a black boy talking to a sandy haired boy. The sandy haired boy looked cute. From their conversation she figured out his name was Seamus Finnigan. He had dark green eyes. They were quite nice to look at, but not as nice as Ron's eyes- STOOOP! STOP! Hermione blinked. She really hated this. This stupid, stupid obsession she was getting over a boy she barely knew. It was stupid. She was being stupid. Then it just had to go and get worse. The boy named Seamus Finnigan turned and whispered right behind her, "Hey, Ron!". Hermione froze. No. Oh, no he couldn't be. No, no, no, no! He can't be behind her! But then the voice she last wanted to hear.....she heard. "What?" answered Ron's voice from behind her. "Come over here, mate!" whispered Seamus. She heard a sigh behind her and then Ron walked toward Seamus. She tried to hide her face. Don't look at me, Don't look at me.. "Hey, Hermione!". DAMN YOU, WEASLEY! Hermione turned toward Ron, smiling. "Hi Ron!" replied Hermione. "Listen, 'Mione, I was wondering-" he was cut off as Professor McGonagall called his named- "WEASLEY, RONALD!"
Ron stopped talking. He suddenly had turned a tinge of green. Hermione had never seen someone turn green so fast. Ron walked up front toward the hat. He picked up the hat, gulped, and put it on..before it even touched his head, the hat spoke.
"My god, another Weasley boy? Are you the last one? How many are there of you? Six?" asked the hat in disbelief. Ron's nervousness disappeared. He grinned. "More like seven, mate." "Well, I know just what to do.keep up the Weasley tradition. GRYFFINDOR!" Gryffindor burst into applause. Especially three red haired boys. They were screaming and whistling for Ron. Must be his brothers. Hermione giggled. She saw some benefits to being an only child. Ron joined his classmates. He sat next to Harry Potter. They're friends? Must of met on the train, along with Seamus. Soon, Hermione's name was called. She went up to the front. She picked up the hat, and gulped. Then she put it on.
She heard the hat's voice in her head. What a great mind you have..oh, so much cleverness! You would do well in Ravenclaw indeed. Your head tells me very strongly that you belong in Ravenclaw. But Gryffindor is your destiny. You have a future there, along with Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter. Mrs. Granger, you belong in Gryffindor. For the first time, I'm going to listen to your heart..instead of your head. "GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled. Hermione blinked. She belonged with Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter? What was the hat on about? But she didn't have much time to think about it up front, because Professor McGonagall pushed her toward her table. She sat down next to a girl with golden hair. Hermione noticed she had very pretty curls. The girl turned toward her, and her eyes were violet. They sparkled at Hermione. The girl smiled at Hermione, and held out her hand. "Hi," the girl said. "My name's Lavender Brown." Hermione smiled back, and shook her hand. "Hermione Granger at your service."
The two girls talked for a while, and Hermione grew to like Lavender very much. She was glad that Lavender was a first year like her. She hoped they shared a room together. The feast was delicious, and she learned later that the old man's named was Professor Dumbledore. She liked him already. When their bellies were full, all the Gryffindors headed out of the Great Hall. Hermione had no idea where they were going. Especially when they were heading up the staircases, they moved! ("Wicked!" commented Lavender) Finally, they arrived in front of a Portrait of a Fat Lady. A tall boy with red hair was at the front of the crowd. "Hey, all you lot. My name's Percy Weasley, I'm the Gryffindor prefect." Said Percy. Hermione was getting amused by all of this. Another Weasley? Ron certainly had a lot of brothers.The Fat Lady in the portrait turned her eyes toward Percy. "Password?", she asked. Percy replied, "fairy lights- remember that's your password into the common room, okay? Right. Let's head on in." The portrait swung open. Percy stepped through the hole, and the others followed. The common room had a couple of tables, and a bunch of plush arm chairs surrounding a fireplace. It looked comfortable enough. To the side was two staircases. One of them labeled the "Boys", the other labeled "Girls". Hermione yawned. It's been a long day. She wanted to get some sleep...and she wanted to think about what the Sorting Hat had said. Plus, Ron.
She yawned again, waved sleepily toward Lavender. Lavendar waved back, but she looked confused. "You all right, Hermione?", asked Lavender. Hermione nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine.just a bit tired. It's been a long day, and you know.."she trailed off, and figuring Lavender understood, went upstairs. She had the distinct feeling someone was watching her as she climbed the stairs. With each step she took, she felt more and more tired.and wanted more and more to crawl into bed and go to sleep. She turned left into a room labeled "First Years". She saw a four poster bed with her suitcase sitting on it. She opened her suitcase and started unpacking her things. Once, she had everything done, she took the hair band out of her hair, so her hair feel on her shoulders. She liked wearing it in ponytails so it didn't get in her face. Ah, the looseness felt good. Made her feel even more sleepy. She took off her clothes, and put on her pajamas, and then grabbed a book she'd bought from Diagon Alley- "Hogwarts, A History". She loved reading books in bed. It relaxed her. She crawled into bed with her book, and started reading..but after reading the same sentence for the eighth time, she gave up and closed the book.
Ron kept running through her head. Why did he always appear in her mind? She wanted him to go away, it was becoming a burden now. She feared he would end up disrupting her schoolwork. She'd never get her homework done if she kept thinking about him. No, that's the last thing she wanted happening-neglecting her work. Never. That will never, ever happen. She had to put Ron Weasley out of her mind..but oh, those blue eyes..she didn't want to put those out of her mind. He seemed like a total git, absolute git and he annoyed her a lot. But somehow she liked the annoyance of it all. It was like some twisted kind of pleasure.
She stopped thinking about Ron, and her thoughts turned toward the Sorting Hat. What did the Sorting Hat mean? What was he talking about? Her destiny? She had to stay with Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley?
Hermione stopped thinking about all those questions, because she became very sleepy.she started drifting off to sleep. Then she remembered something about Ron. It was the most vivid thing, it showed up clear in her mind.She could almost read the big, bold letters shining in her head..He called her 'Mione. Just like her dad. That was her last thought before she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 5: The Sorting
Soon, the train arrived at Hogwarts. Hermione gazed at the magnificent castle through her compartment window. This was her school? Whoa, I mean.wow. The castle had four huge towers and to the right of it lay a glistening lake. For a moment, she thought she saw a tentacle rise from the water and splash back down, but Hermione assumed she was just seeing things. After a few minutes, the train lurched to a stop. She felt the rumble of the students as they hurried off the train. She waited until the rumbling of the students slowed before she peeked her head out of her compartment. Only a few students were stepping off the train now. She sighed in relief. She never liked crowds. I guess you could call her claustrophobic. She stepped out of the compartment, and hurried outside. She saw a big man with a bunch of kids that looked her age heading toward the lake. As she got closer, she noticed this man.well, she wasn't sure if he was a man. More like a giant, really. These kids looked her age though, so she followed them. "Alrigh', there?" a big booming voice called from up front. She looked over the heads, a bit frightened, and realized it was the man who was speaking. "My name's Hagrid." Said the big man, "I'm the gamekeeper at Hogwarts." A few kids in the crowd were murmuring, but then a silence fell over the crowd as Hagrid spoke again. "It is tradition for first years to enter Hogwarts by crossing the lake.", said Hagrid. Suddenly, a huge tentacle rose from the water and splashing down again. Several people in the crowd gasped, including Hermione. "What the bloody-
Hagrid laughed. "Ah, that was just the giant squid that lives in our lake.", said Hagrid. The entire crowd started backing away from the lake.
"Are you mad?" one boy with silver hair shrieked from up front. "you'd have to be a git if you'd want to cross the lake with some giant squid right under you. Sorry mate, but I don't plan on getting eaten by a giant squid any time soon." Many other kids murmured agreement with the silver haired boy. "It will eat us!" one hysterical girl shrieked from the back. Then the entire crowd started shouting. "No way!"
"are you bloody blind?"
"there's no way in hell-"
"ALRIGHT!" yelled Hagrid.
That hushed the crowd rather quickly. "Calm down, all of yeh!" yelled Hagrid. The crowd was deadly quiet. Hagrid cleared his throat, and spoke again, this time in a much quieter tone. "The giant squid will do you no harm, I tell yeh. I fell in meself last year, and the bloody squid pushed me right back in ter my boat. That tells you how much harm the giant squid will do to you, doesn't it?" said Hagrid.
A few people snickered. To Hermione, looks like any disagreement against crossing the lake had disappeared after hearing Hagrid's story. So, they crossed the lake. When they crossed the lake, one boy excitedly claimed that he felt a tentacle on his hand when he put his hand in the water. "Welcome to Hogwarts!" said Hagrid, as the gates opened. The gates opened to a stairway. A tall, sturdy looking witch stood at the top of the staircase. The students climbed the steps, and her green eyes glistened down at all of them. Hermione figured she had some big authority around here, and immediately took a sense of respect toward her.
"Welcome to Hogwarts." said the tall witch. "My name is Professor McGonagall. I'm going to be your Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts and I'm also the Head of Gryffindor. Behind these doors, is the Great Hall. As soon as you enter the hall, you be sorted into your houses. Over the years that you stay at Hogwarts, you will be in one of four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Slytherin. In this house, you will gain points for knowledge or well done tasks. For lack of knowledge or wrong doings, you will lose them. At the end of the year, all the points will be totaled and the one with the highest will be named House of the Year. Houses go against each other in Quidditch, and there's the Quidditch Cup for a House. I can already see some very good candidates for the House Quidditch teams. In this house, you will excel and become wizards and witches when the time comes at the end of your seventh year. I wish you luck in your first year, and I hope it goes well for you. I say once again, Welcome to Hogwarts." She winked at the students, and with a wave of her wand, the large doors opened.
The sight was truly beautiful. There was no ceiling, an enchantment was put on it, so you could see the sky. Bright stars winked down at them as they passed the long tables in the Great Hall to head up front. Hermione felt a thousand eyes pouring onto her. There was a green, red, orange and blue table. Finally, they got up front. At the front was a long table, with several wizards and witches eating. In the center was an old man with a very long beard. His eyes twinkled at them all. Hermione felt warm under his gaze. Professor McGonagall placed a stool at the front. Hermione wondered how they were going to be sorted. Would the teachers ask them a bunch of questions? Or maybe tap on their head, and just one of the names of the houses would pop from the top..like some sort of twisted lottery? Hermione came up with all kind of crazy things, but her mind went blank when she saw the professor place a shabby looking hat on the stool. She saw that many other kids were just as confused as she was.but they all remained silent, waiting for the Professor to speak. But the Professor didn't speak. The hat did. A huge rip echoed in the air, as a slit appeared in the hat's brim. It looked like a mouth.Then the hat broke into a song.
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryfindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw If you've a ready mnd, Where those of wit and learning Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slyther8in You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands(though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!
The entire hall burst into applause, Hermione too, when the hat finished it's song. So, she had to try the hat on and the hat would decide for her? Hermione was impressed. A hat with brains. Cool. But then she became nervous. Which house was the best for her? Ravenclaw and Gryffindor appealed to her the most. She wondered what was her best quality. From the sounds of the hat, it seemed that she most belonged in Ravenclaw- due to her brains, no doubt. But she wanted to be in Gryffindor more than anything. Ravenclaw would do her good, but..what about Gryffindor?
"POTTER, HARRY!" called Professor McGonagall from up front. Hermione turned in surprise. Harry Potter? Here? At Hogwarts? IN HER YEAR? She couldn't believe it. Harry Potter was a legend. The entire hall had the same reaction. Everyone started murmuring in excitement and wonder at the black haired boy who came up front. Hermione glanced at his forehead as he passed her. Yup. He was Harry Potter. She saw the dark lightening bolt scar underneath his bangs. He looked so scared and nervous. He smiled weakly at Professor McGonagall and then placed the hat on his head. The hat was silent as it sat on Harry's head. Harry's eyes were closed, and he was murmuring under his breath, shaking his head. Hermione wondered what he was thinking. Why was he shaking his head? Then suddenly, the hat yelled "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table exploded in whistles, clapping and screams. Harry beamed as he took off the hat and walked to the Gryffindor table. Hermione smiled. Looked like things went well for him. Lucky bloke. He was one of the first called. Hermione was one of the last. Her feet were becoming numb from standing so long. There were an awful lot of first years. Hermione looked around the hall, trying to keep herself busy. She decided to take a look at her classmates. She saw a black boy talking to a sandy haired boy. The sandy haired boy looked cute. From their conversation she figured out his name was Seamus Finnigan. He had dark green eyes. They were quite nice to look at, but not as nice as Ron's eyes- STOOOP! STOP! Hermione blinked. She really hated this. This stupid, stupid obsession she was getting over a boy she barely knew. It was stupid. She was being stupid. Then it just had to go and get worse. The boy named Seamus Finnigan turned and whispered right behind her, "Hey, Ron!". Hermione froze. No. Oh, no he couldn't be. No, no, no, no! He can't be behind her! But then the voice she last wanted to hear.....she heard. "What?" answered Ron's voice from behind her. "Come over here, mate!" whispered Seamus. She heard a sigh behind her and then Ron walked toward Seamus. She tried to hide her face. Don't look at me, Don't look at me.. "Hey, Hermione!". DAMN YOU, WEASLEY! Hermione turned toward Ron, smiling. "Hi Ron!" replied Hermione. "Listen, 'Mione, I was wondering-" he was cut off as Professor McGonagall called his named- "WEASLEY, RONALD!"
Ron stopped talking. He suddenly had turned a tinge of green. Hermione had never seen someone turn green so fast. Ron walked up front toward the hat. He picked up the hat, gulped, and put it on..before it even touched his head, the hat spoke.
"My god, another Weasley boy? Are you the last one? How many are there of you? Six?" asked the hat in disbelief. Ron's nervousness disappeared. He grinned. "More like seven, mate." "Well, I know just what to do.keep up the Weasley tradition. GRYFFINDOR!" Gryffindor burst into applause. Especially three red haired boys. They were screaming and whistling for Ron. Must be his brothers. Hermione giggled. She saw some benefits to being an only child. Ron joined his classmates. He sat next to Harry Potter. They're friends? Must of met on the train, along with Seamus. Soon, Hermione's name was called. She went up to the front. She picked up the hat, and gulped. Then she put it on.
She heard the hat's voice in her head. What a great mind you have..oh, so much cleverness! You would do well in Ravenclaw indeed. Your head tells me very strongly that you belong in Ravenclaw. But Gryffindor is your destiny. You have a future there, along with Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter. Mrs. Granger, you belong in Gryffindor. For the first time, I'm going to listen to your heart..instead of your head. "GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled. Hermione blinked. She belonged with Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter? What was the hat on about? But she didn't have much time to think about it up front, because Professor McGonagall pushed her toward her table. She sat down next to a girl with golden hair. Hermione noticed she had very pretty curls. The girl turned toward her, and her eyes were violet. They sparkled at Hermione. The girl smiled at Hermione, and held out her hand. "Hi," the girl said. "My name's Lavender Brown." Hermione smiled back, and shook her hand. "Hermione Granger at your service."
The two girls talked for a while, and Hermione grew to like Lavender very much. She was glad that Lavender was a first year like her. She hoped they shared a room together. The feast was delicious, and she learned later that the old man's named was Professor Dumbledore. She liked him already. When their bellies were full, all the Gryffindors headed out of the Great Hall. Hermione had no idea where they were going. Especially when they were heading up the staircases, they moved! ("Wicked!" commented Lavender) Finally, they arrived in front of a Portrait of a Fat Lady. A tall boy with red hair was at the front of the crowd. "Hey, all you lot. My name's Percy Weasley, I'm the Gryffindor prefect." Said Percy. Hermione was getting amused by all of this. Another Weasley? Ron certainly had a lot of brothers.The Fat Lady in the portrait turned her eyes toward Percy. "Password?", she asked. Percy replied, "fairy lights- remember that's your password into the common room, okay? Right. Let's head on in." The portrait swung open. Percy stepped through the hole, and the others followed. The common room had a couple of tables, and a bunch of plush arm chairs surrounding a fireplace. It looked comfortable enough. To the side was two staircases. One of them labeled the "Boys", the other labeled "Girls". Hermione yawned. It's been a long day. She wanted to get some sleep...and she wanted to think about what the Sorting Hat had said. Plus, Ron.
She yawned again, waved sleepily toward Lavender. Lavendar waved back, but she looked confused. "You all right, Hermione?", asked Lavender. Hermione nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine.just a bit tired. It's been a long day, and you know.."she trailed off, and figuring Lavender understood, went upstairs. She had the distinct feeling someone was watching her as she climbed the stairs. With each step she took, she felt more and more tired.and wanted more and more to crawl into bed and go to sleep. She turned left into a room labeled "First Years". She saw a four poster bed with her suitcase sitting on it. She opened her suitcase and started unpacking her things. Once, she had everything done, she took the hair band out of her hair, so her hair feel on her shoulders. She liked wearing it in ponytails so it didn't get in her face. Ah, the looseness felt good. Made her feel even more sleepy. She took off her clothes, and put on her pajamas, and then grabbed a book she'd bought from Diagon Alley- "Hogwarts, A History". She loved reading books in bed. It relaxed her. She crawled into bed with her book, and started reading..but after reading the same sentence for the eighth time, she gave up and closed the book.
Ron kept running through her head. Why did he always appear in her mind? She wanted him to go away, it was becoming a burden now. She feared he would end up disrupting her schoolwork. She'd never get her homework done if she kept thinking about him. No, that's the last thing she wanted happening-neglecting her work. Never. That will never, ever happen. She had to put Ron Weasley out of her mind..but oh, those blue eyes..she didn't want to put those out of her mind. He seemed like a total git, absolute git and he annoyed her a lot. But somehow she liked the annoyance of it all. It was like some twisted kind of pleasure.
She stopped thinking about Ron, and her thoughts turned toward the Sorting Hat. What did the Sorting Hat mean? What was he talking about? Her destiny? She had to stay with Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley?
Hermione stopped thinking about all those questions, because she became very sleepy.she started drifting off to sleep. Then she remembered something about Ron. It was the most vivid thing, it showed up clear in her mind.She could almost read the big, bold letters shining in her head..He called her 'Mione. Just like her dad. That was her last thought before she drifted off to sleep.