A/N: Wow! I love the reviews coming in!! Um, I can't really remember what u
sed in the reviews but I think there were no questions? Correct me if I'm
wrong. Neways, on with the story. Oh, one change to the story! CHANGE!
CHANGE! Ron's girlfriend is no longer from France, she's from Hogwarts, and
she is JK's property as well. Her name is Daphne Greengrass. Read the 5th
book, she's mentioned.
Chapter 10: Head Room's
Finally the dark outline of the station appeared in front of the train. Hermione left the train first and saw that everyone got onto a carriage safely.
At last, a bunch of three third years hopped into a horseless carriage and the other empty one followed it up the steep path to the castle. Hermione saw one carriage and stepped into it. Blaise was already sitting there looking out the window.
"Hey, did you get everyone on board," Hermione asked trying to make small talk.
"Yeah," was all he said. Hermione looked questioningly at him, but he continued to look out the window.
They arrived at the castle and entered the Entrance Hall silently. The loud voices of the fellow students could be heard from the Great Hall. Hermione entered slightly unnoticed and sidled over to where Harry and Ron were sitting.
"Where were you?! We spent ages looking for you," Ron said as she sat down.
"I had to supervise the carriages, I told you that!" Hermione said glaring at him.
"No, you told us. Ron was a bit. busy," Harry said slyly. Ron blushed.
Suddenly the doors slammed open and Professor McGonagall entered leading the wide-eyed first years.
Mr Filch placed down the old stool and sorting Hat as they made their way up the aisle. Hermione smiled at a couple. One girl glared back at her. She alone seemed unimpressed by the Hall.
"Look's like we have a bit of a bitch starting this year," Hermione whispered to Ginny.
"Which one," she asked craning her neck to look amongst them.
"The really thin one with brown hair in a bun," Hermione muttered.
"Oh," Ginny said and continued to look at them.
The Sorting Hat finished its song as McGonagall pulled out a scroll of parchment.
"Tom Matthews," Professor McGonagall said. A small chubby incredibly pale boy went and sat on the stool. The Hat shouted out "RAVENKLAW" after a few moments.
The list continued until she reached the snobby brown haired girl. "Fiona Campbell." She walked nonchalantly up to the stool and sat down. The Hat took a couple of seconds to think.
"I bet you she's in Slytherin," Hermione whispered to Ginny. Ginny made an "mm" of agreement. Finally the Hat shouted out,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"What!" Hermione and Ginny exclaimed at the same time.
She got of the stool and walked down to the Gryffindor table amidst cheers and clapping. Surprisingly enough, she came and sat next to Hermione.
"Hi," Hermione said tentively.
"Hi, how are you. My name is Daphne Greengrass. You must be Hermione Granger. I can tell by the Head Girl badge on your robes," she said, all very fast. Her face was plastered with a big warm smile, which just didn't look right.
Hermione looked questioningly at Ginny before saying," Yeah, I am." She turned back to Ginny as Daphne turned to talk to another first year on her side.
"That was weird. I didn't know mood swings happened to kids this young," she muttered. Ginny laughed and agreed.
Soon dinner was over and as Ron, Harry and Ginny disappeared off towards their common room, Hermione looked at her map and made her way to her new dorm. McGonagall was right. The rooms were incredibly close to the Great Hall, only 5 minutes away.
She walked up to a statue of a knight and a dragon. "Password?" the dragon squeaked.
Hermione looked on her piece of parchment. The word 'scribbles' was written in the corner.
"Um, scribbles?" Hermione tried. The dragon nodded and stepped away from the knight and vice versa. A soft glowing square of light appeared in between them. Hermione stepped into the square and out into the common room.
The common room was large and softly lit. There were cream coloured couches and sofa's littered around the room. A number of dark blue beanbags were also thrown here and there. There were two large couches in front of the massive roaring fire and a very plush and soft white rug at the foot of the chairs. Hermione looked around and saw three distinct paintings. There was one large painting at the end of the room with lots of books falling here and there. Hermione guessed this led to the library. There was another painting on the left side. It was pale green and held a silver snake slithering around. Hermione turned around and saw a painting with a brilliant red background and a lion sleeping under a tree. Hermione prodded the painting and looked around the side for some means of getting in. She tried using the password, but nothing worked.
"You have to swing the painting out," came a voice from behind her.
She turned around to find Blaise standing there looking amused at her feeble attempts to go to her room.
Hermione pulled the painting outwards, which turned out to be much lighter than she expected, and was left looking at a door with her name on it.
"Oh, right. Well, thanks," Hermione said awkwardly.
"Whatever," Blaise muttered as he took a seat near the fire.
Hermione opened the door to find a flight of about 10 stairs. She reached her room and hauled her belongings through the door. The room was fairly big considering there was only one of her. There was a large bed next to an ornate window. A fairly large dresser was placed on the other side of the room and a plush blue rug sat in the centre of her room. Hermione opened one door to find a large walk in wardrobe with mirrors everywhere. The next door held a large bathroom. The bathroom had a toilet and a shower, but it also contained a large bathtub and what she suspected was a small pool.
Hermione went back into her room, her spirits as high as they could go. Her final year at Hogwarts was going to be in style. Hermione unpacked and changed into her track pants and an old sweatshirt before grabbing a book she was halfway through, and heading down to the common room. Hermione was practically bouncing down the steps because of her mood. She opened her door and painting and was about to hop into a chair in front of the fire when an annoying drawl sounded from her left.
"Gees Blaise, I really pity you, having to be in the vicinity of a mudblood the entire year," Draco sneered.
Hermione glared at him. "What are you doing here Malfoy?"
"Actually, I invited him. I wanted Draco to see the common room," Blaise said from next to him. Hermione looked at him and her expression melted.
"Fine. But don't make this a regular thing. I'm sure you know the hostile relationship between us," she said before settling into a couch as far away from Draco as possible.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Let's get out of here. She's already driving me insane and I've seen her for 2 minutes. God I hate her," Draco said softly to Blaise, yet loud enough for Hermione to hear. She heard them go through Blaise's painting and the soft click of his door.
Hermione returned to reading her book as a small tear slipped down her cheek.
Chapter 10: Head Room's
Finally the dark outline of the station appeared in front of the train. Hermione left the train first and saw that everyone got onto a carriage safely.
At last, a bunch of three third years hopped into a horseless carriage and the other empty one followed it up the steep path to the castle. Hermione saw one carriage and stepped into it. Blaise was already sitting there looking out the window.
"Hey, did you get everyone on board," Hermione asked trying to make small talk.
"Yeah," was all he said. Hermione looked questioningly at him, but he continued to look out the window.
They arrived at the castle and entered the Entrance Hall silently. The loud voices of the fellow students could be heard from the Great Hall. Hermione entered slightly unnoticed and sidled over to where Harry and Ron were sitting.
"Where were you?! We spent ages looking for you," Ron said as she sat down.
"I had to supervise the carriages, I told you that!" Hermione said glaring at him.
"No, you told us. Ron was a bit. busy," Harry said slyly. Ron blushed.
Suddenly the doors slammed open and Professor McGonagall entered leading the wide-eyed first years.
Mr Filch placed down the old stool and sorting Hat as they made their way up the aisle. Hermione smiled at a couple. One girl glared back at her. She alone seemed unimpressed by the Hall.
"Look's like we have a bit of a bitch starting this year," Hermione whispered to Ginny.
"Which one," she asked craning her neck to look amongst them.
"The really thin one with brown hair in a bun," Hermione muttered.
"Oh," Ginny said and continued to look at them.
The Sorting Hat finished its song as McGonagall pulled out a scroll of parchment.
"Tom Matthews," Professor McGonagall said. A small chubby incredibly pale boy went and sat on the stool. The Hat shouted out "RAVENKLAW" after a few moments.
The list continued until she reached the snobby brown haired girl. "Fiona Campbell." She walked nonchalantly up to the stool and sat down. The Hat took a couple of seconds to think.
"I bet you she's in Slytherin," Hermione whispered to Ginny. Ginny made an "mm" of agreement. Finally the Hat shouted out,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"What!" Hermione and Ginny exclaimed at the same time.
She got of the stool and walked down to the Gryffindor table amidst cheers and clapping. Surprisingly enough, she came and sat next to Hermione.
"Hi," Hermione said tentively.
"Hi, how are you. My name is Daphne Greengrass. You must be Hermione Granger. I can tell by the Head Girl badge on your robes," she said, all very fast. Her face was plastered with a big warm smile, which just didn't look right.
Hermione looked questioningly at Ginny before saying," Yeah, I am." She turned back to Ginny as Daphne turned to talk to another first year on her side.
"That was weird. I didn't know mood swings happened to kids this young," she muttered. Ginny laughed and agreed.
Soon dinner was over and as Ron, Harry and Ginny disappeared off towards their common room, Hermione looked at her map and made her way to her new dorm. McGonagall was right. The rooms were incredibly close to the Great Hall, only 5 minutes away.
She walked up to a statue of a knight and a dragon. "Password?" the dragon squeaked.
Hermione looked on her piece of parchment. The word 'scribbles' was written in the corner.
"Um, scribbles?" Hermione tried. The dragon nodded and stepped away from the knight and vice versa. A soft glowing square of light appeared in between them. Hermione stepped into the square and out into the common room.
The common room was large and softly lit. There were cream coloured couches and sofa's littered around the room. A number of dark blue beanbags were also thrown here and there. There were two large couches in front of the massive roaring fire and a very plush and soft white rug at the foot of the chairs. Hermione looked around and saw three distinct paintings. There was one large painting at the end of the room with lots of books falling here and there. Hermione guessed this led to the library. There was another painting on the left side. It was pale green and held a silver snake slithering around. Hermione turned around and saw a painting with a brilliant red background and a lion sleeping under a tree. Hermione prodded the painting and looked around the side for some means of getting in. She tried using the password, but nothing worked.
"You have to swing the painting out," came a voice from behind her.
She turned around to find Blaise standing there looking amused at her feeble attempts to go to her room.
Hermione pulled the painting outwards, which turned out to be much lighter than she expected, and was left looking at a door with her name on it.
"Oh, right. Well, thanks," Hermione said awkwardly.
"Whatever," Blaise muttered as he took a seat near the fire.
Hermione opened the door to find a flight of about 10 stairs. She reached her room and hauled her belongings through the door. The room was fairly big considering there was only one of her. There was a large bed next to an ornate window. A fairly large dresser was placed on the other side of the room and a plush blue rug sat in the centre of her room. Hermione opened one door to find a large walk in wardrobe with mirrors everywhere. The next door held a large bathroom. The bathroom had a toilet and a shower, but it also contained a large bathtub and what she suspected was a small pool.
Hermione went back into her room, her spirits as high as they could go. Her final year at Hogwarts was going to be in style. Hermione unpacked and changed into her track pants and an old sweatshirt before grabbing a book she was halfway through, and heading down to the common room. Hermione was practically bouncing down the steps because of her mood. She opened her door and painting and was about to hop into a chair in front of the fire when an annoying drawl sounded from her left.
"Gees Blaise, I really pity you, having to be in the vicinity of a mudblood the entire year," Draco sneered.
Hermione glared at him. "What are you doing here Malfoy?"
"Actually, I invited him. I wanted Draco to see the common room," Blaise said from next to him. Hermione looked at him and her expression melted.
"Fine. But don't make this a regular thing. I'm sure you know the hostile relationship between us," she said before settling into a couch as far away from Draco as possible.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Let's get out of here. She's already driving me insane and I've seen her for 2 minutes. God I hate her," Draco said softly to Blaise, yet loud enough for Hermione to hear. She heard them go through Blaise's painting and the soft click of his door.
Hermione returned to reading her book as a small tear slipped down her cheek.