Chapter 2- Good and Bad Surprises
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Sunlight poured into the room. Hermione could see the bright light and hear the birds chirping. She slowly opened her eyes to see a girl with red hair bent over her.
"Good morning, 'Mione," Ginny said happily.
"Morning, Gin'," Hermione said sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
Hermione slumped out of bed. She felt like a slug. She walked towards the dresser, and put on her school uniform. Brushing her hair, she neared the mirror and saw herself. Her pleated gray skirt, gray vest, and long white socks. She saw her Gryffindor-colored tie and smiled. If she hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor, she'd never have met Ron. Hermione pulled on her long Gryffindor robe, picked up her books, and walked out of the common room with Ginny following close behind.
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The girls talked until they saw Harry and Ron coming towards them. They looked at each other, then raced to the boys. Ron hugged Hermione and Harry did the same. The girls laughed and locked arms with their boyfriends. The group walked along the corridors to their first class.
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Leaving Transfiguration, Hermione was giggling uncontrollably. Perhaps it was because she was with her best friends in the greatest magical school there was. Or, it was because Ron and Harry's pincushion had turned into a bottle of Calamine lotion.
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Lessons ended, and the group headed towards the Great Hall. Dinner had started without them, and they scurried to find a table. After seating themselves, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny started to eat. Hermione felt starved as she shoveled mounds of mashed potatoes into her mouth. Looking up, she saw Ron across the table, smiling at her. She smiled back. Ginny was staring at Harry also. Suddenly, their eye contact broke as they heard a voice.
"Could you pass the peas?"
It was Neville. Harry smiled at him and handed him the plate of peas. Hermione quickly realized, again, how hungry she was and resumed eating. But, Harry and Ginny's gaze stayed, that is until dessert came.
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After dinner, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny headed back to the common room. Suddenly, they were stopped by a boy with white-blonde hair. "Oh, if it isn't Potty and his girlfriend Weaselette." Malfoy smirked.
He was tall and thin, and Slytherin robes adorned his body. As the group tried to pass him, Malfoy blocked their way.
"Get away, Malfoy," Harry hissed.
Malfoy ignored him.
"And there's the Weasel and..." Malfoy stopped.
He looked towards Hermione. Scanning her body, Malfoy met her eyes. She looked into his slate-gray eyes and felt an icy chill down her spine. During that brief moment of eye contact, Harry pushed Malfoy away. The group followed him, rushing away from the Slytherin, but Hermione would never forget the way Malfoy looked at her. The icy stare, but softer than usual. Little did she know, Malfoy was still staring at her as she left.
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Hermione sat at a chess table with Ron. She'd beaten him four times, but she suspected he'd let her win. It began to get late, and Hermione yawned. She kissed Ron goodnight, and headed towards the dormitory. As she started up the steps, she glanced towards the fireplace. There, Harry and Ginny were sitting, cuddling with each other. Hermione smiled as she walked into up the stairs.
Hermione changed into her pajamas. She sat under her blankets, reading Hogwarts, a History. She'd read it a million times, but it was her favorite. She read until her eyes got tired. She blew out her candle and snuggled down. She closed her eyes. Hermione must have slept for fifteen minutes when she was awoken.
"Oh my God! You have no idea what Harry just asked me!"
Hermione struggled to sit up. She opened her eyes and saw that familiar face looking over her.
"What, Ginny?" She said, rubbing at her eyes.
"He asked me to... to... meet him in the broom closet tomorrow night!"
Hermione quickly sat up straight. Ginny? In the closet doing you-know-what with Harry? She was sure Ginny had noticed her surprise, when Ginny blushed.
"So... do you think I should go?" Ginny said shakily.
Hermione laughed out loud, her hazel eyes and bushy, brown hair glimmering.
"Of course you should go! Who'd reject an offer to do that with Harry Potter?!"
Ginny and Hermione giggled until they could not keep their eyes open any longer. Bidding each other goodnight, the pair went into their separate beds, dreaming of what was to come.
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Sunlight poured into the room. Hermione could see the bright light and hear the birds chirping. She slowly opened her eyes to see a girl with red hair bent over her.
"Good morning, 'Mione," Ginny said happily.
"Morning, Gin'," Hermione said sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
Hermione slumped out of bed. She felt like a slug. She walked towards the dresser, and put on her school uniform. Brushing her hair, she neared the mirror and saw herself. Her pleated gray skirt, gray vest, and long white socks. She saw her Gryffindor-colored tie and smiled. If she hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor, she'd never have met Ron. Hermione pulled on her long Gryffindor robe, picked up her books, and walked out of the common room with Ginny following close behind.
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The girls talked until they saw Harry and Ron coming towards them. They looked at each other, then raced to the boys. Ron hugged Hermione and Harry did the same. The girls laughed and locked arms with their boyfriends. The group walked along the corridors to their first class.
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Leaving Transfiguration, Hermione was giggling uncontrollably. Perhaps it was because she was with her best friends in the greatest magical school there was. Or, it was because Ron and Harry's pincushion had turned into a bottle of Calamine lotion.
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Lessons ended, and the group headed towards the Great Hall. Dinner had started without them, and they scurried to find a table. After seating themselves, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny started to eat. Hermione felt starved as she shoveled mounds of mashed potatoes into her mouth. Looking up, she saw Ron across the table, smiling at her. She smiled back. Ginny was staring at Harry also. Suddenly, their eye contact broke as they heard a voice.
"Could you pass the peas?"
It was Neville. Harry smiled at him and handed him the plate of peas. Hermione quickly realized, again, how hungry she was and resumed eating. But, Harry and Ginny's gaze stayed, that is until dessert came.
-!-
After dinner, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny headed back to the common room. Suddenly, they were stopped by a boy with white-blonde hair. "Oh, if it isn't Potty and his girlfriend Weaselette." Malfoy smirked.
He was tall and thin, and Slytherin robes adorned his body. As the group tried to pass him, Malfoy blocked their way.
"Get away, Malfoy," Harry hissed.
Malfoy ignored him.
"And there's the Weasel and..." Malfoy stopped.
He looked towards Hermione. Scanning her body, Malfoy met her eyes. She looked into his slate-gray eyes and felt an icy chill down her spine. During that brief moment of eye contact, Harry pushed Malfoy away. The group followed him, rushing away from the Slytherin, but Hermione would never forget the way Malfoy looked at her. The icy stare, but softer than usual. Little did she know, Malfoy was still staring at her as she left.
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Hermione sat at a chess table with Ron. She'd beaten him four times, but she suspected he'd let her win. It began to get late, and Hermione yawned. She kissed Ron goodnight, and headed towards the dormitory. As she started up the steps, she glanced towards the fireplace. There, Harry and Ginny were sitting, cuddling with each other. Hermione smiled as she walked into up the stairs.
Hermione changed into her pajamas. She sat under her blankets, reading Hogwarts, a History. She'd read it a million times, but it was her favorite. She read until her eyes got tired. She blew out her candle and snuggled down. She closed her eyes. Hermione must have slept for fifteen minutes when she was awoken.
"Oh my God! You have no idea what Harry just asked me!"
Hermione struggled to sit up. She opened her eyes and saw that familiar face looking over her.
"What, Ginny?" She said, rubbing at her eyes.
"He asked me to... to... meet him in the broom closet tomorrow night!"
Hermione quickly sat up straight. Ginny? In the closet doing you-know-what with Harry? She was sure Ginny had noticed her surprise, when Ginny blushed.
"So... do you think I should go?" Ginny said shakily.
Hermione laughed out loud, her hazel eyes and bushy, brown hair glimmering.
"Of course you should go! Who'd reject an offer to do that with Harry Potter?!"
Ginny and Hermione giggled until they could not keep their eyes open any longer. Bidding each other goodnight, the pair went into their separate beds, dreaming of what was to come.
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