Hey! I've decided to do short replies to my reviewers. I love you all, you
and a good healthy dose of music makes my day! :D
Dance-flirt: Thanks! I'm working on it, is it my fault that I have homework 'cuz I goof off in class? Well, yes... BUT STILL!
Pullmanlover: Heh, thanks! You'll see if it was intentional or not, I'm working it into the plot... And yes, Ron is VERY stupid.
Granger4life: How... interesting. Lol, I'm working on it!
Paula5: Heh, thank you. I know it took a long time, I had a huge socials project and I also went to camp. Yes, like I've said before, Ron is stupid. And thanks, I just added in the bloodied up Krum as an afterthought!
TanyaJPotter: Thanks?
And finally, Chapter 3! This will end the train ride hopefully (if my muses don't take over and go berserk) and HOPEFULLY they'll arrive at Chicklegs. Hey, if you're lucky, I'll keep up with my schedule and actually sort them!
Chapter 3
Hermione leaned against the wall, gazing at the Mirror of Erised. She and Ron were still kissing, and Ron had run his large hands through her hair so much that she was practically shedding on his hands.
Hermione buried her face in her sweater; strangely finding it always was easier to think inside the walls of her shirt. Ron said that it showed what you truly desire, so was this what she wanted? Ron and her snogging senselessly? Sure, Ron was her friend, but did she really want him as any more than that?
What Hermione DID know, though, was that she wanted him as at least a friend, and she needed a friend if she was going to this strange place. She stood up and walked towards the compartment where Ron lay asleep.
She opened the door and started to talk. "Ron, I'm really sorry about what I said, I didn't mean it, and I really need you as a friend," She said, not looking up. When there was silence, Hermione looked up. What she saw made her breath catch in her throat.
There, on one of the benches, lies Ron. His ginger hair spilled onto his cheek and his mouth was open slightly, mouthing something. His arms were clutching something invisible, and he had a small grin. Hermione smiled softly, seeing Ron truly at peace, and sat down in the bench opposite him and pulled out her book.
Ron was having a VERY good dream. He dreamt that he was holding a girl with sleek honey-coloured hair in his arms, reasurring her. He was in a royal blue themed room, with the only light coming from the flickering fireplace. The girl he was cradling was absolutely gorgeous, with amber eyes and only a touch of makeup. There was something very familiar about this girl, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Then, in his dream, as he was holding her, he realized something; I love her.
Ron was jolted from his dream as the train whistle blew very loudly. Someone was shaking his shoulder, and as his vision swam into focus, he realized it was Hermione.
"Neh?" Ron said groggily.
"We're here, get up!" Hermione said, bustling around the compartment and picking things up.
Ron yawned widely and rubbed his eyes. He stood up slowly and shuffled out of the compartment door after Hermione.
He was immediately knocked over by a large orange suitcase. He moaned and pried it off of himself, only to be hit in the head with a wire birdcage.
"'Mione!" Ron grumbled, seeing her unloading the few items of luggage they had.
"Call me that again and my book bag will meet your head!" Hermione threatened, holding her bulging book bag in both hands at her shoulder.
"What do you have against that name, anyway?" Ron asked as he helped Hermione unload her own suitcase.
"Let's just say that there aren't a lot of good memories attached to it," Hermione said quietly, shutting the door of the compartment.
"Like what? Who called you 'Mione?" Ron asked curiously, picking up the twittering cage of Pig in one hand and his suitcase in the other. Hermione murmured something and started to walk up to the single carriage.
"What? Speak up!" Ron exclaimed after her, jogging to catch up. Hermione was walking quite quickly and Ron had to stand in front of her before she would stop.
"Tell me, Hermione! I'm your friend, and you can tell me anything!" Ron said, holding onto Hermione at the shoulders.
"It was Viktor, okay?! And I'd rather not talk about it!" Hermione exclaimed, and shoved roughly past Ron. Ron just gaped at her retreating back, then sprinted to keep up with her. "Okay, Hermione, but don't think I don't care about what goes on in your life," Ron said gently to Hermione, who was visibly holding back sobs. She merely nodded.
By now, they had reached the carriage, and Hermione got in and slumped on the benche. Her hand was supporting her forehead, and her eyes were squeezd tightly shut, like she wanted to close out what was happening. Ron got in quietly and looked out the window.
"You really want to know why I hate it so much?" Hermione said quietly, her eyes still shut.
"Of course, I'm your best friend, aren't I?"
Hermione took a deep breath. "Viktor, as you know, couldn't pronounce my name properly. He could say 'Mione fine, so I let him call me that. 'Mione does sound nicer than Hermione. Anyway, I was over at his house this summer in Bulgaria and... well... he tried to come onto me. I nearly lost my innocence that night, and if it wasn't for Pig delivering your letter to ask if I could come stay at your house, I would've. He was the only person to call me 'Mione other than you, and everytime you say it, I remember that horrible night." Tears were streaming down Hermione's pale cheeks as she finished her story.
"Oh, Hermione...(AN: I couldn't figure out what to make Ron say that didn't sound like it was from a romance novel. Well, technically this IS one but oh well) that must suck," Ron said, trying not to sound like he was on a soap opera.
Hermione made a sound that sounded like a mix between a sob and a snort of laughter. "Yea, it does." She placed both her hands on her face and started shaking with sobs.
"C'mere..." Ron said, and pulled Hermione onto his lap. She turned and started crying into his shirt, and Ron just held her. He didn't know exactly what to say, so he just hushed her softly. Once he felt her stop shaking with sobs, he let her go.
"All better?" Ron asked gently, looking into Hermione's amber eyes.
"Not completely, but I do feel much better. Thanks, Ron," Hermione said, looking up into Ron's cerulean eyes, a smile lighting up her face (AN: This is sounding rather fluffy, isn't it? Don't worry, I won't put the major fluff in until about... checks story map 'bout chapter 23-ish. There'll be lots of angst for the Weaselys still in school, though, so keep reading!).
The carriage jolted to a halt and the duo's eye contact broke. They picked their bags up and hopped out of the carriage. They trudged up to the castle where they met Professor McGonagall.
"Good evening, Mr. Weasely and Miss Granger," She said to the two teenagers. "Bring those bags inside, we'll have to send you to Canada right away. You will be spending the night at your new school before your new classmates arrive there." She led them into the Great Hall, where there was huge fireplace, already crackling and green with Floo Powder.
"Go together, and say clearly 'Chicklegs School', hurry now!" McGonagall said, shooing them into the fireplace.
"Chicklegs School!" Hermione said loudly with perfect pronunciation. Ron and Hermione saw McGonagall, waving and smiling grimly at them before green flame rose and swirled around them, giving them both a sense of hurtling through the air. They fell out of a fireplace, Ron doing a faceplant on a marble floor while Hermione nearly fell but regained balance quickly. Ron stood up and rubbed his nose, which was rather red, grumbling.
"Welcome to Chicklegs School of Magic, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasely. I hope you will enjoy your visit here," A lady said with a strange accent(AN: To them it would probably be strange, they're used to English accents, not Canadian/American), emerging out of the shadows. She was a little below average for height, had long, sleek ebony hair tied back in an elegant knot, violet eyes with thick eyelashes, and she was wearing robes of lavendar trimmed with gold. She had a calm, friendly look about her. "My name is Professor Suk, and I am the Principal of Chicklegs."
"Pleased to meet you, Professor Suk," Hermione said, smiling and holding her hand out for a handshake. Professor Suk laughed and shook her hand.
"Such a strange accent," She said pleasantly, smiling.
"Us?! You're the one with the accent!" Ron blurted out, his eyebrow raised. Professor Suk's eyes turned steely as she turned towards Ron.
"I will not tolerate any rude manners, Mr. Weasely. You remember that, unless you'd like to spend the rest of your days here in detention," She said coldly. Ron gulped, surprised how this friendly woman could turn cold at a moments notice. Something glinted in Professor Suk's eyes. "Would you happen to be related to a muggle family by the name of Storey?" She asked curiously.
"Er, yeah, my third cousin's a squib and I think she married someone with the last name Storey. Why?" Ron said, his eyebrow rising again.
"You reminded me of someone I went to elementary school with. Alex Storey. Same hair, freckles, chin, and attitude," Professor Suk said thoughtfully. "Anyway, we have some dinner prepared for you, it's over at the Carannilwen table. Oh, that would be the royal blue one. I have some business to attend to, but you may eat. Professor Rahimi will come in an hour or so to take you on a tour of the castle," Professor Suk said, and swept away.
Hermione and Ron sat down in front of two plates and an assortment of food, a lot of them that they'd never seen before.
"Ugh, what is this?" Ron asked, poking a large platter of French fries.
"French fries, they're really good!" Hermione said enthusiastically, and started piling her plate with fries and a piece of steak.
"Okay, if you say so..." They started eating, enjoying the first food they'd had since breakfast.
"So, whaddya think of Suk?" Ron said through a mouthful of normal jellybeans.
"Oh, she seems nice enough," Hermione said, taking a drink of Kool-Aid.
"Seems evil to me," Ron said darkly. "Do you think me being related to her old schoolmate will help me any?"
"Well, she seemed pretty ticked off with your attitude, and she said Alex had the same attitude, so no, I don't think it will help at all. If anything, she'll pull a Snape and start taking revenge on you," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"Lovely, just what we need, a principal that hates me for being related to some muggle," Ron said darkly, now morosely chewing on an apple.
An hour later, Hermione and Ron were sitting at the table, discussing what kind of things might be at this new school, when the doors creaked open. They turned their heads to see a man in maroon and navy blue robes coming in. He looked like he was middle-eastern with a mop of chestnut messy hair, bright brown eyes, and a considerable height, around 6'5".
"Hello, I'm Professor Rahimi. I'm here to show you around Chicklegs. By the way, I'm the Physical Education professor here," He said, grinning widely. He had a deep voice with a slight Punjabi accent, but it was mostly Canadian.
"Hello, Professor Rahimi!' Ron said brightly, taking a liking to him straightaway.
"Let's start, shall we? There are four houses here; Carannilwen, with it's house colour royal blue and it's animal a dolphin, Gorithilion, with forest green and a monkey, Galenlossion, of grey and a hawk, and Dunparmaiel, with violet and a hedgehog." He said, gesturing to each of the banners hanging over the 4 long tables. "You'll be able to wander around the castle tomorrow until the rest of the students arrive. You'll sleep here tonight. There's bathrooms just outside of those doors, so if you wish to shower or anything you can." He waved his wand and two plushy sleeping bags appeared. "Lights out is 10, so just stay in here for now. Here are your school uniforms and robes; you'll be expected to wear them tomorrow. They are the size of your old ones, so don't worry about them not fitting." He walked out of the room, his cloak swishing.
"Nice guy," Hermione mused, examining her new uniform. "Wanna try these on?"
"Sure, meet back here in 10 minutes. Might as well change into our pajamas after we try the robes on," Ron said, and they both hurried into the bathrooms.
Ten minutes later, they both emerged from the bathrooms and examined each other's wardrobe. The boys' uniform consisted of a white dress shirt, black dress pants, a black sweater vest, and a black tie. The girls' uniform consisted of the same, except it had a black skirt.
"There was a note attached that when we got sorted, the black would change to the colour of whatever house we were in," Hermione said, looking down and her uniform.
"Yeah... I'm gonna go get changed into my pajamas, meet you back here in 10," Ron said, turning to go back to the washroom.
Another ten minutes later, they both arrived back. Ron was in a pair of flannel pajama pants and a baggy Weird Sisters t-shirt, and Hermione was in a baby blue pajama set, with a spaghetti string tank top and pajama pants. She also had her hair up in a messy bun.
"Hey," Ron yawned as he saw Hermione.
"I'm pretty tired, wanna go to sleep?" Hermione said, rubbing her eyes.
"Sure. G'night, cya in the morning," Ron said, and lied down in his sleeping bag. Hermione followed suit, and soon the two of them were sound asleep.
It's finished! I'll do a little explanation of the names. Sarah Suk, AKA Professor Suk, is one of my best friends. Humayoon Rahimi, AKA Professor Rahimi, is the guy who always seems to sit behind me. Carannilwen is my name in Elvish, Gorithilion is my crush's name in Elvish(and he shall remain nameless), Galenlossion is the name f the most annoying guy on earth, Matthew Davey in Elvish, and Dunparmaiel is my friend Jessica Yoon's name in Elvish. Review please, and stay tuned! :D
Dance-flirt: Thanks! I'm working on it, is it my fault that I have homework 'cuz I goof off in class? Well, yes... BUT STILL!
Pullmanlover: Heh, thanks! You'll see if it was intentional or not, I'm working it into the plot... And yes, Ron is VERY stupid.
Granger4life: How... interesting. Lol, I'm working on it!
Paula5: Heh, thank you. I know it took a long time, I had a huge socials project and I also went to camp. Yes, like I've said before, Ron is stupid. And thanks, I just added in the bloodied up Krum as an afterthought!
TanyaJPotter: Thanks?
And finally, Chapter 3! This will end the train ride hopefully (if my muses don't take over and go berserk) and HOPEFULLY they'll arrive at Chicklegs. Hey, if you're lucky, I'll keep up with my schedule and actually sort them!
Chapter 3
Hermione leaned against the wall, gazing at the Mirror of Erised. She and Ron were still kissing, and Ron had run his large hands through her hair so much that she was practically shedding on his hands.
Hermione buried her face in her sweater; strangely finding it always was easier to think inside the walls of her shirt. Ron said that it showed what you truly desire, so was this what she wanted? Ron and her snogging senselessly? Sure, Ron was her friend, but did she really want him as any more than that?
What Hermione DID know, though, was that she wanted him as at least a friend, and she needed a friend if she was going to this strange place. She stood up and walked towards the compartment where Ron lay asleep.
She opened the door and started to talk. "Ron, I'm really sorry about what I said, I didn't mean it, and I really need you as a friend," She said, not looking up. When there was silence, Hermione looked up. What she saw made her breath catch in her throat.
There, on one of the benches, lies Ron. His ginger hair spilled onto his cheek and his mouth was open slightly, mouthing something. His arms were clutching something invisible, and he had a small grin. Hermione smiled softly, seeing Ron truly at peace, and sat down in the bench opposite him and pulled out her book.
Ron was having a VERY good dream. He dreamt that he was holding a girl with sleek honey-coloured hair in his arms, reasurring her. He was in a royal blue themed room, with the only light coming from the flickering fireplace. The girl he was cradling was absolutely gorgeous, with amber eyes and only a touch of makeup. There was something very familiar about this girl, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Then, in his dream, as he was holding her, he realized something; I love her.
Ron was jolted from his dream as the train whistle blew very loudly. Someone was shaking his shoulder, and as his vision swam into focus, he realized it was Hermione.
"Neh?" Ron said groggily.
"We're here, get up!" Hermione said, bustling around the compartment and picking things up.
Ron yawned widely and rubbed his eyes. He stood up slowly and shuffled out of the compartment door after Hermione.
He was immediately knocked over by a large orange suitcase. He moaned and pried it off of himself, only to be hit in the head with a wire birdcage.
"'Mione!" Ron grumbled, seeing her unloading the few items of luggage they had.
"Call me that again and my book bag will meet your head!" Hermione threatened, holding her bulging book bag in both hands at her shoulder.
"What do you have against that name, anyway?" Ron asked as he helped Hermione unload her own suitcase.
"Let's just say that there aren't a lot of good memories attached to it," Hermione said quietly, shutting the door of the compartment.
"Like what? Who called you 'Mione?" Ron asked curiously, picking up the twittering cage of Pig in one hand and his suitcase in the other. Hermione murmured something and started to walk up to the single carriage.
"What? Speak up!" Ron exclaimed after her, jogging to catch up. Hermione was walking quite quickly and Ron had to stand in front of her before she would stop.
"Tell me, Hermione! I'm your friend, and you can tell me anything!" Ron said, holding onto Hermione at the shoulders.
"It was Viktor, okay?! And I'd rather not talk about it!" Hermione exclaimed, and shoved roughly past Ron. Ron just gaped at her retreating back, then sprinted to keep up with her. "Okay, Hermione, but don't think I don't care about what goes on in your life," Ron said gently to Hermione, who was visibly holding back sobs. She merely nodded.
By now, they had reached the carriage, and Hermione got in and slumped on the benche. Her hand was supporting her forehead, and her eyes were squeezd tightly shut, like she wanted to close out what was happening. Ron got in quietly and looked out the window.
"You really want to know why I hate it so much?" Hermione said quietly, her eyes still shut.
"Of course, I'm your best friend, aren't I?"
Hermione took a deep breath. "Viktor, as you know, couldn't pronounce my name properly. He could say 'Mione fine, so I let him call me that. 'Mione does sound nicer than Hermione. Anyway, I was over at his house this summer in Bulgaria and... well... he tried to come onto me. I nearly lost my innocence that night, and if it wasn't for Pig delivering your letter to ask if I could come stay at your house, I would've. He was the only person to call me 'Mione other than you, and everytime you say it, I remember that horrible night." Tears were streaming down Hermione's pale cheeks as she finished her story.
"Oh, Hermione...(AN: I couldn't figure out what to make Ron say that didn't sound like it was from a romance novel. Well, technically this IS one but oh well) that must suck," Ron said, trying not to sound like he was on a soap opera.
Hermione made a sound that sounded like a mix between a sob and a snort of laughter. "Yea, it does." She placed both her hands on her face and started shaking with sobs.
"C'mere..." Ron said, and pulled Hermione onto his lap. She turned and started crying into his shirt, and Ron just held her. He didn't know exactly what to say, so he just hushed her softly. Once he felt her stop shaking with sobs, he let her go.
"All better?" Ron asked gently, looking into Hermione's amber eyes.
"Not completely, but I do feel much better. Thanks, Ron," Hermione said, looking up into Ron's cerulean eyes, a smile lighting up her face (AN: This is sounding rather fluffy, isn't it? Don't worry, I won't put the major fluff in until about... checks story map 'bout chapter 23-ish. There'll be lots of angst for the Weaselys still in school, though, so keep reading!).
The carriage jolted to a halt and the duo's eye contact broke. They picked their bags up and hopped out of the carriage. They trudged up to the castle where they met Professor McGonagall.
"Good evening, Mr. Weasely and Miss Granger," She said to the two teenagers. "Bring those bags inside, we'll have to send you to Canada right away. You will be spending the night at your new school before your new classmates arrive there." She led them into the Great Hall, where there was huge fireplace, already crackling and green with Floo Powder.
"Go together, and say clearly 'Chicklegs School', hurry now!" McGonagall said, shooing them into the fireplace.
"Chicklegs School!" Hermione said loudly with perfect pronunciation. Ron and Hermione saw McGonagall, waving and smiling grimly at them before green flame rose and swirled around them, giving them both a sense of hurtling through the air. They fell out of a fireplace, Ron doing a faceplant on a marble floor while Hermione nearly fell but regained balance quickly. Ron stood up and rubbed his nose, which was rather red, grumbling.
"Welcome to Chicklegs School of Magic, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasely. I hope you will enjoy your visit here," A lady said with a strange accent(AN: To them it would probably be strange, they're used to English accents, not Canadian/American), emerging out of the shadows. She was a little below average for height, had long, sleek ebony hair tied back in an elegant knot, violet eyes with thick eyelashes, and she was wearing robes of lavendar trimmed with gold. She had a calm, friendly look about her. "My name is Professor Suk, and I am the Principal of Chicklegs."
"Pleased to meet you, Professor Suk," Hermione said, smiling and holding her hand out for a handshake. Professor Suk laughed and shook her hand.
"Such a strange accent," She said pleasantly, smiling.
"Us?! You're the one with the accent!" Ron blurted out, his eyebrow raised. Professor Suk's eyes turned steely as she turned towards Ron.
"I will not tolerate any rude manners, Mr. Weasely. You remember that, unless you'd like to spend the rest of your days here in detention," She said coldly. Ron gulped, surprised how this friendly woman could turn cold at a moments notice. Something glinted in Professor Suk's eyes. "Would you happen to be related to a muggle family by the name of Storey?" She asked curiously.
"Er, yeah, my third cousin's a squib and I think she married someone with the last name Storey. Why?" Ron said, his eyebrow rising again.
"You reminded me of someone I went to elementary school with. Alex Storey. Same hair, freckles, chin, and attitude," Professor Suk said thoughtfully. "Anyway, we have some dinner prepared for you, it's over at the Carannilwen table. Oh, that would be the royal blue one. I have some business to attend to, but you may eat. Professor Rahimi will come in an hour or so to take you on a tour of the castle," Professor Suk said, and swept away.
Hermione and Ron sat down in front of two plates and an assortment of food, a lot of them that they'd never seen before.
"Ugh, what is this?" Ron asked, poking a large platter of French fries.
"French fries, they're really good!" Hermione said enthusiastically, and started piling her plate with fries and a piece of steak.
"Okay, if you say so..." They started eating, enjoying the first food they'd had since breakfast.
"So, whaddya think of Suk?" Ron said through a mouthful of normal jellybeans.
"Oh, she seems nice enough," Hermione said, taking a drink of Kool-Aid.
"Seems evil to me," Ron said darkly. "Do you think me being related to her old schoolmate will help me any?"
"Well, she seemed pretty ticked off with your attitude, and she said Alex had the same attitude, so no, I don't think it will help at all. If anything, she'll pull a Snape and start taking revenge on you," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"Lovely, just what we need, a principal that hates me for being related to some muggle," Ron said darkly, now morosely chewing on an apple.
An hour later, Hermione and Ron were sitting at the table, discussing what kind of things might be at this new school, when the doors creaked open. They turned their heads to see a man in maroon and navy blue robes coming in. He looked like he was middle-eastern with a mop of chestnut messy hair, bright brown eyes, and a considerable height, around 6'5".
"Hello, I'm Professor Rahimi. I'm here to show you around Chicklegs. By the way, I'm the Physical Education professor here," He said, grinning widely. He had a deep voice with a slight Punjabi accent, but it was mostly Canadian.
"Hello, Professor Rahimi!' Ron said brightly, taking a liking to him straightaway.
"Let's start, shall we? There are four houses here; Carannilwen, with it's house colour royal blue and it's animal a dolphin, Gorithilion, with forest green and a monkey, Galenlossion, of grey and a hawk, and Dunparmaiel, with violet and a hedgehog." He said, gesturing to each of the banners hanging over the 4 long tables. "You'll be able to wander around the castle tomorrow until the rest of the students arrive. You'll sleep here tonight. There's bathrooms just outside of those doors, so if you wish to shower or anything you can." He waved his wand and two plushy sleeping bags appeared. "Lights out is 10, so just stay in here for now. Here are your school uniforms and robes; you'll be expected to wear them tomorrow. They are the size of your old ones, so don't worry about them not fitting." He walked out of the room, his cloak swishing.
"Nice guy," Hermione mused, examining her new uniform. "Wanna try these on?"
"Sure, meet back here in 10 minutes. Might as well change into our pajamas after we try the robes on," Ron said, and they both hurried into the bathrooms.
Ten minutes later, they both emerged from the bathrooms and examined each other's wardrobe. The boys' uniform consisted of a white dress shirt, black dress pants, a black sweater vest, and a black tie. The girls' uniform consisted of the same, except it had a black skirt.
"There was a note attached that when we got sorted, the black would change to the colour of whatever house we were in," Hermione said, looking down and her uniform.
"Yeah... I'm gonna go get changed into my pajamas, meet you back here in 10," Ron said, turning to go back to the washroom.
Another ten minutes later, they both arrived back. Ron was in a pair of flannel pajama pants and a baggy Weird Sisters t-shirt, and Hermione was in a baby blue pajama set, with a spaghetti string tank top and pajama pants. She also had her hair up in a messy bun.
"Hey," Ron yawned as he saw Hermione.
"I'm pretty tired, wanna go to sleep?" Hermione said, rubbing her eyes.
"Sure. G'night, cya in the morning," Ron said, and lied down in his sleeping bag. Hermione followed suit, and soon the two of them were sound asleep.
It's finished! I'll do a little explanation of the names. Sarah Suk, AKA Professor Suk, is one of my best friends. Humayoon Rahimi, AKA Professor Rahimi, is the guy who always seems to sit behind me. Carannilwen is my name in Elvish, Gorithilion is my crush's name in Elvish(and he shall remain nameless), Galenlossion is the name f the most annoying guy on earth, Matthew Davey in Elvish, and Dunparmaiel is my friend Jessica Yoon's name in Elvish. Review please, and stay tuned! :D