Ch2: What A Wonderful Start
Discy: I wish I owned it. JK Rowling own them, and the books, AND the ideas, AND their hair. I want Hermione's Hair.
So, I'll change it in this one.
Hermione woke up when she heard a soft knock on her door. She yawned and sat up, unaware of her appearance.
"Yeah?"
"Hermione? It's Ron."
"Ron!" She jumped off her bed and glared at the clock, which was set to ring in five minutes. She flung open the door.
"Uh...I just wanted to say good morning."
Hermione growled and let him in. She fell back against her bed and sighed.
"Ron..."
"What?" He seated himself beside her.
"I...just don't think this will work out."
"What won't?" His brow furrowed.
"You know. You and me. This...whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing."
Ron stared at her. She looked away and stood up.
"So, I want you to leave while I change. Go on. Out with you." She pushed him out and closed the door to his protests. She headed to her closet and picked out her wardrobe. The one she always had to wear because of her Head Girl Status. Once she had it on, she fingered the material, regretting that she wasn't wearing her favorite Gryffindor ones. This one, however, was the color of all the Houses. It had a moving badge that rested on just below her heart, with the lion growling. In golden letters on it, the letter "H" stood out, sybolizing she was the Head Girl, at Hogwarts.
She shuddered and started yanking a brush through her hair, knots being tangled out. After a few minutes, her hair was a fuzzy mane, which she had long ago given up trying to tame.
She picked up her books for the morning and rushed out, passing Harry and Ron.
"Hi, Hermione!" Harry waved.
Hermione flashed a smile and ran to the Great Hall. She was late to greet the others for breakfast. Today was a special day, a day that Dumbledore would tell the whole school something, something he had not even told the Head persons.
So Hermione was getting pretty anxious to get there on time.
She glanced at her watch and was surprised when she found out that "on time" was five minutes ago.
She burst onto a staircase and tripped on her cloak. She tumbled down the stairs, realizing that the staircase chose that exact moment to change its landings.
Her cloak became tangled with her hair, and her bag flew out of her arms. She finally hit solid ground when the staircase stopped moving.
Under her breath, Hermione cursed and had to run the long way to get to the Great Hall. She stood up, straightening her clothes, and realized....
"My BOOKS!"
Discy: I wish I owned it. JK Rowling own them, and the books, AND the ideas, AND their hair. I want Hermione's Hair.
So, I'll change it in this one.
Hermione woke up when she heard a soft knock on her door. She yawned and sat up, unaware of her appearance.
"Yeah?"
"Hermione? It's Ron."
"Ron!" She jumped off her bed and glared at the clock, which was set to ring in five minutes. She flung open the door.
"Uh...I just wanted to say good morning."
Hermione growled and let him in. She fell back against her bed and sighed.
"Ron..."
"What?" He seated himself beside her.
"I...just don't think this will work out."
"What won't?" His brow furrowed.
"You know. You and me. This...whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing."
Ron stared at her. She looked away and stood up.
"So, I want you to leave while I change. Go on. Out with you." She pushed him out and closed the door to his protests. She headed to her closet and picked out her wardrobe. The one she always had to wear because of her Head Girl Status. Once she had it on, she fingered the material, regretting that she wasn't wearing her favorite Gryffindor ones. This one, however, was the color of all the Houses. It had a moving badge that rested on just below her heart, with the lion growling. In golden letters on it, the letter "H" stood out, sybolizing she was the Head Girl, at Hogwarts.
She shuddered and started yanking a brush through her hair, knots being tangled out. After a few minutes, her hair was a fuzzy mane, which she had long ago given up trying to tame.
She picked up her books for the morning and rushed out, passing Harry and Ron.
"Hi, Hermione!" Harry waved.
Hermione flashed a smile and ran to the Great Hall. She was late to greet the others for breakfast. Today was a special day, a day that Dumbledore would tell the whole school something, something he had not even told the Head persons.
So Hermione was getting pretty anxious to get there on time.
She glanced at her watch and was surprised when she found out that "on time" was five minutes ago.
She burst onto a staircase and tripped on her cloak. She tumbled down the stairs, realizing that the staircase chose that exact moment to change its landings.
Her cloak became tangled with her hair, and her bag flew out of her arms. She finally hit solid ground when the staircase stopped moving.
Under her breath, Hermione cursed and had to run the long way to get to the Great Hall. She stood up, straightening her clothes, and realized....
"My BOOKS!"