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Ch3: A New Friend
Hermione blew a strand of hair off her face and gathered her things. She peered down and saw her bookbag lying near the entrance to the Great Hall.
She took a deep breath and started downward. She passed Professer Trelawney, who muttered something about "blasted children these days", and ran past the dungeons entrance. She skidded to a halt. Someone smirked down at her.
"Malfoy." She spat out the word, like a curse.
He grinned and spread his arms wide. "That's my name."
"Oh, really? 'Cause I always thought it was Pilsbury Doughboy, but even that's too smart for you. Good day." She ran off, leaving the white haired Slytherin gaping in her wake. He noticed just how her hips swayed when-
He slapped himself mentally. What was I thinking? A Malfoy, thinking a Mudblood is hot? That would ruin my reputation. And what would Father say?
He wouldn't say anything but Avada Kedavra.
Draco Malfoy followed the fleeing figure of Hermione Granger.
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Harry looked around the hall. Why did Hermione run off to the Great Hall on a Sunday? There were no classes, but then again- He smiled- the library had seemed Hermione-less for the past few days.
Ron walked around the corner, and recoiled back, pressing himself against the wall, his face pale. Harry stared.
"What is wrong?"
Ron jerked his thumb around the corner and Harry peered around and gasped. He turned to Ron.
"Is that a new student?"
"How should I know?"
"Hot, isn't she?"
"In terms of temperature, or of looks? I say looks."
The girl turned around and stared at the corner. Harry and Ron ducked behind.
"Should we go back another way?"
"Yeah."
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The girl turned back to Professer Baldwin, the DADA teacher, and listened to his directions to the dining hall. After a quick pat on the shoulder, he left. She took a deep breath, knowing she was on her own.
Give it UP, Charalayne, those whispers were probably girls laughing at your hair. NOT boys.
She sighed and walked down the hall, making sure to keep out of sight until she reached the Great Hall. She walked through the doors when-
BAM!
A bushy haired girl ran into her, knocking them both over. The girl muttered an apology and rushed into the Hall. Charalayne stared after her as she rushed up to the table nearest the faculty table.
"Wonderful. I transfer here, and I get treated like dirt."
"It's her!"
She whipped around to see a skinny boy with black hair, who another boy with -wow, that is a BRIGHT highliter-red hair was hiding behind. The black haired boy smiled and said hello.
"Hi. Are you new here?"
"No, I just happened to Apparate here and knew all the secrets of this vast place, and managed to get on Professer Snape's good side, and get bumped into by all of the people in this damned place." She glared at him. "Of course I'm new."
They boy blushed. "Yeah. I thought about that. Who are you?"
"A witch who just transferred from an American school."
"No, really." He chuckled and the other boy stood beside him, cracking his knuckles.
"Another person who becomes annoyingly smart and secretive, whom one meets in their lifetime."
The other boy spoke up. "Yeesh, another Hermione....."
"My name is NOT Hermione, thank you very much!"
"Well, you remind us of her."
"What, is she your GIRLFRIEND?"
The red haired boy opened his mouth and blushed. He closed his mouth.
"The name's Ron Weasley."
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Hi."
"So, what's your name?"
"Is it really your business?"
The black haired boy stepped in between the two. "Okay, that's enough. We really need to have breakfast. In case you haven't noticed, our stomachs are begging for food."
"Well, it was like not noticing the Hoover Dam when you are standing right next to it."
"Harry, we have here a sarcastic, and I mean VERY sarcastic Hermione person here." He jerked his thumb at her. "What are the odds of this?"
"According to your head, doughboy, very large. It seems like I'm not the only one here who is sarcastic. And did you say Harry?"
The black haired boy pointed at himself. "Yeah. Me."
"Harry Potter?"
"Um, no, Harry Pothead."
"Takes one to know a sarcastic, buster."
Harry laughed. Her heart soared. "C'mon, let's get going. I'm hungry." He lead the way to one of the four long tables and stopped.
"What's your House?"
"I dunno."
Harry noticed Professer Dumbledore looking at him, telling him with his eyes to bring the girl over. She was nudged in the ribs and she walked toward the elderly man. The Hall fell silent as she approached the table.
He stood up and motioned to Professer McGonagall, who came forward with a small stool and a worn hat. The man cleared his throat.
"Well, miss, Hogwarts may have a different Sorting style than that of your Junior High, back in the United States of America."
There were several whispers amongst the immense crowd. Charalayne gulped.
"America? She's from there?"
"Yeah. Doesn't look it, does she?"
"Nah, not at all."
"She's HOT, though."
"Yeah. I bet you ten galleons that she goes out with me before you."
"You're on!"
Charalayne turned red. The man continued.
"All of us sitting here have gone through the Sorting, and none of them yet have any injuries of any sort." He winked mischeviously (sp?) "So, I'd say it is rather safe to go through with it. You may sit upon the stool..."
She "sat upon" it, staring at this crackpot old fool who even Voldemort feared. Obviously, there was nothing scary about him. But then again, I haven't seen him use magic.
"...and let the Sorting Hat rest upon your head..."
The girl who bumped into her earlier smiled an apology and lifted the large hat up onto her head. Her vision became a sea of darkness.
"...and let it go through your soul, sending you to the most rightful House you belong in. Everyone else, please be silent."
(So...)
(Who are you?)
(I am the Hat.)
(The Cat In The Hat?)
(No, the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Sorting Hat. I see this is very different then what you are used to.)
(Well, we just had to take an exam, to see which House we would be in.)
(So you were in "Tenth" grade? Isn't that rather far for your age?)
(So? I'm smart.)
(You hid all your magic until this very day.)
(But I have been keeping up with all the things that all else in my year have been doing.)
(You are wise.)
(Yes, Obi Wan, I am keenly aware that I am.)
(Ah, but see this...)
(No! I don't want you looking there!)
(I can see what you did before.)
(No! Please don't tell any others about this!)
(This is a rather large secret...)
(Yes! A SECRET, so don't tell!) Tears began pouring down her face.
(This can become harmful when layed upon in the wrong hands...)
(Please!)
(You are too young....but because of this...)
(You're not going to teel on me, now, are you?)
(I wouldn't dream of it)
(Thanks)
(I said I wouldn't DREAM of it, but I'm free to TELL Headmaster Dumbledore what I found curled up inside you here.)
(No, DON'T!)
(I need to make a decision)
(So make it.)
(I could put you in Gryffindor...)
(Would you? That would be so nice)
(But your past may betray the goodness of their spirit.)
(What the wuh?)
(Aaaaaaaaah, now I know what I will put you in!)
(Please be still, my beating heart.)
The rim of the hat opened wide...
Ch3: A New Friend
Hermione blew a strand of hair off her face and gathered her things. She peered down and saw her bookbag lying near the entrance to the Great Hall.
She took a deep breath and started downward. She passed Professer Trelawney, who muttered something about "blasted children these days", and ran past the dungeons entrance. She skidded to a halt. Someone smirked down at her.
"Malfoy." She spat out the word, like a curse.
He grinned and spread his arms wide. "That's my name."
"Oh, really? 'Cause I always thought it was Pilsbury Doughboy, but even that's too smart for you. Good day." She ran off, leaving the white haired Slytherin gaping in her wake. He noticed just how her hips swayed when-
He slapped himself mentally. What was I thinking? A Malfoy, thinking a Mudblood is hot? That would ruin my reputation. And what would Father say?
He wouldn't say anything but Avada Kedavra.
Draco Malfoy followed the fleeing figure of Hermione Granger.
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Harry looked around the hall. Why did Hermione run off to the Great Hall on a Sunday? There were no classes, but then again- He smiled- the library had seemed Hermione-less for the past few days.
Ron walked around the corner, and recoiled back, pressing himself against the wall, his face pale. Harry stared.
"What is wrong?"
Ron jerked his thumb around the corner and Harry peered around and gasped. He turned to Ron.
"Is that a new student?"
"How should I know?"
"Hot, isn't she?"
"In terms of temperature, or of looks? I say looks."
The girl turned around and stared at the corner. Harry and Ron ducked behind.
"Should we go back another way?"
"Yeah."
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The girl turned back to Professer Baldwin, the DADA teacher, and listened to his directions to the dining hall. After a quick pat on the shoulder, he left. She took a deep breath, knowing she was on her own.
Give it UP, Charalayne, those whispers were probably girls laughing at your hair. NOT boys.
She sighed and walked down the hall, making sure to keep out of sight until she reached the Great Hall. She walked through the doors when-
BAM!
A bushy haired girl ran into her, knocking them both over. The girl muttered an apology and rushed into the Hall. Charalayne stared after her as she rushed up to the table nearest the faculty table.
"Wonderful. I transfer here, and I get treated like dirt."
"It's her!"
She whipped around to see a skinny boy with black hair, who another boy with -wow, that is a BRIGHT highliter-red hair was hiding behind. The black haired boy smiled and said hello.
"Hi. Are you new here?"
"No, I just happened to Apparate here and knew all the secrets of this vast place, and managed to get on Professer Snape's good side, and get bumped into by all of the people in this damned place." She glared at him. "Of course I'm new."
They boy blushed. "Yeah. I thought about that. Who are you?"
"A witch who just transferred from an American school."
"No, really." He chuckled and the other boy stood beside him, cracking his knuckles.
"Another person who becomes annoyingly smart and secretive, whom one meets in their lifetime."
The other boy spoke up. "Yeesh, another Hermione....."
"My name is NOT Hermione, thank you very much!"
"Well, you remind us of her."
"What, is she your GIRLFRIEND?"
The red haired boy opened his mouth and blushed. He closed his mouth.
"The name's Ron Weasley."
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Hi."
"So, what's your name?"
"Is it really your business?"
The black haired boy stepped in between the two. "Okay, that's enough. We really need to have breakfast. In case you haven't noticed, our stomachs are begging for food."
"Well, it was like not noticing the Hoover Dam when you are standing right next to it."
"Harry, we have here a sarcastic, and I mean VERY sarcastic Hermione person here." He jerked his thumb at her. "What are the odds of this?"
"According to your head, doughboy, very large. It seems like I'm not the only one here who is sarcastic. And did you say Harry?"
The black haired boy pointed at himself. "Yeah. Me."
"Harry Potter?"
"Um, no, Harry Pothead."
"Takes one to know a sarcastic, buster."
Harry laughed. Her heart soared. "C'mon, let's get going. I'm hungry." He lead the way to one of the four long tables and stopped.
"What's your House?"
"I dunno."
Harry noticed Professer Dumbledore looking at him, telling him with his eyes to bring the girl over. She was nudged in the ribs and she walked toward the elderly man. The Hall fell silent as she approached the table.
He stood up and motioned to Professer McGonagall, who came forward with a small stool and a worn hat. The man cleared his throat.
"Well, miss, Hogwarts may have a different Sorting style than that of your Junior High, back in the United States of America."
There were several whispers amongst the immense crowd. Charalayne gulped.
"America? She's from there?"
"Yeah. Doesn't look it, does she?"
"Nah, not at all."
"She's HOT, though."
"Yeah. I bet you ten galleons that she goes out with me before you."
"You're on!"
Charalayne turned red. The man continued.
"All of us sitting here have gone through the Sorting, and none of them yet have any injuries of any sort." He winked mischeviously (sp?) "So, I'd say it is rather safe to go through with it. You may sit upon the stool..."
She "sat upon" it, staring at this crackpot old fool who even Voldemort feared. Obviously, there was nothing scary about him. But then again, I haven't seen him use magic.
"...and let the Sorting Hat rest upon your head..."
The girl who bumped into her earlier smiled an apology and lifted the large hat up onto her head. Her vision became a sea of darkness.
"...and let it go through your soul, sending you to the most rightful House you belong in. Everyone else, please be silent."
(So...)
(Who are you?)
(I am the Hat.)
(The Cat In The Hat?)
(No, the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Sorting Hat. I see this is very different then what you are used to.)
(Well, we just had to take an exam, to see which House we would be in.)
(So you were in "Tenth" grade? Isn't that rather far for your age?)
(So? I'm smart.)
(You hid all your magic until this very day.)
(But I have been keeping up with all the things that all else in my year have been doing.)
(You are wise.)
(Yes, Obi Wan, I am keenly aware that I am.)
(Ah, but see this...)
(No! I don't want you looking there!)
(I can see what you did before.)
(No! Please don't tell any others about this!)
(This is a rather large secret...)
(Yes! A SECRET, so don't tell!) Tears began pouring down her face.
(This can become harmful when layed upon in the wrong hands...)
(Please!)
(You are too young....but because of this...)
(You're not going to teel on me, now, are you?)
(I wouldn't dream of it)
(Thanks)
(I said I wouldn't DREAM of it, but I'm free to TELL Headmaster Dumbledore what I found curled up inside you here.)
(No, DON'T!)
(I need to make a decision)
(So make it.)
(I could put you in Gryffindor...)
(Would you? That would be so nice)
(But your past may betray the goodness of their spirit.)
(What the wuh?)
(Aaaaaaaaah, now I know what I will put you in!)
(Please be still, my beating heart.)
The rim of the hat opened wide...