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And thank you SO much to Miss DayDreamish for correcting me on a part of the story!!!! I actually wasn't real sure on that. Thanks!!!!
Enjoy the next chapter!!!!
Chapter 4: The Angry Hermione
Harry stumbled off the train and smiled at the sight laid out before him.
"Welcome home Harry!" he thought happily as he followed a silent Hermione into the waiting, horseless carriage.
"That was soo funny!!!" Ron could not stop talking about what happened in the train compartment. "I mean, Loony hitting Malfoy?! That does not happen every day!!! Hee Hee HA HA!!"
Hermione glared at Ron.
"It's LUNA," she snapped, "not LOONY."
Ron's smudge smile slipped from his face.
"What has gotten into you?" he asked, "Just because you are Head Girl doesn't mean you actually have to DEFEND her!! Cmon Hermione, see the light!!"
Hermione's face went from pink to dark red faster than you could say "Transfiguration".
"WELL EXCUSE ME," she yelled, "BUT HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ONCE HOW IT WOULD FEEL TO BE IN LUNA'S SHOES RIGHT NOW!!!!! NO DON'T ANSWER THAT. I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T. DO THE WORLD A FAVOR AND GET A LIFE RONALD WEASLEY!!!!!"
Hermione sent one final glare at him and turned to the window for the rest of the ride.
Ron was speechless.
"Well I-I-I," he stammered, not knowing what to say after that blowup.
Harry didn't know what to say either. He had never seen Hermione that mad before, and especially had never heard her defend Luna, since it was her that had a few insults about Luna in their fifth and sixth years.
The coach reminded a still and anger-filled quiet for the rest of the ride.
"When I call your name, you will come take a seat here on this stool and will place the hat upon your head. It will determine which house you belong in. Any questions? No, then let's begin."
Harry finished listening to Professor McGonagall's instructions with a tiny smile. He remembered his first year to Hogwarts, and after looking at all the terrified first years, could not help but feel sorry for them, for he himself had felt the same way.
"Andell, Joesph."
"HUFFLEPUFF" "Amiscus, Rebecca"
"SLYTHERIN"
"Bottle, Timothy"
"HUFFLEPUFF"
"Cree, Mitch"
"GRYFFINDOR"
And on and on it went until "Zill, Leif" became a Ravenclaw.
Finally, it was time for the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore to speak.
"Knowing that all of you must be very hungry from your long journey today," he said, beaming at all the listening students, "I have only three words for you: Twittle, Fliff, and Bettlenose. Now eat up."
As he said that, all the empty platters and goblets filled with food and drink. Everyone eagerly dug in, except for Hermione.
"Cmon Hermione," Harry said after swallowing a bunch of turkey, "eat. This is really good."
"I can't believe how they starve her." Hermione muttered under her breath.
"What?"
Hermione glanced at Harry.
"O sorry. I said I am not very hungry." Hermione quickly lied.
Neville Longbottom, another Gryffindor gaped at her.
"How can you not be hungry" he proclaimed, "Even the smells of this food, would even make the fullest man hungry again!"
Hermione glowered at Neville.
"I said I am not hungry, and I MEAN IT!!!" she snapped.
"Uh hum." A voice coughed.
Hermione spun around and faced the pale, cold face of Draco Malfoy.
"Tut, tut." He whispered, a sneer smile spreading across his face. "You should know better than talk to your friends like that Granger."
"WHAT do you want?" Hermione coldly asked him.
Malfoy stopped smiling.
"The headmaster wants to talk to us. Right now" he snarled, "He sent me to fetch you. So it's not like I wanted to be a this grubby joint."
All talking at the Gryffindor table stopped right then, and a ton of glaring pairs of eyes faced Malfoy.
But Malfoy never noticed.
"Now CMON," he snapped, "before I get in trouble for not getting you."
Hermione didn't answer. Getting out of her seat, she angrily grabbed her book bag before storming off, Malfoy following a few feet behind her.
The Gryffindor table soon filled up with talking again.
"I have never seen Hermione that angry before." Exclaimed Dean Thomas later on in the seventh year, boy's dormitory.
"I know." Neville agreed. "Wonder what's up with her."
Harry shrunk under the warm covers of his four-poster bed. He himself didn't know either, but a part of him had a guess.
Luna Lovegood.
Harry didn't know why Hermione was sticking up for her all of a sudden, and he was certain no one else did either.
So, what was up with Hermione?
Harry pondered that question. But not for long, as he fell asleep.
And thank you SO much to Miss DayDreamish for correcting me on a part of the story!!!! I actually wasn't real sure on that. Thanks!!!!
Enjoy the next chapter!!!!
Chapter 4: The Angry Hermione
Harry stumbled off the train and smiled at the sight laid out before him.
"Welcome home Harry!" he thought happily as he followed a silent Hermione into the waiting, horseless carriage.
"That was soo funny!!!" Ron could not stop talking about what happened in the train compartment. "I mean, Loony hitting Malfoy?! That does not happen every day!!! Hee Hee HA HA!!"
Hermione glared at Ron.
"It's LUNA," she snapped, "not LOONY."
Ron's smudge smile slipped from his face.
"What has gotten into you?" he asked, "Just because you are Head Girl doesn't mean you actually have to DEFEND her!! Cmon Hermione, see the light!!"
Hermione's face went from pink to dark red faster than you could say "Transfiguration".
"WELL EXCUSE ME," she yelled, "BUT HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ONCE HOW IT WOULD FEEL TO BE IN LUNA'S SHOES RIGHT NOW!!!!! NO DON'T ANSWER THAT. I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T. DO THE WORLD A FAVOR AND GET A LIFE RONALD WEASLEY!!!!!"
Hermione sent one final glare at him and turned to the window for the rest of the ride.
Ron was speechless.
"Well I-I-I," he stammered, not knowing what to say after that blowup.
Harry didn't know what to say either. He had never seen Hermione that mad before, and especially had never heard her defend Luna, since it was her that had a few insults about Luna in their fifth and sixth years.
The coach reminded a still and anger-filled quiet for the rest of the ride.
"When I call your name, you will come take a seat here on this stool and will place the hat upon your head. It will determine which house you belong in. Any questions? No, then let's begin."
Harry finished listening to Professor McGonagall's instructions with a tiny smile. He remembered his first year to Hogwarts, and after looking at all the terrified first years, could not help but feel sorry for them, for he himself had felt the same way.
"Andell, Joesph."
"HUFFLEPUFF" "Amiscus, Rebecca"
"SLYTHERIN"
"Bottle, Timothy"
"HUFFLEPUFF"
"Cree, Mitch"
"GRYFFINDOR"
And on and on it went until "Zill, Leif" became a Ravenclaw.
Finally, it was time for the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore to speak.
"Knowing that all of you must be very hungry from your long journey today," he said, beaming at all the listening students, "I have only three words for you: Twittle, Fliff, and Bettlenose. Now eat up."
As he said that, all the empty platters and goblets filled with food and drink. Everyone eagerly dug in, except for Hermione.
"Cmon Hermione," Harry said after swallowing a bunch of turkey, "eat. This is really good."
"I can't believe how they starve her." Hermione muttered under her breath.
"What?"
Hermione glanced at Harry.
"O sorry. I said I am not very hungry." Hermione quickly lied.
Neville Longbottom, another Gryffindor gaped at her.
"How can you not be hungry" he proclaimed, "Even the smells of this food, would even make the fullest man hungry again!"
Hermione glowered at Neville.
"I said I am not hungry, and I MEAN IT!!!" she snapped.
"Uh hum." A voice coughed.
Hermione spun around and faced the pale, cold face of Draco Malfoy.
"Tut, tut." He whispered, a sneer smile spreading across his face. "You should know better than talk to your friends like that Granger."
"WHAT do you want?" Hermione coldly asked him.
Malfoy stopped smiling.
"The headmaster wants to talk to us. Right now" he snarled, "He sent me to fetch you. So it's not like I wanted to be a this grubby joint."
All talking at the Gryffindor table stopped right then, and a ton of glaring pairs of eyes faced Malfoy.
But Malfoy never noticed.
"Now CMON," he snapped, "before I get in trouble for not getting you."
Hermione didn't answer. Getting out of her seat, she angrily grabbed her book bag before storming off, Malfoy following a few feet behind her.
The Gryffindor table soon filled up with talking again.
"I have never seen Hermione that angry before." Exclaimed Dean Thomas later on in the seventh year, boy's dormitory.
"I know." Neville agreed. "Wonder what's up with her."
Harry shrunk under the warm covers of his four-poster bed. He himself didn't know either, but a part of him had a guess.
Luna Lovegood.
Harry didn't know why Hermione was sticking up for her all of a sudden, and he was certain no one else did either.
So, what was up with Hermione?
Harry pondered that question. But not for long, as he fell asleep.