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A/N: Thanks again to those who have read and reviewed. (By those I mean Maria-BOB).
Gosh, it's morning already. I can't believe this. My head hurts, I'm feeling lousy, and to top it all off, I'm still all red-eyed from when I was crying last night. Ginny had fallen asleep soon after I told her about my parents and I didn't have the heart to wake her up and ask for more comfort. I didn't get to sleep until nearly twelve o'clock last night and I'm bloody tired.
Well, I guess it's time to get up. Here I go. I got up and got ready for the first day of school. No one's here, so I suppose they all left for breakfast already.
Blasted ties. I'm not one to complain, but these ties are very constricting when you think about it. Now, it's time for my hair. Most people think that my hair is very old fashioned, but I happen to think it rather interesting and different from the other girls, who put all sorts of ludicrous things in their hair to make it flat, straight, curly, and what- not.
After I finished getting dressed (which takes a whole ten minutes out of my day), I grabbed my bag and prepared to exit the dormitory when everything in my bag fell out of it. I sighed, dropped my bag, and proceeded to pick the fallen items off. There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," I sighed. Perhaps someone has forgotten something. As the door opened, I looked up to see Professor Dumbledore enter. "Oh, Professor Dumbledore, how nice to see you." I stood and looked at him, leaving my bag and everything else on the floor. I must look like an idiot right now.
"Trouble, Miss Granger?" he smiled, that same twinkle in his eye.
"Just a little," I admitted sheepishly.
"Well, then I shall be quick," he smiled. "I needed to tell you that your mother has owled me and explained to me that you will be needing a day pass for next month in order to visit with your grandmother. Hattie, is it?"
"Yes, sir," I said, sorrow clear in my voice.
"Is everything alright, my dear?" he asked. I nodded slowly. Good, Hermione. You practically tear up in front of him, and then expect him to believe that everything is just fine. He's smarter than that.
"I suppose, if you say so," he breathed. He hesitated before handing me a slip of paper that said I could leave the grounds of Hogwarts the next month.
"Thank you, Professor," I said, faking a smile.
"Just remember to put that where you shall not lose it," he said. "And if you ever should, just come to me and I shall give you another one." With that, he turned and walked out of the dorm.
"I wish I could lose it," I sighed. After I placed it in my pocket, I looked at my watch. Crap, breakfast is almost over now. I better hurry or I might not get anything at all.
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I feel better now that I've had breakfast and had a chance to talk with all my friends. Ron made me laugh by putting two straws in his mouth and acting like a walrus. That has always made me laugh, even when I was a baby.
What made me even happier was knowing that I had Transfiguration first and that is my favorite class. Not only can you learn useful skills, but also McGonagal is the best teacher here at Hogwarts. Once again, just my opinion.
I walked into McGonagals classroom, Ron and Harry close behind me. As I took my seat, I heard Draco speaking to his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Did you know that my father and mother are taking me to France this Christmas vacation?" he said. "I do hope we don't have too many run-ins with any of those filthy mudbloods."
Oh no. How dare he use that vile name around me? That foul, little slime ball.
"Hermione, don't," said Ron. I pulled back. Instead of saying something like I wanted to, I just sat in my seat and held my tongue.
"Attention, class," called McGonagall, tapping her wand on the board. There suddenly appeared some writing on the board. "Now, today, we shall be learning how to transform our hair different colors."
"But, Professor," I said, raising my hand. I know, I don't mean to do it. I'm a compulsive questioner. "I thought only auras are able to do things like that?"
"Yes, they can do that and have it last for long periods of time," agreed McGonagal, appearing a little more than annoyed. Sorry, I thought. "But we, too, are able to succeed in this, even if it only lasts a short amount of time. The longest known time of a wizard changing their hair color was two hours." I smiled and went back to my notes.
"Now, I shall need a volunteer," continued McGonagal, looking around at the class. Hey, don't look at me. I don't have any silly notions of changing my hair color. "Ah, Mr. Potter, thank you for volunteering yourself."
"What?" frowned Harry from next to me. "I didn't volunteer."
"Well, I'm the teacher and I say you do," said McGonagal sternly. Harry sighed and stood up. He walked to the front of the class and looked at McGonagal. I feel so sorry for Harry right now. He seems to be the favorite scapegoat for any teacher, even Professor McGonagal.
"Now," said McGonagal, "You lightly tap your hair and repeat the words 'intra cloreah'. And you mustn't forget to think of the color you wish to have. You go ahead and try now, Mr. Potter." Harry nodded and, clearing his throat, did as he was told. The next thing I new, I was looking at a boy with purple hair.
The class began to laugh. I want to laugh so badly, but I don't want to make Harry feel as if he did something wrong. Hehehe. He DOES look kinda funny, though. I mean honestly, who CAN'T laugh at something like that? Wouldn't you laugh if your best friend did something like that?
"Thank you Mr. Potter, that was just fine," smiled McGonagal. After a few others tried, she did end up calling me to the front.
Okay, 'Mione, do not panic. Everyone is having fun, and if they laugh, it'll be because of the crazy color you change your hair. As I stood at the front, I realized I hadn't thought of a color to change my hair. What color should I choose? Red? Yellow? No, those are all colors people usually have. I need to think of something crazy.
"Intra cloreah," I said. Unfortunately, I hadn't gotten a very good color. Instead, the first color that I had thought of was,
"Grey?" laughed Draco from the Slytherin section of the classroom. "Nice going, you filthy little mudblood. At this rate, you'll be just like McGonagal yet. Isn't that a dream come true for you?" The entire class began to laugh. Good going, Hermione. You couldn't have chosen something like teal?
But I quickly forgot that when I registered what it was that he had said. He just called me a mudblood, didn't he? That's it, no more Mrs. Nice Girl.
"Miss Granger, what are you doing?" I heard McGonagal asking. But I was mad and I couldn't control my rage any longer. I walked over to where Draco was sitting so smugly in his chair, that stupid, ugly grin on his face.
"You-you-you insufferable, son-of-a-one-eyed-creton!" I cried. Hey, what can I say? When I'm mad, I'm mad. And right then and there, I grabbed a clump of his hair and I yanked good and hard.
"Ow!" he cried. "Let go, you-
"If you call me that foul name once more, Draco Malfoy, I swear I will rip your hair right out of your big head, you pretty boy wizard!" I cried. I can't believe I'm doing this, and in front of a teacher. But like I said, he just pushed me too far this time.
"Miss Granger, that is ENOUGH!" cried McGonagal. I then felt my arms being pulled off of Draco. No, no, let me at him, let me at him. That git deserves everything I just did to him.
"Hermione, stop," I heard Ron say. Oh great, it's my two best friends who are tearing me off of this git. I thought they were supposed to be on my side? Or did they switch sides on me?
"MISS GRANGER!" I heard. Okay, okay. I stopped kicking and turned slowly to see Professor McGonagal staring at me, a sad and disappointed look on her face. Oh crud, I just made a teacher ashamed of me. What did you do, Hermione? She's walking to me. Just keep your cool. Perhaps you can plead for your life.
"Listen, young lady," she said angrily. "No matter what Mr. Malfoy has taken to calling you, I would have expected better judgment from you. I am incredibly disappointed in you, young lady."
"I know, Professor," I said, lowering my eyes. "And I am ready to fully accept the punishment in which I deserve." What am I saying? No I'm not.
"As a punishment for your serious lack of better judgment, I am deducting fifty points from Gryffendor and you are to serve a weeks worth of detention." I heard Malfoy snicker. I glared at him. How I wish looks could kill because he would be dead right now.
"What are you laughing at, Mr. Malfoy?" asked McGonagal, turning on Malfoy. "You showed no better sense of judgment. Twenty points from Slytherin for your name-calling and for the fact that it was that mouth of yours that started this whole thing. And you, too, shall be serving a weeks detention with Miss Granger."
"No!" we both cried in unison.
"Any arguments will only increase the punishment," said McGonagal. "You may take your seat now, Miss Granger." I sat down. I have only two words for you now.
Oh crud!!!
A/N: Thanks again to those who have read and reviewed. (By those I mean Maria-BOB).
Gosh, it's morning already. I can't believe this. My head hurts, I'm feeling lousy, and to top it all off, I'm still all red-eyed from when I was crying last night. Ginny had fallen asleep soon after I told her about my parents and I didn't have the heart to wake her up and ask for more comfort. I didn't get to sleep until nearly twelve o'clock last night and I'm bloody tired.
Well, I guess it's time to get up. Here I go. I got up and got ready for the first day of school. No one's here, so I suppose they all left for breakfast already.
Blasted ties. I'm not one to complain, but these ties are very constricting when you think about it. Now, it's time for my hair. Most people think that my hair is very old fashioned, but I happen to think it rather interesting and different from the other girls, who put all sorts of ludicrous things in their hair to make it flat, straight, curly, and what- not.
After I finished getting dressed (which takes a whole ten minutes out of my day), I grabbed my bag and prepared to exit the dormitory when everything in my bag fell out of it. I sighed, dropped my bag, and proceeded to pick the fallen items off. There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," I sighed. Perhaps someone has forgotten something. As the door opened, I looked up to see Professor Dumbledore enter. "Oh, Professor Dumbledore, how nice to see you." I stood and looked at him, leaving my bag and everything else on the floor. I must look like an idiot right now.
"Trouble, Miss Granger?" he smiled, that same twinkle in his eye.
"Just a little," I admitted sheepishly.
"Well, then I shall be quick," he smiled. "I needed to tell you that your mother has owled me and explained to me that you will be needing a day pass for next month in order to visit with your grandmother. Hattie, is it?"
"Yes, sir," I said, sorrow clear in my voice.
"Is everything alright, my dear?" he asked. I nodded slowly. Good, Hermione. You practically tear up in front of him, and then expect him to believe that everything is just fine. He's smarter than that.
"I suppose, if you say so," he breathed. He hesitated before handing me a slip of paper that said I could leave the grounds of Hogwarts the next month.
"Thank you, Professor," I said, faking a smile.
"Just remember to put that where you shall not lose it," he said. "And if you ever should, just come to me and I shall give you another one." With that, he turned and walked out of the dorm.
"I wish I could lose it," I sighed. After I placed it in my pocket, I looked at my watch. Crap, breakfast is almost over now. I better hurry or I might not get anything at all.
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I feel better now that I've had breakfast and had a chance to talk with all my friends. Ron made me laugh by putting two straws in his mouth and acting like a walrus. That has always made me laugh, even when I was a baby.
What made me even happier was knowing that I had Transfiguration first and that is my favorite class. Not only can you learn useful skills, but also McGonagal is the best teacher here at Hogwarts. Once again, just my opinion.
I walked into McGonagals classroom, Ron and Harry close behind me. As I took my seat, I heard Draco speaking to his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Did you know that my father and mother are taking me to France this Christmas vacation?" he said. "I do hope we don't have too many run-ins with any of those filthy mudbloods."
Oh no. How dare he use that vile name around me? That foul, little slime ball.
"Hermione, don't," said Ron. I pulled back. Instead of saying something like I wanted to, I just sat in my seat and held my tongue.
"Attention, class," called McGonagall, tapping her wand on the board. There suddenly appeared some writing on the board. "Now, today, we shall be learning how to transform our hair different colors."
"But, Professor," I said, raising my hand. I know, I don't mean to do it. I'm a compulsive questioner. "I thought only auras are able to do things like that?"
"Yes, they can do that and have it last for long periods of time," agreed McGonagal, appearing a little more than annoyed. Sorry, I thought. "But we, too, are able to succeed in this, even if it only lasts a short amount of time. The longest known time of a wizard changing their hair color was two hours." I smiled and went back to my notes.
"Now, I shall need a volunteer," continued McGonagal, looking around at the class. Hey, don't look at me. I don't have any silly notions of changing my hair color. "Ah, Mr. Potter, thank you for volunteering yourself."
"What?" frowned Harry from next to me. "I didn't volunteer."
"Well, I'm the teacher and I say you do," said McGonagal sternly. Harry sighed and stood up. He walked to the front of the class and looked at McGonagal. I feel so sorry for Harry right now. He seems to be the favorite scapegoat for any teacher, even Professor McGonagal.
"Now," said McGonagal, "You lightly tap your hair and repeat the words 'intra cloreah'. And you mustn't forget to think of the color you wish to have. You go ahead and try now, Mr. Potter." Harry nodded and, clearing his throat, did as he was told. The next thing I new, I was looking at a boy with purple hair.
The class began to laugh. I want to laugh so badly, but I don't want to make Harry feel as if he did something wrong. Hehehe. He DOES look kinda funny, though. I mean honestly, who CAN'T laugh at something like that? Wouldn't you laugh if your best friend did something like that?
"Thank you Mr. Potter, that was just fine," smiled McGonagal. After a few others tried, she did end up calling me to the front.
Okay, 'Mione, do not panic. Everyone is having fun, and if they laugh, it'll be because of the crazy color you change your hair. As I stood at the front, I realized I hadn't thought of a color to change my hair. What color should I choose? Red? Yellow? No, those are all colors people usually have. I need to think of something crazy.
"Intra cloreah," I said. Unfortunately, I hadn't gotten a very good color. Instead, the first color that I had thought of was,
"Grey?" laughed Draco from the Slytherin section of the classroom. "Nice going, you filthy little mudblood. At this rate, you'll be just like McGonagal yet. Isn't that a dream come true for you?" The entire class began to laugh. Good going, Hermione. You couldn't have chosen something like teal?
But I quickly forgot that when I registered what it was that he had said. He just called me a mudblood, didn't he? That's it, no more Mrs. Nice Girl.
"Miss Granger, what are you doing?" I heard McGonagal asking. But I was mad and I couldn't control my rage any longer. I walked over to where Draco was sitting so smugly in his chair, that stupid, ugly grin on his face.
"You-you-you insufferable, son-of-a-one-eyed-creton!" I cried. Hey, what can I say? When I'm mad, I'm mad. And right then and there, I grabbed a clump of his hair and I yanked good and hard.
"Ow!" he cried. "Let go, you-
"If you call me that foul name once more, Draco Malfoy, I swear I will rip your hair right out of your big head, you pretty boy wizard!" I cried. I can't believe I'm doing this, and in front of a teacher. But like I said, he just pushed me too far this time.
"Miss Granger, that is ENOUGH!" cried McGonagal. I then felt my arms being pulled off of Draco. No, no, let me at him, let me at him. That git deserves everything I just did to him.
"Hermione, stop," I heard Ron say. Oh great, it's my two best friends who are tearing me off of this git. I thought they were supposed to be on my side? Or did they switch sides on me?
"MISS GRANGER!" I heard. Okay, okay. I stopped kicking and turned slowly to see Professor McGonagal staring at me, a sad and disappointed look on her face. Oh crud, I just made a teacher ashamed of me. What did you do, Hermione? She's walking to me. Just keep your cool. Perhaps you can plead for your life.
"Listen, young lady," she said angrily. "No matter what Mr. Malfoy has taken to calling you, I would have expected better judgment from you. I am incredibly disappointed in you, young lady."
"I know, Professor," I said, lowering my eyes. "And I am ready to fully accept the punishment in which I deserve." What am I saying? No I'm not.
"As a punishment for your serious lack of better judgment, I am deducting fifty points from Gryffendor and you are to serve a weeks worth of detention." I heard Malfoy snicker. I glared at him. How I wish looks could kill because he would be dead right now.
"What are you laughing at, Mr. Malfoy?" asked McGonagal, turning on Malfoy. "You showed no better sense of judgment. Twenty points from Slytherin for your name-calling and for the fact that it was that mouth of yours that started this whole thing. And you, too, shall be serving a weeks detention with Miss Granger."
"No!" we both cried in unison.
"Any arguments will only increase the punishment," said McGonagal. "You may take your seat now, Miss Granger." I sat down. I have only two words for you now.
Oh crud!!!