"Hermione, why is Snape staring at us?" Hermione was interrupted from her
usual routine with Ron, where he'd complain about his hunger and she'd
scold him, by Harry's questioning voice.
"I've no idea. He looks surprised though."
"Yeah, think he finally got the DADA position?"
"Ron! The new DADA is probably that teacher beside Hagrid." The trio turned to look at a small chubby witch with light brown hair and big green eyes who was currently trying to make herself comfortable while being squashed by Hagrid and Professor Vector. The small witch fidgeted for a while before finally deciding to scoot her chair backwards so that now she was almost out of view behind Hagrid's overly large coat.
"He's still staring." as Harry said that the three friends turned to once again look at their Potions professor and found his gaze had become a fierce glare, one that he usually reserved for Harry just after a Quidditch victory against Slytherin.
"Right. Ron, do I have something on my face? Is that why he was staring?"
"You know Mione, you actually do, just here." he trailed off tracing circles in his own cheek to demonstrate a particularly large smudge on that area.
"What, why didn't the two of you tell me, no wonder even Professor McGonagall was giving me weird looks!" Hermione was now furiously rubbing at her cheek while she attempted to glare at both boys at the same time, only to notice the small smile that lay on Harry's lips.
"Ron!!!" she turned to him genuinely annoyed.
"Sorry Mione, but really, asking me that, you were begging for it! I could have been much worse and pointed to that green thing hanging out of your nose but that would just be rude." said Ron with what he hoped was a righteous expression on his face. Hermione quickly brought her hand to cover her nose before fully glaring at Ron while he laughed away.
Harry had to laugh at that, and in doing so he also earned himself an annoyed look from Hermione before she rolled her eyes and turned to look at the first years who had just entered the Hall. Ron was pleased to see the slight tug at the corners of her lips.
* * *
With the beginning of lessons, students began to see the consequences of a rather large group of first years joining Hogwarts. The crowded halls, that seemed so wide when empty were now packed with students heading to The Great Hall for lunch.
The second year who bumped into Ron received a fierce snarl from the boy whose mood had been destroyed by his previous potion lesson, even if the poor second year's scrawny chest probably hurt more than Ron's wide shoulder.
Harry tried to smile at the fourth year girl he almost knocked over but he didn't receive the same politeness from the girl who regained her balance and passed by him, purposely hitting his shoulder.
Hermione lost in thought about her teacher's strange behavior had so far managed to keep from knocking into people, well not too hard anyway. For the past few weeks Professor Snape had been acting oddly around her. He was by no means nice, of course. He seemed to be paying more attention to the Head Girl. She felt as if she were a bomb, ready to explode and she couldn't understand it. She'd never thought of herself as a clumsy person or some sort of accident-prone. It had been a while since she'd noticed this behavior but had dismissed it as nerves from the start of the year.
"Honestly, were we like that when we were younger? I think he's been the third student who bumped on me without apologizing, I almost got knocked over by a second year!"
"Ron's right you know. I remember when I was that age I was terrified of the seventh years, never would I just brush past them like that, these kids are loosing all respect for their elders." concluded Harry with a look of resignation while softly shaking his head.
Hermione rolled her eyes before answering them, "Right, because they should all bow down to the kings of Hogwarts, should they?" She touched Ron's shoulder with one finger and continued in an overly apologetic voice, "Oh my deepest apologies, Sir Weasley Emperor Of All That's Nonsense, I beg for your forgiveness." She bowed her head for added effect and as she did so she didn't notice the tiny professor, carrying a rather large box, who was walking her way.
"Got to think about that one." started Ron before turning around just in time to see Hermione being knocked over by the small Professor Flitwick.
Hermione fell hard on her back, her face scrunched up and her eyes closed as she felt the impact. Expecting Harry and Ron to quickly be by her side (actually Harry to be by her side while Ron threatened anybody who dared to laugh) Hermione was surprised to hear silence. Opening her eyes she looked around to find herself in the same corridor she had been. An empty, same corridor.
The passageway was darker and there wasn't a single person in sight, as if many hours had passed during her journey from an upstanding position to laying flat on her back and nightfall had come.
Very confused, Hermione turned to face the directions where she could hear footsteps approaching.
A/N I'd just like to thank Kristy, my only reviewer, and say that I really liked to see your review. This is actually my first story (though I didn't want to say so in the first chapter as when I'm reading I often find this announcement discouraging) and you really had no idea how pleased I am that you reviewed (I kept checking my Stats almost every hour to see if their was any signs someone had actually read it, childish I know.) I'm trying to work on a title, the problem with the summary though. it's just that I've seen so many different summaries, so many 'what ifs' or (in announcer's voice) "mixture of adventure, suspense, comedy and romance" that I don't really know what to say. at all. (Not very creative for someone who intends to right a long story is it?)
"I've no idea. He looks surprised though."
"Yeah, think he finally got the DADA position?"
"Ron! The new DADA is probably that teacher beside Hagrid." The trio turned to look at a small chubby witch with light brown hair and big green eyes who was currently trying to make herself comfortable while being squashed by Hagrid and Professor Vector. The small witch fidgeted for a while before finally deciding to scoot her chair backwards so that now she was almost out of view behind Hagrid's overly large coat.
"He's still staring." as Harry said that the three friends turned to once again look at their Potions professor and found his gaze had become a fierce glare, one that he usually reserved for Harry just after a Quidditch victory against Slytherin.
"Right. Ron, do I have something on my face? Is that why he was staring?"
"You know Mione, you actually do, just here." he trailed off tracing circles in his own cheek to demonstrate a particularly large smudge on that area.
"What, why didn't the two of you tell me, no wonder even Professor McGonagall was giving me weird looks!" Hermione was now furiously rubbing at her cheek while she attempted to glare at both boys at the same time, only to notice the small smile that lay on Harry's lips.
"Ron!!!" she turned to him genuinely annoyed.
"Sorry Mione, but really, asking me that, you were begging for it! I could have been much worse and pointed to that green thing hanging out of your nose but that would just be rude." said Ron with what he hoped was a righteous expression on his face. Hermione quickly brought her hand to cover her nose before fully glaring at Ron while he laughed away.
Harry had to laugh at that, and in doing so he also earned himself an annoyed look from Hermione before she rolled her eyes and turned to look at the first years who had just entered the Hall. Ron was pleased to see the slight tug at the corners of her lips.
* * *
With the beginning of lessons, students began to see the consequences of a rather large group of first years joining Hogwarts. The crowded halls, that seemed so wide when empty were now packed with students heading to The Great Hall for lunch.
The second year who bumped into Ron received a fierce snarl from the boy whose mood had been destroyed by his previous potion lesson, even if the poor second year's scrawny chest probably hurt more than Ron's wide shoulder.
Harry tried to smile at the fourth year girl he almost knocked over but he didn't receive the same politeness from the girl who regained her balance and passed by him, purposely hitting his shoulder.
Hermione lost in thought about her teacher's strange behavior had so far managed to keep from knocking into people, well not too hard anyway. For the past few weeks Professor Snape had been acting oddly around her. He was by no means nice, of course. He seemed to be paying more attention to the Head Girl. She felt as if she were a bomb, ready to explode and she couldn't understand it. She'd never thought of herself as a clumsy person or some sort of accident-prone. It had been a while since she'd noticed this behavior but had dismissed it as nerves from the start of the year.
"Honestly, were we like that when we were younger? I think he's been the third student who bumped on me without apologizing, I almost got knocked over by a second year!"
"Ron's right you know. I remember when I was that age I was terrified of the seventh years, never would I just brush past them like that, these kids are loosing all respect for their elders." concluded Harry with a look of resignation while softly shaking his head.
Hermione rolled her eyes before answering them, "Right, because they should all bow down to the kings of Hogwarts, should they?" She touched Ron's shoulder with one finger and continued in an overly apologetic voice, "Oh my deepest apologies, Sir Weasley Emperor Of All That's Nonsense, I beg for your forgiveness." She bowed her head for added effect and as she did so she didn't notice the tiny professor, carrying a rather large box, who was walking her way.
"Got to think about that one." started Ron before turning around just in time to see Hermione being knocked over by the small Professor Flitwick.
Hermione fell hard on her back, her face scrunched up and her eyes closed as she felt the impact. Expecting Harry and Ron to quickly be by her side (actually Harry to be by her side while Ron threatened anybody who dared to laugh) Hermione was surprised to hear silence. Opening her eyes she looked around to find herself in the same corridor she had been. An empty, same corridor.
The passageway was darker and there wasn't a single person in sight, as if many hours had passed during her journey from an upstanding position to laying flat on her back and nightfall had come.
Very confused, Hermione turned to face the directions where she could hear footsteps approaching.
A/N I'd just like to thank Kristy, my only reviewer, and say that I really liked to see your review. This is actually my first story (though I didn't want to say so in the first chapter as when I'm reading I often find this announcement discouraging) and you really had no idea how pleased I am that you reviewed (I kept checking my Stats almost every hour to see if their was any signs someone had actually read it, childish I know.) I'm trying to work on a title, the problem with the summary though. it's just that I've seen so many different summaries, so many 'what ifs' or (in announcer's voice) "mixture of adventure, suspense, comedy and romance" that I don't really know what to say. at all. (Not very creative for someone who intends to right a long story is it?)