Disclaimer: If I owned any of the Harry Potter characters, I'd be rich. Since I'm not, it's obvious that I do not own them.
A/N: I know things are going a little slow with the romance, but I need to set things up before I get into that. I hope you aren't too bored.
A/N2: Thanks for the reveiws, Mia Hindo, Padfoot04, and Eman. Sorry I haven't updated in so long. Work, boys and signing up for classes are making life really hectic. Anyway, to make up for the long wait, I'm giving you two chapters. And after this, I'm going to try to update once a week. Is that ok with you?
A Different You by Lina Shay
Chapter Four: Annoyance
Hermione went straight to her dormitory after dinner. She lay in bed, thinking about what she had learned while Milicent Bulstrode and Pansy Perkinson sat up chattering. Hermione wondered why McGonagal's death would drive Dumbledore to insanity. She was sure that Dumbledore had been close to many people who have died. He would be sad, to be sure, but Dumbledore was something different. He couldn't be driven mad. He was the most powerful wizard in the world. It didn't make sense. Unless, in this world Dumbledore was different, like Harry and Ron and Malfoy. Maybe Dumbledore was really weak. It was a terrible thought. Without Dumbledore, everyone was in danger.
When Hermione opened her eyes the next morning, she half-expected to see the ceiling of the Potion's class or even the Hospital Wing. No, she was looking up at the canopy of the four-poster bed, which wasn't her's, in a room, which wasn't her's, in a house, which wasn't her's, in a world, which wasn't her's. Hermione wanted to cry.
She got up and got dressed with the other girls in her room. Hermione stared at her hopeless reflection in the mirror.
"Turn that frown up-side-down!" said that voice she had heard the other day. "Or not even I can make your reflection pleasing."
The mirror rippled like water for a moment, then cleared. Hermione's hair was up in an elegant french-twist. Her eyes were shadowed with a lovely royal purple. She looked really nice, though it didn't improve her mood. Even with a mirror that made her beautiful, she still didn't want to be here.
"You're so lucky, Hermione," Pansy sighed. "I wish my mom would buy me a Mr. Guise."
Hermione half-smile, shrugging.
As Hermione left the common room with Harry and Ron, she almost stepped right on Mrs. Norris. Hermione gasped and stepped back as the cat glared up at her with blood red eyes.
"Watch where you're going!" the cat hissed in Mr. Filch's voice.
Hermione thought she had hallucinated for a moment.
"If you even ruffled my fur, I'll have you initiating into my character-enrichment program," the cat growled, looking over it's fur.
"Come on, Filch," Harry chuckled, putting an arm around Hermione's shoulders. "It was an accident."
"Accident or no-" Filch the cat began.
"You wouldn't want me to tell my father of what you've been threatening, would you?" Harry asked, warningly.
His father? Harry's dad was alive. Of course, if Neville was chosen instead of Harry, then Harry's parents would have never died.
Filch the cat turned his red eyes up to Harry. "You're lucky none of my hairs are out of place."
With that, Filch the cat scurried down the hall. Hermione stared after him in shock.
"He was just teasing, baby," Harry insisted. "He wouldn't do anything to my girl."
"Filch is a cat?" Hermione asked, turning to Harry.
"'Course," Harry laughed. "He has been for years."
"But, he's a CAT?" Hermione repeated.
"Harry, I don't know how you can stand to be with someone so SLOW," Ron scoffed.
Harry let out a long breath. "Baby, Filch has been a cat since third year, remember? In the wand accident."
"The one where McGonagal was killed?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, baby" Harry cooed. "Now, you're getting it."
"But why would this accident KILL McGonagal but just turn Filch into a cat?" Hermione queried.
"Must have been different spells," Harry shrugged.
"Both misfires?" Hermione posed.
"Best not to think about it," Harry insisted, leading Hermione down the hall.
The first class of the day was Charms with Gryffindor. Hermione found herself looking for Malfoy and Neville. She wasn't sure why. She spotted them, sitting together and laughing more. It seemed the two were always having a great time. Hermione had to wonder what they talked about all the time. Curious, Hermione headed over and took a seat behind them. Harry and Ron followed, confused.
"We never sit here, baby," Harry informed.
"I know," Hermione insisted. "I wanted to sit here. You don't mind, do you?"
She had little experience with wicked-whiles nor did she approve of them, but she batted her eyes at Harry anyway. He grinned and told her that they would sit wherever she wanted to. Hermione couldn't believe it had actually worked.
"Hey," Harry began, placing an arm around Hermione, "want to meet later?"
The way he said this made Hermione's skin crawl. Everything about this Harry made her fill ill at ease. His voice prickled the back of her neck and his smirk scared her somehow.
"Meet? Whatever for?" Hermione said, trying not to appear as uncomfortable as she felt.
Harry smirked, then scooted closer to her. In a whisper, he said, "You know, getting in some alone time before our next class."
Hermione had a feeling that was what he meant. And she had no intention of having alone time with THIS Harry.
"Dear me, I had already planned to do research for that History of Magic report," Hermione insisted, assuming they had one.
Hermione noticed that Malfoy leaned back and slightly cocked his head. She wondered if he was listening in or something.
"Quit joking, baby," Harry laughed. "Why don't we slip up to the common room for some snoggling?"
Hermione tried to remain calm, ignoring the desire to elbow him in the stomach.
"I have already told you that I am QUITE busy," Hermione muttered, pulling away from his tenticle-like arms.
Harry stared at her in confusion. Malfoy leaned back even more, so much that he almost fell backward. He straightened up instantly and turned his attention to professor Flitwick. Hermione listened for the rest of class for a conversation between Malfoy and Neville. The only time they talked was when Neville didn't understand something, then Malfoy kindly explained it to him. Hermione had this warm feeling every time this happened.
A/N: All right, I bet you're all saying, "What the heck!" about the Filch thing. During my origional planning, everything was supposed to just be messed up without reason. I thought it would be major funny if Filch turned into his cat. When I did the re-planning, I had to create a way that this would happen. It doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but the whole story doesn't make a lot of sense.
A/N: I know things are going a little slow with the romance, but I need to set things up before I get into that. I hope you aren't too bored.
A/N2: Thanks for the reveiws, Mia Hindo, Padfoot04, and Eman. Sorry I haven't updated in so long. Work, boys and signing up for classes are making life really hectic. Anyway, to make up for the long wait, I'm giving you two chapters. And after this, I'm going to try to update once a week. Is that ok with you?
A Different You by Lina Shay
Chapter Four: Annoyance
Hermione went straight to her dormitory after dinner. She lay in bed, thinking about what she had learned while Milicent Bulstrode and Pansy Perkinson sat up chattering. Hermione wondered why McGonagal's death would drive Dumbledore to insanity. She was sure that Dumbledore had been close to many people who have died. He would be sad, to be sure, but Dumbledore was something different. He couldn't be driven mad. He was the most powerful wizard in the world. It didn't make sense. Unless, in this world Dumbledore was different, like Harry and Ron and Malfoy. Maybe Dumbledore was really weak. It was a terrible thought. Without Dumbledore, everyone was in danger.
When Hermione opened her eyes the next morning, she half-expected to see the ceiling of the Potion's class or even the Hospital Wing. No, she was looking up at the canopy of the four-poster bed, which wasn't her's, in a room, which wasn't her's, in a house, which wasn't her's, in a world, which wasn't her's. Hermione wanted to cry.
She got up and got dressed with the other girls in her room. Hermione stared at her hopeless reflection in the mirror.
"Turn that frown up-side-down!" said that voice she had heard the other day. "Or not even I can make your reflection pleasing."
The mirror rippled like water for a moment, then cleared. Hermione's hair was up in an elegant french-twist. Her eyes were shadowed with a lovely royal purple. She looked really nice, though it didn't improve her mood. Even with a mirror that made her beautiful, she still didn't want to be here.
"You're so lucky, Hermione," Pansy sighed. "I wish my mom would buy me a Mr. Guise."
Hermione half-smile, shrugging.
As Hermione left the common room with Harry and Ron, she almost stepped right on Mrs. Norris. Hermione gasped and stepped back as the cat glared up at her with blood red eyes.
"Watch where you're going!" the cat hissed in Mr. Filch's voice.
Hermione thought she had hallucinated for a moment.
"If you even ruffled my fur, I'll have you initiating into my character-enrichment program," the cat growled, looking over it's fur.
"Come on, Filch," Harry chuckled, putting an arm around Hermione's shoulders. "It was an accident."
"Accident or no-" Filch the cat began.
"You wouldn't want me to tell my father of what you've been threatening, would you?" Harry asked, warningly.
His father? Harry's dad was alive. Of course, if Neville was chosen instead of Harry, then Harry's parents would have never died.
Filch the cat turned his red eyes up to Harry. "You're lucky none of my hairs are out of place."
With that, Filch the cat scurried down the hall. Hermione stared after him in shock.
"He was just teasing, baby," Harry insisted. "He wouldn't do anything to my girl."
"Filch is a cat?" Hermione asked, turning to Harry.
"'Course," Harry laughed. "He has been for years."
"But, he's a CAT?" Hermione repeated.
"Harry, I don't know how you can stand to be with someone so SLOW," Ron scoffed.
Harry let out a long breath. "Baby, Filch has been a cat since third year, remember? In the wand accident."
"The one where McGonagal was killed?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, baby" Harry cooed. "Now, you're getting it."
"But why would this accident KILL McGonagal but just turn Filch into a cat?" Hermione queried.
"Must have been different spells," Harry shrugged.
"Both misfires?" Hermione posed.
"Best not to think about it," Harry insisted, leading Hermione down the hall.
The first class of the day was Charms with Gryffindor. Hermione found herself looking for Malfoy and Neville. She wasn't sure why. She spotted them, sitting together and laughing more. It seemed the two were always having a great time. Hermione had to wonder what they talked about all the time. Curious, Hermione headed over and took a seat behind them. Harry and Ron followed, confused.
"We never sit here, baby," Harry informed.
"I know," Hermione insisted. "I wanted to sit here. You don't mind, do you?"
She had little experience with wicked-whiles nor did she approve of them, but she batted her eyes at Harry anyway. He grinned and told her that they would sit wherever she wanted to. Hermione couldn't believe it had actually worked.
"Hey," Harry began, placing an arm around Hermione, "want to meet later?"
The way he said this made Hermione's skin crawl. Everything about this Harry made her fill ill at ease. His voice prickled the back of her neck and his smirk scared her somehow.
"Meet? Whatever for?" Hermione said, trying not to appear as uncomfortable as she felt.
Harry smirked, then scooted closer to her. In a whisper, he said, "You know, getting in some alone time before our next class."
Hermione had a feeling that was what he meant. And she had no intention of having alone time with THIS Harry.
"Dear me, I had already planned to do research for that History of Magic report," Hermione insisted, assuming they had one.
Hermione noticed that Malfoy leaned back and slightly cocked his head. She wondered if he was listening in or something.
"Quit joking, baby," Harry laughed. "Why don't we slip up to the common room for some snoggling?"
Hermione tried to remain calm, ignoring the desire to elbow him in the stomach.
"I have already told you that I am QUITE busy," Hermione muttered, pulling away from his tenticle-like arms.
Harry stared at her in confusion. Malfoy leaned back even more, so much that he almost fell backward. He straightened up instantly and turned his attention to professor Flitwick. Hermione listened for the rest of class for a conversation between Malfoy and Neville. The only time they talked was when Neville didn't understand something, then Malfoy kindly explained it to him. Hermione had this warm feeling every time this happened.
A/N: All right, I bet you're all saying, "What the heck!" about the Filch thing. During my origional planning, everything was supposed to just be messed up without reason. I thought it would be major funny if Filch turned into his cat. When I did the re-planning, I had to create a way that this would happen. It doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but the whole story doesn't make a lot of sense.