(peer pressure, r u alone?)
Hi everyone! With fanfics, I only seem to be able to focus on Harry. I figured I better try to stop this, especially with this idea I'm forming in my head.
Hermione/Draco.mainly on account of I don't like writing about Hermione/Ron, I hate Harry/Hermione, plus the extreme differences between the deliciously evil, cold, pure-blood Slytherin, and the Muggle-born, warm of heart Gryffindor will add interest to what I'm creating.
To the author of 'Fantasy' (I feel so terrible because I've forgotten your name), your story rocks, and I fear I might copy it slightly. Don't bitch- slap me.just point it out when you review *wink wink *.
So everyone, let's see what happens, and remember, whether crappy, fantastic, somewhere in between or because you wanna abuse me for including too much smut, review. Oh, and there's some guy out there that thinks I suck.I dunno your name, but whoever you are, cheers. I have your vote of confidence.
Right, let's go.
Chapter 1: Aboard the Hogwarts Express
Hermione sighed as she looked out the window of the train, as it glided from the station. She remembered this time last year, leaving the station, feeling a lot happier about life, and where things were going. This year, however, she had very little hope in anything.
She supposed that could be traced down to the happenings at the end of last year.
*~FLASHBACK~*
'Harry!' yelled Hermione, running out from behind the pillar of which she was hiding. 'Look out!'
'Yikes!' replied Harry, as he dodged a curse from Lord Voldemort himself.
Bellatrix Lestrange heard Hermione's cry and whipped round to where she was behind the pillar.
'Hello Hermione.'
'Impedimenta!'
Bellatrix deflected the curse lazily.
'I know why you fear me Hermione.'
'Fear you?' retorted Hermione with a laugh. 'What reason have I to fear you? You don't scare me. You can't hurt me the way you've hurt Harry, or Neville, already. The only thing you can do is be hurt in return.'
Bellatrix laughed at this. 'Ahh, the tidings of a stupid, STUPID little girl.'
'Don't you dare call me stupid, after what you've done to my friends. You can't even fathom what they've been through.'
'Neither can you.'
'No, but I can still be there for them.'
'Ahh, but maybe you can't. You see, what would be the point of just feeling sorry for your little friends? What if I could make you feel that pain too?'
Suddenly it dawned on Hermione. 'What have you done?'
'Well, I couldn't find out about Harry Potter's handy little sidekicks unless I found the two people that knew them best. So I found.'
Hermione came out of the shadows, and stared at Bellatrix intentedly 'Who?'
Bellatrix came towards Hermione, and whispered in her ear:
'.your parents.'
*~END FLASHBACK~*
'Hermione?'
Hermione turned around to see Harry and Ron looking down at her from where she was sitting.
'Oh. Hi.'
'Hi,' replied Harry. 'Umm.you do realise that you're suppose to be in the prefects carriage with Ron don't you?'
'Indeed yes, she should be Harry. Though perhaps she should go a little bit ahead.on account of her being.Head Girl, and all.'
Harry pretended he was blowing a party streamer. Hermione, despite herself, blushed slightly.
I forgot. Silly me. All right.I'll see you both in a while then. Say hi to Neville for me, Harry.'
Hermione and Ron rushed down to the prefects carriages.
'Damn it!' gasped Hermione as they hurtled along. 'I completely forgot! They're gonna do their running jump!'
'What, you mean those memo's Dumbledore places in the carriages that give directions as to what we do before school starts? They're innocent pieces of paper Hermione.'
'Well, the new Head Boy won't be happy,' she said, as they entered the carriage, slightly flustered. 'Who is it anyway?'
'Ahem!'
Ron and Hermione turned, to the evil, sneering face of none other then Draco Malfoy. He had this expression on his face that gave Hermione the assurance that he'd just achieved something she wasn't going to like.
And sure enough, there was the gleaming gold and silver badge, with the words HB on them, pinned to his robes. Hermione looked at her own, similar badge, and sighed.
'Fantastic.'
'Weasley, Granger, so kind of you to join us. Now please sit down while I order you both around.'
Ron's ears went pink, but Hermione stood her ground.'
'Read my chest Malfoy. I'm Head Girl this year, so you have about as much right to order me around as I do to you, which is none. You can't do anything unfair to any of the other prefects either.not while I'm around.'
'Read your chest, Granger? I'd rather not,' Malfoy drawled.
Several of the Slytherin prefects chortled at this. Hermione sighed and grabbed the memo that was fluttering annoyingly next to her. The opened it up and read what was inside.
Dear Hermione, Congratulations on becoming Head Girl. I know you'll perform the job marvellously. Your first duties of the year are to get the new prefects settled. In your house, they are Edward Rogers and Susie Bellnak. You can ask any 6th or 7th year prefects, or indeed the new Head Boy, Draco Malfoy, to help you with this. I also hope you're handling what happened with your parents all right. If you have any problems or things you wish to discuss, don't hesitate to come to me. I'll always be glad to help. Hang in there Hermione. Albus Dumbledore.
Hermione thought it was very nice of Dumbledore to say that, but that still didn't solve her non-parents related problem: How to control her temper with having Malfoy as her deputy all year. God how she hated him. It was bad enough that he spent the two years while he was a prefect bullying everything human (or half human) that came towards him. He was going to be MURDEROUS now that he was headboy. Especially towards her.
And, true to her point:
'Now, Mudblood. Because you're the one with dirtier blood, you can do as I tell you. Jobs for you this year include grovelling at my feet, licking my shoes and doing every single thing I ask you to do.'
'Oh, you think you're so funny Malfoy,' retorted Hermione coldly.
'Ooh, ice ice baby.'
Hermione didn't credit this with a response. Ron looked at her with pity. Hermione sighed, and mouthed 'What am I going to do?' to him. Ron mouthed back 'Beats me.'
Hermione grabbed another Memo that was floating near her. She opened it up, and found the kind of information she needed to begin her Head Girl duties.
What the Head Girl needs to do before getting off the Hogwarts express: Explain who she and the head Boy are Tell the new Prefects what their duties include Patrol the train at regular intervals along with the other prefects. Report any wrongdoers to their head of house when you depart the train. After dinner, going up to the Headmaster and getting more information on her position.
Seems fair, Hermione thought to herself. She addressed the younger prefects.
'Hello everyone. For those of your that don't know, I'm Hermione Granger, and I'm the new head girl this year. That means that if any of you have problems with your new positions, come and see me and I'll be glad to help you.'
'Or rather,' said Malfoy, butting in 'You'll say how you did it when you were a prefect, and expect everyone to do it exactly the same way, because it is your way.'
Hermione closed her eyes and issued a silent prayer.
'Anyway,' she continued. 'We might as well get to know each other. We'll start with you. Just names first.'
The other prefects went around introducing each other. Hermione noticed Edward and Susie straight away. Both fairly nice people, though Susie could be a bit of a trouble maker when she tried. Hermione remembered catching her and her friend, Zelda Bombay, one time last year, trying to set off a Fred Firework Flamboozle at a bunch of innocent second years. Susie apparently remembered this as well, and she grinned at Hermione after she'd said her name. Hermione, though quite against her nature, grinned back.
'OK,' said Hermione afterwards. 'Great. Now, you do all have to patrol the corridors every so often. I'll send off new people every few minutes. You take a sweep of the trains, tell off people who are misbehaving, report back here and tell me who they are so I can report them to the culprits head of house. And I will know if any of you are lying just to get your enemies in trouble.'
'How will you know that?' asked Portus McLachlan, a Hufflepuff prefect.
'I have my ways,' replied Hermione, tapping her nose. 'Now, off you go. You and Helen first.'
The two Hufflepuffs shuffled off. Hermione decided to go with them. She might see Harry and Ginny and Neville there.
She managed to find the above-mentioned people at the end of the train, but it took a while, on account of she had to yell at a group of 3rd years that were trying to scare a first year with threats of hexes. Harry, Ginny, Neville, Seamus and Dean were sitting around, playing exploding snap. Dean was getting slightly pissed off at Ginny for continuously beating him. Hermione hid a snigger.
'Hey Mione,' said Harry as she walked in. 'Care to join us?'
'Nah. I just felt like saying hi. But I gotta make sure the prefects are doing their jobs. Did you hear who Head Boy is?'
'I heard rumours, but they were so bizarre I waved them away.'
'Believe them. It's Malfoy.'
Silence. Then Ginny saying 'Oh Hermione.I'm so sorry.'
'It's not that big a deal,' she replied. 'I just have to make sure he doesn't make the lives of people that don't abide by his laws a living hell- '
'Actually Hermione,' replied Neville, as the deck exploded and he and Harry got ash in their hair. 'It's a bit more then that. You and Malfoy are going to have to do everything together. And I mean EVERYTHING. Remember in our third year, with Percy and Penelope being the Heads. That was OK for them because they actually liked each other. But because Malfoy's so.'
'Evil?' suggested Harry.
'Yeah.you're not in for a happy year Herms.'
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The train pulled into Hogsmeade station and everybody piled out. Everyone hopped into the Thestral-drawn carriages that rolled away to the great castle that loomed before them.
Harry gazed fondly at the Thestrals, trying to reach out and pet one. Hermione couldn't see them though, so she looked out the window and saw what she could see. It wasn't a lot, really.mainly just blackness, and the twinkling lights of the castle beyond. The trains finally got there, and Hermione stayed back and made sure all the students managed to get into the hall safely.this included making sure Neville had Trevor.
In the Great Hall everyone seated themselves, and eagerly awaited the entrance of the First Years. The doors opened, and, led my Professor McGonagall, holding out the patched, frayed Sorting Hat, the First Years came in. Hermione smiled encouragingly at them as they walked through the Great Hall. Her eyes swept across the Slytherin table, and she saw Malfoy there, with Crabbe and Goyle, pointing at the new First Years and laughing at them. Hermiones blood boiled. The nerve of him. Her was that young on-'
Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by the Sorting Hat, opening up at the brim and chanting its song:
1000 years ago or more, The school was built on these same grounds, 'We'll teach these students', said Founders 4, And so, each has their rounds,
The Gryffindors, so brave, so true, Prepared to face their fears, If put in Gryffindor, I assure you, Your bravery domineers,
Ravenclaw is the wisest of them, Smart and secure, she files, If put in here, you will see then, Brains are worth the while,
And Hufflepuff, kindest you are, Your friends you hold for life With friends and fans you travel far, And with them you beat your strife,
And Slytherin, ahh, the cunning indeed, Never a dull thing to say, The shrewed and cautious, what you need, To fulfil your every day,
You can only be placed into one of these four, But before you are, heed this call:
Dark times are ahead, many have known, And there's only one way to defeat it, To stick together, and use your talents shown, And here's the last little bit,
If you all learn to work together, You will soon see why, The Dark Lord will be powerless against us, And us? We'll reach the sky.
(A/N: How's THAT for extremely crappy poetry???)
The students remained silent over this, minus the Slytherins, who if you pardon the French, couldn't give a rats. Hermione had heard a somewhat similar warning at the beginning of her 5th year. She wondered why the Sorting Hat felt like reminding them of this again so soon after the original reminder. She supposed the Hat just felt people needed reminding of things said before.
The First Years were sorted, and dinner was eaten. As the last traces of pudding disappeared either into Ron's mouth or off the plates, Professor Dumbledore stood up and addressed the room.
'Welcome again, everyone! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! A few start of term notices. Firstly, no-one is, unless under special conditions, ever allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest. Secondly, Mr Filch has banned all products that have ever been made by the Mrs Fred and George Weasley (several people cheered at the sound of Fred and George's names. They were becoming quite the legends, Hermione thought to herself) from ever entering the premises. If any items they've ever created appear anywhere amongst the premises, Mr Filch has threatened the use of Bat Bogey hexes, as a warm-up of the sorts of punishments he will issue.' Professor Dumbledore's beard twitched slightly at this.
'That would be all. May I please see our new Head Boy and Head Girl immediately? Other prefects, please escort the rest of your house to the dormitories.'
Everyone else heaved themselves off the tables and followed various prefects towards the house common rooms. Hermione walked in the other direction, towards the Headmaster. Along the way though, someones foot got in the way and she tripped.
'Ow!'
'Oh, sorry Granger. Didn't see you there.'
Malfoy. Why did it seem to be his ultimate mission in life to make Hermione's Hell? She picked herself up off the ground and glared at Malfoy.
'Don't think that just because your Daddy's taught you the Unforgivable Curses, and that you're about a foot taller then me, I'm not ready to severely mutilate you. Ever.'
'Touchy, touchy,' he replied. He flicked his hair away from his eyes and stared coolly down at her. 'You know, don't you Granger, that I'm still the dominating person here. I'm taller, smarter (Hermione snorted because this was so blatantly untrue and she knew it, not to be boastful), and have spotless bloodlines compared to yours. You can't win over me.'
'Oh yeah, like your bloodline's only filled with the most evil and You-know- who abiding people that have ever lived. YOU'RE the one that's related to Ron.'
Malfoy had trouble giving an equally 'offensive' response to that comment.
'Checkmate,' Hermione grinned evilly up at him, and turned to Professor Dumbledore, who was sitting there calmly, observing a watch.
'Good evening sir.'
'Good evening Hermione, Draco,' he replied, putting away his watch and beckoning both of them up. 'I trust you both had a good summer?'
Hermione smiled slightly, but looked down at her shoes at the same time. She knew Dumbledore was just making polite conversation. He knew what had happened to her parents. Draco, on the other hand, responded 'Excellent one, thank you sir.'
'Great. Now, as Head Boy and Head Girl, you two are going to be working together quite a lot this year. It's your job every night to do a last patrol of the grounds before 9pm, when everyone's expected in the common room. You both have to organise events that are to take place during the school year.we teachers will give you more information on that a little bit later. And, there's also this.'
He gave Draco and Hermione each a key. Hermione peered at hers. It seemed big for a key, and slightly old fashioned. Mind you, so was everything about this castle. It was big, gold, and had HG scrawled across the base of it in fading letters. Evidently, therefore, it stood for Head Girl, not Hermione Granger.
'What are these for sir?'
'Well, Prefects get their own bathroom, but the Head Boy and Girl get their own quiet room.'
'Quiet room, sir?'
'Well, it can be as noisy as it likes as long as you two are the only ones that go in there. It's a special room, that provides the Head Boy and Head Girl, and only them, with anything they need during the year, to assist them with their duties.'
Hermione, being human, began getting sickening thoughts as to things that might actually go on in this room. She had a vague feeling Draco was thinking similar thoughts, because his usual sneer was creeping into a slight grin. Hermione quickly smothered anything that would appear less then perfectly innocent on her face, and addressed the Headmaster again.
'Where is this room sir?'
'Oh, there's no need to know that. The keys are actually portkeys. If you say 'Quiet room' to them, the key will take you there. Only you, mind you. No-one else can use it. You can't even use each others keys.'
'Right,' replied Hermione. She pocketed the key carefully. 'Thank you professor.'
My pleasure. Off to bed now. Goodbye.'
Well how was that? Whether good, crappy, lacking in something or containing too much of something, tell me about it with the handy little box there that says review.
Hi everyone! With fanfics, I only seem to be able to focus on Harry. I figured I better try to stop this, especially with this idea I'm forming in my head.
Hermione/Draco.mainly on account of I don't like writing about Hermione/Ron, I hate Harry/Hermione, plus the extreme differences between the deliciously evil, cold, pure-blood Slytherin, and the Muggle-born, warm of heart Gryffindor will add interest to what I'm creating.
To the author of 'Fantasy' (I feel so terrible because I've forgotten your name), your story rocks, and I fear I might copy it slightly. Don't bitch- slap me.just point it out when you review *wink wink *.
So everyone, let's see what happens, and remember, whether crappy, fantastic, somewhere in between or because you wanna abuse me for including too much smut, review. Oh, and there's some guy out there that thinks I suck.I dunno your name, but whoever you are, cheers. I have your vote of confidence.
Right, let's go.
Chapter 1: Aboard the Hogwarts Express
Hermione sighed as she looked out the window of the train, as it glided from the station. She remembered this time last year, leaving the station, feeling a lot happier about life, and where things were going. This year, however, she had very little hope in anything.
She supposed that could be traced down to the happenings at the end of last year.
*~FLASHBACK~*
'Harry!' yelled Hermione, running out from behind the pillar of which she was hiding. 'Look out!'
'Yikes!' replied Harry, as he dodged a curse from Lord Voldemort himself.
Bellatrix Lestrange heard Hermione's cry and whipped round to where she was behind the pillar.
'Hello Hermione.'
'Impedimenta!'
Bellatrix deflected the curse lazily.
'I know why you fear me Hermione.'
'Fear you?' retorted Hermione with a laugh. 'What reason have I to fear you? You don't scare me. You can't hurt me the way you've hurt Harry, or Neville, already. The only thing you can do is be hurt in return.'
Bellatrix laughed at this. 'Ahh, the tidings of a stupid, STUPID little girl.'
'Don't you dare call me stupid, after what you've done to my friends. You can't even fathom what they've been through.'
'Neither can you.'
'No, but I can still be there for them.'
'Ahh, but maybe you can't. You see, what would be the point of just feeling sorry for your little friends? What if I could make you feel that pain too?'
Suddenly it dawned on Hermione. 'What have you done?'
'Well, I couldn't find out about Harry Potter's handy little sidekicks unless I found the two people that knew them best. So I found.'
Hermione came out of the shadows, and stared at Bellatrix intentedly 'Who?'
Bellatrix came towards Hermione, and whispered in her ear:
'.your parents.'
*~END FLASHBACK~*
'Hermione?'
Hermione turned around to see Harry and Ron looking down at her from where she was sitting.
'Oh. Hi.'
'Hi,' replied Harry. 'Umm.you do realise that you're suppose to be in the prefects carriage with Ron don't you?'
'Indeed yes, she should be Harry. Though perhaps she should go a little bit ahead.on account of her being.Head Girl, and all.'
Harry pretended he was blowing a party streamer. Hermione, despite herself, blushed slightly.
I forgot. Silly me. All right.I'll see you both in a while then. Say hi to Neville for me, Harry.'
Hermione and Ron rushed down to the prefects carriages.
'Damn it!' gasped Hermione as they hurtled along. 'I completely forgot! They're gonna do their running jump!'
'What, you mean those memo's Dumbledore places in the carriages that give directions as to what we do before school starts? They're innocent pieces of paper Hermione.'
'Well, the new Head Boy won't be happy,' she said, as they entered the carriage, slightly flustered. 'Who is it anyway?'
'Ahem!'
Ron and Hermione turned, to the evil, sneering face of none other then Draco Malfoy. He had this expression on his face that gave Hermione the assurance that he'd just achieved something she wasn't going to like.
And sure enough, there was the gleaming gold and silver badge, with the words HB on them, pinned to his robes. Hermione looked at her own, similar badge, and sighed.
'Fantastic.'
'Weasley, Granger, so kind of you to join us. Now please sit down while I order you both around.'
Ron's ears went pink, but Hermione stood her ground.'
'Read my chest Malfoy. I'm Head Girl this year, so you have about as much right to order me around as I do to you, which is none. You can't do anything unfair to any of the other prefects either.not while I'm around.'
'Read your chest, Granger? I'd rather not,' Malfoy drawled.
Several of the Slytherin prefects chortled at this. Hermione sighed and grabbed the memo that was fluttering annoyingly next to her. The opened it up and read what was inside.
Dear Hermione, Congratulations on becoming Head Girl. I know you'll perform the job marvellously. Your first duties of the year are to get the new prefects settled. In your house, they are Edward Rogers and Susie Bellnak. You can ask any 6th or 7th year prefects, or indeed the new Head Boy, Draco Malfoy, to help you with this. I also hope you're handling what happened with your parents all right. If you have any problems or things you wish to discuss, don't hesitate to come to me. I'll always be glad to help. Hang in there Hermione. Albus Dumbledore.
Hermione thought it was very nice of Dumbledore to say that, but that still didn't solve her non-parents related problem: How to control her temper with having Malfoy as her deputy all year. God how she hated him. It was bad enough that he spent the two years while he was a prefect bullying everything human (or half human) that came towards him. He was going to be MURDEROUS now that he was headboy. Especially towards her.
And, true to her point:
'Now, Mudblood. Because you're the one with dirtier blood, you can do as I tell you. Jobs for you this year include grovelling at my feet, licking my shoes and doing every single thing I ask you to do.'
'Oh, you think you're so funny Malfoy,' retorted Hermione coldly.
'Ooh, ice ice baby.'
Hermione didn't credit this with a response. Ron looked at her with pity. Hermione sighed, and mouthed 'What am I going to do?' to him. Ron mouthed back 'Beats me.'
Hermione grabbed another Memo that was floating near her. She opened it up, and found the kind of information she needed to begin her Head Girl duties.
What the Head Girl needs to do before getting off the Hogwarts express: Explain who she and the head Boy are Tell the new Prefects what their duties include Patrol the train at regular intervals along with the other prefects. Report any wrongdoers to their head of house when you depart the train. After dinner, going up to the Headmaster and getting more information on her position.
Seems fair, Hermione thought to herself. She addressed the younger prefects.
'Hello everyone. For those of your that don't know, I'm Hermione Granger, and I'm the new head girl this year. That means that if any of you have problems with your new positions, come and see me and I'll be glad to help you.'
'Or rather,' said Malfoy, butting in 'You'll say how you did it when you were a prefect, and expect everyone to do it exactly the same way, because it is your way.'
Hermione closed her eyes and issued a silent prayer.
'Anyway,' she continued. 'We might as well get to know each other. We'll start with you. Just names first.'
The other prefects went around introducing each other. Hermione noticed Edward and Susie straight away. Both fairly nice people, though Susie could be a bit of a trouble maker when she tried. Hermione remembered catching her and her friend, Zelda Bombay, one time last year, trying to set off a Fred Firework Flamboozle at a bunch of innocent second years. Susie apparently remembered this as well, and she grinned at Hermione after she'd said her name. Hermione, though quite against her nature, grinned back.
'OK,' said Hermione afterwards. 'Great. Now, you do all have to patrol the corridors every so often. I'll send off new people every few minutes. You take a sweep of the trains, tell off people who are misbehaving, report back here and tell me who they are so I can report them to the culprits head of house. And I will know if any of you are lying just to get your enemies in trouble.'
'How will you know that?' asked Portus McLachlan, a Hufflepuff prefect.
'I have my ways,' replied Hermione, tapping her nose. 'Now, off you go. You and Helen first.'
The two Hufflepuffs shuffled off. Hermione decided to go with them. She might see Harry and Ginny and Neville there.
She managed to find the above-mentioned people at the end of the train, but it took a while, on account of she had to yell at a group of 3rd years that were trying to scare a first year with threats of hexes. Harry, Ginny, Neville, Seamus and Dean were sitting around, playing exploding snap. Dean was getting slightly pissed off at Ginny for continuously beating him. Hermione hid a snigger.
'Hey Mione,' said Harry as she walked in. 'Care to join us?'
'Nah. I just felt like saying hi. But I gotta make sure the prefects are doing their jobs. Did you hear who Head Boy is?'
'I heard rumours, but they were so bizarre I waved them away.'
'Believe them. It's Malfoy.'
Silence. Then Ginny saying 'Oh Hermione.I'm so sorry.'
'It's not that big a deal,' she replied. 'I just have to make sure he doesn't make the lives of people that don't abide by his laws a living hell- '
'Actually Hermione,' replied Neville, as the deck exploded and he and Harry got ash in their hair. 'It's a bit more then that. You and Malfoy are going to have to do everything together. And I mean EVERYTHING. Remember in our third year, with Percy and Penelope being the Heads. That was OK for them because they actually liked each other. But because Malfoy's so.'
'Evil?' suggested Harry.
'Yeah.you're not in for a happy year Herms.'
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The train pulled into Hogsmeade station and everybody piled out. Everyone hopped into the Thestral-drawn carriages that rolled away to the great castle that loomed before them.
Harry gazed fondly at the Thestrals, trying to reach out and pet one. Hermione couldn't see them though, so she looked out the window and saw what she could see. It wasn't a lot, really.mainly just blackness, and the twinkling lights of the castle beyond. The trains finally got there, and Hermione stayed back and made sure all the students managed to get into the hall safely.this included making sure Neville had Trevor.
In the Great Hall everyone seated themselves, and eagerly awaited the entrance of the First Years. The doors opened, and, led my Professor McGonagall, holding out the patched, frayed Sorting Hat, the First Years came in. Hermione smiled encouragingly at them as they walked through the Great Hall. Her eyes swept across the Slytherin table, and she saw Malfoy there, with Crabbe and Goyle, pointing at the new First Years and laughing at them. Hermiones blood boiled. The nerve of him. Her was that young on-'
Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by the Sorting Hat, opening up at the brim and chanting its song:
1000 years ago or more, The school was built on these same grounds, 'We'll teach these students', said Founders 4, And so, each has their rounds,
The Gryffindors, so brave, so true, Prepared to face their fears, If put in Gryffindor, I assure you, Your bravery domineers,
Ravenclaw is the wisest of them, Smart and secure, she files, If put in here, you will see then, Brains are worth the while,
And Hufflepuff, kindest you are, Your friends you hold for life With friends and fans you travel far, And with them you beat your strife,
And Slytherin, ahh, the cunning indeed, Never a dull thing to say, The shrewed and cautious, what you need, To fulfil your every day,
You can only be placed into one of these four, But before you are, heed this call:
Dark times are ahead, many have known, And there's only one way to defeat it, To stick together, and use your talents shown, And here's the last little bit,
If you all learn to work together, You will soon see why, The Dark Lord will be powerless against us, And us? We'll reach the sky.
(A/N: How's THAT for extremely crappy poetry???)
The students remained silent over this, minus the Slytherins, who if you pardon the French, couldn't give a rats. Hermione had heard a somewhat similar warning at the beginning of her 5th year. She wondered why the Sorting Hat felt like reminding them of this again so soon after the original reminder. She supposed the Hat just felt people needed reminding of things said before.
The First Years were sorted, and dinner was eaten. As the last traces of pudding disappeared either into Ron's mouth or off the plates, Professor Dumbledore stood up and addressed the room.
'Welcome again, everyone! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! A few start of term notices. Firstly, no-one is, unless under special conditions, ever allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest. Secondly, Mr Filch has banned all products that have ever been made by the Mrs Fred and George Weasley (several people cheered at the sound of Fred and George's names. They were becoming quite the legends, Hermione thought to herself) from ever entering the premises. If any items they've ever created appear anywhere amongst the premises, Mr Filch has threatened the use of Bat Bogey hexes, as a warm-up of the sorts of punishments he will issue.' Professor Dumbledore's beard twitched slightly at this.
'That would be all. May I please see our new Head Boy and Head Girl immediately? Other prefects, please escort the rest of your house to the dormitories.'
Everyone else heaved themselves off the tables and followed various prefects towards the house common rooms. Hermione walked in the other direction, towards the Headmaster. Along the way though, someones foot got in the way and she tripped.
'Ow!'
'Oh, sorry Granger. Didn't see you there.'
Malfoy. Why did it seem to be his ultimate mission in life to make Hermione's Hell? She picked herself up off the ground and glared at Malfoy.
'Don't think that just because your Daddy's taught you the Unforgivable Curses, and that you're about a foot taller then me, I'm not ready to severely mutilate you. Ever.'
'Touchy, touchy,' he replied. He flicked his hair away from his eyes and stared coolly down at her. 'You know, don't you Granger, that I'm still the dominating person here. I'm taller, smarter (Hermione snorted because this was so blatantly untrue and she knew it, not to be boastful), and have spotless bloodlines compared to yours. You can't win over me.'
'Oh yeah, like your bloodline's only filled with the most evil and You-know- who abiding people that have ever lived. YOU'RE the one that's related to Ron.'
Malfoy had trouble giving an equally 'offensive' response to that comment.
'Checkmate,' Hermione grinned evilly up at him, and turned to Professor Dumbledore, who was sitting there calmly, observing a watch.
'Good evening sir.'
'Good evening Hermione, Draco,' he replied, putting away his watch and beckoning both of them up. 'I trust you both had a good summer?'
Hermione smiled slightly, but looked down at her shoes at the same time. She knew Dumbledore was just making polite conversation. He knew what had happened to her parents. Draco, on the other hand, responded 'Excellent one, thank you sir.'
'Great. Now, as Head Boy and Head Girl, you two are going to be working together quite a lot this year. It's your job every night to do a last patrol of the grounds before 9pm, when everyone's expected in the common room. You both have to organise events that are to take place during the school year.we teachers will give you more information on that a little bit later. And, there's also this.'
He gave Draco and Hermione each a key. Hermione peered at hers. It seemed big for a key, and slightly old fashioned. Mind you, so was everything about this castle. It was big, gold, and had HG scrawled across the base of it in fading letters. Evidently, therefore, it stood for Head Girl, not Hermione Granger.
'What are these for sir?'
'Well, Prefects get their own bathroom, but the Head Boy and Girl get their own quiet room.'
'Quiet room, sir?'
'Well, it can be as noisy as it likes as long as you two are the only ones that go in there. It's a special room, that provides the Head Boy and Head Girl, and only them, with anything they need during the year, to assist them with their duties.'
Hermione, being human, began getting sickening thoughts as to things that might actually go on in this room. She had a vague feeling Draco was thinking similar thoughts, because his usual sneer was creeping into a slight grin. Hermione quickly smothered anything that would appear less then perfectly innocent on her face, and addressed the Headmaster again.
'Where is this room sir?'
'Oh, there's no need to know that. The keys are actually portkeys. If you say 'Quiet room' to them, the key will take you there. Only you, mind you. No-one else can use it. You can't even use each others keys.'
'Right,' replied Hermione. She pocketed the key carefully. 'Thank you professor.'
My pleasure. Off to bed now. Goodbye.'
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