Disclaimer: I do not frikin own Harry Potter. And if anyone thinks this
is a rather sick story, LIVE WITH IT! No one's making you read it, so
DON'T!
Last Time: She shook her head. This was all too strange. But all the while, she couldn't get the fact that maybe he had changed. But.........no. Maybe this was all a dream, and if she pinched herself, she would wake. Maybe it was real...... Maybe, just maybe he really did care. But......'maybe' was a strong word...
The train slowly pulled to a stop, and Hermione gathered her clothes and walked, waiting for everyone to leave. She ran into the compartment she had shared, and quickly collected the rest of her stuff, and slowly made her way towards the horseless carriages that would take them to the school. She quickly found Ron and Harry, and they hopped into the closest carriage.
"Hey 'Mione." Ron exclaimed, obviously over-thrilled to be going back to Hogwarts.
"Hey to you too Ron!"
"How's it going Hermione?"
"Fine, really Harry."
"How was your summer?"
"Absolutely perfect" lied Hermione. She felt guilty. She was lying to her own best friends. Ron and Harry. The two people who have helped her through a lot of tough situations.
Harry seemed convinced by this reply, and so did Ron.
"so... you're Head Girl this year 'Mione?"
"Yeah... I'll really miss staying in the common room at night after classes, talking about nothing in particular..."
"Me too."
All three of them sighed, and Ron sprang the question that had been bothering him the most.
"'Mione, who's Head Boy?"
"Well Ron, you're not going to believe it, but it's Malfoy."
Ron and Harry both inhaled sharply. Their worst fear was confirmed. They knew that Malfoy hated Hermione with all his heart, and that Hermione returned those feelings.
"Oh" was all that Harry and Ron managed to breath. They had both paled, and Hermione could tell that they highly disliked this.
"It's alright guys, really. I can take care of myself you know. I'm not Head Girl for nothing..."
"Ron, she's right" admitted Harry.
Hermione looked hopefully at the two. They nodded. They knew she was capable of looking after herself. Hermione smiled weakly. This was going to be a long year.
Sorry it's so short. I tried making it interesting. Honestly....................
Last Time: She shook her head. This was all too strange. But all the while, she couldn't get the fact that maybe he had changed. But.........no. Maybe this was all a dream, and if she pinched herself, she would wake. Maybe it was real...... Maybe, just maybe he really did care. But......'maybe' was a strong word...
The train slowly pulled to a stop, and Hermione gathered her clothes and walked, waiting for everyone to leave. She ran into the compartment she had shared, and quickly collected the rest of her stuff, and slowly made her way towards the horseless carriages that would take them to the school. She quickly found Ron and Harry, and they hopped into the closest carriage.
"Hey 'Mione." Ron exclaimed, obviously over-thrilled to be going back to Hogwarts.
"Hey to you too Ron!"
"How's it going Hermione?"
"Fine, really Harry."
"How was your summer?"
"Absolutely perfect" lied Hermione. She felt guilty. She was lying to her own best friends. Ron and Harry. The two people who have helped her through a lot of tough situations.
Harry seemed convinced by this reply, and so did Ron.
"so... you're Head Girl this year 'Mione?"
"Yeah... I'll really miss staying in the common room at night after classes, talking about nothing in particular..."
"Me too."
All three of them sighed, and Ron sprang the question that had been bothering him the most.
"'Mione, who's Head Boy?"
"Well Ron, you're not going to believe it, but it's Malfoy."
Ron and Harry both inhaled sharply. Their worst fear was confirmed. They knew that Malfoy hated Hermione with all his heart, and that Hermione returned those feelings.
"Oh" was all that Harry and Ron managed to breath. They had both paled, and Hermione could tell that they highly disliked this.
"It's alright guys, really. I can take care of myself you know. I'm not Head Girl for nothing..."
"Ron, she's right" admitted Harry.
Hermione looked hopefully at the two. They nodded. They knew she was capable of looking after herself. Hermione smiled weakly. This was going to be a long year.
Sorry it's so short. I tried making it interesting. Honestly....................