Chapter 2
The First Day of the Last Year
When Hermione woke up, she
felt nice and rested. She had had a pleasant dream last night about
relaxing on the beach getting a nice tan, sipping pineapple juice,
while chatting with some cute boys. She swung her legs over the side
of her bed and sat up. Hermione glanced at the time. 8:30 AM read the
digital clock. "Perfect timing," Hermione thought as she got up
and stretched. "Mum will be cooking breakfast downstairs and Dad
will be reading the paper while sipping his Cuban coffee."
Hermione turned around and squinted into the sunlight streaming
softly into her room. The sunlight seemed to dance around her room,
making beautiful patterns on the walls and floor. Being that she had
just woken up, her eyes were a little sore from the sudden light, but
glad the sunlight was soft and not bright like a sun-gun blasting in
her face.
Crookshanks drifted lazily into her room and meowed at
her in acknowledgement.
"Good morning, Crookshanks," Hermione
greeted as she gathered up the orange fluffy cat. "Are you ready
for another school year?" Hermione asked as she made her way down
the hallway. When she got to the stairs, however, Crookshanks jumped
out of her arms and raced down the stairs as if he couldn't wait.
"Well I guess that's a yes!" Hermione giggled as she strolled
down the steps and into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Mum. Good
morning. Dad," Hermione greeted as she sat down at the kitchen
table, awaiting to be served breakfast. "Good Morning, Hermione,"
Mrs. Granger warmly replied. "Mmm," Mr. Granger grunted, deep in
concentration in the article he was reading on the front page. He
sipped his coffee.
"Hermione, I don't like the fact that you
will be spending a year sharing a bedroom with a BOY," Mr. Granger
said, putting his newspaper down to get a good look at his daughter.
"Dad, please. I'm 17, I think that I can handle myself. Plus I
totally hate the guy. He is such a twerp! And annoying, a jerk,
conceited, arrogant…" Hermione listed, ticking off her fingers as
she counted. "Alright, alright, I get the point," Mr. Granger
interrupted. "Okay you two! Stop fighting!" Mrs. Granger mock
reprimanded. "I have 3 words for you two. Breakfast-is-served!"
With that, she placed down a white china plate, filled with 12
chocolate chip muffins.
"Thanks Mum!" Hermione thank as she
took a muffin and bit into it.
After breakfast, Hermione went
upstairs into her room to pack and get dressed in her robes.
BEEP!BEEP! The car horn sounded. "OKAY! I'M COMING!"
Hermione shouted as she bounded down the steps to get outside to the
car where her mother was waiting impatiently with her materials. She
opened and flung herself into the car. Then, after buckling her
seatbelt, Hermione signaled her mother to drive.
As soon as her
mother had dropped her off at Kings Cross station, her eyes were
covered by a pair of hands. "Guess who!" A voice squealed.
"Kristen Mary Gilbert?" Hermione teased. "Yes, Hermione Anne
Granger!" Kristen exclaimed as she flung Hermione around to face
her. The two girls screamed, but not so loud that the muggles walking
around them turned to face the commotion. Then there was a collision
of words about their summer and how much they missed each other.
"I
was playing Quidditch all summer! I'm a chaser," Kristin informed
her.
"Really? Wow. Maybe you could join Harry and Ron on the
Quidditch team," suggested Hermione. She looked at the clock on a
nearby pole. "Whoa! We've got to get going!" Hermione exclaimed
as she pushed the cart filled with her things toward that platform
between 9 & 10. Kristen was close behind. It was nearly 10:45 AM
by the time they got to the platform. The train leaves at exactly
11:00 AM.
"Here we go!" Hermione said as she inhaled deeply.
She ran into the platform. Seconds after Hermione, Kristen appeared.
"Okay! Let's go!" Kristen commanded as she and Hermione climbed
onto the train.
15 minutes later, after checking almost every
compartment, Hermione and Kristen both stuck their heads into the
last one before they found their destination.
Harry and Ron were
already eating some candy they bought off the trolley.
"Hey
guys!" the girls said in unison. "Hey," came the boy's
replies. Ron caught a glint of gold on Hermione's chest. "Hey!
You're Head Girl! You didn't tell me that!" said Ron as his
mouth dropped. "Oh, sorry, I thought Harry would of told you, but I
guess not," Hermione shot a quick glare at Harry. Harry shrugged.
There was a short awkward silence before Kristen said: "Well I'm
going to try out to be a chaser on the Quidditch team!" "Really?
I didn't know you could play Quidditch!" Harry said.
"Yup,
I learned over the summer!" Kristen confirmed proudly.
"SO
who's Head Boy?" Ron interrupted. "Malfoy," Harry spat in
disgust. Just as Harry said Malfoy's name, Malfoy stuck his head in
the compartment. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Scarhead and his
Weasel. I hope you have had a nice summer because your last year here
isn't going to be. Hello, Granger, I see that you and I have to
share a room for this year. You stay on your side, and I'll stay on
mine. Besides, I don't want my side infected by a mudblood!"
Malfoy sneered, looking her up and down with disgust. Before Harry or
Ron could say or do anything, Kristen was way ahead of them. Upset by
these words, Kristen stood up and slapped him hard across the face.
Malfoy fell on the floor from the impact of the blow. A bright red
hand print was imprinted clearly on his face. "10 points from
Gryffindor for physically abusing another student!" Malfoy shouted
angrily and stalked off. "Oh shove off, Malfoy you insufferable
bastard!" Kristen called after him as she went back inside the
compartment. "15 points to Gryffindor for defending me!" Hermione
said cheerfully, lightening her now dampened mood.
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
Ron and Harry laughed. "Did you see the look on his face?" Ron
asked. "You sure told him off!" Ron complemented. "Good job!"
Ron's ears turned slightly pink. For the first time, he noticed how
beautiful she looked. Kristen about 5'6, had blonde hair, icy blue
eyes, and had a sweet personality unless you made her mad. Kristen
was also very multitalented. These traits made her very desirable and
that's why so many guys admire her.
An hour and a half later,
they arrived at school. As the train stopped, Ron held the door for
Kristen and said: "Ladies first." When the students were piling
out of the train and pairing up with their buds, Ruebus Hagrid, the
half giant/half man, was waiting patiently for the ruckus to settle
down. "Now if you all would follow me, we can proceed to the
castle," Hagrid said in a gruff voice. The first years traveled by
boat over the lake while the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th years
took a carriage to the castle. The carriage was very normal looking
besides the fact they were drawn by tharistals. You can not see
tharistals unless you have witnessed a death. Harry, Ron, Hermione,
and Kristen all piled into one carriage. As soon as they were in the
Great Hall, a applause greeted them.
"Welcome all to another
year at Hogwarts. First years will first be sorted into their houses
and then we will begin the feast. As a reminder, the Forbidden Forest
is forbidden for any and every student to enter. The 3rd floor is
strictly out of bounds to all who do not wish to die a most painful
death," Greeted Albus Dumbledore, the school headmaster. After each
new student was sorted and greeted by their new house roommates, the
feast had begin. The food appeared right before their very eyes.
There was roasted chicken, pork chops, ham, fried beans, friend
potatoes, steamed vegetables, steak, salad, and every type of food
imaginable and more. As Hermione took a sip of her delicious pumpkin
juice, she felt eyes on her back. When she turned around, she caught
Malfoy and his minions staring at her. Malfoy smirked and engaged in
deep conversation with Pansy Parkinson.
Right before desert had
started, Kristen and Hermione noticed a short, skinny, preppy little
girl walking toward them, bouncing with every step she took with a
huge smile on her face. They recognized her at once. "Oh no…"
Hermione groaned. "Oh look, it's Peggy Quirsey, the world's
most annoying 5th year prep," Kristen observed. Ever since Peggy
arrived, she has always annoyed the girls, trying to get into their
inner circle when she spotted them. For she was a kind of outcast who
wants to become popular.
"Hey guys! What's crackin'? I'm
fine. O-M-G! The most amazing thing happened! I GOT PICKED TO BE A
PREFECT! That means I get to help you, Hermione! Isn't that the
least!" Peggy asked as she practically slurred her words she said
them so fast.
"The very least," Hermione said, trying to hide
the annoyance in her voice. She gave Harry a look for help before
Peggy could take another breath. Harry, trying extremely hard not to
burst out laughing, shooed her off by saying "Peggy, you need to go
before you get us into trouble." As soon as she walked back to her
seat, Ron and Harry started laughing. Hermione shot them both a death
stare. Not only does she have to share a room with the most horrid
person on the face of the Earth, she had to deal with Peggy the Prep
hanging around her all the time!
After desert, the quartet was
given their schedules. "Just great! We have double potions with
Slytherin tomorrow morning!" Ron spat angrily at the thought of
those mean sneaky snobs. "Well at least you don't have to LIVE
with one the whole year!" Hermione reasoned. "Good luck with
Malfoy tonight," Kristen said truthfully and they said their
goodbyes. Hermione headed off to her new room. She was not looking
forward to spending the night with Draco Malfoy. "This is going to
be a long night," Hermione sighed as she found her room.
