Yep. Well, updating why? Please don't ask me, I really have no reason to
update no one is reading this. Now, I get down on my knees and BEG for a
review! PLEASE!
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Okay, now that that's over...
Lotsa thanks and love to my three reviewers: Hoku-aenan- And more you shall read, well my story shall live out at least one more chapter. Orangutangirl- I'm not sure if this story is going to live or not. shrug
evil chocoholic git- Sorry for taking forever to update. Well, what can I say; I only have three reviews...
Now...
Hermione beat eight other teachers to a room. She slammed the door open and tramped inside, dropping her luggage and kicking it in a corner. Taking a deep breath, she looked around her new home. Immediately, she saw why everyone else wanted it and smiled. The window had the most spectacular view and the closet was a walk-in. Perfect.
Dropping onto her bed, face-up, Hermione stared at her ceiling and noticed that it was exactly like the enchanted one in the Great Hall, mirroring the sunny day outside at the moment. It was nothing like her melancholy mood. Sighing, she got up shortly after she had just laid herself down.
Slowly, Hermione pushed the door open, thinking all the while "Why Malfoy?"
Taking her seat, Hermione straightened her robes and smiled at the nervous first years being led in by Professor McGonagal. There was one girl in particular who caught her eye. She had blonde hair reaching halfway down her back and porcelain skin. Hidden beneath her long eyelashes were large almond-shaped eyes with a deep brown to rival Hermione's. There was something about her. Hermione smiled at the girl. The girl shyly gave a small smile back before shuffling her feet and staring into her laced fingers.
Hermione watched as Professor McGonagal brought out the three-legged stool with the battered Sorting Hat sitting atop it. Everyone grew quiet as a rip near the brim of the hat opened like a mouth. Then, the hat began to sing:
Before I sing my song,
I thought you'd like to know,
That this year won't be as it seems,
There's something new in tow.
You thought you knew what's next,
Well, I just proved you wrong,
Because I don't think you expected this,
In my annual opening song.
After this, Hermione was lost. Now that was way too much of a coincidence. Then again, who said the hat was talking about her? She shook her head and pasted on a smile. The smile became genuine when the sorting began.
"Ananda, Siena!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Ariah, Tiffany!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Ashton, Mark!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
And on and on it went, until there was a name that made Hermione whip her head around to look at the child being sorted. It was that girl. The shy blonde one with the porcelain skin. The girl's name was...
"Potter, Krystine!"
Hermione froze. Harry had a daughter? They hadn't talked much lately, but surely he'd mention a daughter.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Gryffindor, she could have guessed. Just like her father. Hermione thought with a smile. But then she noticed something odd. Krystine looked nothing like Harry. I'll be sure to talk to her later, she thought to herself. For now, she was going to enjoy the feast.
((A/N: Well, sorry it's so short, but oh well... The next one will be much better.))
...
Okay, now that that's over...
Lotsa thanks and love to my three reviewers: Hoku-aenan- And more you shall read, well my story shall live out at least one more chapter. Orangutangirl- I'm not sure if this story is going to live or not. shrug
evil chocoholic git- Sorry for taking forever to update. Well, what can I say; I only have three reviews...
Now...
Hermione beat eight other teachers to a room. She slammed the door open and tramped inside, dropping her luggage and kicking it in a corner. Taking a deep breath, she looked around her new home. Immediately, she saw why everyone else wanted it and smiled. The window had the most spectacular view and the closet was a walk-in. Perfect.
Dropping onto her bed, face-up, Hermione stared at her ceiling and noticed that it was exactly like the enchanted one in the Great Hall, mirroring the sunny day outside at the moment. It was nothing like her melancholy mood. Sighing, she got up shortly after she had just laid herself down.
Slowly, Hermione pushed the door open, thinking all the while "Why Malfoy?"
Taking her seat, Hermione straightened her robes and smiled at the nervous first years being led in by Professor McGonagal. There was one girl in particular who caught her eye. She had blonde hair reaching halfway down her back and porcelain skin. Hidden beneath her long eyelashes were large almond-shaped eyes with a deep brown to rival Hermione's. There was something about her. Hermione smiled at the girl. The girl shyly gave a small smile back before shuffling her feet and staring into her laced fingers.
Hermione watched as Professor McGonagal brought out the three-legged stool with the battered Sorting Hat sitting atop it. Everyone grew quiet as a rip near the brim of the hat opened like a mouth. Then, the hat began to sing:
Before I sing my song,
I thought you'd like to know,
That this year won't be as it seems,
There's something new in tow.
You thought you knew what's next,
Well, I just proved you wrong,
Because I don't think you expected this,
In my annual opening song.
After this, Hermione was lost. Now that was way too much of a coincidence. Then again, who said the hat was talking about her? She shook her head and pasted on a smile. The smile became genuine when the sorting began.
"Ananda, Siena!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Ariah, Tiffany!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Ashton, Mark!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
And on and on it went, until there was a name that made Hermione whip her head around to look at the child being sorted. It was that girl. The shy blonde one with the porcelain skin. The girl's name was...
"Potter, Krystine!"
Hermione froze. Harry had a daughter? They hadn't talked much lately, but surely he'd mention a daughter.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Gryffindor, she could have guessed. Just like her father. Hermione thought with a smile. But then she noticed something odd. Krystine looked nothing like Harry. I'll be sure to talk to her later, she thought to herself. For now, she was going to enjoy the feast.
((A/N: Well, sorry it's so short, but oh well... The next one will be much better.))