The REAL Me!
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A/N: Please be patient! It will be R rated soon, but right now in my story they are a little to young to be doing anything that would give it that rating. I am not one to write child pornography! LOL! Those who do write that kind of stuff….yikes! Stay away!
Ch. 6
The next morning I got up and headed for the Great Hall to eat breakfast. I was so nervous about the first day of school that I needed comfort food. I know most people wouldn't be able to eat at all if they were nervous, but for me it switches on me from time to time, and today I wanted food.
As I was walking I passed a group of first year Slytherins. Draco was in the front. I gave him a small smile and he returned it by looking at me as if I was a stray dog that got caught in the rain. He was obviously still mad at me. That made me forget all about eating. I tried so hard not to cry. I wasn't going to let anyone see me cry.
I went back to the room and grabbed Hogwarts, A History and began to read. The other girls in the room, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, had been putting on make-up and doing their hair. I had remembered them from the train. They apologized for the toad incident by the way. They also say me as a project. I was bombarded with "Come on Hermione, let me fix your hair!" or "Hermione, you should really put a little make up on! It will bring out your eyes!" I thanked them but turned them down. My mom and dad, well the Grangers, told me I was too young for make-up. I also didn't have an interest in it. I saw the way those to girls turned out and I didn't really want to look like a clown.
Soon the two girls left to go down to breakfast and I decided to go and find all of my classes.
The first week flew by really fast. I loved all of my classes. I was so excited. I told myself that I was going to be the best witch Hogwarts, or even the world, as ever seen. I was a bit shocked when I attended my first History of Magic class. Professor Binns turned out to be a ghost; the only ghost teacher at Hogwarts.
Transfiguration was my favorite class. We had turned matches into needles just like Percy had said. Well, I did. I was the only one who even made a difference in my match. Professor McGonagall gave me a smile that hardly anyone else ever saw. Defense Against the Dark Arts was not as fun as everyone had made it out to be. There was something fishy about Professor Quirrell.
All through out the week, Dad would send me owls asking how things were going. I never had a chance to talk to him in person. I would send his owl back telling him about how I was the only one to transfigure my match in to a needle, and how I didn't like DADA that much. He told me how my mother would be so proud of me and he told me that even though I didn't like DADA it was of great use and I needed to do my best.
The next letter I had received from him was a letter telling me to make sure I don't accidentally let anything slip while I was in his class. He also told me that if he ever insulted me not to take offence by it. I was a Gryffindor and as much as he loved me he had to pretend to dislike me to keep our secret safe. When I had stepped foot into his class, I was nervous. Not only was my father teaching but my ex-best friend was in that class.
Dad had started the class by taking role. He paused at Harry's name. He had made some comment about being a celebrity and Draco and his two friends, more like bodyguards to me, had laughed. I shot him a look of hatred that he shot right back at me. Dad had begun his class with a little description of the class I guess you could say. I was getting more and more excited.
As I am sure all of you know, my dad had picked on Harry. I really did know all of the answers and was getting really mad that he would not call on me. I know he had to pretend he disliked me, but to completely ignore me like that was a little too much. I knew the answers. Finally Harry told him to ask me, I was out of my seat by that time. I was not going to let him get away with ignoring me. "Sit down!" he snapped at me. 'Ok,' I thought, 'maybe I shouldn't have done that. I just really wanted to show off how much I knew.
I sat quite the rest off the class. Just as I was about to walk out after class, I heard my dad say, "Miss Granger would you stay behind a minute please?" "Yes Professor" 'I wonder if that was as weird for him as it was for me?' Draco was also asked to stay behind. 'Oh great!' I rolled my eyes. Dad waited till everyone was out of the room before he continued. He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. I saw Draco's face and it looked like he still was in shock.
"Ok, down to business. I wanted the two of you to join me tomorrow night for dinner. I want the two of you to become friends again. I know that being in two different houses it would be hard, but you can keep it a secret. I want my family back the way it was. Can you do that for me?"
All I could do was look at Draco. He looked up at Dad and said, "I would love to join you for dinner Uncle Sev. However, as for my old 'imaginary' friend and I being friends again, I don't see it happening any time soon." Draco glared at me. He apparently was made at Dad too. "Ok then. Draco you are excused, now Hermione," he turned to me, "I wanted to apologize for earlier. Ignoring you is the easiest way for me to not slip. It seemed to work, everyone thought that I just didn't like you, which was what I was trying to do. You just looked so much like your mother when you were raising your hand. She was a little bookworm just like you. Anyway, the point is, I am sorry that we have to live like this."
I quickly interrupted, "Dad, please, it isn't your fault. I am the one who should be sorry about earlier. I was getting mad because you were ignoring me and I wasn't thinking about why." I smiled at him and he gave me another hug. "Well," he said, "I will see you tomorrow at dinner, I have a few papers to grade and people will be wondering where you are." I so badly wanted to say that no one will even notices that I am gone, but I just said, "Ok, I'll see you tomorrow!" "I love you," he said. "I love you too."
I opened the door and walked back to my room anticipating dinner the next day. As for that night, I had a whole bunch of homework that I needed to proof read. I grabbed my book bag and walked to the library where I knew I could be alone.