"I found a compartment!"
"Jeez Ron, you don't have to announce it to the world."
"Well you don't have to be so smart."
"Will you two cut it out?"
"She started it!" Ron pointed towards me.
"Whatever, you're just upset because you mum got onto you for not getting many O.W.L.S.," I retorted.
"Hermione, Ron! Just shut up and get into the compartment!" Harry shouted pointing to the inside of an empty compartment.
"Sheesh, no need to be rude," Ron and I said together. Harry just let out a frustrated sigh.
I sat down on the other side of the two boys, as they chattered away about girls and Quidditch. Their only two interests in life to them, boys, I'll never understand them.
I grabbed a book from my book bag and silently began reading. I found it hard to concentrate because my mind kept wandering to my summer. A dreadful summer it was indeed, a living nightmare. I don't know how, or what had caused it. Everything was going fine until that one night….
Flashback
A girl lay in a bed at night, sleeping peacefully. Only to be disturbed by screams.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" A female voice cried out. "Stop!" Then a shrill scream came out of that voice, then silence.
The girl, worried, ran out of bed and rushed down, only to meet a nightmare. A man, her father, stood with a knife, hovering over her mother.
The girl looked up into her fathers eyes and could see nothing. His dark eyes were distant and he seemed as if he were daydreaming.
She looked back at him, and he looked back. Frighten that he was going to attack her too. But he didn't, he just looked away, then up, and simply committed suicide.
The girl screamed confused. 'Did that just happened? Is this just a nightmare? Please wake-up! Why did he do this?'
She sat there, waiting for someone. Hours and hours of waiting, sitting miserably by her dead mother's side.
Flashback
Hermione shook her head to get the memory out of her mind. Currently, she was staying at the Burrow with Harry. The Weasley family had invited me, but it seemed as though Miss Weasley was a bit hesitant. Probably because of what had happened in our fourth year.
"Hermione!" I heard Harry shout.
"WHAT?" I shouted back.
"I've been calling you for the last century."
"Oh sorry," I guess I was caught up in my thoughts.
"It's okay, but don't you have a Heads meeting?" OH CRAP!
"Omigosh! I've got to go! I'll see you guys later!" I said rushing my way to the front of the train.
Oh, Professor McGonagall is going to kill me if I'm late! I rushed and opened the door looking in.
"Am I late?" I asked catching my breath.
"No, you are just in time," Professor McGonagall replied ushering me to a seat across her. "We are just waiting for the Head Boy."
"Oh, and who might he be?" I asked politely.
"You'll see."
"Oh no, I think I know who it is. I bet it's-"
The compartment door slid open to the sight of none other than Draco Malfoy. Lovely. I groaned at the thought of a whole year with him. This is going to be a nightmare.
Forced by Professor McGonagall, Malfoy took a seat next to me. I scooted away from him, trying to keep distant from him.
"Well, since you two are finally here," Professor McGonagall started, "I can explain your duties. You are two…"
I drowned her out, going back to my thoughts. How am I supposed to survive a whole year with that stupid, ignorant, selfish git? I gave out a mental sigh trying think of boundaries I could set. Oh, but he'd never follow them.
Great, there's also that thing to deal with. I forgot that he's known as, the "Slytherin Sex God". Greatttt. He's probably going to be bringing up a girl every night. And at any other free time, he can get his slut dog, Parkinson.
I'm really not looking forward to being awaken every night by their…let me just say, "Noises". Well, I could just sneak out of Hogwarts to go I there /I . I don't ever see anyone I know, and even someone I knew did see me, it's not like they would recognize me. They'd probably be to drunk to be able to!
"Miss Granger?" Hmm?
"Yes?" I said looking up to Professor McGonagall.
"The train has stopped." Oh. "And don't forget that you're riding in the Head's carriage."
"Okay," I said and left the compartment. I made my way down the packed hallways while looking out for Harry and Ron. When I got outside, and found my carriage, I still hadn't found them.
Oh well, I'll just explain what happened later. I got into the carriage and found Malfoy in their already, smirking at me. God, how much I hate that smirk of his. I would just…Hermione! Be calm, breathe.
"Humph," Was all I could manage at that moment and turned to look the other way. Malfoy hadn't really changed, but he did seem a litter taller. But, his hair was still let down, and he was pale as ever. And probably a stupid prick bas…-don't say that word Hermione! - He is.
Before I knew it, we had landed and on the school grounds. I got out of the carriage as fast I could and headed inside the building.
"Hermione! Hermione!" I heard Harry and Ron shouting behind me. I waved back at them and waited for them to catch up. "Where were you?" Harry asked.
"Oh, Professor McGonagall made me go to the Head's carriage."
"Oh," Harry and Ron said in unison. We walked into the Great Hall to be embraced by the warm air and cheerful happiness. I looked up and saw the stars shining brightly in the clear night sky. We walked up to the middle of the table and sat down side by side.
Once again, Harry and Ron broke into a conversation about, what else, Quidditch and girls. Figures. I sat there bored out of my mind, waiting for the First Years to arrive.
Just as I finished my last thought, Professor McGonagall walked past me carrying a dark wooden stool holding a worn out black hat. Followed behind her, were guessing twenty to thirty students. They were so small and looked nervous. I gave a small mental laugh, remember my first year.
I didn't look nervous or afraid, but inside, I was screaming nervous. Oh, but I'm almost the complete opposite now.
Professor McGonagall had set down the stool, and it broke into its yearly song. I didn't pay attention, but I scanned through and saw a whole more students that before. I shrugged off the thought and started to clap as the song had ended.
Professor McGonagall walked up to the platform and opened a scroll. She soon started to call out names, and all the students were sorted. Oddly, Slytherin had gotten the most new students. It was strange, because it was usually Gryffindor or Hufflepuff.
Soon afterwards, Professor Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was smiling at the students and opened his arms wide as if giving a hug.
"And may the feast being," He announced.
"Finally!" Ron said and began grabbing every kind of food that was supplied.
"Slow down Ron," I said disgusted. But soon enough, I also grabbed some of this and that and began to eat. What seemed like minutes later, and a disappointed Ron ("I didn't get to finish my Treacle tart!"), Professor Dumbledore got onto his feet once again.
"I would like to welcome you all, to another year at Hogwarts," he started, smiling at everyone welcoming. "Now that we have all been fed, I must ask for you attention while I give out some announcements. Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to once again remind you, that Dungbombs are forbidden. As go many other items. The full list of forbidden items is listed in Mr. Filch's office if you would like to check.
"And again, I would like to remind you that the Forbidden forest is forbidden. Hence it's name. And any student below third year is not permitted to go to Hogsmeade. That will be all, and may I wish you all a goodnight!"
