Chapter Three
There was only one more day to go now before Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny would be leaving again for Hogwarts. Naturally the Burrow was in a last minute mess of rushing around, finding things, losing things, and just chaos in general.
"No Ron, for the last time, I have not seen your spare socks! Ginny, your robes are on your bed, and for heavens sake put that bird somewhere!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, frustrated. Pig was zooming gleefully around the kitchen, getting in everybody's way and making a most annoying racket. Ginny grabbed the teeny owl in her hand and threw him into his cage in the corner, where he bobbed up and down hooting incessantly. Mrs. Weasley cast a filthy look in Pigs direction before returning to the stove where she was cooking dinner.
"C'mon," said Ron to Hermione and Harry. "Lets go finish packing." The trio headed upstairs, leaving Mrs. Weasley with Ginny downstairs.
They went to bed a little later than usual that night. "Night," grunted Ron to Harry.
"Yeah…night," replied Harry, who was already half asleep.
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The next morning everyone was up early. They ate a hurried breakfast of toast and milk before hurrying off to do some last minute packing.
"Where is Roger? Have you seen him?" Ron asked Harry as he shoved some of his school books that he had forgotten under the bed.
"Is Roger your pet chameleon? No, I haven't seen him."
Hurry up, or we're going to be late," called Mrs. Weasley from downstairs. Just as Ron was leaving his room to ask Hermione if she had seen him he saw him appear from under the bed. Not having time to put him in a proper spot, Ron just shoved him in his suitcase and ran downstairs.
They all piled into the ministry car which Arthur Weasley had managed to borrow. The car was fairly ordinary looking, except for the fact that it was much larger inside then it appeared.
Once they were at Kings Cross, everyone got out and headed, chattering excitedly, to the barrier between platforms nine and ten.
Mrs. Weasley checked for Muggles before saying, "OK – Hermione and Ron, you go first, then Harry and Ginny after them."
Hermione and Ron walked up to the barrier together, waited until no muggles were close by, then stepped quickly through the solid wall, emerging into the loud, bustling area that was Platform Nine and Three Quarters. There were Hogwarts students everywhere, talking, yelling, showing photographs, dragging trunks, saying goodbye to parents. A few seconds later, Harry, Ginny, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley materialized through the barrier.
"Oh, good, we're all here then," said Mrs. Weasley. "Let's get your things onto the train now, shall we? Arthur and I won't stay long, Arthur has to return the car by two,"
They helped each other to load their heavy trunks onto the train, and then Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had to leave. "Bye! See you later!" everybody yelled as the train began to move.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, apparently remembering something. "Oh – Harry – Ron and I have got to go to the Heads Carriage – not for the whole ride of course."
"Nah, that's fine," said Harry cheerfully. I'll meet you back here, all right?"
"Yah, OK," said Ron. "Come on, Hermione." They went up the corridor towards the front of the train, while Harry, Ginny, and Neville, who had joined them, moved off to find a compartment.
"How's this one?" Ginny asked as they approached an empty carriage.
"Yeah, fine," said Harry and Neville together. They sat down. For a few moments nobody said anything, until Ginny remarked, "You got Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, didn't you, Harry?"
"Yeah," said Harry.
"Shouldn't you be up there with Ron and Hermione then?"
"Nah, there'll be a meeting at school I guess," replied Harry.
"Oh – well congratulations anyway Harry!"
"Thanks."
Ginny said "What do you think about Ron and Hermione being Heads, then?"
"I think it's great," replied Harry.
"Yeah, I always knew Hermione would get it," remarked Neville.
"I wasn't so sure about Ron, though," said Ginny thoughtfully. "I mean, it was weird enough that he got prefect… remember this is Ron we're talking about here…but Head Boy…"
"I wonder how they'll get along?" wondered Harry aloud. Ron and Hermione were constantly fighting, yet they had remained good friends in spite of it. Ginny and Neville laughed.
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Meanwhile, in the Head's Carriage, Ron and Hermione were waiting for Dumbledore to finish speaking to the Prefects. Ron was walking around the carriage looking at everything, There were portraits of previous heads on the wall, cushy leather seats, and a platter of food in the middle.
"Yes, this is rather nice, isn't it?" said Hermione.
"Yeah, first class!" said Ron, picking up a chocolate and striking a pose like a snotty waiter in a posh restaurant. Hermione snorted with laughter.
"Ah…having fun, I see?" Albus Dumbledore was standing in the doorway before them. Ron hurriedly put back the chocolate and Hermione straightened her clothes.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore!" she said brightly.
"Yes, hello, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore, smiling. "And so – to business." He sat down on one of the seats. Ron and Hermione did the same.
"Well – congratulations! Now, as you know, the positions of Head Boy and Girl take a lot of responsibility." Ron and Hermione nodded. "You will have to be protective of the other students in this school, and of course, willing to listen to their problems. This is a position not to be taken lightly, you understand?" Ron and Hermione nodded again.
"Good," Dumbledore replied, his eyes twinkling from behind his half moon glasses. "One more thing. The Head Boy and Girl of this school are required to share a dormitory."
For a moment, the two just stared, in disbelief, at Dumbledore. He smiled. "Don't worry, you won't have to share a room," he said. "Just a dormitory. There is a connecting bathroom between the rooms." Hermione and Ron looked very relieved. Dumbledore stood up. "That is all you need to know," he said. "Please feel free to go, or you may stay here if you wish."
Ron and Hermione stood up. "Let's go find Harry," said Hermione.
"Hey guys," said Hermione as she and Ron stepped through the door to Harry's compartment. Harry looked up, "Hi,". Ron and Hermione sat down on the seats near to him.
"So how did the meeting go?" asked Harry curiously. Hermione and Ron both seemed to have an odd look on their face.
"Oh, it was fine," replied Hermione.
"Except, well, Hermione and I have to kinda share a dorm," added Ron his face slightly embarrassed at the idea.
Harry laughed and wiggled his eyebrows slyly at them. "Ooh, Ron, I smell romance," he joked.
"Oh, grow up Harry," snapped Hermione but at the same time going red. "Of course we're not sharing a room, just a dormitory."
"Oh..." Harry said it politely enough, but there was a twinkle in his eye that still bugged Hermione. She glared at him. Harry thought it was about time the subject was changed. "Umm... got any idea who the new Defence against the Dark Arts teachers going to be?" he asked.
Ginny and Neville, hearing his question shook their head along with Hermione and Ron. "I do hope it's a woman this time, though," said Hermione. "They've all been men so far except Professor Umbridge but she doesn't count.
"Yeah," agreed Ginny.
"We'll be at school soon," said Hermione. "Lets get changed". They all pulled their robes over their heads and sure enough about 10 minutes later the train was slowing. "Ron and I have to go and patrol the halls now so we'll see you at school". They headed out the door waving goodbye.
Harry, Ginny and Neville heard the familiar clattering and noise as hundreds of students up and down the train got their luggage and made their way to the doors of the train. Stepping off the train on to the platform in the slightly chilly evening air, they heard Hagrid's usual, "Firs' years over 'ere! Hey! All you firs' years to me! This way now, firs' years!"
Harry waved, "Hey Hagrid!" Hagrid waved back at them and continued on his way to the lake with the first years following him looking terrified. Harry, Ginny and Neville hurried to get good seats on the Thestral drawn coaches that would take them up to the castle.
When they stepped off the coaches they saw Ron and Hermione making their way over to them. They then went up to the school together. As they were just about to walk through the huge doors to the entrance hall, Hermione tripped over the last step and fell hard on the stone floor. They all hurried over, Ron being the quickest, to see if she was okay.
"Are you all right?" he asked her, his face concerned. Hermione got up and brushed herself off.
"I'm fine," she said. "Let's go." They followed her into the Great Hall. Harry was a little surprised at Ron's reaction. He normally would just asked if she was okay as Harry had done instead of ran over to her. He seemed just a little too concerned.
Waving goodbye to Ginny as she walked over to her friends, the four of them took their seats at Gryffindor House table. Ron looked up at the staff table and nudged Harry and Hermione. "Hey," he said. "Look at that teacher, over there, next to Snape. You reckon she's our new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher since Mr. Alleymoy retired last year?"
Harry and Hermione looked over to where Ron was pointing. The teacher in question was a very attractive looking, young witch, who looked to be only in her twenties. She had long black hair with startling electric blue streaks, and lively dark blue eyes. She was wearing robes of a pale silvery colour with a matching hat, and was sitting with her head in her hands looking at nothing in particular.
"She probably is," said Harry looking at the teacher with a keen interest that he didn't have for the rest of his teachers.
"Ron shut your mouth and stop drooling," said Hermione in a disgusted tone. Blushing he shut his mouth. There wasn't time for further speculation, however, because just then Hagrid entered and took his seat, and a minute later Professor McGonagall entered with the new, terrified, first years. She placed the Sorting Hat on to its stool, and stood back. Everyone waited for the hat to start singing quietly. The rip near the brim of the Hat opened up widely, and the Hat started to sing its song
When first our lovely founders four
Did start dear Hogwarts school,
They never once imagined that they'd ever be afued
But Slytherin, he left the school,
the others were in shock
They never thought the time would come
when one would leave the flock
They wondered how the school would fare,
When they were dead and gone.
To keep it going, they made me
Now listen to my song:
Just put me straight upon your head
Don't be afraid my dear
I'll tell you were you ought to be
There's no reason to fear
I've never once decided wrong
You may sure of that
For when it comes to thinking things,
I'm more than just a hat
I may decide to put you in
The house of Gryffindor
If you're of bravery or courage
Then this house you will adore
Or, perhaps I may decide
That Ravenclaw is best
And with your great intelligence
You will rise above the rest
But then again,
Hufflepuff house
Maybe just what you need
If you are patient, loyal and trusting
Then it's here you will suceed
Or then again you could end up
In Slytherin, my friend
If your cunning and determined
Then it is here will make friends
Whichever house I put you in,
Be sure to do it proud
I've sung enough, I've said my part,
Lets do the sorting now!
The Great Hall erupted into applause as the Hat stopped singing. Professor McGonagall stepped briskly forward holding a big scroll. She cleared her throat.
"Alacki, George!" A small boy with curly brown hair sat on the stool and put the Hat on his head. The Hat thought thought for a moment, then shouted "Ravenclaw!"
Professor spoke again. "Ardison, Kate!" A girl with long blonde hair pulled the hat on with a shaking hand. It fell over her eyes almost to her chin. The Hat had barely touched her head when it yelled out "Gryffindor." The Gryffindors all cheered as the girl, tripping several times in excitement and nerves took a seat next to Seamus at the table.
The sorting continued all the way down to Zanelli, Kylen who was made a Slytherin. Then Dumbledore, wearing robes of deep red with gold trim, rose and started to speak. "Welcome back, welcome, to another year at this school of ours," he began, smiling. "This year we have the honour of welcoming our new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, Professor Maladict, to Hogwarts and I hope you will make her all feel welcome." The young witch in the silvery robes stood up and bowed slightly before sitting back down.
"She's looks different to the ones we've had before, eh?" remarked Ron quietly to Harry.
"Yes...it's the first female teacher we've had since Professor Umbridge. Hopefully she'll be better," said Hermione who had heard.
Professor Dumbledore wrapped up his speech with a few minor announcements then said, "Feast time." Ron dug in as soon as the food hit the plates grabbing a pork chop with one hand and biting into it as he grabbed at other food.
A while later, when all the food had vanished from the golden plates, Dumbledore stood up again. "A few finishing announcements. As most of you might know Quidditch was canceled last year due to safety precautions. We thought it was unsafe to have students as such easy targets on the field especially with Lord Voldemort still uncaught. But as last year was quiet without a disturbance from Voldemort, I decided we will be having the Quidditch cup this year.
A sudden cheer erupted from the students. Dumbledore patiently waited for the cheers to die down and continued his speech. "A new year means new school captains, prefects and qudditch captains. Although some of you might already know I am still going to announce this years school captains. Our new Head boy is Ronald Weasley and our new Head Girl is Hermione Granger." As he announced this almost all the Gryffindor's clapped with the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaws joining in, Hermione started to wave to all the students while Ron just turned red and slumped down in his seat and the Slytherin table started to boo loudly with Malfoy being the loudest and having a look of pure hatred.
"Your prefects and qudditch captains will be posted on your notice boards in your common rooms in the morning. Last of all, Welcome back and goodnight to all". The once quiet room suddenly was filled with noise as everyone was making their way to bed. Harry, Hermione and Ron followed the crowd heading towards their common room.
"I don't think it's safe to have the qudditch cup this year. They should have canceled it again", burst out Hermione suddenly.
"Why? You didn't have a problem with it back at my house when we were talking about it. Plus you heard what Dumbledore said, there hasn't been a peep from Voldemort."
"I know that but still I have a bad feeling. I've been thinking about it and I reckon the reason why he has been keeping low is because he is planning something big. It makes perfect sense."
"You realise you sound paranoid. Anyway we need fun in our lives", replied Ron.
"I'm not being paranoid", snapped Hermione. Harry quickly had to think of something to say which might stop Hermione and Ron from having an argument. "Hey, where are your rooms?" Hermione stopped and glanced around as if she expected the door to the rooms to be right there. "I have no idea", she replied. "Dumbledore never actually told us."
"I think we should just follow the rest of them into the common room. Maybe McGonagall might be able to tell us," said Ron. They continued on there way to the common, while Hermione kept an eye out incase the room magically appeared. As they reached the portrait of the fat lady, they asked a tall, gangly, proud looking fifth year who was wearing a prefects badge what the password was.
"I believe it to be Curly pies," he answered smugly. He then started to shove past making his way to the front of the crowd yelling, "Excuse me, I'm a prefect, let me through. I need to open the portrait of the fat lady. You boy, don't you dare open the portrait, I repeat that is my job."
"Smug bastard. Thinks just because he is a prefect he can push everyone around," muttered Ron under his breath.
"For once Ron I actually agree," remarked Hermione surprising Ron because he didn't think she heard him.
Slowly everyone climbed in, until it was their turn. Hermione went in first followed by Harry then Ron. They were just about to close the portrait when something yelled stop. Professor McGonagall started to climb through the portrait. " There you are," she exclaimed as she straighten herself up. "I've been looking for you two. Now, do you two want to have a spare dormitory in the common room or outside?"
"Inside," they said at the same time.
Smiling to herself she said, "Well follow me then." They wished Harry a goodnight then both followed Professor McGonagall wondering to themselves what she was smiling about. She lead them the opposite direction to their usual spiral staircases. They climbed up a flight of stairs and then stopped, there were only two doors on this floor. Professor pointed to the door on the left and said, "Ron this is your room. Hermione, yours is the door on the right. I hope you have a goodnights rest," and with that she left them standing in front of their doors. At the same time they opened their doors and wished each other a goodnight. Ron entered his room first then Hermione.
Ron looked around his room in awe. It was the same size as the room he had shared with Harry and the others for the past 6 years except it was just his. There was a four poster double bed, a bedside table, a another table, a large closet, a desk and a trunk at the foot of his bed. He also saw that his bags sitting next to his bed. 'Professor McGonagall knew we would choose a room inside the dormitory, that's why she was smiling after we answered it.' On his right there was a door. He walked over to it and opened it and as he guessed it led to the bathroom.
Inside was the biggest bathroom he had ever seen. It was bigger then the prefects bathroom. The room was pearly white and smelled of lavender. The bath alone was the size of a small pool and had all sorts of different coloured taps around the edge. There also was a fancy sink in the corner with a pile of pink and blue fluffy towels sitting on the side of the sink. Above the sink there was a bathroom cabinet with mirrors on the doors. In the opposite corner of the sink there was a large shower. He wondered if it also had dozens of taps but he couldn't see through the foggy glass shower walls and couldn't be bothered to check. Next to the shower, opposite wall to his door, there was another door. Guessing it led to Hermione's room he decided to go through to see if she had seen the bathroom yet.
"Hermione, have you seen ...?" Ron stopped suddenly. In front of him Hermione stood only in her underwear and bra. He went red and quickly turned around at the same time going red.
"RON what are you doing in here?" Hermione cried angrily.
"Well, the thing was I wanted to know if you had seen the bathroom yet-" Ron started to reply with his back still facing her before she interrupted.
"Haven't you ever heard of knocking!?" Hermione was furious. "What did you think you were doing, just barging in like that? Did you see anything?"
"Well, no, since you had your underwear and bra on..." said Ron. He wondered if she was decent yet.
"Oh my God, you saw me in my underwear and my bra?!? How embarrassing! Ron, if we have to share a dormitory you're going to have to learn to knock before you enter. You can turn around now, I'm dressed.'' Ron turned around to face Hermione, his face still bright red. She was now wearing a nightie and still looking a little annoyed. Deciding to end the awkward situation he said goodnight quickly and walked back over to his bedroom closing the doors behind him.
'Oh my God. I can't believe I just did that, but she did look good in it. Ahh, I can't believe I just thought that, she's one of my best friends. From now on I will always knock just incase. I don't want any more embarrassing situations for either one of us.'
With that final thought he lay down on his new bed and fell asleep.
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Ron was back in Hermione's room. He realised she was only wearing her underwear and bra again and was going to turn around but a voice stopped him.
"Don't, come over here Ron," Hermione said in a seductive voice. She looked so fantastic in her undergarments that Ron was unable to resist. Once he was close enough she leaned forward and kissed him slowly then passionately. He pulled away confused but also tingly.
"What are you doing?" he asked her shakily.
"I want to show you something" she answered in her unfamiliar seductive voice again. Her hands disappeared behind her back. He realised that she was unclasping her bra. He couldn't help but get excited. Along with this feeling of excitement he also felt as if he was burning up and that he had fire flowing through his veins. "Ron, Ron, RON," said a familiar voice. He opened his eyes and looked around. He was confused as to where he was but then realised he was in his new room at Hogwarts.
"Ron, hurry up, or you're going to miss out on breakfast," Hermione called through the door that led out to the common room. Remembering what he dreamt about, he blushed and was thankful she couldn't see him.
"Yeah, hurry up, since when are you willing to miss breakfast?" Harry asked from the doorway.
"I can sleep in if I want to," snapped Ron.
"Okay, Okay, I was just asking. No need to bite my head off," muttered Harry. "Wonder what's wrong with him?" Harry whispered to Hermione.
"Um...I- I don't know. Why should I know," she answered nervously thinking Ron was acting funny because of last night.
Harry gave her a funny look and asked, "Did something happen?" a little louder.
"No!" Hermione and Ron yelled at the same time. Harry just chose to ignore it thinking that they probably just had a fight or something.
At that moment Ron walked through his door and started to make his way down to the common room with Harry and Hermione. When Ron actually looked over at Hermione, they both blushed but for different reasons. He was embarrassed about the dream and she was blushing about Ron seeing her in her underwear. If Harry noticed he chose to ignore it.
"Wonder who the other Qudditch captains are this year?" asked Harry as they walked through the common room on to the Great Hall.
"Well, apparently the Hufflepuff captain is a 6th year called Peter Carnella . And I overheard Padma telling Parvati that the Ravenclaw captain is a 5th year called Elizabeth Manchewa," answered Hermione.
"So who's the Slytherin captain?" Harry asked. He had a feeling he knew who it was but he wanted to make sure. When he looked at Hermione's face he knew he had guessed right.
"So, it's Malfoy?" Hermione nodded.
"So, Harry do you know else is on our team?" asked Ron with a mouth full of porridge, juice and toast.
"Ron, that's disgusting, keep your mouth shut while your eating," Hermione said in a grossed out tone. He looked at her blankly for a few seconds then turned back to Harry
"Well, besides you and me, just Ginny. I think we should get some people to tryout this Friday at lunch."
"All right, why don't you put up a notice on the notice board. By the way, what positions do we need to fill."
"We have a keeper, you, a chaser, Ginny and a seeker, me. So we need 2 more chasers and 2 beaters."
"Did you have anyone in mind?"
"I've heard Clancy Middleton is supposedly a good chaser but I don't know if he would want to join because he's already in the charms club, Franco Tupensteine is a really good flyer but doesn't know how to play and doesn't want to learn and Marrianne Denetta broke her arm playing qudditch during the holidays and has decided to quit playing."
"Why?"
"Because since then she has developed a fear of heights."
"Oh," Ron replied.
"Ooh, look here comes Professor McGonagall with the timetables," Hermione exclaimed excitedly. Ron rolled his eyes. McGonagall slowly started to make her way up the table giving each student their timetable as she passed them. After what seemed like hours she finally reached them
"Ohh, we have Binns then Snape straight after one another today," Ron whined.
"We better hurry up, because we have tranfiguration first and we don't want to be late.''
Ron replied sarcastically, "Of course not."
They quietly got up from the table and made their way to transfiguration, discussing their timetables.
"Oh, on Wednesdays we have double potions," complained Ron.
"That's gonna be a nightmare," agreed Harry.
"Will you two stop complaining!?Look, we get three free periods during the week. I was going to do a third elective but decided to instead use those periods as study time." said Hermione.
"We don't have Defence against the Dark Arts (DADA) until tomorrow so we don't get to find out what that new teacher's like. But it's not all bad. We have Repair of Magical Objects today as well," remarked Harry.
"Yeah, I wonder what the new DADA teacher is like," Ron said dreamily.
Hermione glared. "She's probably like any other teacher, you know," she said, annoyed at Ron's tone.
"No way! She's not as ugly, for a start."
Harry laughed and Hermione scowled at him. She couldn't answer back because at that moment they reached their Transfiguration classroom.
After Transfiguration, in which Professor Mcgonagall had sternly warned them about the risks of human transfiguration -"It can go horribly wrong if you don't know what you're doing, so listen carefully -" they had History of Magic. Professor Binns droned on as boringly as usual. Harry and Ron paid no attention, to Hermione's great annoyance. She shot them reproachful glances all through the lesson, and was in a bad mood as they walked to Potions.
Snape was in a foul mood; rather than put their lives in danger, the three of them chose seats as far away as possible from the irate professor, and tried to ignore Draco Malfoy's immature comments.
After Potions, which seemed to take an eternity to end, Ron and Harry's next lesson was Repair of Magical Objects (RMO). They had both been looking forward to this all morning.
Professor Ventimellio greeted them in his usual cheerful manner as they took their seats. He had sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and a lopsided smile. He was tall and built and half of the female population were in love with him. The class was mainly made up of boys, but there was a few girls who had only joined up so they could sit there and admire him. He was a strict but fun teacher. During that lesson they mainly planned what they were going to do for the rest of the year, making sure to have lots of practical lessons such as how to fix a clock like the one the Weasley family owned.
After RMO they joined up with Hermione for lunch. "So how was Magical Crime and Punishment?" Harry asked Hermione.
"Oh, it was really interesting, Mr Pronheart taught us what happens if you kill a Muggle with magic in front of other Muggles -" Ron quickly cut in before Hermione bored them to death with every single detail of what she had learnt. "Yeah, we had an interesting time as well, but Mr Ventimellio gave us homework, but it's really easy so that's ok," he said.
The rest of the day passed in a blur until they came to Care of Magical Creatures, their last subject for that day. Hagrid was there and occupied with something in a large wooden crate. He waved cheerfully as the trio approached.
"Over 'ere guys. Got summat real nice fer yer t'day. Just you wait," he rubbed his hands together gleefully and returned to the crate.
"Oh, fantastic," came Malfoy's drawling voice from just behind them. "Wonder what the oafs got today? Fire breathing antelopes? Singing monkeys?"
"Shut up Malfoy," said Ron menacingly. Malfoy gave them a jeering look and wondered away.
"Wonder why he's still here?" said Ron angrily.
"We'd be so much better off without him, why didn't he just quit?"
Hearing him, Malfoy stalked over. "As a matter of fact, Weasel, I wanted to get as far away as possible from you lot, but we are not allowed to change our elective subjects this year, we have to do the same as last year. Like I want to be here- this class is full of losers."
"Then why did you and the brainless idiots you call friends choose this in the first place last year when we had to choose the subjects we were doing for NEWT's?" asked Hermione referring to him, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Because we didn't Mudblood. I choose something else so did Crabbe and Goyle but we put in our choices late and the classes we wanted to do were full so we had to do this pathetic excuse of a class," replied Malfoy. "My father tried to complain but Dumbledore said unfortunately this was our own fault and we had to stay in here."
"Well, if your not happy you should just leave," said Harry fighting the urge to hit him, while at the same time Ron turned red and was about to stick up for Hagrid and Hermione when Hagrid straightened up from the crate and beckoned the class to come forward.
"Just leave it, ok?" hissed Hermione to both guys.
Hagrid beamed at the class as they drew nearer with the exception of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle who moved further away. "Tha's righ', gather roun'!" he said. "Now what I got fer yer t'day's a real treat, you don't get nothin' like em' usually. They're called Frufflepogs." Hagrid reached out an enormous hand and opened the crate.
Hermione, Ron and Harry could only stare in amazement as one of the strangest looking chickens they had ever seen in their lives waddled out and surveyed them with it's beady eyes. The bird was about half the size of Hagrid, with feathers of a shimmering, blue- green colour that changed to a purply- blue when it moved in the light. Apart from it's size and colour, it looked like a fairly ordinary bird and the trio wondered what was so exciting about it.
This became apparent when the giant chicken opened it's beak but instead of chirping a fireball exploded from it's beak, causing the people in the front to shriek in terror and back away, squishing the people behind them. Hagrid, laughing, told everyone to calm down. "Stop it, 'es 'armless! 'e won't 'urt ye."
"You call that harmless?" yelled Malfoy terrified and at the same time angrily. Witting under Hagrid's glare, he muttered something about "...that oaf...my father...just you wait..."
Ignoring him, Hagrid continued, "Now, the firs' thing ye'll wanna know 'bout Flufflepogs is they like to be the boss. Don't try ter boss one around or ye might jus' be grilled crispy in moments. Got that? Righ', everyone over 'ere then." The class seemed reluctant to come any closer but they obeyed.
They spent the rest of the lesson learning about the breeding habits and food of Flufflepogs. In the middle of all this, Ron suddenly froze.
"Oh no," he said.
"What?" asked Hermione impatiently.
"My chameleon! I forgot about him!" Without further ado, Ron sprinted back up the hill toward the castle, robes flapping wildly. Harry and Hermione exchanged glances and shook their heads. 'Typical,' thought Hermione.
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Hermione was sitting on a cushy armchair finishing off her Magical Crime and Punishment homework. She wrote down the last sentence and yawned tiredly. 'I think I'll go to bed now.' After getting up and collecting her books she made her way to her room. Harry had gone to bed after finishing his Repair of Magical Objects homework and she hadn't seen Ron since he left in a hurry during Care of Magical Creatures. He had also skipped dinner which was very unlike him. Wondering where he was she entered her room and put her books down on her desk.
Suddenly the connecting door burst open. Ron ran in looking around widely. "Where is he? Where is could he be?" he yelled crazily.
"What are you talking about?"asked Hermione confused. Without answering he ran over to the closet and pulled open the first draw he saw which was her sock draw. He started grabbing handfuls of socks and chucking them behind him while he frantically looked around in the draw.
"What are you doing?" Hermione yelled while she ran around picking up her socks.
"It has to be in here. I've already search the rest of the castle." He continued chucking handfuls of socks until he ran out of them and moved on to the next draw. Hermione quickly realised that the next draw was her underwear drawer.
"No Ron, don't!" she yelled frantically running up to him. Ron ignored her.
"How much clothing do you have in here anyway? It's full of crap," said as he continued to chuck handfuls behind him.
"Ron!" Hermione shrieked. "Stop it! Get out of my drawers!" Ron continued to ransack her drawer grabbing panties frantically.
"God, I'll never find it in here, why do you need so much- oh..." he stopped. Looking down at his left hand which was holding one of Hermione's blue bras and then to his right hand which was holding a pair of her green underwear and turned bright red. Putting the underwear back, he said, "Oops." Hermione just stood there fuming.
Hermione then put the last of her underwear back inside the drawer, and straightened up furiously. "What did you think you were doing?" she asked in a dangerously quiet voice.
"Uh- I was looking for for Roger," he said lamely. "See, I forgot to get him out of my suitcase and I remembered during Care of Magical Creatures so I came back to my room to get him out but he wasn't there so then I looked around everywhere in my room and I swear I checked the under bed three times but he still wasn't there so I looked in the bathroom and everything and- " he stopped for a breath and continued, "- and then I searched the whole common room and when I still couldn't find I looked in almost every room in the school and I even had some of the portraits looking for me and I then I remembered I hadn't checked your room yet so I came back here and he has to be in here!" he gasped red faced. Hermione hadn't seemed to calm down.
"So, you thought you'd just barge in here, without knocking which we have already discussed, acting like a raving lunatic and start taking apart my drawers?" she asked incredulously.
"Well- I didn't think you'd mind," was Ron's pathetic excuse.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T THINK I'D MIND! OF COUSE I MIND! YOU WERE GOING THROUGH MY UNDERWEAR!"
"I think you're over reacting a bit."
"OVERREACTING! Ron if someone came into your room in the middle of the night and started to go through all your stuff and make a massive mess when your about to die of exhaustion, what would you do?!?" she screamed. Smoke was literally shooting from her ears. Although it was a question he didn't think she wanted an answer. Ron was starting to get a little annoyed because he believed Hermione was overreacting. He was about to snap back when to his surprise and relief he spotted a scaly looking brown head. Hermione was just to open her mouth when Ron exclaimed, "There you are! I've been looking for you!"
He ran to Roger, knocking Hermione aside in the process and picked him up tenderly. "See I told you he had to be in here because I looked everywhere else."
Thinking that she might say something she might regret she gave one last furious look at Ron and stormed out.