Disclaimer: See Chapter 1. Rowling's and Tan's masterpieces combined by me.
A/N: Sorry this took FOREVER. Don't kill me please? (: (It's terribly OOC, sorry if anyone of you aren't used to it…just wanted to give ya'll something new!)
Chapter 4: And They Called It…Puppy Love
The Great Hall was packed with students from the four houses, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor and Slytherin. These people came in all shapes and sizes.
There were tall ones and small ones, white ones and bright ones, clean ones and lean ones, glad ones and sad ones, itchy ones and bitc…okay, well, never mind.
Best of all, there were male ones and female ones. Understandably, many students were rolling their eyes at students of the opposite sex. Some of the students of the opposite sex picked up these eyes and rolled them back with equal interest.
Two students, however, had their gazes fixed.
One was Draco. He found himself transfixed by the young lady with whose shoulder he had so recently forced an introduction.
"Her name is Hermione," he thought wistfully to himself. "Why haven't I seen her before? And I guess she's a sixth year too, seeing that she's Brown's friend." He stared at the faint, fair female with the forlorn face. He was fascinated.
Hermione, however, was not wearing a forlorn expression simply to look fascinating. She was in fact staring (yes, forlornly) at the dashing gentleman who had helped her in the bus that morning. He was in Ravenclaw, and was sitting two rows in front of her, to her right. She admired what she could see of him from this angel: his strong, masculine shoulders, his wavy, ebony black hair, and tip of his right ear.
She heard a friend of his, Terry Abott, fellow prefect and friend of Hermione, saying,
"Hey Harry! How was your summer?"
"So he is The Harry Potter."
Knowing the number of female, ardent fans he had, she quickly removed him from her list of eligible men. With a shrug, she realized that the number of men in her life now numbered exactly zero.
"Tyler Hamilton……GRYFFINDOR!" The Sorting Hat announced and everyone clapped politely as the last first year was sorted.
A throat was cleared from the faculty table and the hushed whisperings slowly dissipated. Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of the school, curved his lips into a small smile and looked at them with his penetrating blue eyes through his half moon spectacles.
"What else is there to say, except for…eat your heart out?" Appreciative laughter rang through the air and the cluttering of cutlery sounded as the students began to dig in the feast.
After the feast, the students were hastily hustled out of the Great Hall by the councillors like people being herded out to safety ten minutes before Voldemort's arrival.
And…
There…
Goes…
Day…
One…
In…
Hogwarts…
Day Two:
Draco, followed by Crabbe and Goyle proceeded to their History of Magic lesson, where they were to meet their new classmates and their professor.
As it happened, Professor Renault was their teacher. She appeared in class tugging at the leash of her cat, which was meowing shrilly.
The class stared apprehensively at the cat, wondering which professor actually brings their cat to class, with a leash no less.
"Hey," whispered Goyle to Draco. "Look at that cat."
"Don't talk about our professor like that, she's not that ugly," chastised Draco.
"No, I mean a real cat. Look!" Goyle pointed at the furry creature.
"I guess that's what you call a teacher's pet," he continued. The weak pun drew a groan from Draco.
"Hello everyone," said Professor Renault, still struggling with her obstinate cat. 'My name is Professor Renault and I will be your History of Magic teacher for this year. Why don't you introduce yourselves one by one and we can…"
After class, the trio strolled casually down to the Great Hall for their revision session. Draco lit up when he saw Hermione walking towards the Great Hall, just a few metres away from him. She was engrossed in thoughts of Harry Potter and did not notice a uneven, protruding stone jutting out from the cold stone floor.
"Oomph!" Her textbook flew out of her hand. Draco stepped forward in lightning speed and succeeded in breaking Hermione's fall. The pair tumbled to the ground.
Hermione was highly embarrassed. "Thanks," she said. "Are you hurt? I'm so sorry."
Draco wasn't. To have this lovely angel sitting on his stomach in this manner was indeed highly exciting, and well worth a fall any day, he thought. His only regret was that, at a time when she is so close to him, he could not see her face clearly, as it was obscured by her bushy hairdo.
Hermione rose to her feet. "I have to go," she said, and did.
Draco sat up and stared wistfully at her hazy, departing form. He could feel his ears growing a rather vivid red. (A/N: I can imagine how darn hot he looks when he blushes. SORRY. Back to the story. Hehs.)
Wow…, he thought to himself. This is a girl I could seriously like a bit.
A/N: I'M HUNGRYYYYY! GOTTA GO HAVE MY LUNCH. Tell me what you think okay? Reviews are welcomed with my open, cellulite-dominated arms. (: