Snippets
By Siriusly Amused

Stories of the Young and Innocent

Author's Note: I decided that I've done a lot of pre-teen snippets and it's time for one when they were little. So who's up to reading about the trio's first day of Kindergarten?

Disclaimer: I don't own J.K.'s fabulous characters. Also, I just think I should let you all know that I plan to murder in it's sleep if it doesn't hurry up with the search it's taking forever and a day to do.

Big Kids Now

°°°Ron°°°

"Come on you three, I don't want to be late for my first day of fourth grade!"

"Perce, I think I forgot my lunch."

"Too bad, George."

"I'm Fred."

"Whatever."

I was five. I was clean. And I was in a bad mood. Mom and Ginny had offered to take me to school for my first day of Kindergarten, but Fred and George had called me a 'mamma's boy', so I turned them down and trailed behind my feuding brothers as we headed to school.

We were almost to the doors of the school when Percy found a teacher he obviously missed over the summer and left us in the swarm of bodies to talk to said teacher. The twins watched Percy's retreating back for a minute with dumbfounded expressions. After several seconds, it was obvious that Percy wasn't coming back.

"I guess we should show him to his classroom," George said at last, turning to face Fred.

"But, George!" Fred exclaimed, shocked. "We might be late for class!"

The twins stared at one another for a moment before identical evil grins spread across their faces.

"Come, Ronniekins! We're going to show you to your classroom," George said, taking a hold of my hand and dragging me into the school. The Kindergarten classroom was right next to the entrance. I doubted I would have had difficulty finding it on my own. I thought my brothers would leave me alone after that but they didn't.

"Let's look for your desk," George stated, walking around the classroom. I sighed and trudged behind slowly.

°°°Harry°°°

I was so excited about my first day of school. Of course, my school clothes were hand-me-downs and my school supplies were plain compared to Dudley's (who was attending the same school but was put in a different Kindergarten class), but I was happy none-the-less. Aunt Petunia dropped me off at Hogwarts Elementary and left before my teacher could even shake her hand. I was the first student there; Aunt Petunia didn't want to be seen with me.

There were about thirty desks in the Kindergarten room. They were arranged in groups of six and I found my desk in the group next to the window. I sat down and waited a few more minutes until a girl who had her bushy hair in pigtails came in with her parents and sat diagonally from me.

"Hi!" she said, grinning widely and exposing a gaping hole where her front teeth should have been. "I'm Hermione!"

"Hi, Her--herm--hermie. Um, Mione," I said, stuttering stupidly over her weird name. She giggled.

"Close enough," she replied, smiling warmly and opening her desk to organize her supplies.

We talked a bit as the classroom filled up around us. After awhile, a family of blondes came in and the small boy plopped down in the chair that was next to me and across from the bushy-haired girl.

"Hi, I'm Harry," I told the boy who only scowled at me. "This is Hermione," I said, indicating the girl across from him. He scowled at her too. "What's your name?" I asked him, trying desperately to get the boy to talk. He looked at Hermione and myself as if we had kooties--which Hermione might have had since she was a girl.

"Draco," Hermione said slowly, reading his nametag on his desk, which was an amazing feat seeing as the nametag appeared upside down for her.

Draco rolled his eyes and opened his desk as he started putting his folder and crayons away. By then the classroom was nearly full, excluding the desk in front of me.

"Here we go, Ronniekins," an older boy said, leading his younger brother over to our group. The boy sat down and stared at his desk, obviously wishing the older boy would go away. The older boy didn't go away, however.

"Hey look, Ron, you're sitting next to a girl!" another boy, who looked identical to the first boy said, joining his brothers. The boy named 'Ron' blushed as he kept his eyes on his desk.

"Good one, Fred," said the first boy.

"Thanks, George," said the second.

The one named 'Fred' scanned the rest of us. "Hello, squirts," he greeted, standing akimbo. The blonde boy next to me rolled his eyes, took out his folder, got up from his desk and beckoned Fred down to his level. "Wanna tell me something, squirt?" Fred asked, squatting close to Draco.

Draco raised his folder, slapped Fred across the face with it and returned to his desk.

"Draco Malfoy!" the teacher exclaimed, coming over to our group looking very stern. "Go sit in the time-out chair!" she ordered, pointing to the chair in the corner.

"What?" Draco asked. It was the first word he spoke and I was shocked; I was under the impression that he was a mute.

"You heard me," the teacher replied.

Draco mumbled something that sounded much like, 'My father,' but he went to the time out chair anyway. I turned to the red-headed boy across from me, who had just finished putting his school supplies in his desk.

"Are they your brothers?" I asked him, nodding to the twins who were currently playing with the building blocks on the other side of the room, ignoring our teacher who was gently scolding them and trying to coax them into returning to their proper classroom.

"Unfortunately," Ron replied, glancing over his shoulder with a slight smile as our teacher successfully shooed his brothers away.

"I wish I had brothers," I confessed. Hermione, who was listening in on our conversation, nodded in agreement.

"Me too," Hermione said brightly. "I'm an only child."

"You two can have mine," the boy named Ron said. He leaned over his desk to gaze at my nametag. "Harry?" he asked, sending me a questioning look. I nodded. Ron then leaned over and gazed at Hermione's nametag. "Um…" he stated, staring at her long, weird name dubiously.

"Hermione Granger," the girl supplied.

"I have no idea how I'm going to remember that," Ron replied truthfully.

"Call me Mione, then," the girl said, gracing me with a smile.

"Alright, class," our teacher said loudly. "Come on over to the carpet and sit down in a circle. You too, Draco."

We did so. Once we were situated, the teacher announced that we were going to go around the circle and everyone was to say their name and what they wanted to be when they grew up. I was panicky. Five-years-old and they were already telling me to plan out my future. The teacher was looking kindly at me; she obviously wanted me to go first. I stood up.

"I'm Harry Potter and when I grow up I want to be…" I paused and thought furiously. I've never given much thought to what I wanted to be when I grew up; I always assumed I'd be nothing, like the Dursleys have been telling me. "…a police man," I finished, stealing Dudley's latest ambition.

"Very nice, Harry," the teacher said brightly and I took that as my chance to sit down. Everyone's eyes focused on Hermione, who was next. She stood up promptly and looked rather pleased with herself.

"I'm Hermione Granger and when I grow up I want to be a doctor, a lawyer, a dentist, a teacher, a writer, an architect, a pharmacist, a scientist, and the first woman president of the United States." Hermione made to sit back down but shot up suddenly. "And a princess," she finished. Ron immediately stood.

"I'm Ron Weasley and I want to be a police man, a firefighter, a stunt man…"

Ron took a leaf from Hermione's book and started listing as many occupations as he could. The girl sitting next to Ron (Lavender) did the same, as did the next girl (Parvati), and the next. So on and so forth until we finally got to Draco, who was sitting at the other end of the circle and scowling at everyone with his arms crossed. He reluctantly stood.

"I'm Draco Malfoy and when I grow up, I'm going to be utterly handsome." He sat back down and returned to his scowling.

"But what are you going to do as a job, Draco?" our teacher asked.

"I'm going to look handsome," Draco stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Our teacher sighed and rubbed her forehead as if she had a headache. "Let's move onto coloring, shall we?"

°°°Draco°°°

By the end of the day, I was already planning on having Father talk to my teacher and have her move me away from this group of idiots. On my right was a small, talkative boy named Seamus. Across from him was a quiet, and I'm certain stupid, boy named Greg, only he asked if everyone would call him Goyle. On my left sat a boy who looked like he never combed his hair in his life. His name was Harry and he only had 12 crayons. The boy across from him, Ron, only had 12 as well. They seemed to have bonded over only having 12 crayons. Across from me was a girl with a name I can't pronounce and bushy pigtails (her pigtails were prone to hitting Ron in the face whenever she turned her head sharply). She offered to share her big box of crayons (equipped with a sharpener in the back) with the boys. They seemed very pleased over this.

"Draco, you're not coloring. Is something wrong?" my teacher asked, coming next to our group and gazing at me in a concerned fashion.

"I don't like it here," I whined.

"I know school can be scary, but I'm sure you'll get used to it in no time," the teacher reassured.

"Not here as in 'school'," I corrected. "Here as in 'here'!" I indicated my desk.

"Oh," the teacher said stupidly. I sighed in frustration and beckoned her down to my level. She squatted and looked at me questioningly. I got out my folder and proceeded to whacker her with it. And that was how I ended my first day of Kindergarten.

°°°Hermione°°°

Oh my gosh, I love school!

End Author's Note: OMG, I finished a Snippet! O.O I haven't posted one of these in ages due to not being able to write them. I'm really, really surprised that I managed to do this one. Go me!