A/N: A short, pointless chapter. I will try to make the next chapter
better. Please R/R!
Hermione smiled as she fell onto the four poster bed she would have to herself. It was so soft! The blankets were neatly folded at the end of the bed, so Hermione just flopped onto the pillow. She heard laughter rising from the common room. Most of the students were still chatting happily about the sorting, and her fall, of course. Her face turned crimson as she recognized the voice of the boy who had called himself Ron, and thought about what the Sorting Hat had said. No, she was not gay. But she didn't like Ron either! She knew what she felt! Hermione buried her head in the pillow, and without realizing, fell asleep.
Not long later, he (Henry / Hermione) felt several fingers poking him on the shoulder and back. "What?" he grumbled in annoyance.
"It's time to eat!" many voices chorused at once.
Henry opened one eye to see that a whole mass of Gryffindors had come up from the common room to wake him up. I should feel honored, he thought more to himself as three arms grabbed him from the bed. Harry and Dean were grunting with effort as they led Henry down the stairs. Ron was ahead of the trio, making sure there would be enough room for them to descend the staircase. They were soon in the Great Hall again.
Just as Draco walked by, Henry felt his head falling onto Harry's shoulder. Ouch! That hurt, he thought. But he was just too sleepy to move. His half- closed eyes watched as Draco stopped walking, and crossed him arms at the sight.
"So weak, you can't even raise your head, mudblood?" Draco sneered as Henry struggled to pull his head from Harry's shoulder. "You need a boyfriend to help you out?"
Crabbe and Goyle, two ridiculously large muscles, chortled dumbly.
He could feel Harry's face turn the familiar shade of red, as the embarrassment caught up to him. Henry also saw and felt Ron tensing. What was wrong? Suddenly, Ron launched an attack on Draco!
"Don't you dare call him a mudblood, you snake!" his fists managed to catch Draco twice in the eye, before a raven-haired professor pulled them apart.
"This is sad," Severus Snape frowned as he continued, "the first day, and I must already deduct ten points from Gryffindor. No fighting in the hall, Weasley. Go to you seat now."
"I bet he wasn't the least bit sad, that git," Ron seethed as he squeezed onto the bench, and ripped apart a pastry with his teeth. "Letting that Malfoy go after calling you a mudblood."
Henry looked puzzled. He had not read up to the part about mudbloods in his books yet, so he was uncertain what the comment meant. Only, that it was something vile. Ron was about to explain, when Harry jumped in.
"Are you a muggle, Henry?" he asked.
"A muggle?"
"A non-magical person," Harry replied simply.
Henry nodded, the confusion clearly visible in his eyes.
"Where do you live in England? I live with muggles. Maybe we're neighbors," Harry offered. He leaned over to snitch a treacle tart, as he waited for an answer.
Henry smiled uncertainly, "I'm not even sure I'll be allowed home after this." He quickly covered his mouth, as he realized what he had said.
"What do you mean?" Harry and Ron said.
"Oh, nothing. Let's just eat. I'm tired of talking," Henry lied as he grabbed a spoon and plunged it into his pudding.
"Ok," Ron agreed, deciding to scan his schedule instead. "Darn!" he cried, minutes later. "The first class we have 'morrow morning, is Double Potions. Meaning we have it with. Slytherin."
Hermione smiled as she fell onto the four poster bed she would have to herself. It was so soft! The blankets were neatly folded at the end of the bed, so Hermione just flopped onto the pillow. She heard laughter rising from the common room. Most of the students were still chatting happily about the sorting, and her fall, of course. Her face turned crimson as she recognized the voice of the boy who had called himself Ron, and thought about what the Sorting Hat had said. No, she was not gay. But she didn't like Ron either! She knew what she felt! Hermione buried her head in the pillow, and without realizing, fell asleep.
Not long later, he (Henry / Hermione) felt several fingers poking him on the shoulder and back. "What?" he grumbled in annoyance.
"It's time to eat!" many voices chorused at once.
Henry opened one eye to see that a whole mass of Gryffindors had come up from the common room to wake him up. I should feel honored, he thought more to himself as three arms grabbed him from the bed. Harry and Dean were grunting with effort as they led Henry down the stairs. Ron was ahead of the trio, making sure there would be enough room for them to descend the staircase. They were soon in the Great Hall again.
Just as Draco walked by, Henry felt his head falling onto Harry's shoulder. Ouch! That hurt, he thought. But he was just too sleepy to move. His half- closed eyes watched as Draco stopped walking, and crossed him arms at the sight.
"So weak, you can't even raise your head, mudblood?" Draco sneered as Henry struggled to pull his head from Harry's shoulder. "You need a boyfriend to help you out?"
Crabbe and Goyle, two ridiculously large muscles, chortled dumbly.
He could feel Harry's face turn the familiar shade of red, as the embarrassment caught up to him. Henry also saw and felt Ron tensing. What was wrong? Suddenly, Ron launched an attack on Draco!
"Don't you dare call him a mudblood, you snake!" his fists managed to catch Draco twice in the eye, before a raven-haired professor pulled them apart.
"This is sad," Severus Snape frowned as he continued, "the first day, and I must already deduct ten points from Gryffindor. No fighting in the hall, Weasley. Go to you seat now."
"I bet he wasn't the least bit sad, that git," Ron seethed as he squeezed onto the bench, and ripped apart a pastry with his teeth. "Letting that Malfoy go after calling you a mudblood."
Henry looked puzzled. He had not read up to the part about mudbloods in his books yet, so he was uncertain what the comment meant. Only, that it was something vile. Ron was about to explain, when Harry jumped in.
"Are you a muggle, Henry?" he asked.
"A muggle?"
"A non-magical person," Harry replied simply.
Henry nodded, the confusion clearly visible in his eyes.
"Where do you live in England? I live with muggles. Maybe we're neighbors," Harry offered. He leaned over to snitch a treacle tart, as he waited for an answer.
Henry smiled uncertainly, "I'm not even sure I'll be allowed home after this." He quickly covered his mouth, as he realized what he had said.
"What do you mean?" Harry and Ron said.
"Oh, nothing. Let's just eat. I'm tired of talking," Henry lied as he grabbed a spoon and plunged it into his pudding.
"Ok," Ron agreed, deciding to scan his schedule instead. "Darn!" he cried, minutes later. "The first class we have 'morrow morning, is Double Potions. Meaning we have it with. Slytherin."