Summary: It is sixth year and Hermione is told, by Professor McGonagall, that she will be paired up with a group of three other people to organize and important event in Hogwarts history – the Aubudine ball, celebrated every 25 years – and those three people are the representatives of each House. What happens when good and evil collide? Is a sudden longing going to pull at Hermione's insides? The longing to finally take a risk? To fall in love with …not your sort?
Disclaimer: Would I really be so utterly dumb as to claim that I own HP, when millions and millions of people around the world know the name J.K.Rowling?
BTW: I have read the HBP. I did not like it. So, I'm writing my own sixth year story.
Not Your Sort: Chapter 1: What Was He Wearing?
"Harry, Ron, you won't believe this!" Hermione announced quiteloudly while sitting down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. It was early morning and students were crowdedly making their way to the tables for breakfast.
It was mid-September and the sixth year had begun for the eager teenagers. They hadn't had any exciting news lately, not even Harry, and Hermione was certainly looking pleased with hers.
"What," Ron muttered, his mouth full of warm, crispy buttered toast.
Hermione's face turned from excitement to disgust for a few moments as she looked at him, chewing like there was no tomorrow, and then back again. She began:
"Well, Professor McGonagall called up all of the prefects – "
Ron's head shot up. Obviously, he had not heard this piece of news and had no idea there'd been a meeting. Hermione chuckled and said to him, in an irritated voice, "You were busy sleeping up until 2:00, but don't worry. You didn't miss out on much and I'm sure McGonagall was quite used to it by then. Honestly, if you can't work up to your responsibilities, maybe you should rid yourself of some of them!"
Ron snorted and his shoulders drooped once again.
Hermione rolled her eyes slowly and looked at Harry, the eagerness creeping up her face once again, "…where was I? Oh, right. And we were all sitting there when Dumbledore walked in. You will never guess what he was wearing!"
Hermione laughed her eyes out while Harry's green orbs searched the walls and ceiling of the enormous castle hall. In the end, he shrugged and said, "I guess not, what? What was he wearing?"
Hermione burst out with laughter once more and it surprised Harry. He leaned back and as Hermione pulled him back toward her, whispering the secret, his eyes widened and the green grape he was holding in his fist fell onto his plate with a soft blop!