AN- Ok so this is chapter 1. By the end of this chapter, Hermione's at Hogwarts! Yay! And other important stuff happens aswell. lol! Enjoy!
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter. Nor will I ever.
For Readers who didn't read Prologue:
-Hermione has had it with Beauxbatons because she doesn't fit in there, and everyone's like basically really rude and obnoxious to her. And so Ginny, Hermione's old friend from Beauxbatons, who now attends Hogwarts, tries to help Hermione think of a plan to get her into Hogwarts, because according to Dumbledore, the girl dormitories are full, so they cannot accept anymore female students. The chapter begins with Hermione looking for Ginny in the library.
Recap:
"Very well. Miss Weasley should be in the library studying for my exam tomorrow. Run along. I shall leave the floo powder on my desk. I might not be in my office when you come back so just lea-"
I zoomed out the door before she finished.
In the library:
"Ginny? Ginny!" I whispered in the library. I always hated the people who yell in libraries. It's impossibly rude!
I scanned the tables, and looked in the aisles. Until I finally spotted her bright orange hair huddled underneath a rather large textbook.
I joyously ran across the floor and gave her a big bear hug.
"…Can't…breathe," gasped Ginny.
I quickly released her, and the realization hit her.
Then she let out a loud squeal. "HERMIONEEEE!!!"
Wow. My ear drums are officially broken.
"Hermione! What are you doing here?!" said a flabbergasted Ginny, "You were at Beauxbatons just a few hours ago…how'd you manage to get here?"
"I used some floo powder, and I flooed (AN-I didn't know what to write..lol) into Aunt Minerva's office," I replied, as though it was the simplest thing in the world.
"Aunt Minerva?! You don't mean Professor McGonagall do you?"
"Ermm..actually it is. I must have..uhm..forgotten to mention it," I said rather nervously.
"My goodness, why didn't you tell me sooner? You could've gotten her to give me good marks! Hey, do you think you could get her to call of the exam tomorrow becau-"
"Ginny!" I yelled, appalled.
"Ok. Ok. I was just kidding! Now, back to business…What are you doing here??"
"I followed your advice! I asked my aunt if she could help me get into Hogwarts…But she told me the same thing you said, in the letter. That there was no more room for girls, only boys. But that's really unfair, isn't Ginny? I mean, can't they just squeeze me in? It's not like I take up that much room…I'd sleep anywhere just to get away fro-"
Ginny interrupted my rambling, "Woah there, Hermione! Calm down! Now, let's think of a solution to all this, okay?"
I'm shocked. That's the most rational thing I've ever heard Ginny say.
"Okay. What do you have in mind?" I sighed.
"Well, let's see. Number one, you want to leave Beauxbatons, like right now. Number two, Hogwarts is only accepting guys. So I guess the only thing you can do is, well, to say bluntly…uhm, what I mean to say is-," Ginny paused, stumbled for the right words, "What I mean to say is that the rational thing you could do…the only thing you could do, if you really want to come to Hogwarts that is, is to…pretendtobeaboy," she said, hurriedly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that," I responded, confused.
"Pretendto beaboy," Ginny muttered again.
"Sorry, but I didn't quite catch that either," I repeated.
"I said," Ginny began slowly, "That you need to pretend. To. Be. A. Boy."
Ginny's scream must have really broken my ear drums, cause I could've sworn she said that I needed to pretend to be a boy…
Oh wait. She did say that.
"Are you out of your mind, Ginny? How do you expect me to do that? You know I can't lie about anything, especially about something that's so absurd!" I said, still thinking about how ridiculous this so-called plan was.
"What's so absurd about it? If you really wanted to come to Hogwarts, and, in your case, get a good education, it wouldn't matter what you had to do. And it's not like you have to pretend to be a guy forever. Just for a couple of months. And who knows? Maybe when you're there, some girl will quit and then you can take their spot! Then you could be a girl again!" Ginny answered.
"Okay, well say, for some weird reason, I do pretend to be a guy, how do you expect me to fool everyone? Especially Dumbledore, who everybody says is the sharpest wizard around?" I stated as a matter-of-factly.
"Just don't hang around him that much! It won't be that hard, and you can tell McGonagall too! I'm sure she'll help you, well she might be a little angry at first (a little?!) but she'll recover! She probably wants you here since you're so smart, she just doesn't want to break the rules to get you in. Plus, I'll be with you wherever you go! Come on, it's not that hard!" Ginny said.
"You're forgetting one main point, Ginny! I don't look like a guy! And we don't have enough ingredients for polyjuice potion!" I said, frustrated.
"Have you forgotten, dear Hermione?" said Ginny, amused, "We can do magic! How hard could it be to make you look like a guy? We just need to change your hair a bit, and it won't even be permanent. After classes, we could change it back. Just deepen your voice a little. And the robes will basically cover everything else! No one would suspect a thing! You'd just be a rather scrawny boy. No big deal there!"
You know what? Maybe this could work…
"I'm gonna plan everything out ok? This is so exciting! First we need to ge-"
4 days later:
I don't know how I got here. How I got to be standing outside Hogwarts Castle, staring at the large entrance doors. With my short hair, thanks to Ginny (who better be able to change it back!), and boyish clothes, pulling my large suitcase (with both boys and girls clothes, I might add. I'm not gonna be a boy 24/7) behind me. I still don't know how she actually managed to get me a transfer to Hogwarts, I asked her and all she did was grin mischievously. I have a feeling I don't really wanna know.
I inhaled the scent of eggs and sausages. Breakfast must be starting soon. I better hurry and head up to Aunt Minerva's office, she promised to help me get settled in. As Ginny had predicted, Aunt Minerva did get rather angry. She told me how irresponsible it would be, and how dumb the plan was. But hey, I convinced her in the end, and that's all that matters.
I pushed open the doors and headed straight for my aunt's office. When I walked in, she was pacing around the room, probably wondering if I really did go through with the idiotic plot. Well, sorry to burst her bubble, but I did.
"Good Morning, Aunt Minerva," I said politely.
"Hermione, dear, I see you did go through with it. I should have expected it. You're such a determined young lady, just like your mother I may add." Aunt Minerva said softly.
I stared at her expectantly, waiting for her to realize that I needed to get up to my dorm.
"Oh right, I'm sorry. Started dozing off, didn't get much sleep last night, you know? Waiting for you to pop up unexpectedly again." I took that as an insult.
"Well, of course you'll be staying in the Gryffindor house. And since you're pretending to be a –" she paused, "…anyways, you'll be staying in the boys dormitory. But if anything, and I mean anything happens, you come find me immediately. Are you sure you don't want to stay with me? It won't cause as much trouble…"Aunt Minerva said.
"I already told you, Aunt Minerva! I just want everything to be normal, I just want to learn and actually have a decent social life. I don't want everyone thinking I'm weird cause I'm staying with Professor McGonagall." I glanced over at my aunt, who looked highly offended. "I meant to say, it would be weird to stay with any teacher," I added. Her expression seemed to have softened a bit, and she led me out the door.
After several diversions, including an impossibly obnoxious poltergeist, by the names of Peeves, and moving staircases, we finally reached the portrait hole, in this case, it happened to be The Fat Lady.
"Very well. The password is hippogriff. Miss Weasley should be waiting in the common room for you. I've got to get going, I'm late for a staff meeting. See you at breakfast!" and with that, my aunt hurriedly walked down the hallway.
"Hippogriff," I stated, loud and clear.
"Correct," said the portrait, and it swung open.
I cautiously walked through the portrait hole. And I must say, it was amazing! It had a comfort vibe. Like I was home. Unlike Beauxbatons, it made me feel like I was staying at a bad hotel room. I continued walking until I reached the common room. And I saw Ginny relaxed on one of the couches. She glanced over at my direction, and once she caught sight of me, she jumped off the couch.
"Hermione! I almost didn't recognize you! See, I told you! You could totally pass for a guy!" Ginny remarked. I wonder if that's a good thing?... Before I could say anything else, Ginny began talking again.
"Okay, well just leave your suitcase here. Let's go to breakfast, and then we can find my brother, Ron, he's in your year you know? He could help you up to the boy's dormitory…"
And with that, Ginny ran out the portrait hole, and dragged me all the way to the Great Hall.
She led me to one of the four tables, which I presumed was the Gryffindor table. Ginny took a seat across from a rather tall red-headed boy. That's probably Ron.
Ginny pulled me down, and we sat face to face with her brother and his friend, whose face was currently buried in a book. Maybe he loves to read, just like me! I'm already beginning to like Hogwarts…a lot. It seems like people here like to read…Wonder what book it is? Curiously I looked over at the book cover. Quidditch Through The Ages. Scratch that last thought. He's just another Quidditch fanatic.
I directed my attention back to Ginny and Ron.
"Uhm, Ginny? Who is that?" Ron said, pointing his finger rudely at me.
"Don't point, Ron! That's rude."
He immediately dropped his hand. "And, to answer your question, this is the new student, his name is uhm…" Ginny nervously glanced over at me. I took this as a signal for me to introduce myself.
"My name is err…Herm…Herman! Yeah, I'm Herman!" I said confidently. Ron looked uncertain.
"Yeah! That's his name!" Ginny shook her head, as though to confirm that was I said was indeed telling the truth. "Well anyways, he's new and he's in your year, Ron! And, uhm, Dumbledore told us to show him around and stuff. So you and Harry should help him settle in the dormitory…" Ginny finished awkwardly.
Harry? Wonder who that is…
"Well, ok," Ron responded, still with a bit of doubt. He held out his hand for me to shake, "Hi, I'm Ron, Ginny's older brother. And this is my best friend, you've probably heard of him.." He pointed to be boy sitting next to him. And as if on cue, Ron's friend looked up from his book.
Oh. My. Gosh. The green eyes. The glasses. The messy hair. The scar. This was Harry Potter! I can't believe Ginny never mentioned anything about him! I must have a talk with her later. I continued staring at him, as though he was sprouting horns on his head.
Now, I'm not that type of girl who only cares about looks. Physical appearance isn't important you know?, it's your own individual beauty matters. But in this situation, what girl wouldn't notice? He's quite handsome, and his glasses make him look really cute..and his hair is-
"Hi, I'm Harry Potter." His voice broke through my day dreams. I shakily held out my hand for him to shake. All the while, still staring at him. His eyes. His nose. His lips. I was practically drooling…
Stop it Hermione! Pull yourself together! Stop staring…he probably thinks you're a weirdo. And-
Oh lord. I forgot I was a guy now. Staring at other guys, especially Harry Potter, is strictly forbidden.
And, just like that, things became much more complicated.
Well, there you go Chapter 1! It was kinda long wasn't it? I've tried to shorten it…But I don't really know what I should cut..lol! Anyways, hope you liked it! I've already started Chp. 2...but I dunno when I'll be done. And plus, I'm going on thanksgiving vacation this weekend...I'll update as soon as possible though!
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