Thank you for the lovely reviews! For only putting this up last night, I'm quite pleased with the three of you who have reviewed so far. Muchas gracias! (;
Anywhoo, I've tried to take your advice on board, and will probably opt for the shorter chapters but with more frequent updates. However this may change sometime in the future due to the overwhelmingness of A levels. Here's chapter two, so please enjoy!
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"Weasley? Ron Weasley?" Hermione thought to herself. There was something about that name. Once again as she ransacked her mind, hoping to find why that name was so familiar, she felt her knees give way beneath her and the last thing she remembered before blacking out was Ron rushing toward her.
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Hermione slowly opened her eyes to find a tall figure looming over her as she lay in bed. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she realised that it was the boy from earlier, Ron Weasley. Remembering her fainting spell, she blushed with embarrassment and tried to sit up in her bed. But Ron gently pushed her back down again.
"Sorry Hermione, but you still look flushed. Maybe you should just rest tonight." said Ron with a lopsided grin. Hermione smiled weakly back before she realised what he had just called her.
"What did you just call me?" she asked in confusion. The smile disappeared from Ron's face and was replaced by a look of bewilderment.
"I don't think I called you anything. I didn't mean to upset you! I just wanted to make sure you were okay!" Ron mumbled with a note of panic detectable in his voice.
Hermione grimaced. She hadn't meant to make a big deal about it. Maybe her mind was just playing tricks on her again. But still, she wanted to make sure.
"Did you call me Hermione?" she questioned.
"No." Ron replied, raising one eyebrow. "Is that your name or something?" he laughed. Hermione glared at him and quickly sprung up out of bed.
"Yes, Ron, that is my name. And in my opinion, it's a good lot better than Ronald! Perhaps your mother calls you her little Ronnie-kins! How utterly adorable." she laughed sarcastically.
"Is this the thanks I get for helping you? You girls are all the same. A guy can never do anything right according to you lot!" Ron argued back before climbing into bed and turning his back to her.
"What a load of rubbish! How dare you make generalisations like that about girls? Girls have always been and will always be better than boys and you know it!" Hermione scoffed. She paused, waiting for a response. But Ron remained silent. With an exasperated sigh, she turned off the dormitory's light and clambered into bed. Pulling the covers over her head, she felt tears trickling down her face. "So much for a new start." she muttered to herself. "Well done Hermione Granger. Well done indeed."…
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The screeching alarm woke Hermione up at quarter past seven, leaving her plenty of time to have a shower and get ready for the Freshers talk that would be given at nine o'clock that morning.
Trying to make an effort to fit in with the rest of the students, Hermione found herself wearing a long grey cardigan with her favourite pair of black cords. Ron had still not emerged from his bed when she went back to the dormitory to grab her bag. She had meant to apologise for beginning the row the night before, as she did not want to give people a reason to dislike her so early in the term. However, she did not want to wake him up either, for fear that he would react with anger. So she decided to make her way to the talk which was being held in the main university building.
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Flattening her bushy hair anxiously before entering the lecture theatre, Hermione noticed Ron stumbling towards her, having obviously slept in.
"Looking a little flustered there Ron!" she said before she could even help herself. Ron glanced at her through narrowed eyes and saying nothing, stormed through the doors she was standing beside. Hermione looked down at her feet. What was the matter with her? She had not meant to make Ron hate her any more than he already probably did, but there was just something about him that made her want to argue with him.
Exhaling deeply, Hermione entered through the doors of her new home for the next ten months.
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A/N – I know not much has happened so far, but I'm really just trying to set the scene before starting on the main story. I don't want to rush into it or else it will look rushed, and you will all be super super SUPERRR annoyed. So be patient, introduction very almost nearly over. (;
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