Hermione leapt to her feet, rushing about her room in an effort to get dressed as quickly as possible, she was clothed within minutes and hurriedly pulled on her forest green knee high converse, pairing it with a pair of worn denim shorts and a emerald green tank top. She raced down the stairs, knocking aside several of the students, calling apologies over her shoulder as she barrelled into the hall, sliding into her spot at the head table as the people awake and eating breakfast all gazed at her in amusement. "You slept in again didn't you?" Annabelle asked amused, blushing as Kelly leaned closer so she could see over the brunettes shoulder, "No, I just… shut up okay!" Hermione growled through a mouthful of bacon, glaring them down which was decidedly hard as a stray bit of egg fell of the end of her fork and landed with a plopping sound in her mug of tea. She gazed with dismay at the now spoiled amber liquid but scrunched up her nose, quickly polishing off the rest of her breakfast as she shovelled nearly the entire thing into her mouth in minutes. "Snape will be here in a few minutes. Where are you guys going today?" Kelly enquired curiously, Hermione the only one comfortable calling the imposing wizard by anything other than his last name. "I'm going to take him to the fair in town, it's only on for a few more days and he admitted he had never been to one," Hermione shrugged, not understanding how someone could go that many years of their life without attending a fair.
Snape had been visiting Hermione about once a week sometimes twice if his schedule allowed it since their first meeting and the trip to Diagon Alley. They had been to the beach, the theatre, the arcade, the zoo, the science museum, the art gallery, the museum and Hermione had even convinced him to try bowling which was hilarious in its own right since he couldn't figure out for the life of him why anyone would want to throw a heavy ball with three holes in it down a long lane to knock down ten tiny little pins. He had spent 15 minutes lamenting about it before she told him to shut up, have his turn then sit the fuck down. This would be their final outing since the school year started in four days and he would be too busy to make time for her before the term started. Hermione was just barrelling out of the hall when she heard a familiar popping sound from the end of the hall, she shrieked excitedly and raced down the hall, throwing herself into the thick black layers of the potion masters embrace, "Hello there sunshine," Snape chuckled, picking her up and spinning her around, placing her back on the ground gently.
"Where are we going today?" he asked excitedly, he had been looking forward to their last trip for several days and couldn't wait for it to begin, "We are going to the fair. But you can't wear that," Hermione pointed to his outfit and he grimaced but nodded, understanding how weird it would look to the muggles if he showed up in long black robes. He took out his wand and waved it quickly over his person, muttering quietly as his clothes seemed to flow off him, new ones taking their place till his entire outfit had changed. He wore long black jeans with a grey button up shirt and a black leather jacket with scuffed black combat boots. "Nice, kind of biker, rough and tough, it suits you," Hermione complimented and he nodded his thanks, storing his wand in the sleeve of his jacket. "Let's go," Hermione cheered, taking his hand and leading him down the St Trinian's driveway, the moment they walked out the gates Hermione began to skip, the ribbons she had tied in her hair to keep it from falling in her face bounced merrily and she hummed happily.
It only took them a few minutes to walk into town, the simple country lane was quiet and the two conversed leisurely, slowly entering the fair. Hermione smiled and thanked the man who let them through, giving them passes for all the rides and entrance passes for the tents, Snape managed a small grin, his time with Hermione had taught him that not everyone was as bad as they seemed and he tried to invest time in being a tiny bit nicer to the people he met. "We have to go on the dodgem cars first," Hermione insisted, pulling him towards the ride excitedly as he allowed her to lead him by his hand, "Fine but I want to try out the Cha-Cha," Snape bargained and she nodded, wondering how the stoic potions master would fare on a ride that tossed its riders around and around, coming so close to knocking the seats together only to pull away at the last minute. The two selected their cars and waited for the ride to start, the cars coming to life with a soft purring sound as the contestants started jetting about the floor, aiming to knock as many cars as hard as they could as many times as they could. The moment they stepped off the ride Snape lurched to the side and dry heaved over a bin, not yet having eaten anything that day in his haste to meet Hermione which was fortunate in that moment.
"Come on Sevvy, Cha-Cha time," Hermione chirped and he glared before softening and nodding, walking beside Hermione as she bounced from ride to ride. They stopped after the fourth ride to get some candy floss and lunch before continuing on their ride binge, moving from one to the next and repeating again and again. It was around 6 in the evening when the two finally found themselves on the Ferris wheel, having put it off for the last ride so they could catch their breath. "Look at the village," Hermione gasped, pointing at the village around them which glinted with the light cast from the sunset, the sun having sunk a fair way down below the horizon. The fair was starting to light up and the rides were purring loudly as kids could be heard shrieking. "It is rather picturesque isn't it," Snape conceded, comparing how his village had once looked to this one. "Why are you so nice to me? I mean all of the children I work with are scared of me and never really go past how I look," he asked honestly, having been thinking it for a while now. "You looked like you need a friend," Hermione said simply, shrugging and looking away from the sight spread out from them. Snape gaped at her in amazement, grown men were scared of him and here was a mere chit of a girl admitting that she wasn't scared of him because he need a friend. When she said it like that it seemed so simple, so childlike and innocent in its simplicity.
The two got off the ride and began to walk back through the fair, passing a different entrance man on their way out, Hermione waving politely as they stated to head down the same country road. "I have to go home now, don't I," Hermione sighed, knowing that even though she would see the potions master in a few days it was still a bit boring without him around, "Well yes. I have to get you back before dark but I will see you in four days, I expect you to be ready and on time for the train. Remember keep your ticket near you and run straight at the barrier between platform nine and ten, no stopping just go," he instructed and she nodded, looping an arm through his and smiling up at him. "I remember also no blowing up the compartments, no knocking out the driver and taking control of the train and no pushing people out of the boats," she giggled and he nodded, rolling his eyes at the fact that he had to shoot down every one of her ideas that she had presented to him. They stopped in front of the large double doors to the school and Hermione threw herself into Snape's arms, hugging the older man tightly. "I'm going to miss you," she sniffed, stepping back. "We're going to see each other in four days sunshine so just, be patient," he advised and she nodded, smiling happily. She gave him one last hug then ran inside, waving and sticking her tongue out at him as she closed the doors behind her. He laughed and shook his head at her childish action and spun on his heel, apparating back to Hogwarts station.
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Hermione woke up to a pile of bodies jumping on her, squishing her down into the mattress, "What the hell guys!" she screamed as several sets of fingers tickled her sides and feet. "You're going to magic school today! You're going to magic school!" they shrieked nearly in unison as she gasped and sat straight up in bed. "Shit what time is it?!" she cried, wide eyed and panting, "Calm down Mione, it's like quarter to ten," Annabelle intoned and Hermione stared at her in shock. "The train leaves at eleven!" she reminded them and the girls glanced about in shock before leaping to their feet, several shoved her towards the bathroom to shower while another picked out an outfit and shoved it in after her. She was showered in fifteen minutes and changed within ten, the other girls having already loaded her trunk into the school's hummer. She ate a quick breakfast, hugged everyone goodbye and rushed to the car. They only had thirty minutes till the train left and it would take twenty to get to the station. Annabelle and Kelly had both decided to ride with her and were squished onto the seat on either side.
"You have everything?" Kelly asked from beside her, knocking her gently with her shoulder, "Of course Kel, I don't think I could forget," Hermione admitted, touching her wand lightly through the fabric of her shirt, she had taken a page out of Snape's book and kept her wand on her at all times. "Just remember to cause as much chaos as possible, you must defend the anarchist title," Annabelle added, slipping into her lecturing tone as the other two girls rolled their eyes, despite her St Trinians education Annabelle still loved to lecture people, it was just the topic that had changed. They pulled up outside the station and the three exited the car, Hermione bouncing excitedly on her heels even though she would be sad to leave her family. The group of three entered the station, Hermione somehow managing to convince the two older girls to carry her trunk for her till they found a trolley. "Felidae darling! Come here girl!" she called, gasping in shock as a blur of black hit her chest and Felidae appeared, hissing angrily at a small sausage dog that had chased her towards Hermione. "Aw poor baby," Hermione cooed, gently scratching the now kitten under the neck, Felidae purring as her mistress caught that one spot she could not reach.
"Come on diddums, we're going to Hogwarts," she giggled, clutching Felidae to her chest and stalking towards platforms nine and ten, Kelly and Annabeth following behind with the trolley and trunk. The brunette stopped in front of the wall to the secret magical platform if what Snape had told her as correct, staring at what looked like solid brick. "I guess this is goodbye," she choked out, turning back to Annabelle and Kelly who hugged her tightly between them, "I'll see you next holidays, maybe, if you're still there," she conceded, knowing that it was both girl final year of schooling. She gazed mournfully at her trunk before looking up at the two, "I still can't believe you didn't let me bring my top hats," she pouted and they giggled, "You won't have anywhere to wear them Mione just remember, give 'em hell," Kelly advised and Hermione nodded proudly, glad to be the one representing St Trinians in the magical world.
She glanced at the clock and realised that she only had 5 minutes till the train would leave, that was about two minutes to say goodbye then get onto the platform, the barrier preventing muggles from entering the platform. "I'm going to miss you guys so much," she whispered, hugging each of them tightly then once at the same time, the two girls pulled back, several tears running down their cheeks. "We love you Mione so you better write, we'll send you as many new projects as we can," Kelly gave her a gentle push towards the barrier, smiling sadly as the brunette nodded resolutely and squared her shoulders, walking calmly towards the barrier. She turned her head at the last second and smiled cheekily, "Oh and Kelly, ask her out on a date yeah, Annabelle make sure to say yes," she called, hurrying quickly into the wall as the two girls watched with equally wide eyes. "So umm, how about dinner tonight?" Kelly asked hesitantly, rubbing the back of her neck as she glanced down at her shoes. "Sounds good," Annabelle cheered, unable to believe that she had managed to make the usual stoic Kelly so open.
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Hermione gazed about in awe, slowly pushing her trunk towards the train as she took in the hustle and bustle of the magical folk. Loud screeches from owls kept in cages and various voices assaulted her from all sides as she was buffeted along to the train door, her trunk dragged behind her as she pushed her way through the crowds. She scooped a mewling Felidae into her arms, the black kitten wailing pitifully after a man in flowing magenta robes had stood on her tail, the urge to transform into a lion and take a chunk out of his leg repressed as she remember her Mistresses training and behavioural lessons about how to act around the public and large crowds. "There, there sweetie. It's not too bad," Hermione soothed, patting her softly as she boarded the train and attempted to find an empty compartment, her trunk hitting the heels of her feet as she dragged it down the narrow corridor, taking a sudden turn into an empty compartment with rich crimson seats, plush and comfortable looking. She stowed her trunk in the racks above her head and took a seat, letting Felidae change into her tiger form as the striped cat laid down on the opposite end of the seat, creating a place for Hermione to place her head once the brunette had laid down, curling up on the seat as she yawned, absentmindedly patting the soft fur beneath her head.
The final whistles for boarding sounded and Hermione relaxed, burrowing further into Felidae's fur as the train slowly began to move, the calming click clacking of the wheels on the track lulling Hermione into a trance like state, her eyes glazing over as she slipped into a daydream of magical creatures like the ones in her books and herself sitting in a meadow patting them, a griffin nudging her shoulder. She came out of her daze as a startled screech pulled her from her daydream, her eyesight narrowing in on a shaking boy with brown hair, a chubby face and a frightened expression on his face as he pointed a shaking finger at Felidae, his school robes that he had already donned hiding his quivering for the most part. "Oh sorry," Hermione apologised, sitting up off the tiger and running a hand from her ears to her back, asking her to change back as she did. The tiger growled soothingly, licking the brunettes cheek before transforming into a small grey kitten with green eyes, turning in circles as she nestled herself on Hermione's shoulder. The boy watched the proceedings with wide eyes and Hermione offered him a warm smile which he hesitantly returned, calming down once he was certain that the cat wouldn't turn back into a tiger and eat him.
"I'm Hermione, Hermione Silver. This is my Alluvia, Felidae, she didn't mean to scare you," Hermione explained, said kitten staring up at him lazily as she lounged on her mistresses shoulder, blinking slowly before going back to playing with one of her long curls, batting it between her two front paws cutely. "That's… that's okay. My names Neville Longbottom, I was just wondering if you had seen a toad anywhere," he stammered, twisting his hands together nervously, Hermione wondered why anyone would want a toad when they could have a cat or even an owl but smiled politely at the boy all the same. "I'm sorry no, but I could help you look, just give me a minute to get changed," she grinned and he nodded quickly, backing out of the compartment and shutting the door behind him. She dragged her trunk down off the rack and opened it, grabbing the altered uniform she had placed on top and changing quickly.
Her white buttoned shirt had the sleeves changed from full length to go to just above the elbow, her skirt had been shortened by the girls at St Trinians to about just below mid-thigh and was pure black with gold flowers woven around the hem, an improvement over the old knee length, her cloak had been altered so it now flowed out behind her a bit like a bridal train, instead of the grey stockings they gave her she wore black ankle socks and a pair of silver and black 6 inch heeled combat boots with a sharpened heel curtsey of the emos. The one thing they hadn't really changed was her tie that had been left undone for now since she couldn't be bothered tying it. The only jewellery she wore was her mother's locket around her neck, tucked into her shirt and a silver charm bracelet with a charm from each of the cliques at St Trinians and a small cauldron added to it from Snape. She stepped out of the compartment, Felidae curling herself back onto Hermione's shoulder with a soft purr, combing her claws through Hermione's hair softly as Neville gaped at her. "That isn't how the uniforms supposed to look," he said, looking her over from head to toe. "Nope," she sung cheerfully, not even bothering to explain why she had changed it because truthfully, she didn't know herself.
"Okay if you go left, I'll go right," she suggested and he nodded, thanking her one more time with a grateful expression before walking down the corridor in the other direction, tapping on the doors as they were opened quickly by groups of people who stuck their heads out the door. Hermione turned in the opposite direction and started knocking on doors, ignoring the way people stared at her improved uniform as she questioned them, all denying they had any idea about Neville's toad. She sighed, opening another door and being greeted with two boys who stared at her with visible curiosity. "Have either of you seen a toad, Neville's seems to have lost one and I think for the first time ever I wasn't the one to steal it," she sniggered at her own joke and turned her attention to the raven haired boy who at least tried to look like he wasn't staring. Hermione was a very observant person and after becoming obsessed with Sherlock Holmes and his mysteries she had learnt how to break people down and figure out about their lives without even having a conversation. She used this now to examine the boy across from her.
Clothes too big for his small frame so either an orphan, poor or a youngest sibling of many, glasses that had been broken one to many times so either bullied or incredibly clumsy, kind eyes so most likely has a soft heart, very slight frame maybe abuse and were those bruises shaped like fingers, Hermione scowled internally, she hated the idea of abusers and by the size of those fingerprints they were most like a man, probably a legal guardian because judging by that scar he was the famous Harry Potter. "We've already told him we haven't seen it," the red head said and Hermione only just realised she hadn't introduced herself. "Hermione Silver, brilliant mind, awesome prankster and just all around amazing person," she joked, brushing imaginary dust off her shoulders in an attempt to break the tension. It worked and Harry smiled up at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling up, a small meow from her shoulder distracted her and she gently petted the small kitten, "This is Felidae, she doesn't like being ignored," Hermione grinned and the kitten open one eye lazily, looking at them slowly before closing it again and burrowing her soft face back into Hermione's neck.
"Wow I have never seen a cat look that disdainful, I'm Harry Potter," the raven haired boy said, cringing up at her as if expecting her to make a big fuss, "Yeah she has a special talent for that, be thankful she hasn't bitten you. And you are?" she asked, turning to look down at the red head, "Ron, well Ronald Weasley but everyone calls me Ron," he admitted and Hermione nodded, only just noticing he had his wand out. "Oh are you doing magic. Let's see then," she sat down beside Harry and grinned at the boy, seeing him smile back out of the corner of her eye. Ron grimaced but pulled a rat onto his lap and pointed his wand at it, "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow" he rhymed, jabbing his wand at the rat who remained the same colour if a little more tired. "Are you sure that's a real spell?" Hermione asked suspiciously, all the spells she had tried had only been one or two words, sometimes three. "Not really but the twins gave it to me and knowing them it's probably not," he looked angry and Hermione couldn't help but feel it was his own fault for being so stupid as to believe these so called twins. "Well I've only tried a few spells myself but they've all worked for me," she said, pulling her wand out from her sleeve and flicking it in Harry's direction, muttering a spell under her breathe to repair his glasses. "You're welcome," she chimed, standing up and skipping out of the compartment, only just remembering her mission to find Neville's toad.
She stopped outside a compartment several doors down, slowly approaching the end of the train with no sign of Neville's toad, Trevor. Muffled shrieks came from inside and she grinned, wanting to know if there was anything mischievous going on, she knocked politely, hearing quiet whispers inside as the compartment suddenly went quiet, the door was flung open by a tall ball with black dreadlocks, he looked down at her, cocking an eyebrow when he saw her altered uniform, "You a ickle firstie?" he asked condescendingly, probably not meaning to be mean, and she sneered, resisting the urge to throw her heel into his toe as he refused to open the door. "I'm here to ask about a toad so unless you open the door then I'm going to set Fe on you," she smiled charmingly, gesturing to the kitten on her shoulder and he laughed, "Names Lee, Lee Jordan and what exactly do you think she can do to me?" he asked amused, obviously expecting her to back down but she smirked and hissed harshly between her teeth, Fe fixed her luminescent green eyes on the boy before hopping off Hermione's shoulder and transforming into a panther, growling warningly at the boy who shrieked and back up into the compartment, stumbling over several legs spread across the gap.
"What the hell Lee," a disembodied voice asked, a pale hand stretching out to whack the dark skinned boy in the back of the head, "P..P..Panther," he gasped, pointing a shaking finger at her as she strutted into the compartment. "You ever try to lower me down by using a status like that I'll let her eat you," she spat out, tapping her shoulder twice, an obvious signal as the panther growled once more warningly before changing into a small tabby kitten with brown eyes, once more curling up on Hermione's shoulder as she patted the kitten calmingly. The occupants of the carriage stared at her in awe, a set of red haired twins almost reverently as she sat down on the end of the seat. "Now I only came to ask if any of you had seen a toad. A boy called Neville's lost one and I promised him I would help him find it," she tossed her hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head innocently to the side. "No we haven't. I'm Katie Bell, second year same as this lot and that was wicked what you just did," she squealed, Hermione smiled politely and turned to the other occupants of the carriage, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.
"Is that a spider?" she gasped, staring at a long hairy leg that was slowly emerging from the cardboard box, switching seats so that she was sitting next to one of the red haired twins, she slowly lifted the lid of the box and let the huge spider crawl out onto her cupped palms, the creature staring her down as she stroked a finger down its thorax softly, cooing gently as she let it crawl over her lap and hands. "How did you do that, Toxic ain't never reacted to anyone like that?" Lee asked, taking the seat across from her as she continued to play with the tarantula. "I love spiders," she shrugged, not knowing what the big deal was. "Now are you guys going to introduce yourselves?" she asked, placing the tarantula back into its box carefully, stroking its back one last time. "Right well you already know Katie and Lee but I'm Angelina, Angeline Johnson," she put out a hand for Hermione to shake, the brunette grinned charmingly and pushed the full force of her personality behind it, shaking the girls hand warmly, "It's wonderful to meet you," she said, turning to the only two in the compartment who hadn't been introduced.
"Fred and George Weasley, pranksters extraordinaire," they said at the same time, grinning the same smile, their voices and movements perfectly in synch, "Nice to meet you two, it's nice to know I won't be the only prankster. My name's Hermione, Hermione Silver" she grinned only for a snort to interrupt their greeting, a troll looking boy standing in the doorway, a sneer on his face as he surveyed the occupants of the carriage, his posse behind him doing the same. "Flint, Marcus Flint. What's a nice respectable pureblood like you doing with filth like this," he sneered and she scowled, climbing to her feet and turning to face him. "What are you talking about filth, you smell like you just climbed out of a garbage disposal," she snarked, pretending to hold her breath, a few chuckles sounding from behind her. "Don't you know, Jordan here is a half-blood his mama fell for a dirty muggle, Bell is the same except it was her scum of a father who went for a muggle slut. Angelina here is a mudblood, someone who doesn't even deserve her powers and the twins, the little Weasley's disgusting blood traitors, betray their own kind they do. You're much better off if you stay with us," he drawled, his posse nodding along with his every word as the people behind Hermione turned maroon with anger, about to give him a piece of their minds when Hermione stepped forward, craning her neck to look up since she was so small for her age.
"Listen here you freak of nature. Just because you mama looks like a hag and your father was a troll doesn't give you the right to diss on other people. I know you must have had a horrible childhood with the other children in the archaic village you grew up in mistaking you for the monster under the bed and throwing stones at you which explains your horrible posture, but let me get one thing clear. Your so called "pure blood" that your so damn proud of is due to decades and decades of inbreeding in which your disgusting little ancestors decided to decimate the filth as you so call them they had to fuck their own relatives which is now known as illegal though that doesn't appear to have stopped your family because I'm pretty sure you can only get a face that ugly due to years of incest." She punctuated each fact with a poke to the chest while his eyes grew more and more narrow with each passing statement, finally drawing his wand and pointing it at her face, an action she laughed at.
"Now listen up one last time, if you ever try and call someone those names again while I'm around, hell if I here you call anyone any name that picks on something that makes them who they are again I will stuff that stick you call a wand so far up your arse that when you go down on your little groupies tonight they'll be able to feel it in the back of your throat now run along you pathetic whiny bitch before I snap your wand and bust your balls," she threatened, her face inches from his, a spark of rebellious fire and madness glinted in her eyes, making him turn and stalk away, throwing curses back at her as his posse slowly dispersed. She turned back around the see the people in the carriage staring at her in disbelief as well as faces poking out of the doors and looking into the corridors as they watched the girl who had given a verbal lashing to some of the most feared Slytherins at Hogwarts. Just as one of the twins went to speak the whistled blew for the stopping at the station and Hermione smiled at them all, "Time to go to Hogwarts," she cheered, ignoring their stunned looks at the way she had defended them. It was fun to cause havoc.
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