This is my second chappie now! HORAH!
I hope that everyone will keep reading and keep reviewing, as that is the way I will keep writing!
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Winkler: Thanx for being my first, and so far my only reviewer.
I forgot to mention my disclaimer last time so here goes:
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot; after all, J. K. Rowling is the criminal mastermind… I mean the mastermind after all the characters, setting and pretty much everything else other than the plot and Andrew – ANDREW IS MY CREATION!
HERMIONE
I poked my head through the nearest compartment doors, expecting to probably find some normal old Hufflepuff's or Ravenclew's, or worse still, Malfoy and his gang, but instead I found Ron, Ginny, Harry and someone I didn't know. I found my eyes straying up and down his body, and took extra care to notice his jet black hair hanging over his face, and his muscular arms. He looked too old to be a first year, so he was probably a new sixth or seventh year. I flirtatiously smiled and battered my eyelashes at him, but mentally slapped my head for it.
'Stop it Hermione! You're acting just like Pansy would!' That made me shudder, just even thinking about her would make anyone shudder. "Weel, except maybe Malfoy," I thought bitterly. But utting that behind me, I put on the most natural smile I could.
"Hi guys!" I cried, indicating towards my friends. Then turning towards the new kid, I continued. "I'm Hermione Granger," I introduced myself, "what's you're name?" The boy stood up and offered me a seat. I smiled and took it, waiting for his reply.
"I'm Andrew," He said back as he sat down next to me, his hand brushing the side of my leg. I could feel his eyes on me. His wonderful blue eyes, his eyes that fell back underneath his hair, his eyes that looked so intriguing, but so soft all in one go. "I'm a first year." I laughed heartily, knowing it was just a joke.
"No seriously," I snorted, covering my mouth. "What year?" I managed to stop laughing for enough time to see the hurt expression on his face. "Oh," I whispered, realising that he was telling the truth. No later than that, did the gang told him what Dumbledore and Fudge had told Andrew.
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I was sitting down at the Gryffindor Table, but I was up on my tippee-toes (if one can do so whilst sitting down), looking for Andrew amongst the nervous first years waiting to be sorted. It wasn't too hard, as he was about six foot one, and the eleven year olds were all about 120 centimetres tall. Quite a difference once you see the heights right next to each other. The tallest first year probably came up to about his chest, which is about my chin. I watched intently as the whispers around me subsided and Professor McGonagall walked up in front of the Staff table, and placed the Sorting Hat onto the small stool. She then conjured up a larger, which I guess is for Andrew. The sorting hat's mouth opened and it burst into song.
'It's the start to a school year,
but still look forward to the rest,
'cause people say that,
school years are your best,
It's now time to start learning,
memorize what you forgot,
'cause you'll get punished otherwise,
whether you like it or not,
Remember keep your friends close,
but your enemies even closer,
as all in all and out in out,
everyone's in for an interesting year!"
A couple of whispers swept through the room once the sorting hat solidly closed its mouth. This sounded kind of like the song it sung in my second year, kind of like a warning of some sort. I closed my brain and paid attention to Professor McGonagall, who was about to speak.
"Ackedria, Sally." the Professor said, reading from the long list. She motioned for Sally to sit on the smaller stool. An instant after the hat was placed on her head, the hat yelled out "SLYTHERIN!" In a loud voice so that everyone in the Great Hall could here it. The Slytherin table roared, but I noted that Malfoy only sat there smugly, clapping his hands together as though he didn't care. I gave him the evils, but then realised that he wasn't looking at me, and that it wouldn't be that effective.
"Adams, Andrew," Professor McGonagall then yelled out, catching my attention I watched as Andrew swaggered up to sit onto the big stool. A hush went around the room as some of the least observant ones realised that there was an old, tall, and hot first year sitting on the stool. As the hat was placed on his jet black, ruffled hair, I willed for him to be placed into Gryffindor. On the train trip up, I had learnt a lot about Andrew, as had he learnt about the wizarding world. I had offered to tutor him in any particular subject that he found hard. After about two minutes, the hat was still sitting on Andrew's head, murmuring to him and I could tell that Andrew was pretty freaked out about a talking hat, as I could see the whites off his knuckles from halfway down the hall. Another minute passed before the hat finally made his decision.
"GRYFFINDOR!" It yelled out, and the Gryffindor table erupted into cheers, indicating where Andrew should head. I waved at him, hinting for him to sit next to us.
"Whew," he said, as he sat down next to me, "well that was so fucking nerve wrecking." A couple of the older kids just shrugged it off, but we were sitting in close proximity to some of the second and third years, who had also heard him say the F-word, as the Gryffindors were finishing cheering him on.
"Just a tip-off," I said, whispering into his ear, "if we swear too badly we'll get punished." I paused making sure he had heard me right, "and so make sure you don't say the F-word." I moved away slightly, but added in at the last minute, "Congratulations." After that, my heart was pumping so fast at being able to sit so close to him. I could almost feel the warmth of his body.
"Snap out of it Hermione!" I mentally yelled at myself, "You've got OWL's this year, and you've got to concentrate on your studies." This put me back together, and so I just acted around Andrew as I would around Harry and Ron. Not too soon later, I found myself sitting back in the seat, patting my full stomach. I could see everyone else around me doing the same, except for Ron. I swear, that man has a bottomless pit for a stomach. I grimace when I see him stuff some pudding in his mouth, right alongside the chicken that I could clearly see still in his mouth. I looked away and found myself looking into Andrew's eyes. We stayed there, as if in a trance, but I quickly looked away, reminding myself of the OWL's.
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I lay back in bed, looking at the plain white ceiling of the sixth year girls dormitory. I turned onto my side, trying to get comfortable with my head over my head. I had never known that Lavender could snore so loud. I turned onto the other side, trying to keep from letting my thoughts stray back to Andrew. I think I was beginning to grow an obsession. It only took a moment for me to look at his tanned complexion, and even the way he dressed. It seemed to give him the essence of rebel, but I could see through that outer layer. I could tell that he was scared about having to learn magic. I could tell from the way he held his wand on the train, as I attempted to show him some easy spells. It was as though he was afraid. I let go of my thoughts and tried to drift to sleep, pleasing myself with thoughts of school the next morning.
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I sat up in my bed; sweat, streaming down my face and my sheets curled up in a profound fashion around my legs. I wiped my forehead with my pyjama sleeves. Swinging my legs around the side of the bed, I got up and headed into the bathroom. I got a drink of water a looked at myself in the mirror. I was never really fond of my looks. My bushy hair had tamed over the holidays, but it was still bushier than anyone's I had ever known. I grabbed the closest brush, trying to untangle all the knots that consumed my hair. After about five minutes of struggle, I slammed the brush down in frustration, walked back to bed and sat down at the end of it. It was seven am on Saturday morning. It was too early to go down to breakfast, but too late to go back to sleep. I decided that the best idea was to wait down in the common room for someone to get up, even if it was for an hour. It was the first Quidditch match today, Slytherin vs Ravenclaw.I knew that Harry was going to be up for that, and Ron wouldn't miss it for the world. Of course, Harry and Ron would have to meet everyone else in the Gryffindor team before heading down, so they could analyse the way that both teams worked together. Something about having to be able to read the oppositions moves at all times. Some stupid Quidditch Philosophy. Nothing I knew about. Once dressed, I headed down the stairs.
A/N: I hope you liked the second chapter of this most thrilling adventure of all time! Anyway…
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