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As she made her way to Harry's
apartment to get him his hot chocolate, Hermione forgot to cast the
spell towards the lights in the hall. She couldn't technically do
so since she was carrying the cup of chocolate in each of her hand.
Of course she could have put a locomotor spell on them, but she was
starting to feel tired again and she did not think about it. That,
unfortunately made Peeves to come around. The little evil poltergeist
was more than happy to have his say and hurried towards the lights to
see who was there and what he could do to make this person feel
miserable enough. He was delighted to see it was Hermione, after all,
she had been Head Girl once and he had been unable to get her at that
time because she had been very careful not to cross his way during
her last year in Hogwarts. Now was his revenge!
He silently
arrived just in her back and suddenly screamed as much as he could.
Hermione jumped and screamed as well as she was startled to death.
She screamed all the more when she got burned by the hot chocolate.
Peeves was laughing and quickly getting to another floor so that he
could not be caught by the now very angry witch.
"Peeves
I'll get you out of Hogwarts!" shouted the witch.
"What
happened?" asked Harry going out of his apartment.
"This
stupid Peeves startled me and I burned myself with the hot chocolate
I was going to bring you," stated Hermione.
"Show me,"
asked Harry taking both Hermione's hands.
"It's not that
bad," she started, "I'll ask Ginny a healing potion tomorrow,
it's not like it's a serious burn anyway."
"You really
should go to Ginny to heal that," stubbornly said Harry, "It
might be more serious than you think."
"Oh come on Harry,"
Hermione answered, "It really is no big deal, and I assure you that
I'll survive with some cold water on it until Ginny can give me her
potion tomorrow." She then took her wand and gestured to the broken
cups. "Repero!". Suddenly, all the pieces of china moved in order
to form two perfect cups, even the tiniest of the pieces.
"I
guess I can't do anything about the chocolate unfortunately,"
said Hermione.
"I don't care about the chocolate; really,
I just needed to have it to keep me awake." said Harry. "How
comes you were the one to bring it to me anyway? I asked Dobby to do
it." He asked.
"Well it's a coincidence actually; I was
in the kitchen making one for myself when I met Dobby. So he finished
the chocolate and Ii told him that I'll bring it to you, it's
that simple." She said matter of factly.
"Needed to stay
awake to work on your book?" he teased, "Or trouble sleeping?"
he then seriously asked.
"Got another nightmare," Hermione
finally answered after having wondered what to answer for a few
seconds.
Harry sighed at her answer. He knew oh so well how
depressing those nightmares could be. He had those kinds during
years. Now he was only dreaming of his parents and Sirius, it was
nice dreams although disturbing as they were not here anymore. Those
dreams were vivid, as if they were talking to him during his sleep.
That's why he was making researches in very thick books. That's
why he needed to stay awake; he really needed to be sure those were
dreams and not messages from the dead people he missed the most. He
had been taking lots of books from the library since he was at
Hogwarts, looking for the slightest information about what he was
experiencing. He even had borrowed a divination book. The one called
"A New Interpretation of your dreams, by Sybil Trelawney". Of
course he could have talk about it with Hermione. He was sure she
could have pointed him to the most pertinent book ever about the
subject in a matter of seconds. But he didn't want to talk about it
right now. He felt people would either laugh at him, or pity him. And
he had enough of both those reactions over the year to have to bear
with it again. Somehow he knew Hermione would not react that way, but
he was not ready. Maybe later though.
Hermione looked at him
as he was deeply immersed in his thoughts. She was cleaning the hot
chocolate mess on the floor but starting at him at the same time. He
looked tired, really tired. Maybe he was having nightmares as well?
He was the same Harry as she had known for years thought. Messy
untamed black hair, deep emerald eyes, glasses she remembered she had
been repairing a countless of times... Except now those eyes were
tired, very much so. Hermione quickly finished her work with the hot
chocolate and looked back at Harry.
"Do you want me to get
you another cup?" she asked.
"What?" asked Harry as if
suddenly surfacing to the current situation again.
"Do you
want another cup of hot chocolate?" asked Hermione.
"No
it's alright, I need to sleep now, I'll see you tomorrow then,"
he said.
"Ok, good night Harry," said Hermione before
going back to her apartment.
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The
following morning, Hermione woke up and grimaced at her hands, they
were very red and it was hurting her a lot. She put robes on her
night gown and quickly made her way to the infirmary. At this time,
no one would come across her, besides, the students were not here.
She took her wand with her. If this evil Peeves was coming across her
path this time, she'll give him a piece of her mind!
As she
arrived in the infirmary, she saw Professor Snape exiting the huge
room that was used as a dormitory for the student that might be ill
during the year. He saw her and made a quick bow with his head to
greet her and then resumed his walk towards his dungeon. What could
he be doing in the infirmary so early in the morning? Hermione
knocked at the door and asked for Ginny when the door opened to a
house-elf.
"I'd like to see Ginny, please," Hermione
gently said to the house elf.
"I is not finished with the
cleaning," answered the house-elf, "But I is looking for Ginny
Weasley for you."
"Thank you, what's your name?" asked
Hermione.
"Me name is Letty," answered the house-elf
making her way towards Ginny's office.
"Hermione? Do you
need something?" asked Ginny.
"Yes," simply answered
Hermione showing her hands to Ginny.
"Oh my god, when did
that happened?" enquired Ginny.
"This night, with hot
chocolate, this stupid Peeves scared me and here's the result"
Hermione said.
"You should have woken me, really." stated
Ginny.
"Yeah, I know that's what Harry told me." She
said.
"What do you mean, he told you to come and see me? You
mean this night? Come on Miss
'I'm-going-to-see-my-nothing-more-than-a-best-friend-in-the-middle-of-the-night,
spit it out! What were you doing with Harry in the middle of the
night? I wanna know everything!"
"You wish,"
mischievously answered Hermione.
That made Ginny's jaw to
drop. She clearly was not expecting that at all.
"What? What
do you mean? Did something happen between the two of you? It's
about time!" said a happy Ginny.
"Calm down girl, I was
only teasing. The only thing that indeed happened is that," said
Hermione gesturing to her hands.
"Oh I'll get you for
making me think you had finally said something to Harry!" said
Ginny. "Right, let me get you a good healing potion and in a matter
of one hour, your burns will be forgotten.
"Speaking of
potions, what was Snape doing here?" asked Hermione. She was most
surprised when she realized Ginny was now furiously blushing.
"He
was just bringing me some potions I needed." she answered trying to
hide her blush as much as possible. "Here's what you need. If you
still feel the burn after lunch, come back to see me, I'll give you
more potion."
"Ok," answered Hermione.
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Now
that she was back in her apartment, she prepared a bath with some
perfumed oil and she went back to her bedroom to choose her clothes
while the bath tub was being filled. Then again, she made a switch
with her wand to start the muggle stereo and she sang along the music
while putting some of the potion on her hands. She then casted a
protecting spell on it so that she could take her bath without
hurting her hands or avoiding any kind of effect from the potion.
Then she came back inside the bathroom and she relaxed in her bath
still singing. She liked this routine in the morning, especially when
she did not have to wake up early. She had enough time to do so
today; otherwise she was sometimes doing it in the evening, most of
the times after an exhausting day. Today she'll be working on her
schedule, deciding how she was going to follow the program that had
been decided for her classes. Then she'll get her official schedule
from Headmistress McGonagall to see which classes she'll have
during the week. She'll have to choose the Gryffindor's prefects
as well as being the new Head of Gryffindor and she'll have her
word to give on who will be the new captain of the Gryffindor's
Quidditch team. She'll have to decide on a pass word for the
Gryffindor Tower as well. As scared as she was of failing in her
duties, she was really starting to feel excited about the whole
thing.
She then exited the bathtub to circle herself with a
huge towel still humming along the radio. She then dried her hair and
tried to tame them as best as she could. Truth be told, she was doing
way better than she once did with her hair. She had finally succeeded
in getting them some kind of control over her hair. When she was
ready, she headed to the Great Hall to have breakfast.
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As
soon as she was done with breakfast, she headed towards her office to
check on the papers Headmistress McGonagall had gave her. She was
eager to see what kind of schedule she will have during the year. She
sat on her chair and began to read the time table. On Monday she was
giving double Charms on First years and then she was giving a one
hour class at the seventh years. After lunch she was giving them
another two-hour class. On Tuesday, she was giving double-charms to
the second years and a one-hour then two-hour class to the sixth
years. On Wednesday, she'll have two hours with the third years and
one hour with the fourth year. Then, after lunch she was having a
two-hour class with the fifth years. On Thursday, she'll teach the
fourth years during two hours and then the fifth years during on
hour. She was then giving two periods to the sixth years before and
then the seventh years. She'll have all her Friday to herself but
she suspected she'll use it for her Head of Gryffindor's duties
and to prepare her classes. She was having the four houses together
in each of her classes. That was fine with her but she suspected it
will be very impressive to teach to so many people at once. She knew
she was ready for that, Charms were one of her favourite subject and
she read so many books about it! She knew her stuff. Her only point
of concern was her behaviour towards her students. She didn't
really know how to react and how to make them to listen to her.
She
was glad she'll be starting with the first years. She thought that
somehow they'll be easier to manage. But right after them, she was
teaching the seventh years during 3 full hours. That was dreadful!
What if she couldn't manage her class? She'll have to ask advices
to Harry or McGonagall about it, she needed to be ready. After all,
she had managed to be a good Head Girl on her seventh year, which was
a little bit the same after all. Well of course she didn't have to
teach a whole class at the time, but she did lecture some people when
they were having a bad behaviour.
She put her schedule aside
and looked at the prefects proposition list. She knew nothing about
them in fact; it was very difficult to make a choice. There were a
little sum up of their current behaviour next to each name, and there
were their marks as well. They were all quite successful in their
studies it seems. Then again, she put the list aside and decided to
have a word with the Headmistress about it. She took the next paper
that was entitled "Gryffindor's Quidditch team". She smiled and
thought Harry could help. Then again, how was she supposed to choose
someone while she did not know the team? Really, why on earth had
they chosen her as Head of Gryffindor? She sighed and took the next
paper. This one was about choosing the Gryffindor's Tower
passwords. Now that was a thing she could do! Finally! She wrote a
couple of passwords and headed towards the Fat Lady portrait to give
them to her.
Once again, a surge of nostalgia took over her
as she was making her way to the tower. She had spent some many happy
memories there. She surprised herself when she realized she was
taking all her time to go there, savouring the moment. She smiled
when he took the staircase that had once guided her, Harry and Ron to
the third floor that was out of bound at the time. How many times had
they used those stairs under Harry's invisibility cloak?
When
she arrived at the Fat Lady's portrait, she was greeted by a very
excited portrait indeed.
"My dear, I am so delighted that
you're the new Head of Gryffindor, nothing against Minerva of
course." She quickly added.
"Hello," said Hermione, "I'm
here to give you the new passwords for the term."
"Of
course dear, just tell them to me and it's ok."
"Right,
so, I thought we could change it each month if it's alright with
you." started Hermione.
"Good idea dear, go ahead and I'll
memorize them all."
"Ok, right now the password's
Guiverna McCloud, so let's keep it like that, we'll change it in
September to be Dumbledore's Phoenix, October's will be Shrieking
Shack, November will be Diagon Alley and December will be Firebolt."
She said. "If it's working like that, I'll soon give you the
other passwords."
"I got them dear." stated the
portrait.
Hermione then looked at her. "Could I have a look
inside? I kind of miss it."
"Password?" required the
portrait.
"Guinerva McCloud." stated Hermione.
"You
may enter," simply answered the Fat Lady.
Hermione was
suddenly overwhelmed by all the memories that were surfacing. The
fireplace where they had been talking to Sirius was there. The
armchair where she had spent hundreds of hours studying, the
staircase to the girls dormitory ... The table where Harry and Ron
where playing wizards chess. She remembered the parties that were
held here when they won the Quidditch cup, the enchanted banners and
all the food and butterbeer the Weasley twins were bringing back from
the kitchen. All had remained unchanged.
She sat on an
armchair and stayed there delighted to be back to what had been her
house during seven years. As she had not had enough sleep the
previous night, she finally fell asleep on the
armchair.
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