No I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: Just so some of you know, and I know I should have said this in the first chapter but forgot and don't feel like fixing it.
If Only I Could is going through a renovation, I am re-editing, re-writing, and re-plotting some of it. Don't worry all the old chapters will still be in this story, only later, and with some modifications.
P.S. Some of the Spells, Potions, Creatures, Words….etc used in this fanfic are made up by me to help fit what I'm trying to get across.
Hermione threw her self on her temporary bed in the prefects Ravenclaw room. Her day had been rather eventful what with all the students whispering about her, teachers asking question after question. She wasn't entirely sure if they were testing her, or Buckingham's teaching quality, she assumed a little of both.
Her day also didn't go without a run in with a few not so pleasant Ravenclaw's down in the common room. Of course she had been sorted into Gryffindor, but until she could be placed in her own house McGonagall needed to figure out sleeping arrangements. Which was a very good thing, the last thing Hermione wanted was to be placed into some first year's rooms with a bunch of bubbling twelve year olds.
Needless to say the Ravenclaw House was not happy with sharing their house with someone who was, well, not of their house.
She heard the whispers around Hogwarts today. She was an alleged traitor, someone not to be trusted by any house because she had defied the sorting hat. The one benefit she had though in this time everyone seemed to be considering her a pureblood. That could lend to some benefits later on indeed.
Hermione decided to crack open a few of her text books, she was already a few weeks behind. Not that it would be hard for her to catch up, she was Hermione Granger after all.
Right as she was finishing up chapter 8 of Ancient Ruins, there was a knock on her door. She felt relieved to have something else to be doing. Not that reading about Roman, Greek and Persian writing wasn't interesting or anything.
"Hello?" Mya smiled a confused smile to a small black haired girl.
"Hi," the girl replied. "Dumbledore sent me to get you some things, ummm." The girl stumbled a bit before she handed over a bag. When Hermione looked inside there was quills, parchment, a few other supplies, as well as that blasted divination crystal ball.
Hermione felt like throwing the stupid little crystal sphere against the wall. She really didn't like divination.
"Um, thank you." Just as Hermione was about to close the door on the third year she spoke up.
"I'm Emma."
"I'm Mya, Um; would you like to come in?" It was really the only thing Hermione could think up to say to the small girl.
"No, I just wanted to introduce myself; there is a lot of talk going around about you. Especially how you denied the Slytherin house earlier today." The girl looked as innocent as possible.
"Oh," Hermione wasn't falling for this. "Really now, to be honest I don't feel like divulging any information to a gossiper. Whoever you are, working for, tell them I'm not interested in telling my secrets for the entire school to know about. Thank you for the bag's Emma, really."
Hermione slammed her picture door down. This earned her a very angry Knight in Armor and nearly a half hour of yelling about how to treat a picture. Oh she loved silencing charms. Especially when she was trying to go to sleep.
The next morning Hermione was up extra early. She wanted to go through a few things in her mind. Something along the lines of what she was doing here, what her story was, how she was going to interact with a few certain people, and what on earth she was going to do when she got back to her time to realize she could possibly be put away for fiddling with history.
She styled her new hair into a chopstick hold with a few loose strands, some dark makeup, and another nicely fit school robe. Only this time she opted for some comfortable converse instead of six inch boots.
As she walked down the hall she heard the whispers, saw the quick glances, and it was doing nothing but aggravating her. Then she spotted the small girl Emma, talking to a group of older girls, looking at her conspicuously.
"Hi Emma." Hermione put on the fakest smile she could muster and said her hello in the cheeriest voice that was sickening. It let Emma know exactly where she stood on Hermione's list of people to trust.
"Hi." Was her poor response. I guess it went to show that even Ravenclaw could have its sour apples, not that Emma was nearly as bad as a Slytherin, or as bad as she could be. Mya just received this vibe from Emma that she simply didn't like.
For once she was glad that her classes were generally Gryffindor and Slytherin paired.
Her first class of the day was Potions, something she was interested in attending, seeing as Snape would be in her class. It made Hermione curious as to who the teacher would be, though she had an Idea that it was the crazy slug man, but she could still hope right?
She took her seat, surprised that it wasn't in a dungeon or some musty old tower room. Nope, in fact it was on the third floor, left Corridor, in a highly clean room. The only thing familiar was Snape sitting in the front row with a particular blond boy.
Hermione was seated next to a boy named Julius Mouse, and he was anything but mousey, he must have been at least two hundred and seventy pounds, and he smelt something like mildew and salt. But it was the only seat open for her to take, apparently the girl that used to sit there, a Veronica York, dropped out or N.E.W.T. level and opted instead for an O.W.L. level. The talk around Hogwarts was that she dropped because of her seat next to Julius, something Hermione could almost understand.
Then he walked in, professor Slughorn, man she had hoped that he wouldn't be the teacher, but alas her luck wasn't all the great.
"Today class, we have a new student, welcome Mya Granger." With that the git bowed to her and smiled the fakest smile she had ever seen. She hated this man in her time; no doubt she would hate him now. But she decided to give a small wave and smile.
"So Miss Granger, tell us a bit about you?" At that question students seats turned to look at her, everyone was interested in knowing something about her. Then she noticed Sirius sitting just a few rows ahead of her, looking at her, she just wanted to run up and hug him with all her might.
"Well, I transferred from Buckingham school of Wizardry, I used to live with my parents, and I did well in school, and had some very dear friends that I had to leave behind." She hoped that would sum up this classes questions, but apparently it was going to be just like the others had been yesterday.
"What are some of your hobbies?" Professor Slughorn had that smile on, the smile that said he enjoyed making new students uncomfortable, she knew this was all information that he would use later on to try and bribe her into his stupid slug club thing.
"Well, I enjoy reading and learning sir. I also enjoy quidditch, shopping, and boys." With that the class laughed. "I also enjoy a good challenge, weather it be academic, magical or physical. I used to ride horses as well when I was younger." With that Hermione pulled out her potions book, parchment and paper in an attempt to signal that she was hoping to move on with the class. Slughorn took the bait.
"Well then, thank you Miss Granger. Open your books to page twenty three." The title of the chapter on page twenty three was 'ways to spot a liar and potions to help you do it' How Ironic Hermione thought to her self.
Hermione couldn't have been more relived when Potions was finally over. Of course she excelled at the potions lesson, was able to brew a simpler potion then versitaium that forced people not to lie for a day. Of course they could find ways out of telling the truth, and because she and only a few other students were able to brew it without instruction, well now Slughorn was opting for her to be in his cult.
Looking down at the letter he had handed her after class, told her to consider once she read it. She just knew, and she wasn't exactly, what's the word, thrilled.
"Granger," A boy clapped her on the back and held out his other hand to her "I'm Zackery Flare, you can call me Zack." Hermione gave him an odd look but took the offered hand.
"Mya Granger, but you obviously already knew that." She gave a small smile; this boy was rather dashing to say the least.
"I was wondering if I could get to know you a bit, possibly take you to the quidditch game this Friday." Hermione glanced at his robe and noticed he was a Slytherin.
"Why would you want to take me, wasn't it a public humiliation for me to deny your house?" Hermione shook his hand off her shoulder and continued walking.
"Not really," Zack yelled back as he nearly jogged to keep up with her brisk walk "I get that you most likely don't trust me and all."
"Most likely." Hermione replied, turning to look at him.
"Look, I only got placed into Slytherin because I'm a pureblood, not all that courageous, and not all that smart, and well my parents kind of forced me into it, I didn't know anything about any of the other houses when I got here." Zack gave Mya a pleading look.
"Compelling story, but how am I supposed to know your not just making this up so I trust you?" Zack just shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose I don't, alright then Zack, I'll give you a chance this Friday, but be warned you mess with me and you'll be fucking with the wrong woman." Hermione gave Zack a sweet smile that had a warning undertone.
"Cool, alright then, well what's your next class?" As the two started to walk in sync. "I have Care of Magical Creatures; I think Hagrid is a little crazy, though I'm sure you'll find out." Hermione shook her head no.
"Actually I have Charms, I don't have Hagrid's class I took plenty classes on creatures in Buckingham, though my Care teacher did have a lot to say about his teaching styles." Zack looked a little disappointed when she mentioned Charms class but didn't mention it. Meanwhile down the hall Professor McGonagall was watching the two in interest before Professor Bubble walked by.
"Its interesting professor, look, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin actually talking in the halls. Together. In public." Minerva stated in awe.
"Yes well, her loyalties are in question among all the houses." Professor Bubble replied. "She was sorted into Slytherin at first you know, I would keep your mind to that fact."
Minerva agreed with a grim smile, she wasn't quite sure what to make of this new Mya girl, though Dumbledore seemed to trust her completely. She would have to speak with him later on this issue.
It was Friday, and that meant that Slytherin and Hufflepuff would be matching up in the Quidditch games. It was quite different in her time, there Slytherin and Gryffindor were always pitted against each other first, I guess in this time they saved the best match for last.
But Friday also meant another very important event. Hermoine, correction Mya, had a date with a Slytherin boy named Zack Flare. A very cute boy named Zack Flare. A very cute boy named Zack Flare that had asked her on a date.
Hermione wasn't dumb though, she knew that this could be a trap, a hoax of some kind that could really explode back in her face. She really hoped it wouldn't.
She checked her looks one more time in the mirror, she was sporting a pair of jeans, grey long sleeve shirt, and a scarf that had Silver, Gold, Green, and Red all in one. She called it her mixed house scarf. She was of course showing off her Gryffindor pride, but her date was Slytherin, and since she didn't much care for Hufflepuff to win the match she was going to root for Slytherin, hence she added some Green and Silver.
She was really curious to see how her multi-cultural house scarf would go over with the rest of the Hogwarts student body. She assumed it would be an interesting mix of reactions. Just as she was finishing her final touches there was a knock on her door.
"Hi," Hermione said excitedly, only to realize that the person at her door wasn't Zack, instead it was Emma. "Oh, what do you want?"
"I'm just here to let you know Mya that your date, Zack, is downstairs waiting for you, we didn't let him in the common room of course." Emma had this knowing look, and Hermione knew that the entire school would know by tomorrow that she and Zack went on a date.
"Any gossip about me is good for you." By 'you' Hermione meant the entire school, but of course Emma took it to be a little more personal. Emma just smiled in response to Hermione's statement and walked away with a small prance in her step.
Hermione dashed down the stairs from her room, passed all the gossiping girls in the common room and out the portrait in no time flat. When she stood in the hallway looking around there was only a small vase with some red and yellow roses, with a silver and green ribbon around the vase. She smiled. Picking up the vase she smelled the roses, then out of no where one of the roses bloomed to reveal a small note inside.
'Meet me at the left stand entrance'
Again Hermione Smiled and headed on her way, a small bounce in her step as well.
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