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Chapter 10: Did Somebody Say Bacon?

"Is she….dead?"

"No, she appears to be breathing….. and drooling, lovely!"

"Bugger! If she doesn't get up soon, there won't be any bacon left!"

I had been in a blissful state of being three-quarters of the way still asleep when the most heavenly word snapped me out of it. I popped out of my cocoon of covers and exclaimed, "Did somebody say bacon?"

My dormmates' expressions varied from being amused to being faintly disgusted at my overenthusiastic reaction to the mention of the most delicious thing besides chocolate and mountain dew. Hermione's reaction was the best though; she actually made a note of this so she would know how to wake me up in the future.

I sprang out of bed and dashed to the bathroom to get ready. One look at the beast on the top of my head after my 5 minute shower said that anything but a ponytail or messy bun would be a waste to attempt. I settled for the bun. I had no issues putting on my uniform until I was trying to do up my tie.

Hermione came in after hearing the fit of swearing I was going through while being nearly strangled by my tie that had somehow gotten tangled around my right arm, head, and neck. After snapping a picture, Hermione came over, untangled me and fixed my tie. I loosened it quite a bit because I really can NOT stand having things close to my neck. I pulled on my converse and Hermione and I (the others had abandoned us) rushed out of the dorm grabbing our bags.

Mostly I followed Hermione (who had been paying attention last night) down to the Great Hall. The heavenly smell of food brought a huge grin to my face that made Hermione giggle. We quickly spotted Ron and Harry half way down the table and hastened to join them.

"BACON! Oh, and hi you two! But also…BACON!" I cried diving for the breakfast time treat. Harry looked a little puzzled at my reaction which was quite adorable…. wait, why did I just think that? Anyway, Ron had replied, "I know, it's bloody delicious!"

"Ron, you shouldn't swear!" Hermione reprimanded.

"Be quite, mum!" he snapped. I tried to glare at him, but couldn't quite manage it with the smile-inducing bacon. Hermione looked fairly hurt at that comment. So then I kicked Ron under the table with an innocent expression on my face.

"What'd you do that for?" Ron exclaimed.

"I didn't do anything; I have NO clue what you are talking about!" I replied with fake, but semi-believable indignance. Hermione threw me a small smile. I winked back. Harry had just been watching this with a vaguely amused expression on his face.

"So, how are you this fine morning Harry?" I asked trying to guide things in a less violent direction.

"I'm fi-" He started but couldn't finish.

A crap-ton of owls had flown in delivering letters and such and he and I (and a lot of people raised by muggles (yes, I said muggles, I've found it easier to say)) just stared for a moment.

"I hope none of them poop on the food." Was my brilliant comment on the owls' arrival. The boys looked amused and Hermione looked faintly grossed out. Just then, McGonagall started handing us our schedules. Aw crap, we have potions with the snakes….Herbology with the Hufflepuffs? I wonder if anyone else finds the alliteration in that funny….

Without a pause, we got up and started off to our first class. It was a lot harder than it sounds because people kept doubling back in their lines to see Harry again. And it seemed to be making the guy increasingly frustrated, let me tell you. Eventually we made our way to Transfiguration. McGonagall is a bad-ass, I've already decided. She is strict, tough, clever, and I could already tell she is going to be my favorite teacher. I only wish I was better at her class. All I managed to do to my match that I was supposed to be turning into a needle was turn it silver. Hermione got it much faster than the rest of us. McGonagall smiled at her and I gave her a thumbs up. Ron and Harry seemed a little put out by her quick learning skills though.

On the other hand, Charms is really fun and easy for me. Our teacher, Professor Flitwick, is tiny and excitable. He squeaked and toppled over after reading Harry's name on the roll for crying out loud! Astronomy is on midnight Wednesday…ack, I'm a person who needs their sleep…or caffeine, I'm not too picky. Herbology and my klutziness do not mix well either. It's lucky the Hufflepuffs are so nice; I have a feeling the other houses wouldn't be as good about helping me up after tripping for the fourteenth time in the first class. Defense Against the Dark Arts is just….a waste of time, really. Quirrell does not know how to teach or keep a class in line. Plus, he's kind of creepy. I dunno why I think he's creepy, I just do. History of Magic is wonderful though; once you got past the boring voice of the ghost who taught it, it was really interesting. Too bad only Hermione and I thought so. It is kind of off-putting when the rest of the class is snoring.

By Friday, I had the lay of the land. I actually managed to find my own way to the Great Hall and was eating my bacon (you're shocked I'm sure) and chatting away with Harry, Ron, and Hermione about nothing in particular when Harry's owl flew down and gave him a letter. Hagrid had invited him to tea. Harry said that Ron and I could come as well. I didn't miss the fact that Hermione had not been invited. I looked at her questioningly and she gave me a "just go and have fun" look.

And trust me, we would need that fun.

~oOo~

Snape is such a…a… a butt trumpet! He asked Harry a bunch of advanced and trick questions to make him look stupid. It made me sooo mad. Hermione knew all of the answers and I knew some as well, but we had read ahead. It just wasn't fair. On top of that, when Neville's cauldron melted and he got hurt by his potion Snape made fun of him and took points from Harry for not watching Neville. So, like I said, butt TRUMPET!

After saying goodbye to Hermione, (and promising to hang out with her later) I headed off with Harry and Ron down to Hagrids. We were immediately assaulted by a huge lovable (and slightly slobbery) black dog named Fang. Hagrid asked us about school and when we told him about Filch the icky caretaker accusing us of trying to go into the forbidden corridor on purpose (Quirrell had saved us, which I found odd for some reason I just still can NOT place) he happily bashed the caretaker and offered to introduce Fang to Mrs. Norris, Filch's feline cohort. We all laughed and talked about a load of stuff that had happened through the week. When we got to today's less with the butt trumpet, Hagrid said that Snape hated anyone who wasn't in Slytherin and not to take it personally. When Harry pointed out that Snape really seemed to loathe him, Hagrid hastily changed the subject to talking about Ron and I's second oldest brother Charlie. Harry, who was lost in thought it seemed, suddenly spotted an article about the Gringotts break in. When Harry pointed out that it happened the same day that he and Hagrid had been there, Hagrid wouldn't look any of us in the eye.

Well, looks like this year's going to be quite lively…and just when I got back into having a routine, too!

(A/N: I would just like to thank the people that reviewed again, it truly encourages and inspires me when I read them. I know I don't update that regularly, but with WalMart's wack scheduling, it's kind of difficult. Nevertheless, I will never give up on this story. I hope ya'll enjoyed this chappie, please review!)