Chapter 2
She looked around, Harry was puking on the floor, but other than that, everything was okay, "God," she moaned. Minus the puking song, everyone could stand up and move around. No one lost an arm or leg. 'Geez, way to look at the bright side Mione,' she stood up, and shook her head, she touched her neck. There was a small, thin chain around her neck. She fingered it, mom, dad, forgive me. She uttered a spell, cleaning up the puke, and helped Harry up. "Where to, Sire?"
"Oh, stop," he moaned, his face paled, "w-what happened to the letter?" He felt around his pockets, and then relaxed. "Here it is," He held the letter up like a trophy. Fred laughed and George joined in.
"What is it?" Hermione asked touching her hair self consciously.
"Nothing," they both said in unison. Hermione rolled her eyes, 'Boys,'
"First things first, we need to find Dumbledore," Harry announced looking every bit the leader.
"How, may I ask, do you know my name," a soft, weary voice called out. Harry jumped then turned, his wand pointed straight at the forehead of the ever great Dumbledore. Not much changed, his face was smooth, and he was wearing a cloak, thank goodness, if Hermione saw that stupid blue nightgown she was sure to puke. Harry coughed and lowered his wand.
"S-sorry, force of habit," He blushed, but soon recovered, "here, this is from you older self," He handed Dumbledore the thick letter.
"Very well then, if you all would follow me," He turned briskly and walked towards a desolate hallway, he waved his wand, opening the door to a rather large, and plush office. He sat down, and gazed at Harry.
"Aren't you going to read the letter?" asked a bratty Parvati.
"Patience is a virtue," Dumbledore replied calmly. Though he did open the letter, rather slowly, read it, and placed it down. "Miss…. Jinx? I presume," He was looking at Hermione, "Newman, The Boxes, Cyril, Hubel, Viox, and Scroon?" He looked around calling out the outrageous last names he himself gave them. Hermione rolled her eyes, 'Jinx? What the hell,' she then looked at him expectantly. Dumbledore smiled at Harry, "You can stay here as long as you like, I think that you all should separate into different houses, how many are there?"
"Nine," Harry answered, counting everyone.
"Good to know you can count that high, Po- Newman," Draco's snidely asked.
"To bad you can't, Viox," Hermione answered just as snidely. She glared and Draco, this wasn't the time.
"Break it up, kids," Ron said and then turned to Dumbledore, "Hermione, Lavender and Ginny, will stay in Gryffindor, Draco, Harry and I, will go to Slytherin, and George, Fred, and Parvati, will go to Ravenclaw," Harry nodded in agreement looking at the others for anyone who opposed and then looked at Dumbledore.
"I will arrange for a house elf to take you to the houses, they will tell you the password, for any questions, please feel free to come and talk," Dumbledore snapped his finger in return a small house elf appeared, its big eyes gazing at Dumbledore. "Take them to the houses, Mini," Mini turned and motioned for them to follow.
Hermione gazed at her overly red bed. She then frowned, there was something off, something terribly off, but she shrugged and set up her wards. Hermione then lied down on the bed, stretching her long limbs. "Oi, don't give him a view!" she opened her eyes. Ron, that loveable idiot, was crawling on the ceiling like Spiderman and so was Harry.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Hermione gasped out, calming her pounding heart. "God!" They both chuckled. "Well? Are you guys coming down?" she asked.
"Nu uh, the spell we put on your bed…." Ron trailed off.
She glanced at them sharply, "What spell," They both smirked at her.
"It's a spell in which cast on an object, will dismember the person, when they sit or lay down on the object, It also depends on which gender, according to the witch or wizard," Harry recited opening a book.
"In other words, if a guy's on that bed, his balls are cut off," Ron said, with a goofy smile. Hermione flinched. They weren't her brothers for nothing.
"Are you guys done? Jeez, it's not like I'm going to fuck anyone," She rolled her eyes. They glared at her.
"You better not!" They said in unison.
Hermione walked down the common room, everyone stared at her, making her rather nervous. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," she said loudly. A girl with blonde hair laughed.
"Don't worry, we do this to everyone new kid," she said as she put her arm around Hermione. "She's with me," the blondie announced. 'Jeesh, what is this, a gang?" Hermione rolled her eyes. The girl smiled at Hermione, as if reading her thoughts, "The name's Minerva," Hermione choked, (on like nothing).
"Minerva, as in Minerva McGonagall?" she asked incredulously.
"Yup!" Minerva chirped happily.
"Are you a morning person?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah!" she answered in a bright voice.
"Then fuck off," Hermione growled. Minerva laughed, and dragged her to the Great Hall.
"Come, sit with me," she said as she led Hermione to the seat next to her. Three girls smiled at her warmly. "This is Phoebe, Jenna, and Helga," Minerva pointed at a pretty, short haired, girl. Then a tall, exotic, beauty, Jenna. Helga was the cute chubby girl, she smiled at Hermione shyly, in which Hermione grinned back. "The basics of the Hogwarts socialite class is, those three girls there," Hermione looked at three similar looking girls who were overly thin, with black hair, "they're called the sparrows, bunch of bitches they are, and that guy over there," Minerva's voice gushed with excitement, "that's Tom Riddle," she whispered, "He's the hottest, most popular guy in this school," A striking boy looked up, as if he sensed he was being talked about, he met eyes with Hermione and smiled, she frowned in return. "The guy next to him," Minerva pointed to a handsome blonde boy who looked up, saw who Tom was looking at, then smirked and winked at her. She paled, 'What the hell was that, a sign? Am I going to die so soon?' "his name is Caleo Malfoy, isn't he HOT?" she gushed like an overly hormonal teenager.
Hermione, nodded robotically, looking down at her meal. "Umm.. I think I'll go visit the library," she said. Then, stood up and walked briskly out, sensing a pair of dark eyes following her. Hermione shivered once she was out of the Great Hall and then ran. 'Fuck it, way to be inconspicuous Mione,' she turned a sharp left, and slammed into something hard.
"Oof!" the wall let out, making Hermione have a mini heart attack.
"You idiot, watch where you're going!" a harsh voice whispered.
"I will, if you will," Hermione looked up to see an olive colored boy smirk at her, then looked at her up and down. Hermione finally realized that she was on the floor, skirt up to her mid thigh. She glared at him. "Perv," The boy smirked in response.
"Can't help look at what's in front of me," the boy said.
"I hope you go blind," she said viciously. His smirk grew.
"Who the hell are you?" the boy asked then helped her up.
"Thanks, Hermione Gra- Jinx," she could've kicked herself for that stupid mistake, "who're you?"
"Nix Zabini," he answered promptly. She shook her head, 'Figures,'
"Oi! Jinx, what the hell are you doing here?" Draco asked jogging up to them.
"I'm spontaneously running into idiots, that's what," She maneuvered around Nix amazingly, ran to the library and entered.
"She's hot," Nix said.
"Are you blind?!" Draco asked, gaping at him.
A/N: How'd you like it? A bit cliche, I know, it gets better though, thanks for the reviews. R&R please!