Harry Potter What If's and One-shots!!

What If Hermione was a Ravenclaw?

First What-If!

Requested by: UrNameHere001

I always thought Hermione would be a Ravenclaw anyways.

So, I'm not gonna do every single year at Hogwarts. Just 1st year and 5th year should be good. Really just the years which I've noticed have Ravenclaw in significantly. Especially in 5th year with the DA.

I know it's not a lot. But like, those are the two which mostly have Ravenclaw involved in them.

Here's how it's gonna go:

1st Year = Beginning, just a little start to the story as every Hogwarts student has

5th Year = All the DA, and Ministry enforced rules.

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"Hermione Granger" Professor McGonagall called out.

Hermione nervously sat on the stool, and the sorting hat was placed on her head.

"Hmmmm, you have wit, pure intelligence I see. But with a mix of bravery, and determination. You would do good in Gryffindor, but perhaps not." The Sorting Hat thought, Hermione was still a nervous wreck.

'Perhaps, they find I'm not meant to be a witch?' Hermione thought hopefully. The sorting hat still hadn't made his decision, but he kept thinking.

"Uuuurrrrggggghhhhhh, why is this so difficult? Gryffindor, or Ravenclaw, Gryffindor or Ravenclaw? Ahh, I've made my decision dear one." The Sorting Hat adds.

"RAVENCLAW!!" He announces.

Hermione looked to see that all the Ravenclaws were cheering, and found slight comfort with them as she went by to sit with them. She caught a glimpse of Harry and Ron, while she had met them on the train, she felt in her place with all the other Ravenclaws.

/////-1st Year-\\\\\

Hermione was doing well, with her intellect. Unlike Harry and Ron who were made for trouble. She was getting top marks, answering every question with ease, even Ravenclaws' Head of House, Professor Flitwick was mildly impresses by the young girl's dedication to magic. She would make a very fine witch.

She mostly kept to herself, not talking to anyone unless spoken to. Even Snape had grown to a liking of the girl, which was rare considering Snape never liked anyone out of Slytherin. And one day Cho Chang decided to sit next to her during dinner, with her friend Marietta. Hermione was skeptical at first, but when Cho decided to chat with her, she complied.

Transfiguration, was some of the most easiest classes for Hermione, while she shared those classes with Gryffindor. And every single person would try and catch a glimpse of Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Hermione met him on the train, and knew he just wanted to be normal. Without all the endless fame.

She, Cho, and Marietta spoke with each other endlessly, and Hermione felt like she belonged. Because a Ravenclaw had wit, pure intelligence, it was natural that they had the highest marks.

But Draco, just loved taunting her.

"You think you're better than me? I'm a Pureblood, best type you could be. I'm not like you, you're a pathetic Mudblood." Malfoy spat.

"Why do you care Draco? Don't you have to brag about something to someone else?" Hermione retorts.

"Well, yeah I do. You're a Mudblood, and no one likes them, my father tells me that Mudbloods just can't qualify as wizards, or witches. It's simply impossible for those things, what are they called, oh yeah. You're a Mudblood, and no one likes you." Draco simply stated.