Hermione Granger and the Displaced Sorting

Chapter 11

Hermione Granger and the Displaced Sorting

Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter 11

A/N: This is going to be a running author's note, but if you read on fanfiction.net and enjoy this story, make sure to have my username saved in case my account is deleted. I post on AO3 and Wattpad as well under the same name.

New A/N: We get our first glimpse of Harry now. Hope you enjoy the tease! We're skipping around more as Hermione settles in and her days get somewhat repetitive.

September 2nd, 1992

After the bond with Erl had repaired itself, and he returned to setting up his corner of the room with the belongings he'd collected from his time at the Granger residence, Flitwick took Hermione for a walk around Hogwarts to show her where her classes were, discuss shortcuts he knew about, and even walked her down to the owlery to deliver her letter to her parents. By the time they made it to dinner, it was eight, and she only had thirty minutes before the Great Hall closed for curfew. Only a handful of people remained within, most probably eager to sleep off the weariness of the first day or hang out with their friends.

She didn't spot any of the second year Slytherins, and that suited her just fine. Though of course, that did mean that a looming confrontation might be in the works when she returned.

Pushing aside that thought for now, she prepared a plate, scooted aside a boat of gravy, and began working on a schedule for herself, including her studying, running, maneuvers, and time with Flitwick.

It was a fairly packed schedule, but she could make it work. She'd always been driven.

There wasn't any free time for friend-making in there, but she figured she could eke out a study group in the library with all the time she planned to spend there and make friends with them.

She slipped away her writing supplies when she noticed the rest of the students filing out and hurried to her feet to follow. If she could slip inside the Slytherin common room at the back of a large pack, she might be able to make it to the dorm without incident where her odds would be the more favorable four on one.

Her plan worked, and inside, the dorm was empty save for the larger girl, Bulstrode. The others must be in the common room, still, though she'd kept her head down, and it was a vast space.

Figuring she'd feel the other girl out, especially since she'd have to pass by her bed to get to the bathroom, she slowed to a stop, holding out her hand. "Hi, I figured I'd introduce myself officially since we're going to be sharing a room for the next six years. I'm Hermione Granger."

The girl didn't look up from the diary she was writing in. "Yeah, I know who you are. The whole school does."

Hermione faltered, gulping at the thought of the entire student body discussing her circumstances. "Oh, well, I never caught your first name."

"Good," the girl continued. "You're the Mud—ggle-born that decided to force her way into Slytherin. Don't drag me down with you."

Hermione suppressed a flinch, instead forcing a cheery smile as if she hadn't just been insulted. "Bulstrode it is, then. Nice to meet you."

And she carried onto the bathroom, spooling up energy into her hands in case the girl decided to do something when her back was turned.

"Where's your trunk?"

Hermione flinched, so taut with tension, that she almost accidentally blasted Bulstrode into the wall before she quickly dispelled the energy. "I'm sorry?"