Impossible Possibilities

Chapter 4

Chapter Four:

Hermione’s Point of View

          Today was the first day of classes and I was SO excited, even though I knew everything. I probably knew more than McGonagall, she said so herself back in my day.

          …That makes me sound old. ‘Back in my day’ is what my parents say when they are talking about the 60’s or 70’s. My day is actually in the future, which I find extremely weird. Oh well.

          I sat down at the Gryffindor table by myself and Harry and Ron came in chatting. They sat down next to me, and I grinned at Harry as he sat down, “Hullo Harry, Ron,” I did my best to make sure I didn’t scrunch my nose up when I talked to Ron.

          “Hi Hermione,” Ron greeted before shoving food in his mouth. I wrinkled my nose.

          “Do you have ANY table manners Ron?” He didn’t hear me however, too busy moaning about how good the food was. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my pumpkin juice.

          “Miss Granger, your time table,” Professor McGonagall spoke as she handed me my schedule for the next year. I smiled at her before answering.

          “Thank you professor,”

          “It’s no problem dear, Harry Potter,” She handed him his schedule and simply placed Ron’s schedule on the edge of the table so the timetable didn’t get any food on it, “Mr. Weasley, please have some table manners,”

          “Sofray poseur,” He spluttered out before gulping and saying, “Sorry Professor,” She nodded, her nose wrinkled up and she continued down the table, handing schedules out.

          “I’m going to the library, see you in class,” I got up and headed out the door before falling smack into Fred, “OW!! I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going,”

          “It’s alright Hermione, not your fault. I wasn’t looking either,” I grinned at him before carefully walking around.

          “Sorry again, bye,”

          “Where are you going?” He questioned.

          “The library,”

          “Why are you going to the library at this time?” Fred asked astounded.

          “Because I like to read, bye,” I turned and rushed off. I made it to the library, and read until it was time for class.

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          “I’ve never had SUCH A PAINFUL DAY in my entire life,” Ron complained, I was rushing to the common room while he tried to keep up, “Geez woman, slow down,”

          “No, I need to finish the potions essay, transfiguration homework, care of magical creatures essay, and DADA questions, so I need to get a start on,”

          “That stuff isn’t due until next week!”

          “Yes, but we are going to have a lot of homework tomorrow, so see you later,” I refused to let Ron copy off my homework this time around; maybe he would be smarter.

          I went to a table in the corner of the room and set off working on my potions essay. Once I finished that, I slowly made progress and I finished all of the work, not needing to look at a single book.

          I packed my things up and headed up to my room, placing my bag on my bed. Hurrying to the dining room, I quickly made it down the stairs and into the common room. I was just about to exit through the portrait hole when I heard, “Hermione, wait!”

          I turned to see George rushing down with Fred on his tail, “How’s my favorite first year?” I laughed dryly.

          “I WOULD be better if I could get some food, so get your fat butts up and hurry!” I called and heart them gasp.

          “We are NOT fat!”

          “Keep telling yourself that, now come on,” I scolded and hurried out, them on my tail. They kept arguing about which one of them is fatter. When we got to the Great Hall I spun around and spoke, “Neither of you are fat now shut UP please!” I groaned and walked in, sitting by Harry and Ron.

          “Hey guys, how were your classes?”

          “Terrible, we had so much homework!” Harry groaned.

          “It’s due next week,” Ron spit his food all over the place when he spoke and I scrunched my nose up, disgusting.

          “I finished all of mine,” Harry spit out his pumpkin juice and Ron’s food rolled out of his mouth when his jaw dropped, “What? It wasn’t hard,”

          “Yes it is! We learned about mandrakes! We aren’t allowed to plot them until next year,” Harry exclaimed.

          “And I STILL CAN’T DO THE STUPID LEVITATING SPELL!” Ron seethed.

          “Still, if you would have paid attention in class Ron then you would know how to do it,” I spoke simply, finishing my food, “Well I’m going to go to the library, bye,”