Not A Slytherin

New Friendships

"I'd better not let anyone find out I'm here and not eating," Hermione muttered  to herself. "They'd tease me 'till the year's end."

"I wouldn't," a voice said from the bookshelf across from her.

"What? Who's here? I thought I was alone," she ripped her eyes from the book and looked around warily. 

"Hello, my name's Harry Potter. Wasn't your's something like 'Herminny' or 'Mione?'"

"Oh, it's Hermione.I remember you from the train and the books published about you."

"Well, that's nice," Harry huffed. "It's getting kind of annoying when people whisper about you, like, 'Harry Potter' this and 'Harry Potter' that. It's bloody annoying." Hermione laughed.

"Well, I hope you'll become comfortable with this. It won't end soon."

"Well, I hope you're wrong," Harry giggled.

"Say,  why are you here? You're not..." Hermione trailed off, realizing what she was about to say was rude.

"Intelligent? Yeah," he said. "Proffessor Quirrell thought Ron and I were exceptional at getting rid of the troll, so he assigned us some more advanced stuff to us. We don't even know how to do it, so that's why we're here." Hermione fumed inside her head, jealous of how much work they got. 

"Well, I would call that lucky," Hermione said instead.

"I hate it," Harry rolled his eyes.

"Me too!" Hermione flinched at the sound of this voice.

"Ron, how could you hear us?" Harry asked. 

"You guys are so loud, but only I could hear you." Ron explained.

"Oh," Harry and Hermione said at the exact same time. 

"Keep  it down, mate," he said, eyeing Harry. "And hello, Hermione. My name's Ronald Weasley."

"You do have a nickname though, right? Ron?" she asked.

"Yes, PLEASE call me by that. If you'd call me 'Ronald,' you'd sound like me mum." he breathed a sigh of relief. "I mean, I love her and all, but she's scary."

"She seems nice," Harry argued.

"Well you don't live with her,"

"Well, I'm going to go back reading, so... goodbye," Hermione broke the fight. She thought these boys seemed nice, they were both adorable.

"Well, bye, Hermione," they said.

"Bye,"

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"I met Harry and Ron at the library today, they seemed pretty nice," the brown-haired genius explained. "They were given more advanced work for Defense Against the Dark Arts class. They were at the library because they don't know how to do the spells,"

"Heh, they must be so stressed right now," Draco chuckled, laughing at their work load. 

"Yeah, they probably are, but I would've loved to be ahead of everyone! I would be the smartest in the class!" she rambled, dreaming of possible achievements. 

"But Harry and Ron are the smartest now, so you might as well drop it," Draco blatantly said. 

"No, since they don't know how to do it, Hermione's still the smartest," Neville explained.

"I am?" Hermione realized. 

"Yes," the two boys said at the exact same time.

"Well, I guess you're right, Neville." Draco agreed. "Hey, Hermione, you could always steal their work from them and do it yourself." She gasped.

"I would never! Why would you suggest that?!" she gasped.

"I have Slytherin blood," Malfoy explained, taking a bite of his meal. At that moment, Harry and Ron sat down.

"There's 20 minutes of dinner left," Neville pointed out.

"Yes, we know, Neville," Harry said, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

"Wr grtta ert frst Hrry," Ron attempted to say while stuffing food into his mouth.

"The Dursley's never gave me much food, so I'm not hungry," Harry said.

"Who are the Dursley's?" Draco questioned.

"They're my cousin's, and they are awful. Worst 10 years of my life," he huffed.

"What'd they do to you?" Hermione inquired.

"Dudley, my cousin, bullied me. He was quite chubby," Harry laughed. "Uncle Vernon was the meanest, beating me. Aunt Petunia was the nicest, though she forced me to do the dishes. They spoiled Dudley a little too much."

"That's awful! No one should be treated like that!" Hermione gaped.

"Yeah, that's super bad. I would've ran away if I was you," Draco agreed.

"I can't believe they're related to you, mate," Ron said.

"My life's not that bad," Neville sighed.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, concerned.

"Uh... never mind," he breathed.

"Aw, I'm so sorry for whatever it is that's wrong," Hermione comforted him. And with that, dinner ended and the students were sent to their common rooms. All 5 of them were talking with each other, creating a budding friendship.