Not A Slytherin

And Hermione Joins

"And those is the more advanced dark art spells. Any questions?" Quirrell asked his class. Hermione raised her hand, noticing Harry and Ron looking in a different textbook, a thicker one, copying down notes from it. "Yes, Miss Granger?"

"Would it be possible to be granted extra credit?" she asked, since it was the closest thing that Harry and Ron had.

"Oh, but there is nothing to give you! We have not even covered most defenses!" Quirrell said. "But I suppose you could have and essay to write about it..."

"Yes please, I would love that!" Hermione nodded.

"You are so weird, Hermione," Draco whispered to her.

"Well I don't mind it," Hermione responded as Professor Quirrell handed her the assignment.

"It's not too late to rip it up or give it back," Draco advised.

"No way!" Hermione shouted a little too loudly. She turned beet red as everyone stared at her. Draco snickered. "Sorry," she apologized.

"All right, class is dismissed," Quirrell announced as everyone cheered and ran for the door.

"So I'm expecting that you'll be working on this instead of having actual fun." Draco inquired.

"Who says this isn't fun?" Hermione argued.

"Me," Draco, Neville, Harry, and Ron all said at once.

"Well then I guess I'll have fun doing this wonderful essay," she retorted.

"Then bye," Ron waved.

"She really is peculiar," Draco shook his head as they headed to the Gryffindor Common Room, maneuvering around the many other students that were rushing to their dorms. Neville was standing right next to Harry and heard an exchange of words. Harry had whispered to Ron about something that sounded like "Hagrd" and "Snap" and a stone...

"Um, me and Ron are gonna head to the library for a while, you know, to, uhhhh, study," Harry stuttered.

"It's 'Ron and I,' not 'me and Ron,'" Draco corrected. Everyone looked at him like he was Hermione.

"What? Hermione's rubbing off on me. Not my fault she's so contagious," he shrugged.

"No! Don't leave me with the Hermione!" Neville shouted as Harry and Ron headed off.

"Hey!" Draco exclaimed. "I'm nothing like her!"

"I don't want to face knowledge during our weekend!"

"Well, I won't be sputtering nonsense. That's the REAL Hermione's job."

"Phew," Neville exclaimed.

~With Harry and Ron~

"When should we tell them? Do you think Hermione has figured it out yet?" Ron inquired.

"I reckon she hasn't, or at least she hasn't shown it yet," Harry explained. They were searching for information about the Philosopher's Stone. A/N: I'm referring to it as the "Philosopher's Stone" instead of the "Sorcerer's Stone" because that's the British version, even though I live in America.

"She probably doesn't know about this, she probably would've called us out if she did," Ron said.

"Well, I was thinking," Harry said as he closed another failed book. "Maybe we should tell her. She seems extremely smart."

"No way! She'll tell Draco and Neville!"

"We can make her promise not to," Harry offered.

"Fine," Ron begrudgingly said. He didn't exactly like Hermione, her buck teeth kind of threw Ron off.

"Great, we can find it with 3 people's help!" Harry cheered. They tiptoed out of the library, in search for Hermione. They figured she'd be at the common room, studying or reading/rereading Hogwarts, A History. 

When they finally found their way to the common room, which was as busy as ever. People were yammering to each other about gossip, school work, and their families. Thankfully Hermione was near the fire and not in the girl's dormitories, where they were scared to go.

"Hey, Hermione," Harry greeted.

"Hello, Harry, Ron," she smiled, still not looking up from her book.

"Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Ron held out the word, hoping to catch her attention. "We have information we need to find, and who better to ask than you?!"

"If it's about our classes, specifically Defense Against the Dark Arts, then you will most likely find it in the text books," she waved her hand.

"No, it's about something else. Something about a guy named Nicholas Flamel..." Harry explained.

"Oh! Then I could help you. But the best information is kept in the Restricted Section, and I don't have permission to enter there," the bushy-haired witch frowned.

"Don't worry," Harry smiled as he pulled out his invisibility cloak, pulling it over the three of them.