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Chapter 12 (First day of class)nt>

And Hermione had thought yesterday had been a long day! She took a quick shower, threw on a fresh uniform and arrived at breakfast by 8:30. She wondered if she could get more of that pepperup potion as she yawned her way through breakfast. She vaguely remembered Ginny trying to talk to her about something, but she was too tired to understand the conversation.

Her first class today was at 9am, Advanced NEWT Arithmancy. It was a very exclusive class with students from all 4 houses in attendance, like all of the advanced NEWT level classes. The teacher asked a question that no one knew the answer to and all heads turned to Hermione expecting her to know. She always had before! This time, her only response was a jaw-stretching yawn. She had no idea how she stayed awake for the two-hour class and left having no idea what had been covered. Her next class wasn’t until 2pm, Advanced NEWT potions. She decided to skip lunch and take a nap. She went back to her room and set her alarm for 1:45. She only removed her shoes, robe, and skirt figuring her sweater wouldn’t get too wrinkled. She fell right to sleep.

***

Harry hadn’t seen Hermione at breakfast. He later made sure to arrive at lunch early andy foy for the entire tine but she didn’t show up. When she didn’t attend Advanced NEWT positions, his concern grew. Malfoy was there and he seemed to have a little bit of trouble staying awake, and Harry began to really worry about what had gone on after they left the prefect’s bath.

Snape’s abuse of Harry had tempered over the past year. The first crack in Snape’s façade came at Order headquarters the summer before when the owls carrying OWL results arrived. When Harry received the highest designation possible in potions, even Snape had to admit that perhaps he had been being a bit harsh.

After hearing the results, Snape found a moment to catch Harry alone and they had something that resembled a civil conversation. In his own way, Snape tried to apologize for making Harry uncomfortable in class, and even hinted that perhaps his treatment had made Harry work harder. He made no mention of the abuse he had faced from Harry’s father and friends that Harry had seen stored away in the pensive, but Harry wasn’t going to let Snape feel that his tormenting had led to a better score. His high standards and curriculum, perhaps; but his belittling and contempt, no.

Harry, showing wisdom beyond his years, told Snape a story about growing up with the Dursley’s. “Professor Snape, for the first 10 years of my life, each Sunday I was dressed in Dudley’s best cast offs and herded with the rest of the family to a Church of England service. Judging by the way my aunt and uncle treated me, it was easy to tell it was all a big farce; they were there because it was expected of a good middle class muggle family. But I remember a quote that might be appropriate, ‘the sins of the father visit upon the children.’ I’m not James. No matter what you do or say to me, it can’t change how my father treated you.” Snape tried to interrupt but Harry wouldn’t allow it, “Yes, I’ve shown a lack of respect to you, but it was always in response to how you treated me.”

Snape defended himself, “I’ve treated you publicly the way I had to. The little Death Eater spawn needed fodder to feed their parents.”

“I think they’ve gotten the message and then some by now, Professor Snape.” Harry stated simply. “Now that I’ve qualified for your NEWT classes, don’t you think it will be suspicious if you contito tto treat me as incompetent?”

From there, an unspoken truce was called. All during 6th year, Harry spoke with respect, and most of the time, Snape didn’t exaggerate Harry’s small errors. There was still tension between them so thick it could be cut with a knife, but the atmosphere made it much easier for Harry to learn and even excel in class.

Harry forced himself to pay attention again. He listened to Snape drone about how only the select were allowed to be in the advanced NEWT level potions and they would be working with some of the most lethal and rare materials known, so utmost care needed to be taken. Harry noticed that not only was Hermione missing from class, there were several who had been in beginning NEWT potions that hadn’t made it the role for this year.

*

Hermione was startled awake by a knock on her door. “Just a moment,” she called and pulled her skirt back on before opening her door. She was and bed because she really felt like she needed that little bit of a nap. She opened the door and saw it was Draco.

“Snape is on the warpath about you missing class!” He informed her.

Without commenting, she walked over to her alarm clock and noticed it was already 4:30. She was sure she had set the alarm. She checked it and saw that she had set it for 1:45am! “Damn bloody wizard clocks are no easier to work than Muggle clocks!” She spat.

“I tried to cover for you by mentioning that you saw Madame Pomfrey yesterday. You should go there right now and tell her you have not completely recovered yet and have her look you over.” Draco suggested.

Hermione argued, “What good will that do? Now that I’ve gotten some sleep, I feel fine.”

“It will cover that beautiful ass of yours, you sweet innocent thing.” Draco stated. “Tell her you fell asleep and thought you’d have her check you out because you’re worried.” Hermione nodded. “With your little visit yesterday, that should keep the Head Girl out of detention. That’s the last thing you need the first full day of school.”

“Thank you, Draco. I’ll go see her.” And Hermione walked to the hospital wing.

Draco sat down on a chair in the shared sitting area, and began reading the Daily Prophet. About 10 minutes later, Professor Snape arrived. The sitting area door was open, so he walked right in. “I need to have a little talk with Miss Granger, is she here?”

Draco shook his head no. “I think she’s in the hospital wing.”

“Mr. Malfoy, have you already begun playing with the Mudbloods?” Snape asked. “You weren’t exactly attentive in class today and now it appears Miss Granger is under the care of Madame Pomfrey.”

Draco grinned, “I may have kept her up past her bedtime, but I’m not responsible for anything that would require the hospital wing.”

Snape smiled in spite of himself. “Granger, huh?” Then he remembered decorum and shook his head, “I have no desire to hear about your little conquests, but please make sure you restrict your nighttime games to a timeframe that allows my students, including yourself, to attend and remain alert in class.” Draco nodded. “You and I have a meeting with the headmaster Wednesday at 6pm to discuss the gifts of the founders. Since you are the first student I have had the pleasure of guiding through this ritual, I’m not sure what to expect. Since I did not have the honor of being Head Boy myself, this will also be new to me. I’d suggest doing more listening than talking since the actual bestowing of the gifts won’t be until Friday at 8pm.”

Draco smiled, “I’ve been looking at the manual again, there are some powerful goodies from the other founders as well. This is going to be a good year.”

“Be that as it may, Mr. Malfoy, you still have your NEWTs to prepare for. Make sure you put your playthings away at a reasonable hour tonight and get some rest.” Draco nodded. “I believe I’ll ignore Miss Granger’s transgression this time; make sure she knows what we covered today.”

Draco nodded and with that, Snape left the sitting room and Draco went back to his paper.

*

Hermione felt guilty lying to about still not feeling well. Madame Pomfrey took one look at her and stated, “There’s nothing wrong with you that a good night’s sleep wouldn’t have cured last night.”

Hermione’s guilt built, “I did have some trouble getting to sleep last night.” And a mantra went through her head, ‘don’t ask why, don’t ask why, don’t ask why…’

Madame Pomfrey went to a cabinet and grabbed a vial of Dreamless Sleep potion. “Take this before bed tonight, and tuck yourself in by 9:00, and I don’t care if you haven’t finished your homework yet. That body of yours needs sleep.”

Hermione thanked Madame Pomfrey and decided to head to dinner. She was starving. Right before she got to the Great Hall, she ran into Professor McGonagall.

“Hermione! I’m so proud of you. It’s always so wonderful when we have a Head Girl or Boy from Gryffindor. I’m sorry I wasn’t here for your training before the term started but I had pressing business to attend to.”

Hermione smiled and said a polite, “Thank you, Professor McGonagall.”

“Why don’t we head to my office, I have so much to discuss with you! I also think we’ll be able to catch the headmaster by about 6pm to discuss the gift ritual on Friday.” Minerva noticed Hermione’s discomfort. “Is there some problem?”

“No, not at all, Professor, except that I’m starving!” Hermione stated.

“Not a problem, Hermione dear, I’ll make sure dinner is sent directly to my office.”

Hermione noticed that Harry was trying to get her attention from near the entrance to the Great Hall but she ignored him. She smiled “Dinner with you sounds lovely.” As they walked together to her office, Minerva alerted a kitchen staffer to make sure their dinner was arranged. Harry watched them pass, knowing full well that Hermione had noticed him but had selected not to acknowledge his presence.

Hermione always enjoyed visiting Professor McGonagall’s office. It was decorated in the Gryffindor color scheme of dark red and gold and had such an old fashioned charm to it. There was a picture or two that must have been Minerva as a small child with her brothers, sisters and parents playing some sort of wizard game. Hermione had always wanted ask about the picture and the game and what it wake gke growing up back then before Muggles had technology that mimicked things that wizards and witches took for granted. She knew that though Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster looked quite old to her, they were, in fact, even older then they looked when compared to Muggles. She just had never been able to figure out a way to ask the question that sounded respectful and not too personal.

A tray of sandwiches, other finger foods, and glasses of pumpkin juice appeared on the desk. Hermione was far too hungry to remember all of her manners. She helped herself to a sandwich and began eating right away.

“I take it your new room is satisfactory in spite of it’s proximity to this year’s Head Boy?” Minerva asked.

Hermione swallowed her bite of sandwich and took a drink of pumpkin juice before answering. “It’s quite nice. Since I’m an only child, it took me a long time to get used to the sounds of others sleeping in the dorms. I’m enjoying the quiet.”

“I’ve heard good things about you and Mr. Malfoy working together in public. I’m glad you both have been able to rise to the occasion so quickly. Some faculty expected that we might need to pull you apart or spray cold water on you to keep you two off each other.” Minerva was interrupted by Hermione choking on her sandwich. “Are you OK, dear?” She asked as Hermione quickly grabbed her pumpkin juice andped ped wash down her food.

Hermione, in spite of her intelligence, had completely misunderstood and lly lly figured out the Professor had been talking about physical fighting. She also caught herself noticing an erotic double entrendre in the phrase, ‘rise to the occasion,’ as well. “Pardon me, I was eating too fast,” she explained. “It’s only been a few days, but I believe we’ve already come to an understanding. I think we’ll be able to work out anything before it comes to blows…I mean violence.” Now Hermione’s mantra was, ‘don’t blush, don’t blush, don’t blush!’

Of course, Minerva could easily tell Hermione was holding something back, but decided the world would be a much better place if she never knew what it was. “I’ve heard good reports of your official prefect’s meeting on the train, and I also know there was a little unofficial group team building activity held last night. The whole staff is amazed at the way even the 5th years from different houses began working together this morning. What ever you did, it seemed to really break down house barriers. You’ll have to write up your methods so other Head Boys and Girls can use them in the future.”

Hermione managed not to choke this time, “Yes, Ma’am. Thank you.”

“I also watched you with the first years last night at dinner. You were just charming with them and I could tell how welcome you made them feel.”

Hermione relaxed. ‘Ah, a topic I don’t have to be guarded about,’ she thought to herself. “They were darling!” Hermione smiled. “The ones from Muggle backgrounds were struggling to figure out which magic was real and what was from Muggle fairy tales and it was all I could do not to laugh myself silly at some of the questions. And that little Kendra Goyle!”

Minerva jumped in, “She’s adopted.”

Hermione couldn’t hold back her laughter. “Ha! I knew it!”

“Well, she doesn’t, so don’t let her know. Her real parents were murdered because they were scheduled to testify against some of the last Voldemort supporters that had been caught during the first wave. This was about 6 years after we thought Harry had destroyed him for good. I think Goy Goyle family offered to adopt her as proof they were upstanding citizens and had been controlled over the years.”

Hermione nodded. “I think she’s even smarter than I was at her age!”

“She is a precocious little girl. Some students start out like that, but don’t continue to excel. You, on the other hand, have always lived up to our expectations and then some. May we be as lucky with her.” Minerva seemed to be listening for something for a moment. “The Headmaster is ready for us. Have you finished eating?”

Hermione quickly swallowed her last bite of sandwich and nodded yes. “Well, let’s head upstairs.”

They left Minerva’s office and headed for the office of Headmaster.
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