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Masquerade - Chapter Four Not Secret Anymore "Mrrow!" With a jolt, Hermione woke as a heavy, squash-faced ball of ginger fur pounced onto her chest. Blinking blearily, she gazed around, noting the gray light filtering through the curtains. Then it hit her. It was the first day of term! Swinging her legs over the side of the bed she jumped up, knocking a disgruntled Crookshanks to the floor. Hermione was a rush of motion. Hurriedly she donned her uniform and tied her hair up in a curly mass. Lastly, she daintily pinned her gleaming Head Girl badge to the front of her robes. Stepping back, she admired it proudly before slinging her bag over

 “Times up. Bring a sample of your potion corked neatly in a vial to me for grading,” Snape instructed icily. “With your pathetic skills…I doubt any of you will achieve higher than an Acceptable…however…some of you, who possess the required talent, may have the aptitude for a potions master and succeed in passing.” Snape’s gaze wandered and lingered on Malfoy, who smirked.       Hermione shuddered. What was up with that freaky teacher anyways? That slimy-nosed git had always picked on Harry, Ron, and her. It really was annoying. And he was always ushering Malfoy to do the same. Well, they won’t b

——————————————————————————————— I realize that they are different. She is a muggle-born. He is a pureblood. ———————————————————————————————      Hermione ran into the arms of her muggle parents. It was good to be home, even if she would miss Harry and Ron.      “Mum! Dad!” she squealed, clinging to their coats, beaming.

      Hermione Granger woke up with a start when a snowball hit her window. She turned around, watching the snow fall thickly from the pale, winter sky. The flakes settled into the Hogwarts grounds, with Hagrid shuffling out of his hut, shouldering his crossbow.       Christmas break was already here, and it was proven when she looked towards the foot of her four-poster bed, where a pile of presents was sitting, untouched. The rest of the girls in her dormitory were already gone, so she was alone. Hermione sat up with a smile on her face, staring at the colored boxes, debating which

Foggy Memories Grudgingly, the portrait swung inwards. McGonogall strode forwards, leading the way to Hermione's new hell. The small room was lit by both a flickering fireplace as well as the softer light of torches, perched on a hanging brass chandelier. The dark wooden floors were bare of any carpet, and cream colored walls stretched up around them. Only one window decorated the room, stretching from floor to ceiling and overlooking the Forbidden Forest. Hermione's appraisal of her new Common Room was interrupted as McGonogall strode in front of the fireplace, gesturing to the doors on either side. "These are your rooms. On the left is

A... Charming New Roommate Hermione Granger brooded silently in her compartment on the Hogwarts Express. There were only several minutes left to spare before the train set off, and she was hoping to be able to see her friends before making her way to the Prefects compartment. Sighing, she raked her fingers through her thick curls, staring sightlessly at the mass of witches and wizards on the platform. "Hermione!" A high-pitched squeal startled Hermione from her stupor. Turning, she just managed to catch a glimpse of a fiery red head of hair, before being enveloped in the tight grasp of Ginny Weasley. Looking past towards the compartment doo