Hermione Granger FanFiction Part 2

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The Truth Part 2 By: Anne ______________ Hermione, tired of looking for compartments, finally reached one of the last ones on the train. She slid the door open and found a girl and a boy talking about something that sounded like Qiouditt? She cleared her throat and both of them looked at her, surprised. “Oh, um, I was just wondering if this is full.” Hermione said uncomfortably. “Oh, not at all! Come sit down next to me,” the girl said scooting over to the end. Hermione sent a grateful smile to the girl and went to take a seat on her right. “Hi! I’m Daphne Greengrass and this is Blaise Zabini.” Daphne said, gesturing to herself and then the boy in front of her. Hermione gave a warm smile to both of them and introduced herself too. Daphne and Blaise fell into a very heated conversation about this same ‘Qiouditt’ thing. Hermione was very hesitant to ask about this ‘Qiouditt’ something that they were talking about. Her parents hated it when she interrupted any of their conversations, especially if it’s serious or if they were arguing about something. She plucked up the courage and said, “So, er, what is this ‘Qiouditt’ thing you are talking about?” Hermione twiddled her thumbs nervously in her lap. Daphne noticed, and she and Blaise shared a worried look. They barely knew this girl but they were still very concerned about her. “Quidditch is a sport that wizards and witches do on broomsticks. Oh, were you raised by Muggles? That must be horrible!” Blaise said all in one breath. Hermione glanced uneasily at the pair looking very worried at her. Hermione gulped. “Uh, I’d rather not talk about it, if that’s okay with you.” she said, a bit colder than intended. Daphne and Blaise shared a concerned look once more and decided to drop the subject and continue talking about Quidditch, not Qiouditt. ~~~~ After 13 chocolate frogs, 9 pumpkin pasties, 10 cauldron cakes, and 3 pieces of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, they finally got of the train and into Hogwarts. This was the day that Hermione had been waiting for since the day she got her letter and when Professor McGonagall went to her house, explaining everything. Not even the thought of her parents could spoil this day. Hermione read all about ‘Hogwarts: A History’, of course. She went shopping in Diagon Alley with Professor McGonagall, who seemed very fond of Hermione. “I’m sure you’ll be a Gryffindor,” the Professor said that day. She then purchased the book for Hermione, who accepted it very happily. Hermione hoped to be in Gryffindor, like Professor McGonagall said she would be. Although Slytherin didn’t sound that bad like every other person said it was. But when she got closer and closer to being called to be sorted, she became more and more unsure. What if she got sorted into Hufflepuff? What if the Sorting Hat messed up on her turn? What if she doesn’t get sorted at all? What if— “Granger, Hermione!” Hermione paled and her mouth went dry. She glanced at Daphne, who was next to her, and Daphne gave her an encouraging smile. Hermione nodded back and shakily went up to sit on the stool. As she put the hat on her head, she could hear the Hat talking in her brain! ‘Hm, another very difficult student… has a developed hatred for her parents…’ Hermione panicked momentarily. No one was supposed to know about that! ‘Ooh, rather touchy, hmm? Well, this shouldn’t be hard then.’ “SLYTHERIN!” the Hat announced out loud. Hermione stumbled to her feet and glanced worriedly at Professor McGonagall, who’s face fell the moment the Hat called out ‘Slytherin’. The professor gave her a weak but encouraging nod and gestured for her to go down to where the rest of the Slytherins were. A couple of ‘boo’s rose up from the Gryffindor table and some cheers from the Slytherins as she placed the hat down back on the stool and walked down with her head high. She was going to show those Gryffindorks what they would miss without her there.