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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
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19,008
Reviews:
24
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The Sorting Ceremony and The Feast
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Chapter 3:
The Sorting Ceremony and The Feast
The carriages took all the students to Hogwarts, and from there everyone entered the great to begin the Sorting Ceremony, and most of all, they were all hungrily awaiting the feast.
In the Great Hall, everyone including Harry, Hermione, and Ron settled down at their house tables, awaiting the ceremony. The 1st Years were brought into the Great Hall and lined up in front of a 3-legged stool with a raggedy old hat resting upon it. All of the 1st Years looked around nervously not knowing what to expect, and everyone in the Great Hall knew how they felt.
Professor McGonagall got up in front of everyone and announced, "We have some transfer students from Beauxbatons and they will be sorted along with all the 1st Years, now let us begin…” Professor McGonagall said excitedly. “Williams, Brad,” she yelled, Brad was a First Year, who looked probably even more nervous then anyone else did. He slowly walked up to Professor McGonagall, not knowing what to do. She whispered something to him and he sat down on the stool and put the hat on his head, and the hat almost instantly yelled out:
“RAVENCLAW!”
All of the First Years were sorted in this way. After the First Years were sorted, the transfer students came back to everyone’s minds, and the whole room became curious. “Now it’s time for the transfer students to be sorted into their houses,” Professor McGonagall announced. Then she called out, "Moonshine, Michelle".
A gorgeous, 6th Year veela with flowing gold hair, made her way to the stool. All the girls glared in amazement and all the boys' jaws dropped, but Harry for some reason, wasn’t too interested. Michelle didn’t look as nervous as the First Years, but she was very anxious to find out what house she would be in. She sat down on the 3-legged stool and the sorting hat was placed on her head. After a few short moments, the hat called out:
"GRYFFINDOR!"
All of the Gryffindors cheered, and the guys whistled and clapped loudest of all. Michelle jumped up with a smile on her face and ran straight to Hermione. "Hey Herms!" Michelle exclaimed excitedly. Hermione grinned happily, "Hey Moony! Congratulations on making Gryffindor!" Michelle squealed excitedly, and then said quietly, "I would never be able to take being in any other house!" Hermione nodded, "I'd miss you, knowing you were at Hogwarts and I was unable to see you."
Harry and Ron looked really confused at this point and Harry spoke up, "You two know each other?" Hermione and Michelle nodded at the same time, then Hermione said, "Yeah, we were friends a while ago, then I got my Hogwarts letter and she got her Beauxbatons letter and we had to go our separate ways." Harry just simply mouthed, "Oh." Hermione smiled and looks at Michelle, "By the way Moony, this is Harry!" Michelle giggled, "Yeah, I know who he is, you couldn't stop talking about him in your owls!" Hermione blushed scarlet. Harry raised an eyebrow, “Really?” he asked. “Oh yeah, of course, you didn’t know? She’s obsessed!” Michelle laughed. “Whatever Michelle, I just wanted to keep you updated on everything that’s going on and since Harry’s one of my best friends, of course I would talk about him,” Hermione defended herself. “Suure,” Michelle smiled, and winked at Hermione. Hermione rolled her eyes.
Michelle settled down next to Hermione as all the guys regained consciousness from their dazed state. Professor McGonagall then called out, "Hunter, Eric." This time it was the girls’ turns to go crazy. There could be whispers heard such as "Oh my Gosh! He is sooooo hott!" and "Wow! That can make a girl's heart melt!" Even the First Years couldn’t take their eyes off him, and some of the older girls couldn’t help saying, “Wow, he would be a good shag!”
A handsome, well build, 6th Year boy with straight blonde hair and electric blue eyes, made his way to the front of the room and sat down on the stool. All the girls in the room sighed dreamily, but Hermione wasn’t too interested. Michelle sighed, smiling, "And there's Eric!" Hermione looked confused, "who's Eric?" Michelle, smiling dreamily, answered quietly, "Oh, he's also a transfer from Beauxbatons," Hermione giggled, “And you like him?” she asked. “How’d you know?” Michelle looked at Hermione. Hermione laughed, “Michelle it’s obvious by the way you’re looking at him,” she replied.
Michelle sighed sadly, “Yeah, I do like him, but he’ll never notice me. I’ve been trying to get him to notice me for years already, he doesn’t know I exist,” Michelle whined. “Don’t worry Michelle, if it’s meant to be everything will turn out just the way you want it, and if it’s not meant to be, then you’ll find someone ten times better for you, I’m sure he’ll notice you. But you never know, maybe he’ll turn out to be an ass,” Hermione shrugged. “All that hotness wasted on an asshole? Can’t be!” Michelle reassured herself. Hermione laughed, “Don’t worry Michelle, everything will turn out for the best, but let’s put it this way Michelle, if he ends up in Slytherin, don’t even bother, any other house, go for it!” They both laughed.
The sorting was placed on Eric’s head, and a few moments later, the hat yelled out:
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Eric grinned happily and ran over to the Gryffindor table. Michelle squealed with excitement, "Oh, this makes it sooooo much easier! And it’s not Slytherin!" Hermione smiled and nodded. Michelle laughed.
Then, Professor Dumbledore stood up and clears his throat. The whole room was immediately quiet and everyone's attention was on Dumbledore. Dumbledore looked around the room at everyone, "I see many new faces, and some old ones,” he said winking at Harry, “I would like to welcome all the new students to Hogwarts and to all those who have been here before. Welcome Back! I would just like to remind you that the Dark Forest is forbidden to everyone, unless you are with a professor. The prefects for this year are Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger for Gryffindor, Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson for Slytherin, Jessica Stone and Nick Radley for Ravenclaw, and Michael Rider and Elizabeth Andrews, and all I have to say now is… DIG IN!"
All the plates magically filled up with so much food that it wasn’t even imaginable. Harry and Hermione was already aware that they were going to be the prefects, since they got their badge and letter with the usual letter they get from Hogwarts every summer, with the list of supplies that will be needed for the next year.
Everyone ate happily, eager to start a new year at Hogwarts. But no one was happier than Harry, who knew that he wouldn’t have to see the Dursleys for another whole year.
Chapter 3:
The Sorting Ceremony and The Feast
The carriages took all the students to Hogwarts, and from there everyone entered the great to begin the Sorting Ceremony, and most of all, they were all hungrily awaiting the feast.
In the Great Hall, everyone including Harry, Hermione, and Ron settled down at their house tables, awaiting the ceremony. The 1st Years were brought into the Great Hall and lined up in front of a 3-legged stool with a raggedy old hat resting upon it. All of the 1st Years looked around nervously not knowing what to expect, and everyone in the Great Hall knew how they felt.
Professor McGonagall got up in front of everyone and announced, "We have some transfer students from Beauxbatons and they will be sorted along with all the 1st Years, now let us begin…” Professor McGonagall said excitedly. “Williams, Brad,” she yelled, Brad was a First Year, who looked probably even more nervous then anyone else did. He slowly walked up to Professor McGonagall, not knowing what to do. She whispered something to him and he sat down on the stool and put the hat on his head, and the hat almost instantly yelled out:
“RAVENCLAW!”
All of the First Years were sorted in this way. After the First Years were sorted, the transfer students came back to everyone’s minds, and the whole room became curious. “Now it’s time for the transfer students to be sorted into their houses,” Professor McGonagall announced. Then she called out, "Moonshine, Michelle".
A gorgeous, 6th Year veela with flowing gold hair, made her way to the stool. All the girls glared in amazement and all the boys' jaws dropped, but Harry for some reason, wasn’t too interested. Michelle didn’t look as nervous as the First Years, but she was very anxious to find out what house she would be in. She sat down on the 3-legged stool and the sorting hat was placed on her head. After a few short moments, the hat called out:
"GRYFFINDOR!"
All of the Gryffindors cheered, and the guys whistled and clapped loudest of all. Michelle jumped up with a smile on her face and ran straight to Hermione. "Hey Herms!" Michelle exclaimed excitedly. Hermione grinned happily, "Hey Moony! Congratulations on making Gryffindor!" Michelle squealed excitedly, and then said quietly, "I would never be able to take being in any other house!" Hermione nodded, "I'd miss you, knowing you were at Hogwarts and I was unable to see you."
Harry and Ron looked really confused at this point and Harry spoke up, "You two know each other?" Hermione and Michelle nodded at the same time, then Hermione said, "Yeah, we were friends a while ago, then I got my Hogwarts letter and she got her Beauxbatons letter and we had to go our separate ways." Harry just simply mouthed, "Oh." Hermione smiled and looks at Michelle, "By the way Moony, this is Harry!" Michelle giggled, "Yeah, I know who he is, you couldn't stop talking about him in your owls!" Hermione blushed scarlet. Harry raised an eyebrow, “Really?” he asked. “Oh yeah, of course, you didn’t know? She’s obsessed!” Michelle laughed. “Whatever Michelle, I just wanted to keep you updated on everything that’s going on and since Harry’s one of my best friends, of course I would talk about him,” Hermione defended herself. “Suure,” Michelle smiled, and winked at Hermione. Hermione rolled her eyes.
Michelle settled down next to Hermione as all the guys regained consciousness from their dazed state. Professor McGonagall then called out, "Hunter, Eric." This time it was the girls’ turns to go crazy. There could be whispers heard such as "Oh my Gosh! He is sooooo hott!" and "Wow! That can make a girl's heart melt!" Even the First Years couldn’t take their eyes off him, and some of the older girls couldn’t help saying, “Wow, he would be a good shag!”
A handsome, well build, 6th Year boy with straight blonde hair and electric blue eyes, made his way to the front of the room and sat down on the stool. All the girls in the room sighed dreamily, but Hermione wasn’t too interested. Michelle sighed, smiling, "And there's Eric!" Hermione looked confused, "who's Eric?" Michelle, smiling dreamily, answered quietly, "Oh, he's also a transfer from Beauxbatons," Hermione giggled, “And you like him?” she asked. “How’d you know?” Michelle looked at Hermione. Hermione laughed, “Michelle it’s obvious by the way you’re looking at him,” she replied.
Michelle sighed sadly, “Yeah, I do like him, but he’ll never notice me. I’ve been trying to get him to notice me for years already, he doesn’t know I exist,” Michelle whined. “Don’t worry Michelle, if it’s meant to be everything will turn out just the way you want it, and if it’s not meant to be, then you’ll find someone ten times better for you, I’m sure he’ll notice you. But you never know, maybe he’ll turn out to be an ass,” Hermione shrugged. “All that hotness wasted on an asshole? Can’t be!” Michelle reassured herself. Hermione laughed, “Don’t worry Michelle, everything will turn out for the best, but let’s put it this way Michelle, if he ends up in Slytherin, don’t even bother, any other house, go for it!” They both laughed.
The sorting was placed on Eric’s head, and a few moments later, the hat yelled out:
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Eric grinned happily and ran over to the Gryffindor table. Michelle squealed with excitement, "Oh, this makes it sooooo much easier! And it’s not Slytherin!" Hermione smiled and nodded. Michelle laughed.
Then, Professor Dumbledore stood up and clears his throat. The whole room was immediately quiet and everyone's attention was on Dumbledore. Dumbledore looked around the room at everyone, "I see many new faces, and some old ones,” he said winking at Harry, “I would like to welcome all the new students to Hogwarts and to all those who have been here before. Welcome Back! I would just like to remind you that the Dark Forest is forbidden to everyone, unless you are with a professor. The prefects for this year are Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger for Gryffindor, Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson for Slytherin, Jessica Stone and Nick Radley for Ravenclaw, and Michael Rider and Elizabeth Andrews, and all I have to say now is… DIG IN!"
All the plates magically filled up with so much food that it wasn’t even imaginable. Harry and Hermione was already aware that they were going to be the prefects, since they got their badge and letter with the usual letter they get from Hogwarts every summer, with the list of supplies that will be needed for the next year.
Everyone ate happily, eager to start a new year at Hogwarts. But no one was happier than Harry, who knew that he wouldn’t have to see the Dursleys for another whole year.