Sika's FanFic
(Thanks, Sika!)
The steps to Hogwarts were cold. Each step Harry took felt like ice underneath his bare feet. It was a cool October night, and Harry was to meet Ron, Hermione and Hagrid at Hagrid’s hut. Harry stopped. His eyes darted about the foggy mist laying above the nearly frozen Hogwarts gates. Harry stepped towards Hagrid's hut, each step cooler than the previous. Harry reached Hagrid’s hut, and with a THUD THUD THUD, he was greeted by Hagrid not too shortly.
“Ah, ‘Arry! Come in!” Hagrid greeted Harry, also offering him some cookies.
“No thanks, Hagrid.” Harry said, remembering a previous experience with Hagrid’s cooking.
“Hello, Harry!” Hermione and Ron said in unison. “We’ve got something to tell you,” Hermione said seriously, with a very anxious look on her face.
“Draco’s been expelled!!!” Ron said excitedly. “Only Hagrid wouldn’t tell us why, or when.”
Ron stuffed his face with the cookies that Hagrid had neatly arranged with ribbon curling around each cookie.
“Listen, ‘Aary. Yeh can’t tell anyone. Dumbledore’s gonna tell the rest o’ the school his parents are sending him to Durmstrang.” Hagrid leaned down to look Harry directly in the eye. “Promise me, ‘Arry, that you won’t tell anyone.”
Harry tried to keep a smile off his face. “You’ve got my word!” Harry bit his lip, so that he wouldn’t smile.
Harry, Ron and Hermione got up and walked back to the castle. “I know!!” said Ron, “I can’t believe it!!! I’m so happy!”
Where’d Draco go?
Harry awoke the next morning, to meet Ron and Hermione in the common room. “Hi Hermione, Ron…,” Harry said, yawning and stretching. “Where’s everyone else?”
“They already went down to breakfast…you slept in…” Hermione said, with a snobby look on her face, and an arched eyebrow. “Let’s go down, ok?”
Harry, Ron, and Hermione headed down to the great hall, where there was quite a stir about where Draco was. The Slytherin table was looking very glum, not to mention not-as-evil. George and Fred had smirks on their faces, and the rest of the Gryffindors were quite happy as well. “I’m happy to have that little….thing gone!” Fred said gulping down some orange juice.
“Me too!” said Dennis Creevey, a tiny second year. “He was so mean!! He had no reason!”
The room suddenly got quiet, and everyone’s attention was focused on the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He stood up, asking everyone’s attention, then spoke: “As many of you know, Draco Malfoy, fifth year, has transferred to Durmstrang. We are terribly, terribly sorry, as he was a great contribution to the school’s excitement!” Most of the room was smiling, as most of them had had some kind of awful experience with Draco, or his two sidekicks, Vincent Crabbe, or Gregory Goyle.
“This is great! No more Draco…” Harry said, grinning.
The confessions
Ron, Hermione and Harry set off for Hogsmeade, where they were going to be for the rest of the day. “I’m just SO happy…no more ‘stupid mudblood’ this or that…” Hermione said, as they stepped into The Leaky Cauldron.
“I’ll be right back…Hermione, Harry, butterbeer??” Ron asked. Both of them nodded, then Ron went and got them.
“Harry…Listen… I have to tell you something…” Hermione turned bright red, and bit her lip.
“I’m in…I’m in love with --” Hermione was interrupted by Harry.
“….but Hermione…there's something you should know first.” Harry stopped, closed his eyes and bit his lip. “I don’t like you…I like Cho Chang…”
“But Harry! What does this have anything to do with me?”
“Well you just said…”
“Said what?”
“You're in love with me, right?”
“Um…no…” Hermione’s voice started whispering. “I’m in love with RON!”
“Ohhh!!!” Harry turned bright red. Ron returned shortly, with three butterbeers.
“What happened?” Ron asked, seeing Hermione hiding her face with her sleeves.
“Nothing!” Both of them replied, blushing furiously. “We were just having a conversation about er --” Hermione was interrupted by Harry.
“Quidditch!” As usual, it was the only thing on Harry’s mind..
“Yes, and you know Cedric…with Quidditch and all…” Hermione shuffled her feet and took a sip of her butterbeer.
“Um…right,” Ron said, with a confused look on his face. He took a sip of butterbeer, then said, “Harry, ahem!” and made jerky head movements, which obviously meant that Harry had to follow him.
To be continued. Check back soon.