Hello all! It's Kris. This chapter will basically involve the introduction of Hermione with a different scene I made that fits perfectly in my mind. Thank you so much for your reviews. Here are my responses.
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Quiet and peaceful was the village and the feeling of a start of a new day hung in the air. This day of predictability was about to begin, with all those residents living out their conventional lives. Never was there a day where the ritual of the morning was different. Never was there a person who decided to wander out into the waters of unpredictability. Except a young girl named...Hermione.
One by one the whole village awoke starting living their provincial lives. Gathering food, selling, buying and taking care of children, was the ordinary day-to-day life for these people.
The village had a history where magic was considered unlawful. Magic was forgotten and was not taught unless by old professors and by reading in books. They had gone back to their old muggle ways and forgot magic. However there were a select few that remained from the era of magic however but soon they are dying off as they cannot perform their charms and produce their potions that support their health. Magic was going to become extinct, for nowhere in the whole of France was magic taught. All wands were only to be used by their sole owner or by blood relations. A daughter or son of a witch or wizard could only use a wand. The punishment was death for those who intended to keep up this practice.
Hermione walked through the crowds of the village towards a stone building with a pillar positioned beside the door with a board on it. School of Diggory: A School To Educate The Men, rising leaders, of our community. She practically flung open the door nostrils flaring and her nose met the smell of pungent smoke. She glanced in the direction of the corridor, which was crowded with candles, towards the main room where voices were coming from.
She made her way into what was a classroom filled with desks and took her seat at the front. She saw that there were many men in there, staring at her bravado. Whisperings started and all the young laughed.
"What are you doing here Hermione, this is the boy's school…it's not for girls."
The master had come in now. "Why aren't all of you in your seats!" he snapped and soon all the men had taken their seats. "Now yes, where are my glasses." He was an old man about 50 and had a beard that ruffled when he chortled at his own silly little jokes. "Here we are…" he chuckled and turned to the class. "Get out your sheet of parchment and begin with this question: Who was Hippocrates?"
Everyone began writing for the next hour and a half. Hermione had written over 2 feet in parchment. She was getting very odd looks from the men but she could care less. She walked up to the master when it was time hand in the essay and gave it to him, unwavering.
The master eyed her curiously for a second than went into the hallway bringing in Master Alucuin, who happened to be the most feared of the teachers.
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU MISS GRANGER ABOUT COMING IN MY CLASS."
"You told me that I was to never come in your class, but you never cared to specify that I should not come at all." The class of young men sniggered as the young girl outsmarted their own teacher.
"Silence!" he bellowed at them.
"With all do respect sir; I came in here for what all these other men came in here for. I want to learn." Hermione said to him.
"Get out…" he had turned his back to her and muttered this.
"But …sir…" she started.
"I SAID GET OUT!" he bellowed at her as he turned around and faced her.
She ran out of the building, eyes pricked with tears. As she was about to exit she wiped her eyes and put on a cool expression and grabbed her book out of her bag and walked out of the building.
This angered her so much that women were not able to receive the same education as men had in her time. Of course they offered the basics until the age of twelve where girls were taken by their mothers and taught…to knit. Hermione shivered at the thought. This was not fair at all.
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Meanwhile a handsome young man stood outside with his rifle in his hand as he swiftly shot a duck about 40 feet in the air. Not a bead of sweat lay on his cool expression face. Being the most prized of the young men and hunters group, he walked over to his follower who bagged the duck as it fell on the ground.
"Wow Draco! You didn't miss a single one, you're the greatest hunter in the world that has ever existed!" he exalted.
Instead of taking this humbly the young Draco Malfoy took it with great conceit. "I know."
"Every girl in the village would want you as their husband! None stand a chance of resisting you! Every guy wants to be you!"
"It's true Goyle and I for the matter've got my eyes set on that pretty one." he said pointing at the girl emerging from the school rather unladylike.
"Hermione?!" Goyle said surprised.
"Yes, she's the lucky girl that I'm going to woo and marry." he replied proudly.
"But she's..." Goyle started.
"The most beautiful girl in town..." Draco finished off dreamily.
"I know but..." Goyle tried lamely.
"That makes her the best," Draco snarled snapping out of his reverie. "And don't I deserve the best?"
"Well of course! I mean you do, but..." Goyle started again but was interrupted on the love-stricken ramblings of his friend.
The Patil twins were watching rather closely as they were smitten by the handsome Malfoy. "Look there he goes. Isn't he dreamy? Monsieur Malfoy! Oh he's so cute. Be still my heart. I'm hardly breathing. He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!" they said standing at the water pump fainting. (A/N from beauty and the beast. I had to put it in there. )
Draco began to follow Hermione after he decided he was going to speak to her today and perhaps taking her to his gallery. He walked right behind her, so close he could smell her hair. Lost in her scent he didn't know he followed her right into a closing door.
"Oy!" he bellowed as he stared at the door of the library. "Blasted door." He then watched Hermione through the window. He watched as she talked to Madam Pince and took a book from a shelf.
"Draco I don't know. But she's not really that pretty. What do you see in her? She reads of all things!"
Before Draco could retaliate Hermione was already coming out of the library and he quickly shoved Goyle in a near by watering can. He heard her speak.
"Thank you so much!" Hermione said and she bid farewell to Madam Pince. When she turned around she found herself facing Sir Draco Malfoy. She tried to walk by him but he wouldn't let her go and ended up dropping her book in the mud. When she tried to pick it up, he stepped on it and picked it up.
"Why hello Hermione!"
"Hello Draco..."
"How can you read this...there are no pictures," he muttered, fumbling through the pages of the book.
"Some people can learn to imagine things..." Hermione retorted taking the book and wiping the mud off it.
"Hermione the whole town is talking. It's not right for a woman to read. She starts getting ideas and thinking...There are more important things to think about...like me." He ended puffing out his chest proudly.
"You are by far the most conceited little…" Hermione started but was cut off.
"What do you say you come and see my collection of..." Draco suggested taking her arm in his.
"No thanks Draco, I have to go see Sir Weasley," she said walking off.
"What that crazy pathetic form of a peasant?" Goyle guffawed finally emerging from the tank of rainwater.
"Don't you ever talk about Arthur Weasley that way!" Hermione said angered for a moment and then she turned her heel and head for the Burrow.
The thing that she wanted to go to the Weasleys for was the fact that it was her 18th birthday and that had a remarkable significance.
She had found when she was eight years old, Mr. Weasley using a rod like object and made things levitate and appear. She was not so common visitor at that time since her parents were still alive, but she did not want to think about that. She asked Mr. Weasley if he could teach her that and what he was doing, was it real…? She was given the response that if she told no one, Mr. Weasley himself would teach her magic on her 18th birthday.
She sighed and found herself at the gate of the Weasley property, The Burrow.
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MissLexiRe: Thanks so much for pointing that out. It's terribly hard to get that one down lol...I have this whole thing in my head.."look there she goes..." and well I'm thinking belle. Thanks so much for the little point out...you should have seen it on fanfictoin though...lmao ..instead of Malfoy I had put Gaston..lol cheers!