Through the Barrier

"There lay Harry and Ron, sleeping."

"If it isn't Mudblood Granger and.... Williams???"

"You know Drakie, you would be mush more of a hunk..."

"Draco Malfoy never smiles."

"the rest of the house will get you hext for mutiny."

Chapter 4. A strange encounter.

The next day, Hermione woke Emily up by seven. They got dressed quietly to not wake the other girls in the dormitory. The decided to wear Muggle clothes since they had to go to Muggle London. And then they got down to the common room.

"Good morning Sarah," Hermione said to a little second-year.

"Morning Hermione!" Sarah replied happily, excited that the sixth-year remembered her name.

"Have you seen Harry or Ron, Sarah? Not that I think that they're up by this hour, but anyway. Have you seen them?"

"Yes. They never got up to their dormitory last night. They're over there."

She pointed at two armchairs by the fire. There lay Harry and Ron, sleeping.

"I told them not to be up too late!"

Hermione turned to Emily. She grinned.

"Shall we?"

"Brilliant idea!" Emily said and smiled wickedly. "Can I? I think I know just the spell."

"Go ahead."

Hermione gave Emily her wand and Emily pointed at Harry and Ron.

"Aquarius!"

Two buckets of ice-cold water came down from the sealing, right on the boys. Harry and Ron woke up with a scream and were only able to see the backs of the two girls that had pranked them, 'cause Emily and Hermione had ran out from the common room, screaming with laughter.

"Way to go!" Hermione and Emily did a highfive.

"That was fun!" Emily said. "In which direction is the Great Hall?"

"That way."

"You will have to teach me were everything is tomorrow. Or else I'll get lost."

"Don't worry," Hermione said. "You can follow us, or just ask someone, or borrow Harry's map."

"The Marauders map? I've always wanted to see it."

"Wow. Those books really tell everything. Even Harry's map is on it. Do you know how he got it?"

"Yes. Third year. He got it from Fred and George."

"This is so strange. I feel like I should tell you everything about Hogwarts and the people within it, but you already know everything. It's just strange."

"Don't worry," Emily said. "I still don't know my way around here, and I know almost everything about Harry, not about you. So tell me, how is it to always hang around two Quidditch-obsessed boys who tend to put themselves in danger all the time?"

"Well, you see...," Hermione began.

"Well, well, well... If it isn't Mudblood Granger and.... Williams???"

A pale, blond boy just came out of a classroom. Hermione sighed.

"Oh, sod off! Emily this is..."

"Don't tell me. Let's see... Pale skin, blond hair, disgusted expression, a tendency to call Hermione Mudblood... You must be Draco Malfoy. Hello, I'm Emily Williams, we met on the train? Transfer student from Sweden, Muggle born, and a newly sorted Gryffindor. You know Drakie, you would be much more of a hunk if you dropped that snarl and disgusted expression of yours. Well, now, if you'll excuse us, we're off to the Great Hall. See you later. Ta'ra!"

Emily grabbed Hermione's arm and quickly walked off.

A few corridors later they stopped. Hermione starred at Emily.

"What's the matter?" Emily asked.

"What's the matter?!!!" Hermione said, not believing what she heard. You just called Draco Malfoy "Drakie" and told him that he would be a hunk if he dropped his snarl and disgusted expression!! And why did you say that you met on the train?"

"We did. I literary ran into him. And Hermione, please! Think of it. He is a hunk. Honestly. At least when he smiles."

"Draco Malfoy never smiles. At least not truly."

"He did to me on the train. He was even polite."

"No way!" Hermione said and looked astonished.

The girls started walking again. Hermione, not feeling very comfortable about what they were speaking about, tried to change subject.

"So, you said there were movies about us? Are they any good?"

"Well, yes, but not always very like reality."

"What do you mean?"

"You see," Emily began, "for example in the movies, Harry moves up to Dudley's second bedroom on the summer between his first and second year at Hogwarts, not on the summer before he attends Hogwarts like in the book, and reality, I guess. And you have some classes with the Hufflepuffs, some classes with the Ravenclaws, some classes with the Slytherins and some classes with only your house, like DADA and Divination, right?"

"Yes."

"Here's the thing. In the movies, you have every class together with all the students in your year."

"That's weird," Hermione said. "What about the people then?"

"I think they're very accurate, but I have just seen a few. And now I know how Dan, Emma, and Rupert will look in a couple of years. You see, they were eleven when the first movie were recorded, twelve on the second. But Tom Felton who play Draco wasn't. He was fourteen in the first and fifteen in the second movie. So I have never seen Draco as an eleven-year old. But I have seen Tom when he was small. He was cute in "The Borrowers" but in "Anna and the King", he was quite ugly. And if you ask me, without that blond hair and when he has it like he wants to have it, Tom Felton is really ugly (Yes I do think he's ugly! So what! Hex me, I don't care!)."

"Do you have a picture of... Tom Felton, was it?" Hermione asked.

"Um, no...," Emily blushed. "But I have a large poster of him as Draco Malfoy in his Quidditch-outfit in my trunk. I was planning on putting it up in my bedroom at Smeltings."

"Well trust me," Hermione said, "you'd better keep it in the bottom of your trunk or the rest of the house will get you hext for mutiny."

"I'll do that. Oh, so this is the Great hall?!"

They had finally arrived to the Great hall. It was almost empty, except from a couple of second and third-years and of course...

"Good morning Colin and Dennis," Hermione greeted.

"Mornin' Hermione and Emily," the Creevey-brothers replied.

Hermione and Emily sat down a bit away from them and started eating pancakes. While they ate, they spoke about Hogwarts, classes, students and teachers.