Hermione Granger and the Time of her Life

Hermione Granger and the Time of her Life

Chapter 3: Harry

Finally, they reached the Hogwarts entrance. Fleur went through a separate way, for she had to be sorted, while Ron and Hermione proceeded directly to the Great Hall.

Suddenly, Hermione stopped. There he was...

"Harry!" She called, interrupting her best friend from seeing his godfather depart, for he immediately turned around to glance at his best friend.

His eyes widened in surprise. Hermione looked different, somehow; almost...well, beautiful. Harry swallowed, confused by his thoughts. Hermione couldn't be beautiful! She was just...just Hermione. Right?

Although Harry didn't look so bad himself. Not surprisingly, he was somewhat taller, and his once small frame, if not exactly muscular, was certainly no longer scrawny. Hermione also noted his new glasses, which, in her opinion, suited his emerald green eyes perfectly

"Wow," was the only word she could think of before finding herself engulfed in Harry's embrace. Mind you, she was more than happy to welcome the gesture.

"Hey! What about my hug?" protested Ron. Harry laughed and hugged him too.

Later, they made their way to the Gryffindor table, talking all the way through the hallway. There, Hermione found out that Harry was the Gryffindor prefect, most surprisingly, but she didn't mind as long as she was back with her friends.

At the welcoming dinner, they began to gather the new term's usual news. Oliver Wood and Katie Bell were Head boy and Head girl, Cho Chang was a Ravenclaw prefect, Susan Bones, Hufflepuff and Draco Malfoy, Slytherin. They enjoyed a happy meal and Hermione was later joined by Fleur, who despite been sorted into Ravenclaw, spent a couple of minutes at the Gryffindor table, to Harry's surprise.

After a long night of laughs, chats, teachers' speeches, and encounters, the prefects were set to guide their houses to their respective common rooms.

Fleur was walking with the rest of the Ravenclaws when suddenly a boy stopped Cho and whispered something in her ear. Cho nodded and the boy turned around to face the students; he was very handsome.

Or at least that's what crossed Fleur's mind before she heard him say what she least expected:

"Fleur Delacour?"

"'Zat would be moi," she answered in her usually composed tone.

"Madame Maxime is expecting you. Follow me, please."

Fleur did as instructed, mind you, never taking her sapphire blue eyes off the handsome brown- haired guy. Who was he? She didn't care. All that she knew was that he was hot!! Wait a minute! You're not supposed to be looking at him! He's supposed to be looking at you! You're the part veela! Her mind reprehended her. It was right. She had never once before in her life bothered in looking at a guy for more than five seconds. They did all the looking at her. After all, she was irresistible.

"Fleur! May I ask where 'ze 'ell are you going?"

Fleur's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Madame Maxime's screeching voice. It was then that she realized she had passed the Headmaster's office.

"Miss Delacour, it's this way," the guy indicated her.

"Of course. It's just 'zat 'zis school is so big. One can get lost in seconds," Fleur smiled innocently, hoping that Madame Maxime had bought her statement, but it didn't seem that way. Thankfully, her Headmistress kept her mouth shut.

After cursing everything around her, Fleur sighed, making an entrance to the big office in front of her. She was determined not to let her eyes get away with her again. And they definitely wouldn't.