Hello there, and welcome to Fate, my second Fan Fiction on SnitchSeeker. I like to have a really friendly thread, so chatting is okay, but let’s keep it to a minimum. I don’t want spam. :] Also, constructive criticism is appreciated, but please don’t flame me. Also, if you have a problem with one of my readers, please PM them about it. Don’t yell at them on my thread.
Fate is based around Hermione Granger’s Seventh Year. I’ve never written with any of these characters before, so please bear with me. In this story, also, I would like to point out that it does
not completely stick to the facts. My last story did that, and I spent more time researching than writing. Dumbledore is still alive, and no one has died or been hurt at Hogwarts since Cedric. I will not be posting much about Voldemort or Harry’s adventurous life: this is a romance around Hermione. Also, I can tell you now: if you think you know whom she’ll end up with (in the beginning), you’re probably wrong. All right, here’s the actual summary.
School spirit is down at Hogwarts, but Dumbledore’s got an idea that will definitely kick things up a notch. When Hermione is thrown into the chaos, she finds trouble balancing school, her duties, and a forbidden romance. But when it’s all over, she discovers that maybe there wasn’t ever anything there- and when that happens, her friends aren’t so forgiving. Watch Hermione as she grows from the small bookworm to the confused teenager in a plot that discovers romance, tests friendships, and proves that time really does make you wiser.
“This is the part where you tell me that you love me.”
“So I'm supposed to lie?”
“If that’s what it takes,” he answered. “Now go back to the script.”
Hermione glared at Draco angrily and looked down at her parchment. Keeping her voice monotone, she said, “I love you too, Charlie.”
Draco stomped his foot and turned on her. “You have emotion, you got this part;
act it out.”
They were sitting in the Great Hall, which was completely empty except for the two of them. The ceiling illustrated a stormy day ahead, and the House banners waved in the magic-produced wind. Fire crackled dangerously to the right of their positions, and it reflected Hermione’s temper perfectly.
“This is ridiculous! If I‘d known that you were going to land the role of Charlie, then I wouldn’t have tried out for Charlotte.”
“Well, maybe if Cedric hadn’t died three years ago and those stupid Hufflepuffs would just move on, we wouldn’t have to ‘revive school spirit,’” he shot back, mocking Dumbledore’s speech.
“Oh, real witty,” she said. “Maybe if Voldemort wasn’t such a prat and would actually come and find Harry, instead of having his stupid morons in black capes do his dirty work for him, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“Shut up,” he said gruffly, grabbing Hermione roughly by the arm.
“Let go of me,” she hissed. “Or some people may get the impression that you’re actually in his little league.”
He shoved her away with such force that she fell to the ground. Turning on his heel, Draco stormed out of the Hall, leaving Hermione stranded on the floor.
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“How was practice?” Ron asked as Hermione stormed back into the dormitory.
“Oh, just great!” she cried. “I have to put up with Malfoy the whole time! I wish I never would have tried out!”
“Then why did you?” asked Harry, looking up from his and Ron’s game of Wizard’s Chess.
“I already explained it to you,” she sighed, pulling up a chair next to the board. “I'm Head Girl. I'm supposed to set an example.”
“Blaise Zabini made Head Boy and he didn’t try to ‘set an example,’” replied Harry gruffly, and then took out one of Ron’s knights. “I just can’t believe Dumbledore put
him in charge. I mean, he’s a Slytherin!”
“Your house doesn’t have anything to do with it,” Hermione said, standing up. “Nicole Owens and Robin Pike both held the Head positions in 1876. They were both Slytherins.”
“Oh, I bet that year was horrible for everyone,” Ron laughed. “Stupid gits.”
“Why do you always have to stereotype the Slytherins? There could actually be a decent one.”
“Why do you always have to assume everyone is nice?” Harry shot back. “Just give it a rest, Hermione. Do you see Malfoy being nice anytime soon?”
She sighed, knowing that it was pointless to argue. “Come on, we’ve got Herbology soon.”
“It’s our Seventh Year,” Ron groaned. “Can’t we just… skip?”
“Ron, you’re a Prefect!” Hermione cried. “That’s horrible. We need to prepare for our N.E.W.T’s! No skipping.”
As they left, however, Hermione could’ve sworn she heard him say, “Divination.”
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“Begin,” Professor Snape instructed, scowling at the class.
Harry groaned as a complex potion written in miniscule writing glared at him. “Why did I even continue with this?”
“Because you need the class if you want to become an Auror,” Hermione shot back. “You shouldn’t complain; Snape normally doesn’t take lower than an ‘E’ on our O.W.L.S. If it wasn’t for Dumbledore, you wouldn’t be in here.”
“No,” Ron hissed back softly. “If it wasn’t for the
Order, we wouldn’t be in here.”
“Ron, don’t talk about that in here,” Hermione warned, looking around to make sure no one had heard. “Especially because there are Slytherins present!”
“Aha!” Ron cried, then sunk back a little at Snape’s glare. “See, even you just admitted it; they are evil.”
“I never said that they’re ‘evil,’” Hermione replied huffily. “They’re just… just more worthy of suspicion.”
“Mmhmm,” Harry mumbled in an ‘I-told-you-so’ tone.
Hermione sighed and continued to work, but was startled when a piece of parchment smacked her in the back of the head. She jumped and accidentally dropped in an extra bit of rat’s juice. The potion turned a deep purple and began to boil.
“Er, professor?” she asked, sliding the parchment under her foot and out of sight.
Snape sulked over and looked at her concoction. “Surprising, Miss Granger. You’ve actually managed to do worse than Potter. Zero marks for today; clean it up before I take points from Gryffindor.”
Hermione groaned and scrubbed out her cauldron. She heard a few Slytherins laughing and she assumed that they were the ones who threw the paper. She picked it up and unfolded it, but right before she could read it, Harry interrupted.
“Wow, someone is in a positively horrid mood today,” he said, referring to Snape, and the bell rang. “Come on, let’s go to lunch. I'm starving.”
She nodded and followed them out. When she reached the door, Draco Malfoy intercepted her.
“I thought you were presumed smart, Granger,” he scoffed. “You’re supposed to read the message, not pocket it.”
“Shove off, Malfoy,” Ron said, turning around. “Come on Hermione. Let’s go.”
She pushed past the Slytherin group, who were all sniggering at their leader’s remarks. “I think I might have to take back what I said. Some of them
are awful.”
“Yes, well, after lunch we have another break,” Harry grinned. “Maybe that will make you feel better.”
She nodded, knowing that he was right; not only did they have the class after lunch off, but also the one before dinner and after breakfast. However, though they seemed like times to relax, they were more commonly used for the alarming amounts of homework the Seventh Years kept receiving.
As they sat down to eat, Ron asked, “So what does the note say anyway?”
Hermione pulled it out of her robes and groaned. “Practice tonight at eight. I was
going to work on my Defense Against the Dark Arts Essay…”
“So blow him off,” Harry suggested.
“I can’t do that,” she sighed. “And if I try to talk to McGonagall about it she’ll just say that I need to go and rehearse… Trust me, I’ve already tried to squeeze out of a few, but she said that I had off classes for homework and any extra time should be used to go over my lines; after all, I'm Head Girl. I'm supposed to be able to balance all of this just fine. I mean, look at my third year. I took double classes, no sweat.” With that said, she took a sandwich and headed out to sit by the lake. “I’ll be working, so don’t interrupt me.”
When she was gone, Ron turned to Harry and sighed. “She does know that it’s okay to be human, doesn’t she?”
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... I'm sorry, but someone else is going to have to beta read it... ugh! Maybe next time I could... *hopes Caitlin will pick me next time* Well, goodnight! And post soon so I could read it before school tomorrow...
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Bad, bad Draco! Me no likey him anymore.
It is different from the books cuz he speaks! and he makes sense O.o 
good question Hermione... 
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What?! I don't tend to like Hermione, ever, but this is just mean! Bad Draco, bad boy... *still wuvs Draco*
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