A/N: My internet is still not working, so
I’m going to be writing a few chapters for
this story and My Sweet Ecstasy, My Secret Addiction.
Since I have nothing else to do today. And
I’m grounded…so yeah. Hahaha, but I’m sneaking
on the computer! So you better be happy!

. . .

Every one was frozen in fear, not wanting to be eaten.

The girls all wanted to cry. The boys all wanted to run.

But they couldn’t.

Which one to eat firsssssst. The voice said in Hermione’s head. Maybe the fat one.

Then she realized that it was the snake talking.

She looked at Hagrid, who didn’t seem to notice what the snake was saying.

Only one boy seemed to understand it, it was the boy with the lightning shaped scar she saw at the TriWizard Tournament. But he didn’t seem too eager to help.

What was his name?

Harry Potter.

Great, fearless wizard my ass. Hermione thought.

“Leave them alone!” Hermione shouted at it.

The snake turned its’ gigantic head towards her.

Oooh. Who do we have hear? The snake asked.

“I said leave them alone.” Hermione said.

The snake seemed amused.

What isss your name, child? The snake asked her.

“Hermione Granger.” She answered.

Interesssting. The snake said.

“What do you want?” Hermione asked.

I want ssssome food, said the snake.

“Well, there’s no food here.” Hermione replied.

What about them? They look…tassssty. The snake said, directing its’ large head towards the rest of the class.

“They’re not for eating.” Hermione said.

Fine, witch. I’ll sssspare your life and theirsss…but only becaussse I find you amusssing. The snake said. 

Hermione let out a sigh of relief.

But then the snake turned around.

But next time, you die. The snake said before it slithered away.

Hermione smiled. She had never spoken to such a large snake before.

She turned around to face the class who was staring at her in shock.

“What?” She asked.

No one answered.

“What?” She asked, in a more forceful tone.

Her classmates looked around at each other.

Then they looked at her.

And Harry Potter spoke.

“You just…you just talked to the snake.” He said.

“I am well aware of that.” Hermione said, noting how stupid he was.

“How did you do that?” Harry asked.

“What are you talking about? Didn’t you all understand what it was saying?” Hermione asked.

She glanced around to see that no one did.

“I understood, but I know Parseltongue.” Harry said.

“Oh.” Hermione said.

“No one else understood what you or the snake was sayin’ Hermione.” Hagrid said.

“Oh…I…that’s strange.” Hermione said.

Everyone looked at her for a moment.

“All right. That’s enough excitement for one day. How about yah go back to yer dorms and relax? Tha snake was mighty scary.” Hagrid said.

Everyone was more than happy to oblige.

. . .

Draco Malfoy was suddenly very interested in Hermione’s past.

If she could speak Parseltongue, then she must be a very peculiar witch.

He didn’t want to wait for her.

To be honest, he was sort of scared of her.

Blaise walked over to him.

“Maybe that’s why she’s in Slytherin.” Blaise said.

“Maybe.”

. . .

Harry Potter was staring at Hermione with a look of interest.

“Ron,” Harry said, addressing his best friend, “have you seen that girl before? She looks familiar.”

“She was the one who danced with Viktor Krum at the Yule Ball during the TriWizard tournament.” Ron replied.

“Do you find it odd that she can talk to snakes?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, I mean who wouldn’t?” Ron asked.

“How many people do you know can speak Parseltongue?” Harry asked him.

“You and Voldemort.” Ron flinched when he said the name of the Dark Lord.

“Exactly. What if she’s Voldemort in disguise?” Harry asked.

“She’s not.” Ron said.

“How do you know?” Harry asked him.

“Voldemort wouldn’t be that beautiful.”

. . .

Hermione was walking back to the school alone because no one else seemed to want to talk to her. They all seemed scared of her. And she guessed that they probably should be.

She was walking with her head down.

She heard two sets of footsteps walking fast to catch up to her.

Or run away from her.

“Hey! Hermione!” a male voice shouted.

She turned around and saw Harry Potter and one of his friends.

“Hello.” She said.

“Hi.” Said that redheaded boy.

She almost smiled at him.

“Can I ask you something?” Harry asked.

“I suppose so.” Hermione answered.

“Who do your parents work for?” Harry asked.

“My parents are dead.” She said simply.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Mine are too.” Harry said.

“I know.” Hermione said.

“Were your killed by Voldemort too?” Harry asked.

“My parents were muggles. They have no reason to be involved with him.” Hermione replied coldly.

“Oh, so you’re a muggle-born.” Harry said.

“Oh really? I didn’t seem to notice!” Hermione said sarcastically.

“Sorry, it’s just…I find it interesting how you know Parseltongue.” Harry said.

“Me too.” Hermione said.

“You mean, you have no idea?” Harry asked.

“None.” Hermione answered.

Hermione was sort of ticked off by his stupidity. For being the great Harry Potter, he sure was stupid.

They were walking in silence, which was perfectly fine with Hermione.

“You’re really brave.” The redheaded boy said.

Hermione looked at him.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Ron Weasley.” He replied.

“Thanks.” She smiled.

“No problem.” Ron said.

She looked down.

“So your in Slytherin?” He asked.

“Yeah.” She replied.

“Are they as evil as everyone thinks they are?” Ron asked.

“Well, I haven’t met everyone yet. Only Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.” Hermione said. “But Malfoy is really annoying.”

“Malfoy and Zabini are the worst. And then there’s Crabbe and Goyle, they’re like Malfoy’s henchmen. And then there’s pug faced Pansy. She’s so clingy on him.” Ron said.

Hermione smiled.

“I haven’t met her yet.” Hermione said.

“You don’t want to. She’s so ditsy.” Harry said.

Instead of going back to her own common room, Hermione went with Ron and Harry to theirs.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, you’re our new friend after all. And you’re really smart, I don’t know why you’re not in Ravenclaw.” Ron said.

Hermione blushed.

When they arrived in Gryffindor tower, everyone stopped talking to stare at Hermione.

“What is she doing here?” A boy asked.

“She’s our friend.” Ron said.

“She’s a Slytherin.” Another boy said.

“So? You’re a ditz, but we’re still friends with you.” Ron argued.

“Look, I appreciate you being my…friends and all, but I probably should go and study. I have to keep my grades up.” Hermione said.

“All right. I’ll go with you.” Ron said.

“Thanks.” Hermione said.

Hermione had never really had a friend before.

They made their way to the library and took a table in the back of the room. They pulled out their parchments and quills and started on their homework, only to be interrupted by an annoying voice.

“What are you doing with a blood traitor, Granger?”

Hermione groaned.

It was that stupid voice again.

. . .

Longer than usual. Hahaha. Hope
you liked this chapter. Don’t worry,
it’ll be a Dramione eventually. But
first, a little Ron/Hermione romance.