You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
If you've got troubles, I've got 'em too
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you
We stick together and can see it through
'Cause you've got a friend in me
Yeah, you've got a friend in me
Only a few days had passed since the sorting ceremony and classes began the morning after. With Hermione at her side, the two girls had managed to get to all of their classes on time. Ron and Harry hadn't been as lucky, but Ron had insisted that the two of them could find their way around themselves and Harry didn't disagree, so Clementine forced herself to say nothing whenever they took a wrong turn in the halls or got off before it was time for one of the many, many moving staircases to change around.
So far, Clementine's least favorite class had to be History of magic with Professor Binns, who was the only ghost professor at the school. Clementine had always done well at history in regular school, but it was much harder with such a lifeless teacher.
Clementine's favorite class had to be a tie between Charms and Potions; Charms was taught by Professor Flitwick who was a short wizard who stood on a large pile of books to be seen over his podium. Their first class, Seamus had somehow managed to blow up an inkwell while they were practicing a simple silence charm on their quills. Potions was Clementine's other favorite subject even though it was taught by Professor Snape who was rude, mean, and a generally unlikable person. He had been rude to Harry and Hermione during their first class and had taken points from Gryffindor at any minor infraction from her house. Seamus blew up a potion in that class, too.
"I can't see how you like potions so much," Padma confessed as they walked to breakfast a few days later with Hannah and Hermione; despite being in different houses, Clementine refused to let them separate her from the friends she had made. Every morning, Padma met Hermione and Clementine at the door to their common room and then they went to the Hufflepuff quarters for Hannah. Apparently, each common room had a defense to keep students from other houses out although it wasn't technically against the rules to be in another houses' common room if invited and the Hufflepuffs were always welcoming. With all the bad talk about Slytherins in Hogwarts, Clementine was surprised to see a few chatting with Hufflepuffs in their common room as she waited for Hannah. "The dungeons are cold and Professor Snape is horrible! He made Bebe Baxter cry because she messed up her first potion."
"Same with Neville," Clementine told her. "But I'm not going to let a bad teacher stop me from liking something."
"Quite right," Hannah agreed before she turned to Hermione who had been quiet the entire conversation. "Hermione," She questioned. "Are you okay? You look like you're about to be sick,"
"We have flying lessons today," She gulped. "I'm terrified- flying isn't something you can learn from a book,"
"You really shouldn't be nervous," Padma insisted. "My cousin told me that Madam Hooch doesn't do much more than have us go a foot or two off the ground for the first lesson. You'll be fine- Hey!" Padma was shoved into Clementine as three third year boys went pushing through their group, knocking them both and their things to the hard stone floor.
Choosing to ignore them much like she had seen Harry do Dudley, Clementine instead focused on picking up her things. Stacking her books on top of each other, she reached out for the roll of parchment that contained the first half of her history of magic homework only for another hand to grab it first. Pushing her red hair away from her face, Clementine looked up to see the boy from the train- Draco Malfoy's brother.
"Thank you," She said, standing as she took the parchment from him.
"Sorry for knocking you down," Arcturus apologized. "We weren't watching where we were going,"
"I-It's fine," Clementine stuttered out. Had his eyes been that same color of blue when they were on the train? And, if they had been, how had Clementine not taken notice?
"I don't mean to be rude, but are you a Weasley?" Clementine's eyebrows furrowed.
"I just noticed that the Sorting Hat said your name was Dursley- Clementine, right?"
"Yes- Yes," She nodded, well aware of how awkward she was being. "Clementine Dursley, but I'm not a Weasley- does everyone think I'm a Weasley?" Was red hair not common in the wizarding world?
"Just about," He confirmed.
"Well, I'm not," She told him. "I'm a Dursley- my parents are both normal- I mean muggles. Yes, they're muggles- so was my aunt, but she was a witch, too." Arcturus nodded before noticing that her books were still on the ground.
"Let me get those for you," Kneeling, the thirteen year old picked up the three text books stacked on top of one another and stood again before handing them out to Clementine. She took them and stilled when their hands touched. Behind him, Arcturus' friends were getting impatient.
"Arcturus, come on!" One of them said. He wore Gryffindor Robes and the other wore Ravenclaw; once again, Clementine was seeing contradictions to the 'Everyone Hates Slytherins' mentality everyone around her seemed to have. "We've got to get to get to the quidditch pitch before Zion!"
"Right," Arcturus nodded, realizing he had forgotten whatever it was the three boys were doing. "I've got to go," He said to Clementine before running off with his friends, leaving her standing there and staring after them.
"...Bye," She said, mostly to herself, before turning around where she met the inquisitive gazes of her three friends. "What?"
"What?" Padma asked. "What do you mean what?! You are completely in love with Arcturus Malfoy!"
Clementine scoffed. "I most certainly am not!"
"Completely-" Padma continued.
"And utterly," Hannah went next.
"In love!" The two chorused and Clementine looked to Hermione for help, but the girl seemed to agree.
"You did look rather...smitten,"
Clementine gaped at the betrayal from her roommate. "I did not!"
"Did so!" Hannah grinned. "When you two get married, can I be a bridesmaid?" Done with her friends suggestions, Clementine turned and started down the hall again. They followed, teasing the entire way to the great hall.
Madam Hooch was much like Professor McGonagall in her demeanor- no nonsense- but, while Professor McGonagall emulated a cat (which she had shown Clementine's class she could turn into during their first lesson when Harry and Ron had arrived late) Madam Hooch was much like like a hawk with her short, gray hair, and yellow eyes.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked once everyone was there. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up," She rushed when she felt they were going to slow. All the Slytherins were on one side while the Gryffindors were the other. Clementine found herself standing between Harry and Ron while Hermione we a few people away near Parvati and Neville. "Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!'" Clementine looked down at her broom and saw that, like all the others, it was well used and would probably do more good sweeping the floor than flying.
"UP!" They all called at once. Harry, Ron, and a few others brooms went straight up into their hands. Clementine wasn't as lucky; her broom quickly swung out to the side, swiping her feet out from underneath her. She landed with an "oomph!" on her back. She could tell from a few identical sounds, that she hadn't been the only one who had experience friendly fire.
"Are you okay?" She heard Harry ask and she opened her eyes to see him and Ron above her.
"I'm fine," She groaned as they pulled her back onto to her feet. Her head ached a little, but she supposed that was normal after hitting it on the ground. Straightening out her broom, Clementine tried again. "Up!" The broom twitched, but didn't move off of the ground. "Up!" The upper end of the broom raised a few inches before falling back to the ground. Clementine was trying not to lose her patience. "Up!" The broom came up only half a foot before falling once more. Clementine was officially frustrated and it showed.
"Ms. Dursley, I would recommend that you not let your frustration get the best of you," Madam Hooch insisted as she came over. "Brooms can be temperamental," Unfortunately, Clementine was about two "up"'s past listening to the witch.
"UP!" This time, the broom went straight into Clementine's hand and she let out a breath of relief...unfortunately, the broom didn't stop.
Clementine let out a shriek as she broom shot up and she gripped it with two hands as she went higher and higher. "Ms. Dursley!" Clementine shrieked again when the boom began going down and over and up- doing everything in its power to get her to let go. Despite knowing that it was absolutely the worst thing she could do, Clementine looked down to see that she was about fifty feet or so off of the ground. "Ms. Dursley, hold on!" Madam Hooch called up to her before mounting her own broom. With grace and agility that Clementine was sincerely beginning to think all brooms lacked, Madam Hooch flew up to and reached out to grab her, only for Clementine's broom to shoot downwards at an alarmingly fast pace. Clementine screamed as the broom shot upwards again, forcing her fingers to slip from the splintering wood. She continued screaming as she fell to the ground and onto the group of students who had been watching with rapt attention. The back of her head hit the front of someone else's and everything went blurry.
Clementine wouldn't be able to say what happened next; she remembered the feeling of being weightless and the feeling of her hands dragging across rough stone and then a comfortable cushion underneath her before her eyes closed. When she opened them again, everything was much clearer and she felt much better.
"So glad to see you awake, darling," Clementine looked to see a woman with grey hair and a gentle smile on her face. She wore and red dress with a white apron overtop and a strange cloth hat on her head. She reminded Clementine of her late grandmother, May. "How are you feeling?"
"Better," Was all Clementine could think to say as the witch came to stand by her bedside. She attempted to sit up, but was met with a sharp pain in her stomach. "Okay," She sucked in a breath as the woman helped her. "Not as better as I thought I was,"
"You must be careful with how you move," She insisted. "The potion I gave you is going to need a lot more rest out of you to work,"
"But I have-"
"I have already spoken to Professor McGonagall who is your head of house," The woman informed her. "She has already informed your professors that you will miss the next two days of classes. She is confident that you will be able to catch up to the rest of your class without much trouble. Now, I believe you have a few friends of yours waiting outside for you," Clementine's mind immediately went to Harry and how worried he must've been when she fell.
A few moments later, Harry was the first to run into the room with Hermione, Ron, and Padma behind him. Neville was also with them, but wasn't moving too quickly. Clementine couldn't help but wonder if he was who she had fallen onto.
"Clementine, are you okay?" Harry asked as soon as he stopped next to her bed. She nodded, giving him a small smile.
"I'm fine," She insisted.
"Madam Pomfrey said that you'll miss two days of classes," Hermione added. That must've been the woman's name. "She said you broke several bones and could have broken your neck,"
"But I didn't," Clementine reminded. "And I'm fine, see?" She moved her arms and legs about, no clue how ridiculous she looked. "No broken bones; they're all mended. She says I just need more rest." Remembering how Neville had been walking, she looked to him. "Are you alright, Neville?"
The boy nodded. "I broke my ankle and had a nasty bump on my head, but Madam Pomfrey gave me a potion and I'm completely fine now. I'm just a little sore, is all."
"I'm sorry I fell on you," Clementine apologized.
"I'm sure she didn't mean to," Hermione pointed out, but Neville had already accepted her apology.
"Clementine, you'll never believe what happened!" Ron suddenly cut in, unable to hold in whatever he had been wanting to say before. "When Madam Hooch brought you and Neville to the hospital wing, Neville dropped his Remembrall and Malfoy nicked it, so Harry went chasin' him around the castle until he got it back!"
"What?!" Clementine wasn't sure whether she should be proud Harry of reprimanding him for doing such a thing when he had no flying experience.
"Professor McGonagall came and took him away and we were all sure he was gonna get expelled-"
"But instead, McGonagall made him seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team!" Padma finished. Ron gaped at her for stealing his surprise ending, but Padma shrugged. "Everyone's talking about it and you were taking ages to finish the story."
"You're on the quidditch team?" Clementine asked and Harry nodded.
"Turns out my dad was too," He shared eagerly. "He was a chaser,"
"I'm so proud of you, Harry," Clementine took his hand and squeezed it with a large smile on her face. She figured that there would always be another time for her to reprimand him- especially with him getting into as much trouble as he had been.
Her friends continued to tell her of the events she had missed in the day and had showered her with gifts and an enchanted 'get well soon' card that they had managed to get all the first years from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff to sign (along with a few from Slytherin) and Clementine had thanked them all, but she couldn't help but notice how quiet Hermione was being; Of course, her friend had never been the most social of people, but she had never held back information that she thought would held (and Clementine was sure she had read one or two books on healing potions while she had been asleep). However, she was uncharacteristically quiet for most of the visit.
Madam Pomfrey ordered them all out about an hour after they arrived, but Clementine grabbed out at Hermione's hand before she could leave
"What aren't you telling me?"
"What?!" Hermione's eyes were wide like an owl.
"Hermione, you're hiding something from me and friends don't keep secrets, so what is it?" She still looked reluctantly to share whatever information she had. "Hermione…"
"Malfoy challenged Harry to a midnight duel," She whispered. "I've tried to talk him out of it, but he won't listen to me! He told me not to tell you either,"
"You too, Ms. Granger!" Madam Pomfrey was making her way back to grab the lingering student. Clementine had to be quick about it.
"Go with them," She said and Hermione's eyes widened even more.
"Harry and Ron don't know as many spells as you combined," Clementine pointed out. "You can keep them from getting into too much trouble-"
"And what if we're caught?!" Hermione whispered shrilly. "I don't want to get in trouble!"
"Then you can tell whoever catches you that I'm to blame- that you were all coming to see me. Please, Hermione!" Clementine begged as Madam Pomfrey got close.
Hermione didn't get an answer before she was kicked out of the wing and it took all the restraint Clementine had not to jump out of bed and run after her until she gave one. Instead, Clementine hoped that her friend did her this one favor before turning over to go to sleep.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!" Clementine repeated over and over again as she pulled Hermione into a hug. "I hope you didn't get into too much trouble,"
It was a few days before Halloween by the time Clementine was allowed out of the hospital wing- Madam Pomfrey having added an extra night on her recovery time when Clementine had tried to sneak out of bed one night. No one had been allowed to visit her after the first day and Clementine had desperately wanted to know whether or not Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been caught or hurt. She, of course, couldn't tell Madam Pomfrey that, she had taken her punishment without protest.
"We didn't get hurt or caught," Hermione insisted. "Malfoy never showed up, but I think he told Filch that there would be students out of bed because he was waiting," Clementine honestly couldn't stand Filch or his cat, Mrs. Norris who had tried to scratch Clementine's eyes out when she tried to pet her. "Peeves almost got us caught, but we managed to get away in time, but you'll never guess-"
Hermione proceeded to tell Clementine all about how she had accidentally locked herself, Neville, Ron, and Harry in the forbidden corridor which was housing a large three headed dog. Hermione was sure that the dog was guarding something, but Clementine had told her not to dwell on it as she had no intention of letting neither her friends nor cousin near the thing again.
Unfortunately, her plans of protecting hadn't gone very far before they were tossed out the window by Clementine's professors who were throwing three days of work at her; when she wasn't in class, Clementine was in the library with Hermione, Padma, and Hannah who had promised to help her with the three rolls of parchment due in transfiguration, the four due in potions, the one due in History of Magic, and the two due in charms. With their help, Clementine had managed to make quick work of it all and catch up with all of her classmates by the time Halloween came.
Luckily, the teachers were in the Halloween spirit and hadn't assigned much homework other than some light reading and Professor Flitwick was even confident that everyone was ready to start making objects fly. He had wanted them all to partner up and Clementine had tried to get with Hermione, but Harry had asked her instead. Hermione, unfortunately, had been paired up with Ron who still couldn't stand her. Clementine knew that Ron was still upset with her for going along with them to their duel with Malfoy, but Clementine hadn't been able to find the time to get Ron on his own and tell him the truth. If she was being honestly, Clementine had been avoiding telling him and Harry- she knew her cousin would be upset that she had assigned him a babysitter, but how could she not worry when he was running off doing midnight duels with boys who knew loads more magic than he did?
"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practicing!" Professor Flitwick squeaked from atop his pile of books. "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too - never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest. "
Just about everyone was having difficulty with the spell, but Clementine had yet to cast hers yet- still wary from the incident with the broom. She was sure that the feather they were supposed to be levitating would fly into her throat and choke her if she swished the wrong way.
"Clementine," Harry spoke and she looked over to him. "You can't be afraid of magic- you're a genius at it."
"I know, but magic doesn't seem to like me very much,"
"Remember when you fell off your bike the first time you tried to ride it?" Clementine grimaced; she had been riding it down the sidewalk and had fallen off- scraping her knee something awful. After getting bandaged up by her mother, Clementine had refused to get back on the bike, but Harry had talked her into it. "You were afraid, but you did it anyway because you're the bravest person I know."
"I actually did it because you promised to walk with me to the sweet shop if I did,"
"Well then," Harry smiled. "If you say the spell, I'll give you a few chocolate frogs Ron nicked from Percy," Once again, Clementine wanted to reprimand him from accepting stolen candy, but she really wanted it. Maybe what Percy didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
Turning back to her feather, Clementine raised her wand. "Wingardium Leviosa!" She said, swishing her wrist and flicking her wand as gently as she could.
Thankfully, she didn't have a repeat of what happened with her broom and instead she and Harry watched in amazement as the feather raised higher and higher in the air.
"Wicked," She breathed before turning to grin at Harry. He grinned back, but laughed as she sputtered when the feather fell back down and onto her face.
Unfortunately for a few other people, things didn't go as smoothly as it did with Clementine; Seamus set fire to his feather; Neville managed to flick his wand across the room and out the window ...and then there was Hermione and Ron.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.
"You're saying it wrong," Hermione snapped. "It's Wing- gar -dium Levi- o -sa, make the 'gar' nice and long. "
"You do it, then, if you're so clever," Ron snarled. Clementine was sure that it would only make things worse if Hermione was able to do it (which she would be) and he wasn't (which he wasn't).
In the end, Hermione was able to levitate her feather without trouble and Ron ended up with a very bad mood and decided to vent to his friends.
"It's no wonder no one can stand her," Clementine and Hermione heard him say to Harry as they left class, "she's a nightmare, honestly." Next to her, Hermione's face took on a hurt look and Clementine saw a tear fall before she ran off, pushing past Harry and Ron.
"I think she heard you." Harry said, but Ron seemed to not care.
"So?" he said and Clementine felt her anger flare. "She must've noticed she's got no friends. "
"That's it!" Clementine practically shouted as she rushed in front of the two and stood to face them, forcing them to stop. "I am sick and tired of you picking on that poor girl!"
"Poor girl?!" Ron repeated, his voice full of doubt. "She's been following us all week- poking her nose into places it doesn't belong and spouting off stupid facts that no one cares about-"
"Because she's trying to help you, you dumbbell!" Clementine shouted. "When Hermione doesn't know something, she researches everything she can about it so that she can be prepared and she wants to share what she knows with everyone else so that they'll be prepared, too; it's her way of showing she cares and you all just throw it back in her face and laugh at her when she's trying to help you!" Ron seemed to have enough of a conscience to look ashamed. "And as for her poking her nose where it doesn't belong- I asked her to do that-"
"You what?!" As Clementine had expected, Harry looked upset. "You had her spying on us-"
"Yes!" Clementine replied. "Because you were stupid enough to accept a wizards duel from Draco Malfoy and you didn't tell me-"
"You would've only worried-"
"Why wouldn't I?!" She demanded. "You put yourself in danger and Hermione was the only one who thought to tell me! And-" She was back to Ron now. "When someone is considerate enough to stop you from getting into trouble, you thank them! You don't make tease and make fun of them!"
"Do you have a sister, Ronald Weasley?" He nodded.
"Ginny," He supplied. "She's ten,"
"And what if someone treated Ginny like you've treated Hermione?" Clementine asked. "I bet you would fight them, curse them- risk being expelled to protect her, am I right?" Ron nodded hesitantly. "And if that did happen- if Ginny came to Hogwarts and started being picked on by two people she's done nothing but try to help- then the only difference between her and Hermione would be that Ginny has four older brothers to protect her while Hermione has none," Ron looked probably abashed now. "I think you owe her an apology- both of you." She added looking to her cousin. "But don't be surprised if she doesn't accept it, because- if I were her- I would never speak to either of you again." And with that, Clementine turned away from the two ashamed boys and went off to find her friend.
Clementine missed her last two classes looking for Hermione, and it wasn't until it the Halloween feast was halfway over that Parvati was able to point her in the direction of the first floor girls toilets where Clementine found Hermione crying her eyes out in one of the stalls.
"Hermione," Clementine's voice was soft as she approached the stall where she could hear the sounds of sniffling. "Hermione, are you okay?"
"All I've done is try to be their friend," She sniffed. "Why would they be so awful?"
"Because they're idiots," Clementine supplied.
"Then they're not the first," Hermione said through the door. "I didn't have many friends in muggle school either," She admitted. "Whenever I tried to be nice, they just laughed at me and called me names."
"Then they're idiots, too," Clementine said, despite knowing full well that Hermione had a habit of coming on strong when she tried to make friends. She was brash, and abrasive, but that wasn't what she needed to hear at the moment- even if it was the truth. "And I don't care what anyone says- you have friends; I'm your friend, Padma's your friend, Hannah's your friend. I mean, only a friend would do something they absolutely didn't want to only because someone asked her. Ron Weasley probably wouldn't see a friend coming from a mile off,"
"...You're a good friend,"
Clementine smiled. "So are you, Hermione and more people will see that one day, I promise you." Clementine heard the latch on the door move out of place as she gave Hermione a reassuring smile when she finally showed her blotchy face and red eyes. "There's still a half hour 'til the feast over; do you want to go?"
Hermione nodded as she wiped at her eyes. She stepped out only to still when her eyes landed on something behind Clementine. "What is it?" Clementine turned around and gasped when she saw what had caught her friend's eye.
At twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was horrible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which scratched the floor because its arms were so long.
Clementine's first reaction was to scream and she immediately started staggering back when the troll heard her. Hitting her back against the door, she pushed Hermione into the stall before getting in and closing it behind her, but it was for naught; the troll let out a terrible noise and the two girls dropped to the ground just as the larde club came swinging and destroyed the door and walls of the stall.
"Go, go, go!" Clementine pushed Hermione forward as she crawled underneath the stall and to the sinks. They both huddled in the corner- hoping to escape the notice of the troll, but it was on them and it was advancing- swinging its club and hitting the walls with every step. Suddenly, it swung its club down towards the sink the two girls were hiding under and they barely had time to crawl under another before the porcelain shattered behind them and water began spraying everywhere.
"Confuse it!" Clementine looked behind the troll to see Harry and Ron standing near the door. Ron grabbed something from the sink and threw it hard at the wall- clinks and clanks sounding as it ricocheted. The troll stopped its advancement and turned around. "Oy, pea-brain!"
While Ron distracted the troll, Harry edged around the room before making his way to Clementine and Hermione.
"Come on, run, run!" Harry yelled at them both, trying to pull Clementine toward the door, but she shook him off.
"We'll never get out!" She yelled back; there was no way all three of them could get past the troll without being noticed- not to mention, that meant leaving Ron behind as the troll was now focused on him and boy was it angry.
It started forward for the redhaired boy and before Clementine could tell him not to, Harry did something incredible brave and recklessly stupid.
Running, Harry jumped and wrapped his arms around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wand had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.
Howling with pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club, with Harry clinging on for dear life; any second, the troll was going to rip him off or catch him a terrible blow with the club.
Behind the troll, Ron pulled out his own wand - not knowing what he was going to do he heard himself cry the first spell that came into his head: "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over - and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble. Thankfully, Harry was safe. That didn't stop Clementine from worrying.
"Are you okay?" She asked, helping him off of the troll and to his feet. He nodded, too out of breath to speak. Ron was still standing there with his wand still raised, staring at what he had done.
It was Hermione who spoke first.
"Is it - dead?" She had crawled out from underneath the sink and had been so soaked by water that he hair was almost flat on her head and her robes were dripping water onto the floor.
Clementine shook her head. "I don't think so; It's still moving- I think Ron only knocked out." Everyone grimaced and held in shuddered when Harry pulled his wand from the troll's nose and a long, thick line of lumpy gray stuff was pulled off with it.
"Urgh - troll boogers." Harry wiped his wand off on the troll's trousers just as the door to the bathroom slammed open and three of their professors came running in; Professor McGonagall was first, followed by Snape and Quirrell, who took one look at the troll, whimpered, and had to sit down on a toilet.
Professor Snape bent over the troll while Professor McGonagall looked to Ron and Harry. She was furious.
"What on earth were you thinking of?" She asked, with cold fury in her voice. Harry looked at Ron, who was still standing with his wand in the air. "You're lucky you weren't killed. Why aren't you in your dormitory?"
"Please, Professor McGonagall - they were looking for us." Hermione said from next to Clementine.
"Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall was astonished. "Miss Dursley?"
The last thing Clementine wanted was for Hermione have to explain why she was crying in the toilets, so Clementine took over. "Hermione was upset and I came to get her to come to the feast, but the troll came it. We'd be dead now if Harry and Ron hadn't found us."
"They saved us," Hermione added. "Harry stuck his wand up its nose and Ron knocked it out with its own club. They didn't have time to come and fetch anyone. It was about to finish us off when they arrived. "
"Well - in that case. . . " said Professor McGonagall, staring at the four of them, "You all were incredibly lucky- you could've been killed. While I do find it necessary to take off five points from Gryffindor for not following proper procedure, I must also recognize that not many first years could not have taken on a full-grown mountain troll and lived to tell the tale. Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, you each win Gryffindor ten points. Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this. You may go. "
The four of them hurried out of the chamber and didn't speak at all until they had climbed two floors up. It was a relief to be away from the smell of the troll, quite apart from anything else.
"We should have gotten more than ten points," Ron grumbled.
"We should be grateful we weren't killed!" Clementine hissed back. "And not that I'm not grateful to you two for saving us, but why were you even near the girls bathroom? You were supposed to go straight to Gryffindor Tower."
Harry and Ron shared a look and Clementine was immediately able to tell they were agreeing on a lie. "No reason," Ron said and Harry nodded. At any other time, Clementine might've been tempted to call them on their lie, but Ron had turned to Hermione who walked next to them. "Errr...Hermione," He began, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry about what I said after Charms. You can be right annoying sometimes-" Clementine held her tongue, hoping that he wasn't going to end his apology like that. "But you we're only trying to help, so...sorry."
Hermione said nothing as they stopped in front of the portrait of the fat lady, but she gave him a small smile.
"Pig snout," The four chorused and entered once the door was open.
The common room was packed and noisy; Everyone was eating the food that had been sent up. Hermione and Clementine had planned on getting a plate each and taking it up to their room, but were stopped by Ron and Harry.
"Do you two...do you want to eat with us?" he asked before looking to Hermione. "I could use some more help with that spell for Charms."
"O-Of course- sure," Hermione nodded and the boys led them over to the couch in front of the fire where they were joined by Neville, Seamus, Dean, and Parvati.
Clementine doubted that it could have ever happened, but from that moment on, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley managed to get on exceptionally well.
Watching Ron levitate Neville's plate of spice cake into the air with Hermione instructing him, Clementine smiled. She had no doubts that there would be times that the two would argue and bicker with one another, but she could tell that their friendship would be a great one because there are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other- and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.