Chapter One

Professor McGonagle pulled me aside on the last day of my sixth year. She looked pleased as she did this. I was excited and nervous by her actions. We arrived in her office, a cubicle filled with shelves of books and framed photographs hung around the room. She sat down in her seat, and I sat opposite of her, with her desk in between us. She smiled.

"Miss Granger. I have excellent news," she said, trying hard to be calm.

I forced a smile. I admire Professor McGonagle very much, but still she frightens me so.

"Each year, one extraordinary student is picked in their seventh year to attend an advanced private school once graduated," she explained. "Now, this school is very small, possibly less than fifty students all together."

"You mean, like a private university?" I asked.

"If you mean the muggle school, then yes, perhaps so," her voice gave a small dissapointment once being compared to a muggle school. There was a tense silence before she smiled once more.

"Well, the good news is, Hogwarts has chosen you to become this student."

My face lit up tremendously. I gradually stood up, eyes widened and mouth hanging open, and jumped for joy. I guess I'd be lying to say I didn't expect this, but I didn't realize they'd choose so soon. Usually, the chosen person is told during their seventh year.

After a long time of jumping and cheering, I sat myself down and faced the professor, pleased to see me so excited over this.

"Of course you don't have to go, if you don't want to that is," she began.

"N-no, I do want this, very much professor. Thank you."

"There is one problem, however. The school wants students who are well-rounded. It is obvious you have the intelligence, but they want more. They want someone who is also athletic. This is the reason we are telling this to you now, instead of next year.

"As you know, Percy was well qualified just like yourself. However, he couldn't be athletic if his life depended on it. We unfortunately didn't come to his aid soon enough to help him, which is why you are here. Hogwarts want you to take this opportunity. Here," she handed me a brochure.

The front contained the words-'Quality Quidditch' with a picture of quidditch players zooming around. I opened the brochure and read a few of the contents.

'Here in Quality Quidditch, we strive to bring fun and fundamentals to players of ages thirteen - seventeen. Witches and wizards from all over come to gain experience and friends, which many has kept contact with even afterwards'

'The councils are of top quality proffesionals. They give guidance as well as being a coach, here to help 24/7'

'Each year, a surprise professional Quidditch player is presented as a guest speaker. He will also instruct campers with guidance, tips, and a few games.'

I looked up at professon McGonagle with confusion. Was I to go here? Be a Quidditch player? My heart beated harder and harder. My breathing became unsteady. No...

"Professor, I can't do this! I..." I cried. "I'm extremely scared of heights. This is an impossible task for me. I-"

"Miss Granger, please listen. These are the best councelers you could find. They coach in the best way possible. They have the experience to deal with witches such as yourself. This is a once in a lifetime chance. Please reconsider." Her smile had faded but replaced with a frown.

She was upset with me, this I could tell. I was her favorite student, though she doesn't show it much. I had been there to answer all her questions for six years and all she wants is the best for me. My heart plunged deep into my stomache. Ugh. I can't dissapoint her, a teacher. Plus, only one student is picked for this school each year.

I have to do it.

I nodded ever so slightly as I watched the professor's face light up once more. I didn't understand much how this would give her glee. She must have done this each year, but why so happy with me? I did not understand.

"This is a very wise choice, Miss Granger, and I promise you won't regret it," she cried. "Now, the Quality Quidditch camp is held in a private island for security reasons. This will start next Monday exactly and would end two weeks before Hogwarts start. The transportation would be of course, through a broom, just to get you warmed up. The rest of the information is in the brochure." She held her hand out, and I shook it warmly.

I should be glad she cared this much for my future. Of course, my third year with the time-turner she gave me was somewhat disasterous, her intentions were in the right place. She thought I could handle it, like I was the genius of the kids world.

"Thank you very much professor. I'll try my best." I said, with a great smile on my face. I headed towards the door, thanked her once more, and went to the great hall to meet my friends.

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I spotted them easily down the Gryffindor table. Harry was laughing merrily with Ginny, while Ron looked like he was about to explode. His face was scrunched into the center, and he stabbed his meal heavily on his food. Oh boy.

I walked up to them and sat next to Ron. Ron seemed less tensed once I sat down.

"Hi guys," I cried happily. They greeted me in return. "Why are you guys laughing?"

"Ron. He was playing with his food by putting them in his spoon and launching them, and-,"Harry and Ginny started laughing once more, making me giggle a little. Ron looked annoyed. "Well, his food landed on a Ravenclaw girl who went red-faced and hexed him. Good thing Ginny knew the counterspell, or else who knows what would've happened!"

"Yep, that's me," Ginny said. She was always good at hexes, and everyone knew that. I guess living with three brothers, it's always good to know hexes just in case. Of course, she can only do them at school but still.

I smiled widely, anxious to tell them the news. Harry and Ginny kept on laughing, but after a while, I also got annoyed along with Ron, and stopped them.

"Well, I have interesting news," I shrilled. "Professor McGonagle has picked me for the seventh year advanced student!"

They cheered happily for me, even Ron, although they weren't as surprised as I thought they'd be.

"It was obvious you'd be the student, Hermione," Ginny said. I smiled.

"That's not all. The school only accepts students who is 'well-rounded', meaning she wants me to take on Quidditch." Their eyes widened. All of them, Harry, Ginny, and Ron, they all know how to play Quidditch. They're all on the Gryffindor team, while I'm merely an audience. What a fool I am to tell them.

"Erm, Herm', you're afraid of heights," Ron muttered. I rolled my eyes. Duh.

"I know. That's why professor is sending me here." I handed them the brochure, and Ron and Ginny looked at me shocked. I looked confused at them.

"Herm', this is the best Quidditch camp there is! They're usually always full and very expensive. How did you...?"

"If you were listening, Ron, Professor McGonagle did this. I really didn't want to do this but she insisted. You know full well I can't reject a teacher."

"Good thing you didn't. This place is top knotch," Ginny started.

"So I've heard. Well, just wanted to tell you. I'm leaving on Monday and won't be back until two weeks before school starts. You guys better owl me every day." I demanded.

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The trip back was quite interesting. We sat in the compartment with Luna, who, as usual, sat reading a Quibbler. She kept on glancing at Ron every once in a while. Ron didn't notice a thing. He didn't like to look at Luna anyways. Harry and Ginny kept on giggling annoyingly with each other.

We bought some sweets off the trolley, and ate them till our teeth ached. My father would be furious with me for having cavities, but wait. I'm a witch! I'll make them disappear.

Malfoy and his so-called friends stopped by. Crabbe looked a little rounder than usual. It was our usual meeting. Malfoy would call me mudblood, insult Ron, and taunt Harry while we'd try to be calm. Ginny actually had the bravery in her and hexed his nose. They became as big and hard as rocks. Funny stuff.

Anyways, my parents were thrilled once I told them. They were disappointed to, once more, spend less time with them than planned. We were going to go to North America and see their monuments, but they'd have to go on without me.

I thought about the broom situation with seriousness. I can't ride a broom across the ocean. I haven't even done it on land! That is why I'd be using all my Christmas money to buy a good and steady broom, not something like the school ones. No, I hope to buy the Firefly900. It's not too expensive and somewhat easy to ride. Hopefully.

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Well, I've been practicing flying for a few hours now. I must say I have improved but not to the point where I can fly across the ocean. I can hover a few feet above the ground and go at a slow speed. The sky's getting dark now. I have to go early tomorrow.

Author's Note: Okay, this is my first fanfiction that I have wanted to share with the others. I'm sorry if this might've been too short, but if I added more, it wouldn't seem to tie in good. Please, I beg of you, critique me. Add some complaints instead of just praise, which I would also gladly take. But, I want to know what I'm doing wrong, and what I can improve on. It'll only take a few minutes, and it'll give me motivation to write more soon. Thanks to those who will review, and I hope you truly enjoyed it. Thank you.

P.S -- The romance is soon to come!