It was Saturday, and Hermione would have liked to sleep in. The only problem was that there was something tapping at the window, very loudly. And that thing made a lot of noise for its size, which was tiny. Hermione jumped up and opened the window to lit Pigwidgeon in. It fluttered around the room, dropped a letter on the ground, and finally came to rest on top of her dresser. Crokshanks stretched out, eyed the tiny owl, and then rested back on her pillow again, as if approving the new visitor. Hermione picked up the letter, and tore it open. It was from Ron. Hermione, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to the burrow a week before school. That way we can get all our school things together, and have some time to hang out a little before. Sadly, I owled Harry, but I don't think his uncle let him. Pig came back crumpled, and with a piece of paper duct- taped to him saying "GET THE DAMN HELL AWAY FROM MY HOUSE, AND DON'T YOU DARE TRY WRITING HERE AGAIN!!!" So maybe he won't be coming. So write me back when you know if you can come or not. -Ron Wait... a week before school... that's... today! Hermione sat bolt upright, and ran downstairs and called to her mom.
"Mom! Mom, can I go to Ron's house on today... for a week?"
"What?"
"Ron! You know- my friend Ron... can I go... please?"
"Um... sure.... Just, well... have fun in school... and don't forget to write me." Ms. Granger was calling from downstairs, while washing dishes. Hermione glanced over, imagining how Ms. Weasley would be washing dishes now. Probably having them all wash themselves, actually.
"Thanks... I'll go pack my bags."
(Later)
Knock, knock...
Ron jumped up and ran over to the door. He slicked his hair back with his hand, took out his breath-fresh and gave it a spray, then finally took a deep breath and opened the door. There was Hermione, looking cute in her- worn in jeans and light blue top.
"Hi," whispered Ron, his voice cracking slightly. Hermione smiled.
"Hi, Ron!" She pushed herself in, hugging Ron tightly. The two stepped back and glanced at each other in silence.
"Bye mom!" Yelled Hermione, and Ms. Weasley smiled, waved, got in her car and drove away.
"So... Come in, Hermione, let's take your stuff upstairs... Ginny has a friend over." He added as girly giggles were heard from the room at the foot of the stairs. Ron held his breath and opened the door. A look of disgust came over him as he glanced at the two girls with their feet in the air, painting their toenails bright colors.
"Hiya, Ron! Hey Mione'!" Ginny yelled, thrusting her legs over the side of the bed and jumping up. She ran over to hug Hermione and then jumped on the bed again, pulling her friend to her feet.
"This is Emma." She said, smiling. Emma had shoulder-length blond hair, green eyes, and freckles. She seemed small and shy, but on the contrary, she jumped up, when introduced, and smiling, said,
"Hey guys! I went to camp with Ginny... we had great sex." Then, seeing the stunned looks on our faces, added,
"Joking..." and smiled again, collapsing on the bed in a heap.
"Emma, you are such- a loser!" Ginny yelled, and threw a pillow at her friend, who whacked it towards Ron and Hermione.
"So... Ronnie, you got yourself a girlfriend did you?" Ron stared for a minute at her sister's friend in shock, and then mumbled something that sounded like,
"I don't even know you..." and then shut the door on her sister's room, only to hear an outburst of giggles from the other side. Hermione smiled.
"Well, Ginny's got herself a new friend."
