Ooh, looky! It's my favourite reader! Yes, you. Welcome to my story! Now
I'll start by explaining some things. This is an alternate universe story,
folks, so don't get confuzeled. Well, you will get confuzeled, but I'll try
to stop you being such.
To start with, Hermione is in Ravenclaw. Ron is in Hufflepuff, but he's really only in the story for your amusement. Harry remains in Gryffindor. Draco is also Harry's best friend. He's in Gryffindor, too. Harry and Hermione are kindasorta friends, really just acquaintances. So anyway, let this story begin!
There are also some other small points, such as the fact that muggle electronics still work. (Hermione and Harry are addicted to their Walkmans).
Disclaimer: Anyone idiotic enough to think that I'm idiotic enough to think that I own Harry Potter is too idiotic to know that I don't, or for that matter, to try and sue me. Same goes for the song Hermione's listening to (extract from 'Kielbasa' by Tenacious D). I do not own the plot. That belongs to fate, because much of actually happened in real life.
Claimer: I own the disclaimer.
- Chapter One -
Hermione ran down the sloping grass, away from the castle. Down, down to the lake, deep and icy in the chill November weather. She was crying. Lifting a shaking hand to her mouth, she stopped and coughed hoarsely. As she reached the edge of the lake, she stared at her reflection on the broken surface of the water. And she hated it. With a scream, she picked a rock up from the ground and flung it into the reflection of her face. Then she fell down, sobbing.
After a few minutes, she pulled herself up and wiped her blotchy red face. So much for her New Year's resolution to cry less. It was hopeless. The letter was still in her hand, crumpled and screwed up. She opened up just enough to read it again.
Words and phrases were jumping out at her from the blue ink on the plain white paper. 'Hermione. . .Your Mother. . . never loved. . . so much pain. . . pain. . . husband. . . wife. . . since we moved. . . mistakes. . . three years ago. . . separation. . . very soon. . . reality. . . I'm sorry. . . for the best. . .' For the best? For the best?! What the fuck was he on?
She screwed it up again and lobbed it into the lake. However, her poor throwing skills and the fact that the wind was blowing towards her meant that it came straight back and landed at her feet.
"FUCK!" she screamed "FUCK YOU!" And she fell down again.
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"Oi, Seamus, check this out!" called Ron. Seamus craned his neck upwards to see Ron very near the top of a bare, grey tree. "Seamus! Get out of the way!" And he jumped.
"Cool!" said Seamus, grinning.
"Bet you can't jump from that high up," Ron taunted him as he stood up, panting slightly and rubbing his shoulder.
"Oh yeah?" asked Seamus. "Just watch me." He started to climb.
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Hermione was sitting in a window seat in the library, with her legs tucked up as she stared out towards the lake and the Forbidden Forest. Her earphones were blaring music so loudly that Madame Pince was tempted to go tell her off, but she felt sorry for the girl. She seemed so upset lately. Maybe she should just be left alone.
'All the ladies in the house say yeah
C'mon you muthafucka say a prayer
When ya fight, ya gotsta fight fair
You muthafucka, ho, you muthafucka
You know what time it is?
Tenacious D time, you muthafucka, go!
Fuck, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!'
She looked up. There was Harry, a few feet away. She suddenly wondered how long he had been standing there, watching her. She took out her earphones.
"Hey. How're you?" she asked. The usual greeting.
"I'm fine, how're you?" he replied. The usual response.
"Fine thanks." They were both lying. That was how it always went.
"It's dinner time, you ready to go?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure," she answered. She stood up and then they left. They walked in silence for a few minutes. Hermione's brain was racing, trying to think of something to say.
"Uh, thanks for letting me borrow the CD," she said. "Anytime you want it back, just ask."
"Yeah, that's okay. You can keep it for as long as you want." Silence.
"Well, I'm going to go to my table now. See you."
"See you," he said. And they both went their different ways.
Harry was very pissed off with himself. He ran through their short conversation again. 'Fine... That's okay... sure...' Had they actually said anything worthwhile? "Fuck!" he screamed.
Draco looked up, mildly amused. "What's up now?" he asked.
"Fuck you," Harry replied, glaring at him.
"Woahh, what did I do now?" asked Draco. Harry just glared. "Okay, I get it, you're giving me three guesses! Okay, this is going to be fun!" He put on a very thoughtful look, cupped his chin in his hands and moved his head slowly side to side. "Hmm, let me guess... is it... a girl? Is it... hmm, could it be... Hermione?"
"Fuck you," Harry repeated.
"My, my," Draco commented lightly as he delicately buttered a piece of bread, "You're in a strop today." Harry said nothing. He simply started to eat.
"Well, you're never going to get her like that," Draco said, that annoying drawl in his voice.
"One last time, Draco. Fuck. You."
"And fuck you too, Harry dear," Draco said fondly.
Author's Note: Okay, umm, first chappy done. please read and review! Love you all you fluffs! (Don't you just love Draco? He's the best.)
To start with, Hermione is in Ravenclaw. Ron is in Hufflepuff, but he's really only in the story for your amusement. Harry remains in Gryffindor. Draco is also Harry's best friend. He's in Gryffindor, too. Harry and Hermione are kindasorta friends, really just acquaintances. So anyway, let this story begin!
There are also some other small points, such as the fact that muggle electronics still work. (Hermione and Harry are addicted to their Walkmans).
Disclaimer: Anyone idiotic enough to think that I'm idiotic enough to think that I own Harry Potter is too idiotic to know that I don't, or for that matter, to try and sue me. Same goes for the song Hermione's listening to (extract from 'Kielbasa' by Tenacious D). I do not own the plot. That belongs to fate, because much of actually happened in real life.
Claimer: I own the disclaimer.
- Chapter One -
Hermione ran down the sloping grass, away from the castle. Down, down to the lake, deep and icy in the chill November weather. She was crying. Lifting a shaking hand to her mouth, she stopped and coughed hoarsely. As she reached the edge of the lake, she stared at her reflection on the broken surface of the water. And she hated it. With a scream, she picked a rock up from the ground and flung it into the reflection of her face. Then she fell down, sobbing.
After a few minutes, she pulled herself up and wiped her blotchy red face. So much for her New Year's resolution to cry less. It was hopeless. The letter was still in her hand, crumpled and screwed up. She opened up just enough to read it again.
Words and phrases were jumping out at her from the blue ink on the plain white paper. 'Hermione. . .Your Mother. . . never loved. . . so much pain. . . pain. . . husband. . . wife. . . since we moved. . . mistakes. . . three years ago. . . separation. . . very soon. . . reality. . . I'm sorry. . . for the best. . .' For the best? For the best?! What the fuck was he on?
She screwed it up again and lobbed it into the lake. However, her poor throwing skills and the fact that the wind was blowing towards her meant that it came straight back and landed at her feet.
"FUCK!" she screamed "FUCK YOU!" And she fell down again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Oi, Seamus, check this out!" called Ron. Seamus craned his neck upwards to see Ron very near the top of a bare, grey tree. "Seamus! Get out of the way!" And he jumped.
"Cool!" said Seamus, grinning.
"Bet you can't jump from that high up," Ron taunted him as he stood up, panting slightly and rubbing his shoulder.
"Oh yeah?" asked Seamus. "Just watch me." He started to climb.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione was sitting in a window seat in the library, with her legs tucked up as she stared out towards the lake and the Forbidden Forest. Her earphones were blaring music so loudly that Madame Pince was tempted to go tell her off, but she felt sorry for the girl. She seemed so upset lately. Maybe she should just be left alone.
'All the ladies in the house say yeah
C'mon you muthafucka say a prayer
When ya fight, ya gotsta fight fair
You muthafucka, ho, you muthafucka
You know what time it is?
Tenacious D time, you muthafucka, go!
Fuck, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!'
She looked up. There was Harry, a few feet away. She suddenly wondered how long he had been standing there, watching her. She took out her earphones.
"Hey. How're you?" she asked. The usual greeting.
"I'm fine, how're you?" he replied. The usual response.
"Fine thanks." They were both lying. That was how it always went.
"It's dinner time, you ready to go?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure," she answered. She stood up and then they left. They walked in silence for a few minutes. Hermione's brain was racing, trying to think of something to say.
"Uh, thanks for letting me borrow the CD," she said. "Anytime you want it back, just ask."
"Yeah, that's okay. You can keep it for as long as you want." Silence.
"Well, I'm going to go to my table now. See you."
"See you," he said. And they both went their different ways.
Harry was very pissed off with himself. He ran through their short conversation again. 'Fine... That's okay... sure...' Had they actually said anything worthwhile? "Fuck!" he screamed.
Draco looked up, mildly amused. "What's up now?" he asked.
"Fuck you," Harry replied, glaring at him.
"Woahh, what did I do now?" asked Draco. Harry just glared. "Okay, I get it, you're giving me three guesses! Okay, this is going to be fun!" He put on a very thoughtful look, cupped his chin in his hands and moved his head slowly side to side. "Hmm, let me guess... is it... a girl? Is it... hmm, could it be... Hermione?"
"Fuck you," Harry repeated.
"My, my," Draco commented lightly as he delicately buttered a piece of bread, "You're in a strop today." Harry said nothing. He simply started to eat.
"Well, you're never going to get her like that," Draco said, that annoying drawl in his voice.
"One last time, Draco. Fuck. You."
"And fuck you too, Harry dear," Draco said fondly.
Author's Note: Okay, umm, first chappy done. please read and review! Love you all you fluffs! (Don't you just love Draco? He's the best.)