Disclaimer: I do not own any original Harry Potter characters. Sniff sniff.
I have a few characters of my own, which I will identify when they come
into the story.
This story is being used for entertainment purposes only, no money is being made and no violation of copyright intended.
Read, enjoy, and review!!! ***********************************************************************
"Hermione!" Lavender called, shaking her friend. "Wake up! Come on, we're going to be late!" Hermione sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Late? Late for what?" she asked groggily.
"We're going on holiday, remember? The portkey leaves in an hour." Lavender said, throwing clothes into a suitcase.
"Why can't we Apparate again?" Hermione asked, yawning.
"Because it's hard to do with luggage and I don't fancy getting splinched." Lavender replied.
"Oh, all right. I'm getting up." Hermione said, getting out of her bed and heading for the bathroom.
It had been two years since they'd finished at Hogwarts. Hermione Granger, aged nineteen years old, shared an apartment with her good friend Lavender Brown. They had been dorm-mates for seven years at Hogwarts, and since they had both gone on to work as healers at the same hospital, were now roommates. The hospital they worked at was Angelina Johnson Memorial, their field was research.
The hospital had been built a year and a half ago, after the Final Battle in which Angelina Johnson, Hannah Abbot, Parvati Patel, Pansy Parkinson, Dennis Creevey, Blaise Zabini and many other had been killed; the most affecting deaths being the two of Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter themselves.
Hermione and Lavender had managed to wrangle three weeks off work, which they were planning to spend at a popular wizarding beach resort called Merlin's Island.
"What are you doing in there? Hurry up!" Lavender called.
"I'm ready, just hold on a second." Hermione used a charm on her hair to make it stay straight, then hurried back into her bedroom and grabbed her handbag. She was dressed in a white Ralph Lauren miniskirt and a blue tank top.
Lavender, who was waiting impatiently in the living room, was wearing a knee-length denim skirt and a top fashioned from a sarong.
"The portkey leaves in two minutes, grab your bags and hold on tight." Lavender said.
"What is it this time?" Hermione asked.
"A pencil." Hermione was slightly surprised, as Merlin's Island portkeys were normally tiny figurines of Merlin himself.
"How'd you get it?" she asked.
"Cho did it for me." Cho Chang had gone on to work in Transportation and Customs at the Ministry, and she did portkeys in her spare time.
"Isn't that. illegal?" Hermione asked dubiously.
"I call it free. Ooh, grab it, time to go." Hermione touched the bright green pencil and felt the familiar sensation as they were swept off to the island.
A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic. Read it and I'll love you. Review and I will love you forever, lol. I'll try and update whenever I can, but unless I get reviews I'll have to keep yall waiting. Laughs evilly.
This story is being used for entertainment purposes only, no money is being made and no violation of copyright intended.
Read, enjoy, and review!!! ***********************************************************************
"Hermione!" Lavender called, shaking her friend. "Wake up! Come on, we're going to be late!" Hermione sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Late? Late for what?" she asked groggily.
"We're going on holiday, remember? The portkey leaves in an hour." Lavender said, throwing clothes into a suitcase.
"Why can't we Apparate again?" Hermione asked, yawning.
"Because it's hard to do with luggage and I don't fancy getting splinched." Lavender replied.
"Oh, all right. I'm getting up." Hermione said, getting out of her bed and heading for the bathroom.
It had been two years since they'd finished at Hogwarts. Hermione Granger, aged nineteen years old, shared an apartment with her good friend Lavender Brown. They had been dorm-mates for seven years at Hogwarts, and since they had both gone on to work as healers at the same hospital, were now roommates. The hospital they worked at was Angelina Johnson Memorial, their field was research.
The hospital had been built a year and a half ago, after the Final Battle in which Angelina Johnson, Hannah Abbot, Parvati Patel, Pansy Parkinson, Dennis Creevey, Blaise Zabini and many other had been killed; the most affecting deaths being the two of Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter themselves.
Hermione and Lavender had managed to wrangle three weeks off work, which they were planning to spend at a popular wizarding beach resort called Merlin's Island.
"What are you doing in there? Hurry up!" Lavender called.
"I'm ready, just hold on a second." Hermione used a charm on her hair to make it stay straight, then hurried back into her bedroom and grabbed her handbag. She was dressed in a white Ralph Lauren miniskirt and a blue tank top.
Lavender, who was waiting impatiently in the living room, was wearing a knee-length denim skirt and a top fashioned from a sarong.
"The portkey leaves in two minutes, grab your bags and hold on tight." Lavender said.
"What is it this time?" Hermione asked.
"A pencil." Hermione was slightly surprised, as Merlin's Island portkeys were normally tiny figurines of Merlin himself.
"How'd you get it?" she asked.
"Cho did it for me." Cho Chang had gone on to work in Transportation and Customs at the Ministry, and she did portkeys in her spare time.
"Isn't that. illegal?" Hermione asked dubiously.
"I call it free. Ooh, grab it, time to go." Hermione touched the bright green pencil and felt the familiar sensation as they were swept off to the island.
A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic. Read it and I'll love you. Review and I will love you forever, lol. I'll try and update whenever I can, but unless I get reviews I'll have to keep yall waiting. Laughs evilly.