Hey everyone! This is my Harry Potter Fanfic! Props to my Beta representthescottish a.k.a Hannah! Please enjoy and be sure to review! I love reviews, they are really good encouragement! Anyway, enjoy!
Hermione walked slowly back to her camp. Her baggy black pants made a swishing noise against the brown dirt and the chains that connected from her back pockets to a little ring near the back of her knee clinked together each time she took a step. She looked down at her skate boarding shoes, watching as the dirt dusted them. She pinched the front of her white tank top and fanned it, trying to get the air to move and cool her off. She could feel the sweat on her neck and back and grabbing her long pony tail brought it to lie over her shoulder. She couldn't wait to get her group's motor home and sit in her air conditioned room before she had to get all her gear on and prepare for her race that started in an hour.
She passed by motor homes she knew to be magically enlarged on the inside and some she knew were not. Each one had a trailer next to it that held the racer's motorcycles, because that was what every person was here for: racing. That's why she was here, to race. This had been her life for awhile now, she had learned, along with Harry and Ron, to ride from Sirius and Remus. After Voldemort was killed, Peter Pettigrew was forced to confess and Sirius had been released. Harry had gone to live with Sirius after he had gotten a house with Remus and the summer she had gone to visit was when he taught them. After that she traveled with them, going to races and after getting up the courage began to race herself. She had been doing it for awhile now and had become one of the best racers around, if what her friends and fellow racers told her was true.
She reached her motor home and opened the door. Like the other wizard motor homes, the one her and her friends lived in was magically enlarged and on the inside now looked like a fairly good sized house. There was a rather large living room with a fairly good sized kitchen. The hall on the left side of the living room had seven rooms, each quite a nice size with queen sized beds, a dresser, a walk in closet and their own bathroom.
After closing the door behind her she walked into the kitchen and taking a cup out of one of the cupboards above the sink filled it with ice and water from the refrigerator door. She took a big gulp and shivered as she felt the cold liquid run down her throat. She looked around her wondering where everyone was at. When she had left to sign up for her race everyone had been sitting in the living room on the black leather couch and arm chairs chatting animatedly about a racer that had just appeared out of nowhere and started smoking what were supposed to be the best racers at this track. She personally had faced this racer yet but she hoped she would soon; it would be nice to have a challenge.
She heard a noise that sounded distinctly like a wrench hitting the metal floor of the trailer and knew exactly where everyone was. Putting her empty cup in the sink, she opened the door and walked to the trailer that sat next to their motor home. She heard something else drop and a curse. She smiled and opened the door, stepping into the trailer that was also magicked and now looked like a full sized garage with shelves lining the walls with parts and tool boxes everywhere.
"What are you guys up to in here?" she asked the large group of people. Eight pairs of eyes turned to look at her.
Standing around her black Ducati ST3 racing bike was Harry with his arm around Ginny's waist, Ron, Sirius, Remus, Rick and Tyler. Harry, Ron and Sirius were racers just like her, while Tyler was their very skilled mechanic, Rick was their medical man and Ginny was their official "groupie" as she liked to call herself. Harry had grown to be about 5'9" and still had his unruly black hair and bright green eyes, although he switched the glasses for contacts since they started getting in the way of his helmet. Ron was about 6'2" with shoulder length red hair and still had his freckles. Sirius and Remus still looked the same, although Sirius's features had softened since his years in Azkaban and he was quite handsome. Ginny was the same height as Hermione, 5'6" and had long red hair, she had filled out and like to show off that fact by wearing mini skirts and low cut shirts. Rick was the tallest coming in at 6'3" and quite muscled. He had broad shoulders, and big biceps, in other words, he looked like a weight lifter. He had long black hair that he pulled into a low pony tail and dark brown eyes; he looked quite intimidating if you didn't know him. He was dressed in a black t-shirt that had a Harley emblem on the front, black cargo pants and motorcycle boots. Tyler was the exact opposite of Rick; he was as tall as Harry and was quite lanky looking; his blond hair was in a buzz cut and he had bright blue eyes.
"We're just doing some final check ups on your bike before your race. Did you get signed up?" Tyler replied in his deep voice from his stool next to her bike.
"Yeah," she walked up and joined the group, "Why is everyone in here just for a check up?"
"We had nothing better to do," said Ron from beside her.
"Do you know who you'll be racing?" asked Sirius from next to Rick.
"Um…I saw Richards on there as well as Jackson, I didn't get to see the rest. Oh, there was one right above Richards' name, it was D.M. I thought it was weird how they just put their initials," she scrunched up her nose and tried to think of who the person could be.
Everyone looked at each other, "What?" she asked.
"Hermione, that's the guy that has been winning practically every race, the one that just showed up two days ago," said Tyler from his stool on the other side of her bike.
Hermione smiled, "That's awesome! I've wanted to race him since I heard about him!" Now she was even more excited about her race, she could already feel the familiar sensation in her stomach.
Everyone looked at each other again, "So you think you can beat him?" asked Remus.
"I know I can, his ego must be enormous by now, and being cocky while you race always makes you make mistakes; whoa…that just rhymed," she laughed at herself.
"Go Hermione!" yelled Ginny. Everyone started laughing and talking about all the ways Hermione could bring the guy down a few pegs.
Hermione sat at the starting line waiting for the last few people to get up there. She had on her black riding boots, black bike pants, and black motorcycle jacket which were tailored to fit her perfectly. She cradled her helmet in her arms while she straddled her bike. The group was around her getting her spazzed for the race…as if she wasn't excited enough. When the whistle blew letting all the riders know they needed to get to the starting line, Harry, Ron, Sirius, Remus, Rick and Tyler all gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek and Ginny hugged her and whispered a "Go get 'em girl" in her ear before slapping her shoulder. She smiled and waved to them before flinging her braid off her shoulder and putting her helmet on. While adjusting the straps under her chin, she noticed an emerald green and silver bike pull up next to her, the rider wearing similarly colored gear. The person already had their helmet on so she couldn't tell who it was; she assumed it was the new guy though because she had never seen the bike before. She nodded a greeting and flipped her visor down, just as he looked her up and down then nodded in return. She put her right foot on one of the pegs and wrapped her hands around the handles. Her body tensed as she waited for the sound of the gun shot that would signal "go".
At the sound of the gun, she flicked her wrist and took off, bringing her left foot up and putting in on the peg. She felt the front of her bike rise a little as she sped off the starting line and leaned forward into her bike. This was her favorite part, just her, her bike, and the road…and of course the new guy that was coming up fast on her right. She took a quick glance over her shoulder and noticed her and new guy had a pretty good lead on the others. Now it was just a matter of not letting him pass her, which would be easy since as soon as she took off she had taking the inside of the track. Arriving at the first turn, she down shifted and leaned into the left turn, her knee coming pretty close to the ground. That's the part that took her forever to get used to; being so close to the ground that you could stick out your hand and run your hand across the turf. She pulled up out of the turn and shifted up to fifth gear; her bike gave a jolt and she shot forward.
This was her heaven; she loved the feel of the power of her bike beneath her as she sped around the race track, the excitement that came with a burst of speed. When she raced she felt like she was flying, and since she didn't have a love for brooms like Harry and Ron this was her flight.
Before she could realize what was happening, the rider in green had overtaken her, and she watched as lifted his hand and gave a little wave then quickly put it back on the handle. She smiled and pulled the throttle back more and was soon at his tail. She tried to overtake him but every time she tried to go around he would follow her. She was excited and a little frustrated; she was happy to have a challenge but frustrated that she couldn't pass him.
They went into another turn and she saw her break, he had judged wrong and took the turn to widely. She took her chance and pulled the throttle back all the way and swept by him, hurriedly letting off the throttle and downshifting; she didn't want to blow the engine. She heard a roar of cheers and took a quick glance and noticed they had just passed the crowd of on lookers. She smiled when she saw her group throwing their arms in the air and screaming their heads off. She turned back to the track; she had one more lap to go.
Hermione and the guy in green were nose and nose as they came up to the finish line. She pressed herself into the bike and pulled harder on the throttle. "Come on, come on!" she thought in her head. They both blew past the finish line; Hermione downshifted and pulled on the breaks, turning her bike to come to a skidding stop. She threw off her helmet as she was swarmed by Harry, Ron, Ginny, Sirius, Remus, Rick and Tyler. They were giving her hugs and slaps on the back, telling her what a great race that was. She accepted their praise but was more interested in hearing who had won. She looked over to the guy in green and saw three guys standing beside him. He took his helmet off and swung blonde hair out of his face; it was wet with sweat and just flopped down into his face again.
She remembered how hot she was and took off her motorcycle jacket, her camisole clung to her body and her skin was slick with perspiration. She really needed to get a jacket that breathed better. She heard the announcer begin to speak into the megaphone.
"Alright everyone, I'm sure you're anxious to hear who won this race." Everyone began to cheer and the announcer put the megaphone down until they all quieted down.
"This decision was very tough, as they were so close, but upon very close inspection," she knew that last part was just for the muggle people around, they had charmed the picture to tell them who had won, "and the winner is…"