A/N: Ah, my first Harry Potter fic. Well, don't flame me too bad, and give
me really convincing reviews so that I don't get discouraged and stop
writing. Yeah, I'm like that. (Grins) Has anyone besides me thought of
sending FF.Net a suggestion like, "Um…here's a suggestion, how 'bout…you
make the site actually work?" It just makes me soooooooooo mad! I hate it
when stuff is broken. My therapist says it's because I think I myself am
broken. Pfff, what does he know?
Summary: Um, well, uh…Oh! Now I remember! Ron, Ginny, Harry, Hermione and Draco get sucked into a different reality, and their most secret desires and thoughts are exposed. When they return, can they survive the embarrassment of having to face each other the rest of the year? Warning: With my mind, this might be a little weird, a little OOC, and a little…well, weird. But it'll probably be interesting, so read! D/Hr, maybe a little H/G
Disclaimer: (Lights a blue candle, along with a pink and orange and begins to meditate). "…Harry Potter is not mine…Harry Potter belongs to the Goddess of Literature JK Rowling…hmm…mountain berries, pink lemonade, and spring stream are a good combination for aroma therapy…um…here's the story…"
Truthful Serendipity
Chapter 1-Arrival at the Weasley's and Diagon Alley
Hermione Granger approached the Weasley's pleasant looking home as her parents drove off. She was to spend the weekend there so that she could accompany them to Diagon Alley and then Hogwarts. She was going into her 6th year at the great school of witchcraft and wizardry, and she was quite excited. She had been made a Prefect, along with Harry and Ron.
A sudden grin broke out on the brunette's face as she made it to the door and Ron and Harry ambushed her before she could knock. She received hugs from each, and comments like, "Mione, we've missed you!" and "My, my, my, our little Hermione sure is growing!"
She was ushered inside and the door closed behind her.
"Ginny!" she shouted as her other red headed friend ran into her arms. The two had become quite close since Harry and Ron were constantly at Quiddtich practice.
"Oh, Herm, I missed you! But now that you're here you can help me fend off these brutes! Ron and Harry have done nothing but unmercislessly tease me, and Fred and George are visiting this weekend. I'm in need of another girl!" the once shy Weasley grinned and Hermione nodded in agreement.
"Boys," they said and shook their heads at the same time.
"Hello dear," Mrs. Weasley smiled and gave Hermione a warm hug. "My, you sure are growing!" she announced as they parted.
Hermione smiled as Harry and Ron nodded their agreement. And it was true: the once bean-stalky book worm, Hermione was a now blossoming 16 year old.
"Well dinner will be ready in a few, so why don't you kids head on upstairs and I'll call you down later," Mrs. Weasley said as she walked into the kitchen.
Harry and Ron smiled sweetly-a little too sweetly-as Hermione handed each an item of hers to carry.
"What?" she asked them.
"Nothing," they responded quickly, bounding up the stairs to put Hermione's things in Ginny's room.
"I'd be careful if I were you, Mione. George sent Ron a load of new pranks and things, and all they've been doing is tormenting me with them," Ginny smiled as Hermione groaned.
"Just what I need-another Weasley and a bag of tricks!" she sighed and the two girls broke out laughing.
*
The rest of the weekend went by smoothly enough, with the exception of a few of George and Fred's pranks Sunday night at dinner. First, there was the headless chicken incident, in which George bewitched to seem alive, and then set loose in Mrs. Weasley's kitchen while she was preparing dinner. Second (which, according to Hermione, was the absolute worst), was when the twins hexed Hermione's food so that upon eating it, afterward every book she reached for would grow a huge, toothy mouth and try to bite her. It wore off after a few hours, much to the disappointment of Ron and Harry.
Now it was the morning that the four Hogwarts students would head for Diagon Alley and shop themselves silly.
Hermione and Ginny decided that they would go to look at robes first, while Harry and Ron would look at Quidditch things. These two topics of course took the most amount of time from the shoppers, and by that time it would be nice to have a butterbeer. So, they decided to meet at a nice bar afterwards, then head off together to look at normal school things.
So, upon arrival (via Floopowder), everyone visited Gringotts to get their money, and the children (who were becoming more and more like young adults) split off in separate directions in their two groups, promising to meet up later as planned.
Hermione and Ginny found an intricate looking robe shop with a nice young woman working. They began to browse around with the occasional good find.
"Ooh! Hermione, look! Isn't this one just grand? I love it! I want this soooo bad!" Ginny screeched as she pulled a normal black robe off of a rack.
"Why? It doesn't look any different from all the other ones," Hermione stated simply, looking at it with a bored expression.
"It may not look any different, but it feels different. Here, feel!" Ginny shoved the robe into Hermione's arms and she almost gasped. She had never felt anything so soft, so smooth, and so perfect in all her years.
"What is this fabric?" Hermione asked as she begrudgingly let Ginny take the robe back.
"Dunno, it doesn't say," Ginny responded distractedly as she searched the robe for a price.
"Wow! And it's cheap too!" Ginny said, showing Hermione the tag.
"Lucky! That seems to be the only one. If I could I'd get one but-"
"Here," a familiar drawl came from behind the girls, and Hermione soon found herself with a robe just like Ginny's thrust into her arms. A she turned to see who it was, she caught a glimpse of silvery-blond hair go out the door.
"Was that Draco Malfoy?" she asked incredulously.
"Uh-huh," Ginny nodded, mouth slightly agape in shock.
When the two recovered, Ginny said, "Well this summer sure has done quite a job on him, hasn't it?"
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, clueless.
"Oh, come on, Mione! Are you telling me that even from just that small little glance you couldn't tell how good he looks?"
"What? How could I ever see anything besides a spoiled, selfish, jerk who has done nothing but terrorize my friends and I the past 5 years?!" Hermione said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What did he just do?" Ginny asked in a calm voice.
"Oh." Hermione felt herself at a loss for words as she remembered the kind and somewhat human gesture Malfoy had made a moment ago.
"See? He's not that bad!" Ginny said, smirking at Hermione's quietness.
"Whatever," Hermione said, "Let's just meet the boys now," and dragged a triumphant Ginny out into the crowded streets.
They found the boys sitting at the bar in a booth near the window, discussing Quidditch, of all things.
"Hey Mione, hey Gin. Did you girls have fun looking at robes and such?" Ron asked. Hermione didn't miss the implied tone when he said 'girls', so she replied, "Yes, we did. So did you boys have a good time looking at god- awful Quidditch things?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, we did."
"Good," Hermione replied as she slid into a spot next to Ginny.
"Okay, now that you two are done with pointless arguments, has anyone else had a run in with Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Actually, we-OW!" Ginny was cut off as Hermione kicked her in the shin.
"What she means is we saw him on the street, but he didn't notice us." Hermione quickly said.
"Oh. Well, when Ron and I were in the Quidditch shop he ran into us, literally, and apologized. Then he was out the door before we could even accuse him of anything," Harry explained.
"Weird," Hermione said.
"I agree. The stupid git's planning something, I say," Ron said and took a swig of his butterbeer.
"If he was planning something, don't you think that he'd be a little less conspicuous?" Ginny spoke up.
"Maybe he's too stupid to be conspicuous!" Ron countered.
"Ron, if anyone knows how smart Malfoy is, it's us. I'm sure that he probably just did that so that he would make you guys think he was up to something, when he really wasn't," Hermione put her two cents in.
"So, he's trying to make us think he's up to something, when he really isn't, and then what? Actually do something to us while we're thinking that he was planning to do something, then he wasn't because he actually just wanted us to think that he's up to something?" Harry asked.
The other three stared at him with confused looks.
After realizing what he just said, Harry decided that agreeing with Ron was much easier, and added, "I think you're right, Ron. He is planning something."
"Nice to know I'm trusted," came a cool voice form behind them. They turned to see Draco and-WAIT! Crabbe and Goyle weren't standing behind him. Weird.
"And why would we trust you, Malfoy?" Harry spat.
"Well, people do change, you know," Malfoy smirked.
"Not you," Harry shook his head.
"Fine, fine, whatever Potter. But since you are discussing me, I think I have a right to be here," he said and smoothly slid into the spot next to Hermione, looking as comfortable as possible.
As everyone stared at him in utter shock or with a look that clearly meant they wanted him to burst into flames, Malfoy looked at Hermione and said, giving her a once-over, "I'm surprised, Granger. You're much…fuller than last year."
Hermione's face turned beat red and she slapped Draco as hard as she could. Harry and Ron got up, fist clenched and ready.
"You…you pig! How could you be so perverse?!" she shouted.
He grinned and rubbed the spot on his cheek where Hermione had slapped him.
Harry lowered his voice so that it was a deadly calm and steady tone. "Malfoy, I suggest that you leave right now, before any of us here do something that we won't regret."
"Why? Afraid I might take your precious virgin Hermione away from you? You know, Potter, I'm really surprised that you haven't made a move on her. She's quite a hot ticket, you know. I would-" but Draco's low drawl was interrupted as Ron's body made solid contact with his, knocking them both to the floor, Harry not too far behind.
Ginny jumped up from her spot at the table and stood next to Hermione who was near the wall.
They both had too suddenly leap out of the boy's way as they came crasing towards them, rolling on the floor. But the boys kept coming, and knocked all 5 of them into the wall. But they suddenly realized that they hadn't been knocked into the wall, but through it.
*
A/N: So what'd ya think? Kinda boring, but hey, it's the first chapter. It'll get more interesting, I promise. I just had to end it there because my candles had finally burnt out. But ah, the smell of aroma therapy still lingers in the air. Well, uh, review please. (Akward silence) Yeah, so, Draco's being quite a prick, ain't he? Heheh. Ah…
Summary: Um, well, uh…Oh! Now I remember! Ron, Ginny, Harry, Hermione and Draco get sucked into a different reality, and their most secret desires and thoughts are exposed. When they return, can they survive the embarrassment of having to face each other the rest of the year? Warning: With my mind, this might be a little weird, a little OOC, and a little…well, weird. But it'll probably be interesting, so read! D/Hr, maybe a little H/G
Disclaimer: (Lights a blue candle, along with a pink and orange and begins to meditate). "…Harry Potter is not mine…Harry Potter belongs to the Goddess of Literature JK Rowling…hmm…mountain berries, pink lemonade, and spring stream are a good combination for aroma therapy…um…here's the story…"
Truthful Serendipity
Chapter 1-Arrival at the Weasley's and Diagon Alley
Hermione Granger approached the Weasley's pleasant looking home as her parents drove off. She was to spend the weekend there so that she could accompany them to Diagon Alley and then Hogwarts. She was going into her 6th year at the great school of witchcraft and wizardry, and she was quite excited. She had been made a Prefect, along with Harry and Ron.
A sudden grin broke out on the brunette's face as she made it to the door and Ron and Harry ambushed her before she could knock. She received hugs from each, and comments like, "Mione, we've missed you!" and "My, my, my, our little Hermione sure is growing!"
She was ushered inside and the door closed behind her.
"Ginny!" she shouted as her other red headed friend ran into her arms. The two had become quite close since Harry and Ron were constantly at Quiddtich practice.
"Oh, Herm, I missed you! But now that you're here you can help me fend off these brutes! Ron and Harry have done nothing but unmercislessly tease me, and Fred and George are visiting this weekend. I'm in need of another girl!" the once shy Weasley grinned and Hermione nodded in agreement.
"Boys," they said and shook their heads at the same time.
"Hello dear," Mrs. Weasley smiled and gave Hermione a warm hug. "My, you sure are growing!" she announced as they parted.
Hermione smiled as Harry and Ron nodded their agreement. And it was true: the once bean-stalky book worm, Hermione was a now blossoming 16 year old.
"Well dinner will be ready in a few, so why don't you kids head on upstairs and I'll call you down later," Mrs. Weasley said as she walked into the kitchen.
Harry and Ron smiled sweetly-a little too sweetly-as Hermione handed each an item of hers to carry.
"What?" she asked them.
"Nothing," they responded quickly, bounding up the stairs to put Hermione's things in Ginny's room.
"I'd be careful if I were you, Mione. George sent Ron a load of new pranks and things, and all they've been doing is tormenting me with them," Ginny smiled as Hermione groaned.
"Just what I need-another Weasley and a bag of tricks!" she sighed and the two girls broke out laughing.
*
The rest of the weekend went by smoothly enough, with the exception of a few of George and Fred's pranks Sunday night at dinner. First, there was the headless chicken incident, in which George bewitched to seem alive, and then set loose in Mrs. Weasley's kitchen while she was preparing dinner. Second (which, according to Hermione, was the absolute worst), was when the twins hexed Hermione's food so that upon eating it, afterward every book she reached for would grow a huge, toothy mouth and try to bite her. It wore off after a few hours, much to the disappointment of Ron and Harry.
Now it was the morning that the four Hogwarts students would head for Diagon Alley and shop themselves silly.
Hermione and Ginny decided that they would go to look at robes first, while Harry and Ron would look at Quidditch things. These two topics of course took the most amount of time from the shoppers, and by that time it would be nice to have a butterbeer. So, they decided to meet at a nice bar afterwards, then head off together to look at normal school things.
So, upon arrival (via Floopowder), everyone visited Gringotts to get their money, and the children (who were becoming more and more like young adults) split off in separate directions in their two groups, promising to meet up later as planned.
Hermione and Ginny found an intricate looking robe shop with a nice young woman working. They began to browse around with the occasional good find.
"Ooh! Hermione, look! Isn't this one just grand? I love it! I want this soooo bad!" Ginny screeched as she pulled a normal black robe off of a rack.
"Why? It doesn't look any different from all the other ones," Hermione stated simply, looking at it with a bored expression.
"It may not look any different, but it feels different. Here, feel!" Ginny shoved the robe into Hermione's arms and she almost gasped. She had never felt anything so soft, so smooth, and so perfect in all her years.
"What is this fabric?" Hermione asked as she begrudgingly let Ginny take the robe back.
"Dunno, it doesn't say," Ginny responded distractedly as she searched the robe for a price.
"Wow! And it's cheap too!" Ginny said, showing Hermione the tag.
"Lucky! That seems to be the only one. If I could I'd get one but-"
"Here," a familiar drawl came from behind the girls, and Hermione soon found herself with a robe just like Ginny's thrust into her arms. A she turned to see who it was, she caught a glimpse of silvery-blond hair go out the door.
"Was that Draco Malfoy?" she asked incredulously.
"Uh-huh," Ginny nodded, mouth slightly agape in shock.
When the two recovered, Ginny said, "Well this summer sure has done quite a job on him, hasn't it?"
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, clueless.
"Oh, come on, Mione! Are you telling me that even from just that small little glance you couldn't tell how good he looks?"
"What? How could I ever see anything besides a spoiled, selfish, jerk who has done nothing but terrorize my friends and I the past 5 years?!" Hermione said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What did he just do?" Ginny asked in a calm voice.
"Oh." Hermione felt herself at a loss for words as she remembered the kind and somewhat human gesture Malfoy had made a moment ago.
"See? He's not that bad!" Ginny said, smirking at Hermione's quietness.
"Whatever," Hermione said, "Let's just meet the boys now," and dragged a triumphant Ginny out into the crowded streets.
They found the boys sitting at the bar in a booth near the window, discussing Quidditch, of all things.
"Hey Mione, hey Gin. Did you girls have fun looking at robes and such?" Ron asked. Hermione didn't miss the implied tone when he said 'girls', so she replied, "Yes, we did. So did you boys have a good time looking at god- awful Quidditch things?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, we did."
"Good," Hermione replied as she slid into a spot next to Ginny.
"Okay, now that you two are done with pointless arguments, has anyone else had a run in with Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Actually, we-OW!" Ginny was cut off as Hermione kicked her in the shin.
"What she means is we saw him on the street, but he didn't notice us." Hermione quickly said.
"Oh. Well, when Ron and I were in the Quidditch shop he ran into us, literally, and apologized. Then he was out the door before we could even accuse him of anything," Harry explained.
"Weird," Hermione said.
"I agree. The stupid git's planning something, I say," Ron said and took a swig of his butterbeer.
"If he was planning something, don't you think that he'd be a little less conspicuous?" Ginny spoke up.
"Maybe he's too stupid to be conspicuous!" Ron countered.
"Ron, if anyone knows how smart Malfoy is, it's us. I'm sure that he probably just did that so that he would make you guys think he was up to something, when he really wasn't," Hermione put her two cents in.
"So, he's trying to make us think he's up to something, when he really isn't, and then what? Actually do something to us while we're thinking that he was planning to do something, then he wasn't because he actually just wanted us to think that he's up to something?" Harry asked.
The other three stared at him with confused looks.
After realizing what he just said, Harry decided that agreeing with Ron was much easier, and added, "I think you're right, Ron. He is planning something."
"Nice to know I'm trusted," came a cool voice form behind them. They turned to see Draco and-WAIT! Crabbe and Goyle weren't standing behind him. Weird.
"And why would we trust you, Malfoy?" Harry spat.
"Well, people do change, you know," Malfoy smirked.
"Not you," Harry shook his head.
"Fine, fine, whatever Potter. But since you are discussing me, I think I have a right to be here," he said and smoothly slid into the spot next to Hermione, looking as comfortable as possible.
As everyone stared at him in utter shock or with a look that clearly meant they wanted him to burst into flames, Malfoy looked at Hermione and said, giving her a once-over, "I'm surprised, Granger. You're much…fuller than last year."
Hermione's face turned beat red and she slapped Draco as hard as she could. Harry and Ron got up, fist clenched and ready.
"You…you pig! How could you be so perverse?!" she shouted.
He grinned and rubbed the spot on his cheek where Hermione had slapped him.
Harry lowered his voice so that it was a deadly calm and steady tone. "Malfoy, I suggest that you leave right now, before any of us here do something that we won't regret."
"Why? Afraid I might take your precious virgin Hermione away from you? You know, Potter, I'm really surprised that you haven't made a move on her. She's quite a hot ticket, you know. I would-" but Draco's low drawl was interrupted as Ron's body made solid contact with his, knocking them both to the floor, Harry not too far behind.
Ginny jumped up from her spot at the table and stood next to Hermione who was near the wall.
They both had too suddenly leap out of the boy's way as they came crasing towards them, rolling on the floor. But the boys kept coming, and knocked all 5 of them into the wall. But they suddenly realized that they hadn't been knocked into the wall, but through it.
*
A/N: So what'd ya think? Kinda boring, but hey, it's the first chapter. It'll get more interesting, I promise. I just had to end it there because my candles had finally burnt out. But ah, the smell of aroma therapy still lingers in the air. Well, uh, review please. (Akward silence) Yeah, so, Draco's being quite a prick, ain't he? Heheh. Ah…