By me and one of my besties (her name for this site will be known as Bestie)and other bestie who edited basically everything(as well as this sentence)
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Hermionie woke up in the meadow. The flowers tickled her hands. She burst out laughing.
Hermionie POV
Wait…they're flowers under my hands? Mmmmmmmmmmmm Ron really was romantic, I mean taking me here without my permission was totally inappropriate but it was romantic all the same. I sat up, looking around for Ron. There was no sign of him anywhere. Where had he gone?
"Ron, where are you?" I called out. He shouldn't be gone for long; maybe he was preparing a romantic picnic for us. Where was he? He hadn't appeared in 10 minutes.
A lone howl from an unknown species of canine echoed in the meadow. Was it a dog or maybe a wolf? Wait…a wolf howling in the daytime? What was the world coming to? I shook my head. First Ron dumps me here in this beautiful meadow. My fingers trailed incoherently through the flowers…ANYWAY… getting back to the point. First Ron dumps me here and knocks me out, then he ditches me and then a random dog/wolf howls. I am seriously confused.
Suddenly, a nearby bush rustled, followed by a soft growl. Panic spread over me. What was going to emerge? A werewolf like Lupin or was it something else? Slowly, the unknown species of canine started speaking.
"Hey, do you have any spare clothes? I need some, desperately!" The voice was deep and husky; it could've belonged to a young man. "Hey, do you have clothes or not?"
"Umm, I don't really have a lot of clothes but you can take my jacket…" I threw my jacket at the moving bush. A hand appeared and grabbed it before disappearing back inside. What was going on?
"You sure you don't have anything else?" The voice from the moving bush asked.
"Umm…let me look." I run to the bag that was next to me when I woke up. The only thing in the bag was a denim skirt. Perhaps the bush will like it. Wait. I am Hermionie Granger. Why in the name of Merlin am I talking to a bush, not to mention giving my clothes to it? I moved this thought to the back of my mind and addressed the more important matter at hand. I ran back to the bush, holding the skirt.
"Hello?" I asked uncertainly.
"Just give me some clothes!" He demanded unceremoniously. I waited.
"Please?" he added as an afterthought.
"Well…I have something in my bag but I'm not sure you'll want to wear it." I said, while holding the skirt awkwardly.
"I'll take anything now." The voice replied. I threw the skirt on the bush.
A muscular man came out of the bush with a black leather jacket on and a demin skirt. The look on the guys face was nothing to laugh about he looked mad like really mad.
"What the hell is this meant to be?" he said pointing at the skirt.
I was stuck between laughing and being rude or lying and keeping a straight face. To say the least I chose the second option. I put on my straightest face.
"Sorry for taking soo long to get it to you but I believe it is a kilt."
"A kilt. A demin thing you put me in is a KILT?"
