SAN VOUS
(A/N: I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!! WOO HOO! I MISSED YOU ALL VERY MUCH!!!! I was
rather unsure whether or not to do a sequel. I'd been writing this for
about a month or two but had come to the conclusion that no one would be
interested in reading a sequel, so I'd stopped writing altogether. But then
today, I received a review from the lovely lovely pyroprincess4rmeverwood
who said, and I quote "Make a sequel! Make a sequel!" So my friends, you
all have her to thank for this!!!!!)
Title: If any of you read SORT TORDU then you'll know that I put the name of my stories in French. San Vous in French means Without You. (If you want to get all proper it's: Sans Vous) Just a FYI
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, its characters, settings, basically anything you might recognize! Only the plot is my own!
Time: 7th Year (A/N again: I've decided that I will from now on, individually reply to your reviews, you all deserve it!!!)
(A/N –last time I promise-: Also, remember how I like to ease into things so just keep that in mind and I'll try to update A.S.A.P. THANK YOU SO MUCH and HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! Hugs, Haystack)
CHAPTER ONE: THE BURROW
Hermione Granger snapped her head to the side, attempting to follow the lightning quick movements that came with playing Quidditch. She smiled as her best friend, Ron Weasley, blocked a goal, grinning ear to ear.
"Ha! So there Fred!" The red head beamed
"I'll give you something to wipe that pathetic grin off your face" Fred said sarcastically but whamming a bludger towards Ron all the same.
"Oy Ron!" George shouted "The Quaffe's coming!"
Ron turned to see if the quaffle was indeed approaching but as he did, the bludger smacked him in the head.
"Ouch!" Ron winced, rubbing his head as the others laughed. Blushing slightly at his own gullible mistake, but smiling broadly, he called a game over.
"Had enough little brother?" George teased, "Did the nasty bludger hit you?"
Ron chose not to respond as he lowered his broom to the ground where Hermione waited, smiling happily. The others in turn, grudgingly headed towards the ground and away from the clear blue summer sky.
"Again tomorrow then?" Ginny asked her brothers
"Can't. Charlie and I have got to work. But you all can play."
The others nodded. Bill, the twins, Charlie, Ginny, and Ron had been playing Quidditch every day while Hermione and Neville chose to watch with admiration and amusement. Together, the party headed towards the Burrow, which was always full of entertaining things to do.
After the end of last year, Hermione orphaned and without a place to stay, returned immediately to the Burrow where the Weasley family had welcomed her with open arms. For this she was grateful. Dumbledore and other Ministry officials had suggested that she return to her home, but the thought of spending a summer by herself was too much for Hermione to bear. After all, after this year she would really be out by herself, with a job and her own place to stay.
Neville had arrived last week, which had completed the group of friends, minus of course Luna and Harry who had both died bravely in the Great War. Neville had been affected differently than the others by the war and had undergone a personality makeover. Self-confidence had done him good, but then again, assisting in the defeat of Voldemort and his Death Eaters could do that to a person.
"Mum! We're back!" Ron bellowed into the house
"Good, Dinner's 'bout ready." Mrs. Weasley said briskly "Girls, plates. Bill and Charlie dears set up the table. Ron and Neville drinks if you please and Fred and George...I can trust you with the forks and knives can't I?" She asked sternly
George clutched his chest as if he was greatly offended. "Of course Mum, why on earth would you say something like that?" Fred asked, matching George's offended tone.
Mrs. Weasley sighed "Well remembering last week when you two were fighting and flinging the knives at each other maybe I was right in thinking--"
"No worries! We'll be good!" George said skiving off the lecture that was sure to have followed, grabbing the silver wear and heading outside where the ten ate.
After dinner, everyone relaxed, settling into the comfortable chairs that clashed with the tablecloth greatly, Fred and George were deep in conversation about their joke shop that they'd set up in Hogsmeade about a year ago when they'd left Hogwarts. Bill, Charlie, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were busy talking about the dragons that Charlie looked after. Meanwhile, the five sat at the other end of the table, all completely content and rather drowsy.
"Can't wait till our Hogwarts letters come! I'm anxious to see if I made Head Girl; and what I got on the O.W.L.S. of course!" Hermione said energetically over dessert.
"Why bother looking?" Ron joked "The whole school knows that you'll be Head Girl and it isn't possible for you to have gotten lower than a 110% on anything!" The others laughed and nodded their heads in agreement.
Hermione frowned. "Now Ron that's not true. Besides, I don't want to get my hopes up."
But sure enough at about eight in the morning, Neville and Ron were woken up to a scream. Not more than a minute later Hermione came bounding into the room, curls flying behind her, face and eyes aglow. She yanked the covers off Ron's face screaming "I got it! I got it!"
Ron, rather irritable at being woken up so early mumbled a "that's great 'Mione" and fell back asleep.
Neville on the other hand, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, smiled, and gave Hermione a hug while she ranted out loud.
"I couldn't really believe it when I opened the letter. I'm still in shock." After a few more moments of Hermione pacing the room, uttering happy nonsense, she shrieked and clasped her hands to her face. "Oh! I have to tell Draco!" and scampered out of the room.
"Ginny?! Ginny?!"
"What?" Ginny said sleepily, though she'd been the first awakened by Hermione's news, she had since drifted back to slumber.
"Can I borrow Errol or will you parents mind?"
"hmm...yeah go ahead."
"Thanks!"
Hermione ripped off a spare piece of parchment and hurriedly selected a bottle of ink and quill.
Dear Draco, You won't believe what happened.... I got Head Girl! I'm so happy you wouldn't believe it! I wonder who the Head boy is...it's not you is it? That'd be too perfect! I miss you so much. Can't wait to see you tomorrow! Love, Hermione
Hermione put the letter in an envelope, sealed it, and gave it to Errol who was lazily holding his foot out. Watching Errol fade into the distance, Hermione's temporary high faded as well. Thinking about her friend's reactions made her wonder. How would Harry have reacted to the news? Sighing deeply, and attempting to push all thoughts of Harry out of her mind she headed downstairs. Since she was up maybe she could start breakfast.
(A/N: So...what'd u think? Let me know, I can't wait to hear from you all! Review! Hugs, Haystack)
Title: If any of you read SORT TORDU then you'll know that I put the name of my stories in French. San Vous in French means Without You. (If you want to get all proper it's: Sans Vous) Just a FYI
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, its characters, settings, basically anything you might recognize! Only the plot is my own!
Time: 7th Year (A/N again: I've decided that I will from now on, individually reply to your reviews, you all deserve it!!!)
(A/N –last time I promise-: Also, remember how I like to ease into things so just keep that in mind and I'll try to update A.S.A.P. THANK YOU SO MUCH and HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! Hugs, Haystack)
CHAPTER ONE: THE BURROW
Hermione Granger snapped her head to the side, attempting to follow the lightning quick movements that came with playing Quidditch. She smiled as her best friend, Ron Weasley, blocked a goal, grinning ear to ear.
"Ha! So there Fred!" The red head beamed
"I'll give you something to wipe that pathetic grin off your face" Fred said sarcastically but whamming a bludger towards Ron all the same.
"Oy Ron!" George shouted "The Quaffe's coming!"
Ron turned to see if the quaffle was indeed approaching but as he did, the bludger smacked him in the head.
"Ouch!" Ron winced, rubbing his head as the others laughed. Blushing slightly at his own gullible mistake, but smiling broadly, he called a game over.
"Had enough little brother?" George teased, "Did the nasty bludger hit you?"
Ron chose not to respond as he lowered his broom to the ground where Hermione waited, smiling happily. The others in turn, grudgingly headed towards the ground and away from the clear blue summer sky.
"Again tomorrow then?" Ginny asked her brothers
"Can't. Charlie and I have got to work. But you all can play."
The others nodded. Bill, the twins, Charlie, Ginny, and Ron had been playing Quidditch every day while Hermione and Neville chose to watch with admiration and amusement. Together, the party headed towards the Burrow, which was always full of entertaining things to do.
After the end of last year, Hermione orphaned and without a place to stay, returned immediately to the Burrow where the Weasley family had welcomed her with open arms. For this she was grateful. Dumbledore and other Ministry officials had suggested that she return to her home, but the thought of spending a summer by herself was too much for Hermione to bear. After all, after this year she would really be out by herself, with a job and her own place to stay.
Neville had arrived last week, which had completed the group of friends, minus of course Luna and Harry who had both died bravely in the Great War. Neville had been affected differently than the others by the war and had undergone a personality makeover. Self-confidence had done him good, but then again, assisting in the defeat of Voldemort and his Death Eaters could do that to a person.
"Mum! We're back!" Ron bellowed into the house
"Good, Dinner's 'bout ready." Mrs. Weasley said briskly "Girls, plates. Bill and Charlie dears set up the table. Ron and Neville drinks if you please and Fred and George...I can trust you with the forks and knives can't I?" She asked sternly
George clutched his chest as if he was greatly offended. "Of course Mum, why on earth would you say something like that?" Fred asked, matching George's offended tone.
Mrs. Weasley sighed "Well remembering last week when you two were fighting and flinging the knives at each other maybe I was right in thinking--"
"No worries! We'll be good!" George said skiving off the lecture that was sure to have followed, grabbing the silver wear and heading outside where the ten ate.
After dinner, everyone relaxed, settling into the comfortable chairs that clashed with the tablecloth greatly, Fred and George were deep in conversation about their joke shop that they'd set up in Hogsmeade about a year ago when they'd left Hogwarts. Bill, Charlie, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were busy talking about the dragons that Charlie looked after. Meanwhile, the five sat at the other end of the table, all completely content and rather drowsy.
"Can't wait till our Hogwarts letters come! I'm anxious to see if I made Head Girl; and what I got on the O.W.L.S. of course!" Hermione said energetically over dessert.
"Why bother looking?" Ron joked "The whole school knows that you'll be Head Girl and it isn't possible for you to have gotten lower than a 110% on anything!" The others laughed and nodded their heads in agreement.
Hermione frowned. "Now Ron that's not true. Besides, I don't want to get my hopes up."
But sure enough at about eight in the morning, Neville and Ron were woken up to a scream. Not more than a minute later Hermione came bounding into the room, curls flying behind her, face and eyes aglow. She yanked the covers off Ron's face screaming "I got it! I got it!"
Ron, rather irritable at being woken up so early mumbled a "that's great 'Mione" and fell back asleep.
Neville on the other hand, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, smiled, and gave Hermione a hug while she ranted out loud.
"I couldn't really believe it when I opened the letter. I'm still in shock." After a few more moments of Hermione pacing the room, uttering happy nonsense, she shrieked and clasped her hands to her face. "Oh! I have to tell Draco!" and scampered out of the room.
"Ginny?! Ginny?!"
"What?" Ginny said sleepily, though she'd been the first awakened by Hermione's news, she had since drifted back to slumber.
"Can I borrow Errol or will you parents mind?"
"hmm...yeah go ahead."
"Thanks!"
Hermione ripped off a spare piece of parchment and hurriedly selected a bottle of ink and quill.
Dear Draco, You won't believe what happened.... I got Head Girl! I'm so happy you wouldn't believe it! I wonder who the Head boy is...it's not you is it? That'd be too perfect! I miss you so much. Can't wait to see you tomorrow! Love, Hermione
Hermione put the letter in an envelope, sealed it, and gave it to Errol who was lazily holding his foot out. Watching Errol fade into the distance, Hermione's temporary high faded as well. Thinking about her friend's reactions made her wonder. How would Harry have reacted to the news? Sighing deeply, and attempting to push all thoughts of Harry out of her mind she headed downstairs. Since she was up maybe she could start breakfast.
(A/N: So...what'd u think? Let me know, I can't wait to hear from you all! Review! Hugs, Haystack)