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Typical.
Harry Potter and the Glass Slipper
Chapter 1- It's Too Early
On a thin worn bed lay a sleeping teenage girl. Frizzy curls that framed her face were swayed lightly by the light breaths from between her slightly parted lips. Peace hung in the small room like heavy curtains only to be yanked open by violent shouts.
"Hermione! Hermione! Where are you!" came an enraged call, "Breakfast was meant to be here ten minutes ago.... HERMIONE!"
Eventually the girl stirred, murmuring with discontent," Alright, alright." but the calls didn't stop, "Alright!" she yelled, "I'm coming!"
A shiver coursed through Hermione's body as her feet touched the cold stone floor. But she ignored it as she grabbed her dreary shawl to cover the threadbare nightgown she was wearing and headed for the kitchen.
Ten minutes and twice as many shouts later Hermione made her way up the stairs to the first floor of the modest townhouse.
"Good morning Pansy." Hermione said in a forced cheery voice.
"What took you so long I'm starving?" she admonished as Hermione passed one of the two trays she was carrying to the pretty girl resting in bed.
"You could always make your own breakfast you know"
"What, and break a nail? Go back to the grange cinders. The soot of that cellar is worth more than you"
"And the pig swill more than you"
"Impudent brat!"
"Selfish tart!" Hermione countered as she left her stepsister's bedroom and entered the one next to it.
"So you've already managed to annoy our sister", sighed a female again from a bed.
"More your sister than mine. You share blood whereas I, luckily, only share a piece of parchment."
"Just keep it down. You don't want to wake Father." Hermione handed over the second tray, "If he can sleep through you and Pansy screaming for breakfast he can sleep through anything." With that she left the room leaving Lavender to dig in to her rather comfortable breakfast.
After a quick visit to the well for some washing water and getting dressed for the day Hermione finally settled down to her own breakfast of one egg compared to her sister's three. However the uncommon quiet was soon disturbed by a light squeaking. Hermione looked down to see a familiar black haired mouse with startling green eyes staring at her.
"Hello my little friend," she spoke, "I'm going to have to think of a name for you if you keep turning up like this." She carried on thinking out loud, "Just like my own little pet you've turned up every day for the past month and dodge all of those lovely mouse traps I have to set."
She chuckled at his ingenuity. "I suppose I don't really mind. Although...I wonder why there's only one of you. I mean usually where there's one mouse ther-"
"Hi." She was rudely interrupted by a tall redheaded boy of around the same age as he came through the doorway unannounced, "You do realise that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness don't you?"
"And listening to you is the second. Lock me up now!" she laughed, suddenly her day was looking a whole lot better.
She'd known Ronald Weasley for most of her life. He was sweet and friendly but would do anything to wind her up. They were very close. He knew everything about her and she everything about him.
"Sweet?" he offered, tilting a paper bag towards her that was filled with assorted coloured sweets of blue, green and red.
"Ron. It's nine o' clock in the morning."
"So?"
"It's too early."
"Who cares? Go on, you've already eaten breakfast." he pleaded.
"No! You ask me this everyday..."
"And everyday you refuse me." he finished her sentence. "Do you have any idea of what that can do to a guy's self-esteem?"
"Oh shut up," she laughed and threw a dishcloth at him.
"Hey!"
"You asked for it!"
And that's when the fight began. Hermione screamed with laughter as Ron's fingers attacked her tickling her mercilessly around the middle.
"Stop it!" she managed to breathe though her stomach hurt from the giggling, "Okay, Okay. I give up. You win"
Ron stopped suddenly and stared at her worriedly forgetting his hands were still on her waist. "What's wrong? You never give up." The light conversation had suddenly turned heavy.
"I know but he's here."
"What back from that business trip already?"
"Yes. Hence the reason we shouldn't make too much noise. He's probably up by now." Both of them glanced up to the ceiling listening hard for any sounds of movement."
"Hermione, you shouldn't be afraid of your own father." His voice was full of concern.
"Step father. Why my mother married him I'll never know."
"You do know that I'm here if something happens don't you?"
"Yes I know. But I'll be fine its not like he's ever done anything to hurt me. Its just that..."
"He's evil"
"Yes," Hermione whispered. She looked at Ron and caught her breath when she saw the worry there. The friendship that had begun when her mother had still been alive had grown over many years until now she knew she cared deeply about him, as a friend. She'd overhead the rumours that they were courting but they were best friends and best friends don't fall in-
A knock at the door and heavy footsteps brought her out of her contemplation. She then realised that she had been staring at Ron for a while and quickly dropped her gaze to his arms that were still lightly resting on her hips. His eyes followed and he quickly stepped back breaking the contact. Hermione felt a blush begin at the base of her neck and Ron's ears became inflamed.
"You've got to go," she whispered, "you know he doesn't like you."
Ron looked as if he was going to say something but had thought better of it. Nodding his head slightly he left the back door throwing a lopsided grin and a "see you later" over his shoulder.
"Bye" she said to the empty room.
"Girls!" she heard a male voice call, "living room. Now."
Hermione sighed, turned and headed towards the voice. Preparing herself she went through to the living room.
Harry Potter and the Glass Slipper
Chapter 1- It's Too Early
On a thin worn bed lay a sleeping teenage girl. Frizzy curls that framed her face were swayed lightly by the light breaths from between her slightly parted lips. Peace hung in the small room like heavy curtains only to be yanked open by violent shouts.
"Hermione! Hermione! Where are you!" came an enraged call, "Breakfast was meant to be here ten minutes ago.... HERMIONE!"
Eventually the girl stirred, murmuring with discontent," Alright, alright." but the calls didn't stop, "Alright!" she yelled, "I'm coming!"
A shiver coursed through Hermione's body as her feet touched the cold stone floor. But she ignored it as she grabbed her dreary shawl to cover the threadbare nightgown she was wearing and headed for the kitchen.
Ten minutes and twice as many shouts later Hermione made her way up the stairs to the first floor of the modest townhouse.
"Good morning Pansy." Hermione said in a forced cheery voice.
"What took you so long I'm starving?" she admonished as Hermione passed one of the two trays she was carrying to the pretty girl resting in bed.
"You could always make your own breakfast you know"
"What, and break a nail? Go back to the grange cinders. The soot of that cellar is worth more than you"
"And the pig swill more than you"
"Impudent brat!"
"Selfish tart!" Hermione countered as she left her stepsister's bedroom and entered the one next to it.
"So you've already managed to annoy our sister", sighed a female again from a bed.
"More your sister than mine. You share blood whereas I, luckily, only share a piece of parchment."
"Just keep it down. You don't want to wake Father." Hermione handed over the second tray, "If he can sleep through you and Pansy screaming for breakfast he can sleep through anything." With that she left the room leaving Lavender to dig in to her rather comfortable breakfast.
After a quick visit to the well for some washing water and getting dressed for the day Hermione finally settled down to her own breakfast of one egg compared to her sister's three. However the uncommon quiet was soon disturbed by a light squeaking. Hermione looked down to see a familiar black haired mouse with startling green eyes staring at her.
"Hello my little friend," she spoke, "I'm going to have to think of a name for you if you keep turning up like this." She carried on thinking out loud, "Just like my own little pet you've turned up every day for the past month and dodge all of those lovely mouse traps I have to set."
She chuckled at his ingenuity. "I suppose I don't really mind. Although...I wonder why there's only one of you. I mean usually where there's one mouse ther-"
"Hi." She was rudely interrupted by a tall redheaded boy of around the same age as he came through the doorway unannounced, "You do realise that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness don't you?"
"And listening to you is the second. Lock me up now!" she laughed, suddenly her day was looking a whole lot better.
She'd known Ronald Weasley for most of her life. He was sweet and friendly but would do anything to wind her up. They were very close. He knew everything about her and she everything about him.
"Sweet?" he offered, tilting a paper bag towards her that was filled with assorted coloured sweets of blue, green and red.
"Ron. It's nine o' clock in the morning."
"So?"
"It's too early."
"Who cares? Go on, you've already eaten breakfast." he pleaded.
"No! You ask me this everyday..."
"And everyday you refuse me." he finished her sentence. "Do you have any idea of what that can do to a guy's self-esteem?"
"Oh shut up," she laughed and threw a dishcloth at him.
"Hey!"
"You asked for it!"
And that's when the fight began. Hermione screamed with laughter as Ron's fingers attacked her tickling her mercilessly around the middle.
"Stop it!" she managed to breathe though her stomach hurt from the giggling, "Okay, Okay. I give up. You win"
Ron stopped suddenly and stared at her worriedly forgetting his hands were still on her waist. "What's wrong? You never give up." The light conversation had suddenly turned heavy.
"I know but he's here."
"What back from that business trip already?"
"Yes. Hence the reason we shouldn't make too much noise. He's probably up by now." Both of them glanced up to the ceiling listening hard for any sounds of movement."
"Hermione, you shouldn't be afraid of your own father." His voice was full of concern.
"Step father. Why my mother married him I'll never know."
"You do know that I'm here if something happens don't you?"
"Yes I know. But I'll be fine its not like he's ever done anything to hurt me. Its just that..."
"He's evil"
"Yes," Hermione whispered. She looked at Ron and caught her breath when she saw the worry there. The friendship that had begun when her mother had still been alive had grown over many years until now she knew she cared deeply about him, as a friend. She'd overhead the rumours that they were courting but they were best friends and best friends don't fall in-
A knock at the door and heavy footsteps brought her out of her contemplation. She then realised that she had been staring at Ron for a while and quickly dropped her gaze to his arms that were still lightly resting on her hips. His eyes followed and he quickly stepped back breaking the contact. Hermione felt a blush begin at the base of her neck and Ron's ears became inflamed.
"You've got to go," she whispered, "you know he doesn't like you."
Ron looked as if he was going to say something but had thought better of it. Nodding his head slightly he left the back door throwing a lopsided grin and a "see you later" over his shoulder.
"Bye" she said to the empty room.
"Girls!" she heard a male voice call, "living room. Now."
Hermione sighed, turned and headed towards the voice. Preparing herself she went through to the living room.