Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters and places involving Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling, but the plot and all else that is original is rightfully mine. Half Blood Prince took no part in this. I don't care, Dumbledore is NOT dead and Draco is NOT the bad guy!
Rating: Most likely mature in later parts.
Chapter 1 - The BeginningIf I ever feel better, remind me to spend some good time with you. You can give me your number, when it's all over I'll let you know...
The soft music played in the still dark chamber in the early morning on the Thursday of the 1st September 2005. The room was that of a young teenager, still sleeping soundly in her comfortable bed, squishing a teddy bear in her arms. She would soon be woken up by her alarm clock that her minx of a sister specially switched to an hour early. What the sister also did was, not only, turn the volume of the alarm clock up but also changed the ringtone. It was no more the nice, smooth bell choir music, but a freaking boat horn.
Exactly 5 minutes later, the teenager woke up with a start as she heard her mobile phone started to ring extremely loudly. She got up with a start and searched for the goddamed thing, still sleepy and not fully concious. She couldn't know right from left and, more importantly, couldn't figure out where the phone was ringing from. She checked under the bed, on the bedshelf, bookshelf, she even looked inside her wardrobe, but still no success. Finally, she looked above her bed, and there, above her head, was her mobile attacked with sticky tape to the bloody ceiling.
"Rilley!" she belowed and ran to her sister's room after finally switching off her alarm clock. "Rilley! Why the bloody hell did you do that?" she yelled as she shook her sister violently. The younger girl opened her eyes groaning. As she saw who was standing above her, she giggled and sat up on her bed.
"Well, Hermione," she said. "As for your question, the answer is that as your sister it is my job to make sure you wake up, so you won't by any chance miss your train to Hogwarts." She said the last word in a whisper as though there were spies waiting just around the corner, recording every word said.
"Okay, but explain to me," Hermione retored, "why it had to be a bloody horn??"
"Because m'dear, no bell choir was going to wake you up, especially since you went to sleep at 5 o'clock yesterday chatting with mystery guy on msn all day, right?" Riley said with a grin as Hermione just blushed a deep crimson and kept quiet. "So who is the guy anyway?" she asked, scooting over insisting that her older sister would tell her about the boy she had met over the internet during the summer.
"I don't really know Ry. For all I know, he could have lied about everything. I mean, I had to lie to him about most of details of my life. He also could have been a wizard and lied about everything he told me."
"Oh, puh-lease! That would be too much of a coicidence! Besides, wizards don't have computers or access to internet!" Riley said in her I-know-I-am-right-and-you're-not tone.
"For the last time Ry – I am a witch and I have a computer and access to the internet, right? I am not the only muggle-born witch in the world. There are other witches and wizards who have internet." Hermione said, and sighed. "Now, if you will excuse me, I will go and take a long bath, and then I have to pack my trunk." She got off from her sister's bed and walked to the doorway. "I hope I can count on you with help, right?" she said with a smile, and left.
Hermione walked throught the corridor and walked into her room, grabbing some light blue jeans, a black sleeveless shirt from her closet and some undergardments. She then went to her own bathroom where her sweet smeling perfume, shampoo, soap and under such things awaited her. She quickly stripped off from her pj's and started to fill up the bathtub. She checked the temperature of her water, adjusting it, whether it was too hot or too cold. She stood there naked and cold, eager to get into the warm water as fast as possible, and she then suddenly remembered something. She slipped a towel around her slim body and walked back into her room. She walked over casually to her desk, and as though it was the most normal thing she ever did, she took her laptop in her hand and walked back to the bathroom. Thank God I turned of age in July... Hermione thought to herself as she started her computer.
She then took out her wand, placed a silencing charm on the bathroom and also one on her computer, protecting it from any harm. She then went in the bathtub, which was already half-full of water, and rested her head against the side of it. It felt good. Just relaxing in hot water. She took some liquid soap in her palm and rubbed it against her wet body. After she had washed her whole body, she took some different type of soap– one that was meant for her face, to make it more delicate and destroy any flaws on her face. She then sinked in deeper in the water and put her head under running water to wash her uptil now dirty hair. After a few minutes she was all washed up and decided to turn on her computer. Perhaps Jon was still online... after all, school was going to begin for him too...
Hermione started her computer and a few seconds later, she connected herself to the internet (thank God for wireless!) and logged on msn and, to her joy, he was still there. The very second later a conversation window popped up:
Your An Idiot Says:
Greetings stranger! What are you up so early?
Hermione's heart just started beating faster, and grinned as she just wrote her own reply.
M. Says:
Jon, I beg you – use proper grammar please! Change your screen name!
Your An Idiot Says:
D'accord, d'accord mon cheri! Shall do...
Your Idiot Says:
Is this better? grins
Hermione grinned herself.
M. Says:
Much better m'dear.
Your Idiot Says:
Well, are you going to tell me what you're doing up at 6:40 am?
Hermione's face fell as she read the line.
M. Says:
6:40 am?? You've got to be kidding me! Ugh! The evil witch! She's so dead. Grrrr!
Your Idiot Says:
Who? Your darling sister? Nooo. But she's so sweet! Such a nice girl...
Your Idiot Says:
What she do this time?
Hermione giggled. Yes indeed. He was her idiot.
M. Says:
She changed my alarm ringtone into a freaking BOAT HORN, set it an hour early now I come to think of it, and sticked it to the ceiling!! While I, bear in mind was looking for it, not fully concious or awake because I went to sleep late.
M. Says:
...
M. Says:
That last bit was kindda because of YOU!
Your Idiot Says:
Yesss... But you still love me.
She blushed as he said-wrote- the words. It was true... Well... perhaps not love, but she did like him a lot. You can really tell how a person is just from their writing.
M. Says:
Yes. Sadly, that is true. p
She loved teasing him.
Your Idiot Says:
Hey!
Your Idiot Says:
So what are you doing? You still didn't really answer my question, mon cheri.
M. Says:
My, my... so curious are you mein schatje?
Your Idiot Says:
Yes. Now tell me. :
M. Says:
Welll... if you must know, I am taking a bath.
Your Idiot Says:
...
Your Idiot Says:
You know this is intriguing? What are you wearing? ;)
Hermione blushed. They'd always do this.
M. Says:
Umm... nothing.
Your Idiot Says:
Specially for me, right?
M. Says:
LOL! You sick perverted person! Yes, if you insist upon it! ;)
After a while Jon wrote another message
Your Idiot Says:
I want to meet you, you know.
She sighed. She wanted the same. But many things she told him were lies. Where she went to school, what she learned, what she could do, funny stories, what she wanted to do in the future... Even though she knew him, she couldn't tell him she was a witch, as much as she'd like to tell him the truth...
M. Says:
Some day, some day. Sooner or later, we will. :)
Your Idiot Says:
I'd rather it be sooner.
M. Says:
I know... but things are just complicated. With my boarding school, parents... they'd freak if they found out about you... I'm sorry, but I have to go. Oh, one more thing – I've figured out how to get my laptop to my school!! I'm so glad!
Your Idiot Says:
Right, because in your school you're also not allowed computers. So what did you do?
M. Says:
I wrote to my principal and said that I needed the computer at school because my parents insisted on me having one there – so I can still write to them, and write up my essays and research on it, so I wouldn't waste time... you know, the usual crap. :) Okay, but I have to go now. I'll be seeing you!
Your Idiot Says:
Alrighty.Au revoir mon cheri!
M. Says:
Toi aussi mon amour.
M. logged off.
Hermione sighed as she closed her computer. It was stupid. She was falling for some guy that she met over the internet... If only he was a wizard, or someone she knew many years and could tell them anything... but it sure felt like it. She felt as though she knew Jon for a lifetime. She knew his faults, his good sides... and he knew her. He knew she was imperfect, and she knew he also was imperfect.
Perfect people was what scared Hermione. She knew she wasn't good all over, even thought many people though her perfect. But she wasn't. Nobody really knew her. Not Harry, Ron... just Jon. Her two best friends though her perfect – smart, kind, generous... one that doesn't swear a lot. Pff! Yeah, right! Sometimes she even felt as though MALFOY knew her better than Harry and Ron. She and Jon fit. They both knew it. But sadly they could never be.
Hermione sighed and went out of the bathtub. "Okay. Time to pack the bags, make Riley make me breakfast and then chop her head off for waking me this early..." she told herself out loud.