I own none of the characters from Harry Potter, the settings or anything of the sort. All celebrities mentioned are in jest and not meant to infringe upon anyone.



"Bring!" rang Hermione Granger's alarm clock. "Euooghhh, is it really eight o'clock already?" she mumbled. A quick glance at the clock answered her question. She sat up, and rubbed her eyes… groggily she wandered into her bathroom and washed her face, brushed hr teeth, and fixed her hair. Hermione then went back into her room and threw on a pair of jeans and a comfy white tee shirt.
Today was her last day helping out with a children's painting class at the Art Museum. Hermione thundered down the stairs as she had for the last 16 years or so, and fixed herself a bagel and poured herself a glass of orange juice. Her parents were already seated, her Father reading the Daily Mirror and her Mum guiltily flipping through he latest Hello! magazine. Deny it as she might, all three members of the little Granger family knew that it was her guilty pleasure. "So what's new with the Celebrities, Mum?" Hermione asked. "What, erm…" Mrs. Granger cleared her throat. "Erm…" "Oh do spit it out Mum, or shall I be forced to steal that mag from you?" Hermione joked. Mrs. Granger blushed, and then replied, "Oh, well it looks as though that George Clooney chap has found himself a new bird, one of those Chanel models, and Demi Moore's Daughter's friend was trying to get comfy with dear Ashton, you really should see his face!" "Sounds fascinating Mum, and what's new with Becks Da?" Her father chuckled, "It looks as though Posh has gotten rather tired of Madrid and is coming to London for a week of "Proper" shopping." Hermione snorted, "She's right you know, nothing can compare with the shops here!" They continued their discussion on the news and gossip until Hermione finished her breakfast and rose to rinse off her dishes and put them in the washer.
"Well I'm headed off, see you guys later!" she shouted while heading out the door. Hermione walked down to the nearest Tube station, and hopped on the train. She sat down and let her thoughts drift off past the moving scenery, and onto her friends. She thought of Harry, who was leaving the Dursley's for the Burrow on that same day. Thoughts of the Burrow led to thoughts of Ron, she wondered why he still wouldn't make a move, and she also hoped he had improved his skills as Keeper over the last two months! Gryffindor had won the Quiddich Cup in the pervious year, but not without a considerable amount of luck. She was looking forward to going to going to the Burrow in the next few days, but she would miss her parents and as would they. From the time she was little they had given her a lot more freedom than most parents did, and she was very thankful for that, it had given her many opportunities, including their consent to let her go to Hogwarts! Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a monotone voice announcing her stop.
She lept up not a moment too soon, and ran towards the doors just as the last person was exiting. Right as she was going through the doors they squeezed her between them. Great she thought, hopefully the day would get a bit better than this…ut oh she wouldn't want to be late to boot! She took off down the street running towards the museum, and managed to get there with one minute to spare. The other helper, Becky wasn't there yet, Mrs. Jones, the instructor was finishing up a class, and mothers were already arriving with their tots, so Hermione threw the sign-in sheet on the counter and then helped Mrs. Jones wrap up her latest class.
Right as they had gotten the children seated Becky came strolling in. Hermione sometimes thought the classes would have run more smoothly without Becky. In the first week of the class when the class, instructor, and helpers were getting to know each other, Hermione had found out that Becky wasn't there on her own accord. Her parents had made her do some community service, thinking it would do her some good. As far as Hermione could tell, the only things Becky had improved on while "helping out" were her gum chewing abilities. No matter how many times Mrs. Jones had asked her to not, Becky was always chewing gum and popping bubbles throughout the class, which could be quite disrupting, as she seemed to have a special talent for interrupting Mrs. Jones with a loudly popped bubble, and making the little kids "wanna a piece of gum!"
Since today was the last day of class, Mrs. Jones had decided to let the class use sponge painting and finger painting, and lots of glitter paint, (their favorites) to paint their favorite animals. Becky was setting out the paper plates with different paints on them, and Hermione the sponges with little clothespins sticking out of them, and paper. Mrs. Jones was at the front of the room reminding the kids of the different skills they had learned from the class, and to use them while working on their paintings. The kids attacked the supplies with great gusto, and soon there were many "animals" starting to take shape. Hermione was looking at a few of their paintings and thought that many could one day be great modern art painters. She chuckled at this thought, and then went to get Geoffrey Polkiss to quit picking on Adian Abercrombie, and to help Adian with his painting.
Hermione was helping Adian with the mane of his lion when Geoffrey flung his hand up with a question for Mrs. Jones, and Becky was holding one of the paint plates rather low while popping a bubble, and the plate went flying straight into Hermione. When she opened her eyes she could feel a rather large blob of paint on her chest, some on her face and in her hair, and all over her. "Hermione! I'll help you!" little Adian squeaked, and ran to the bathroom to get some paper towels. Thank goodness the kids were wearing smocks, imagine if it had been a kid, she thought… Just last week Laura Smith had gotten paint all over herself He was back in record time and handed them to Hermione, and she used them to wipe some of it off. "Thanks Adian," she said, and then headed to the bathroom to get some more paper towels and use the mirror to see how bad it was. So much for the day getting better…
A few minutes later, Hermione made her way back to the class thinking it was a good thing all the kids were wearing smocks, imagine if it had been a kid, she thought… Just last week Laura Wilkins had refused a smock and gotten paint all over herself, and her mother had been a terror! After seeing how mad Mrs. Wilkins was all of the kids seemed to be big fans of smocks. Hermione then put on a smock and went around adding more paint to the plates and helping a few more kids. At the end of the class she went up to Adian and thanked him for his help, and told his mother what a nice student he had been, and asked if she could give him some of gum. His mum smiled warmly at Hermione and agreed, and while the other kids weren't looking Hermione gave him a pack of Wrigley's. He turned to his brother who looked to be about 12, and said, "Look what Hermione gave me Euan!" Hermione grinned and told Adian she hoped to see him the next summer.
After all the kids had left and the classroom had been cleaned Mrs. Jones came up to the girls and thanked them for all their help, asked them to come back the next year (Hermione said she thought she would, Becky mumbled something inaudible). Hermione then headed back to the Tube station, and boarded a train.
She sat down, and looked around her. The compartment didn't have many people on it. Down at the end of the train there was an old lady who suddenly started knitting when she realized Hermione was looking at her. Hermione looked at what the lady was making and it looked like a sweater with a rather large cat on the front. She saw a woman in a pantsuit that looked as though it was rather uncomfortable, as she kept on tugging at the collar. There was a girl with dreadlocks head banging while listening to diskman. There was also a lanky but rather handsome boy in the seat across from her.
He looked at her, and started to laugh. "You think my outfit's funny do you?" Hermione mused. "That I do, and who wouldn't?" he cheerily replied. "Madonna?" she suggested. The boy suddenly looked puzzled, but then said "Perhaps." "Speaking of Madonna, what types of music do you like to listen to?" she asked, trying to keep the conversation going. He replied with, "All sorts, what about you?" Hermione told him that she also liked all sorts, but was rather fond of the Weird Sisters. She then realized they were a group of the Wizarding world, and clapped her hand over her mouth. She quickly said, "They are just starting to be famous so you probably haven't heard of them!" But before she knew it the boy exclaimed, "I love them! But I haven't been able to see one of their live performances for two years!" Hermione was amazed, she didn't know they did muggle shows too, and they must be really talented to play muggle instruments as well as their normal instruments.
"By the way what's your name?" the boy asked. "I was thinking we might meet up and do something later?" "Sure! And the name's Hermione Granger, what's yours?" She noticed the boy's expression become one of surprise, and then saw his expression become a mixture of a child being forced to eat all his vegetables, and that of dissapointment. "Oh, erm nice to meet you Her.. moine, my name's erm, Rodolphus Black." Right after he finished his sentence, the monotone voice was back, announcing her stop. "Here's my stop." they both said in unison, then blushed and headed towards the door. The boy told her, "It was nice talking to you… Hermione gotta go. Bye!" With that, he started to briskly walk down the street until she couldn't see him anymore.