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Stranger at My Door
By: Ragazza Doulce
"I'm going to miss you guys so much!" Hermione Granger exclaimed to her two best friends trapping them in a big hug. She pulled away and said sternly, "If you don't owl me, I'll have both your heads, you hear?" Ron Weasley and Harry Potter smiled and nodded. "Good."
Hermione put her arms around Ron's neck and kissed him. The kiss was the same as always: short, sweet, and full of love.
When they finished their sweet, short kiss, Hermione leaned into Ron's ear and whispered, "And if I hear any news about you replacing me with a certain red-headed fourth year I'm gonna kick your butt." Ron's ears turned pink and she laughed at him. She was just teasing him about his sister Ginny. Ron and Ginny had a special brother-sister bond that Hermione found absolutely adorable. And also an easy teasing target.
She stepped back and waved good-bye one last time and then ran to where her parents were waiting for her.
As soon as she got there she was engulfed in her father's giant bear hug.
"Daddy, stop, you're cutting off my air!" Hermione wheezed. Mr. Granger let go and held her at arms length.
"I can't believe how much you've grown!" he said, then he gave her another bone cracking hug.
Once her father stopped choking her she went over to her mother and hugged her tightly. It was good to see her parents again.
~
The whole ride home her parents buzzed on about everything that happened since she'd left for school. Hermione stared out the window pretending to listen but actually daydreaming about everything that happened since Ron had asked her out. The kisses they'd shared, the engrossing conversations they'd had, and don't forget the trouble they'd gotten into.
But she'd snapped out of it after her mom said, "Oh, honey, I hope you don't mind but we invited a transfer student to stay at our house."
"Student of what?" Hermione asked, "It's summer, there's no school."
"Yes, well that's what I had said but it so happens that this boy had come from a very poor family. His parents wanted to get him out of their country due to a war on the brink of breaking out. So I volunteered us to take care of him. I thought it might be a nice learning experience for you Hermione."
"Oh," was all she could say. There were so many Hermione-like questions going through her head like: How did they know he wasn't a psycho? A murderer? A lunatic? How did they know it wasn't some sort of scam? Where would he sleep? How could they afford it?
Then there were other questions like: How old was he? Was he hot? Would he like her? And.Where would he sleep? Those questions, however, were quickly put a stop to as Hermione reminded herself about Ron. Ron's my boyfriend now. I love him and respect him. I will not cheat on him. These words would be spoken later. to some besides herself.
Hermione sighed and went back to staring out the window.
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"May!" A voice screamed before the car even hit the driveway. Hermione turned to see her best friend from the muggle world.
"Brandee!" Hermione yelled back. She hadn't seen Brandee in so long she almost forgot what she'd looked like. Hermione took in her friend's appearance as she jumped out of the still moving car.
Brandee had her brown hair in many tiny braids which had been pulled up in a sloppy half up-half down style. Her chocolate colored skin went well with her powder blue sweater and skirt she was wearing. The look was complete with her cream knee socks, cool shoes, and glasses.
Hermione ran over to her and gave her a hug.
"You can't believe how much I've missed you, May!" Brandee said. May was Hermione's middle name. She insisted everyone call her by that here in the muggle world. Well, all except her parents.
"Like wise!" was Hermione's answer.
"Wow, you sure have changed!" her friend noted surprised, "But I say it's definitely for the better!" Hermione smiled and blushed. Her previously walnut frizzy hair was now an auburn color framing her face- no frizz.
"Yeah, I guess I have. Maybe my biggest mistake turned out to be the greatest thing that could happen to me!" Brandee look a little confused, "I let these two girls Lavender and Parvati give me a make-over. It was rather much like hell sitting there helpless as they chopped off my hair and chattered about boys, make-up, boys, oh yeah, and boys." Hermione shuttered for a dramatic effect before something caught her eye behind Brandee. "Is it-? It can't be- LAMAR!" she yelled and ran toward him. She threw her arms around her neck and he spun her around hugging her.
Lamar was Brandee's older brother. "Is that May?" He asked looking at her. "Is that my little May flower?"
Hermione smiled brightly at him. "Have you grown or what!"
"She's home for the summer, Lamar," Brandee come up behind Hermione, "The WHOLE summer!"
The three of them talked and laughed until they had to go in to eat dinner.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
At dinner.
"The transfer student will be here in about an hour, so Hermione, do you think you can go get your room ready?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"Ready for what?" Hermione wanted to know.
"For the boy of course!"
"He's sleeping in my room?!" She couldn't believe this! If he was sleeping in her room-
"Where will I sleep?"
"Either you share the room- God knows it's big enough- or you sleep on the couch. You pick," Mr. Granger was still grumpy about Hermione jumping out of the car.
"I'll sleep in my room I suppose, then," Hermione mumbled. She did not want to sleep in the same room as a serial killer, though. And there was only one bed! Where did they expect the other person shall sleep?
"You didn't have to jump out of the car you know," Mr. Granger said out of nowhere. Hermione was a little taken back and didn't answer right away. He took this as an opportunity to continue, "You could have just waited until I stopped the car."
"Sorry," Hermione said, not sounding very sorry at all, "I didn't think it mattered that much."
"I don't think you thought at all! Do you ever? And if you do, it's of nothing but yourself! I didn't raise you to be the spoiled little brat you're acting like!" Mr. Granger yelled. His face was rather flushed with anger and he was gripping his utensils tight. With tears in her eyes she got up from the table and ran to her room.
"You didn't have to yell at her like that, you know," Mrs. Granger told him softly, afraid he might explode again.
To her relief he just ran his hands over his face and said, "I know." But then he continued, "But someday she has to realize that the world doesn't revolve around her. She only thinks about herself!"
"No," Mrs. Granger whispered firmly, "You're only thinking of yourself." She threw down her napkin and left the table. Things weren't going too well in the Granger residence.
In Hermione's room..
Hermione ran into her room trying her hardest to hold back her tears. She only thought about herself? Everything she ever did was for them! Her grades.her whole life was spent trying to get them to approve!
Hermione slammed the door to her room trying to get all her emotions out in that slam. All it achieved was making a very loud noise and cracking the door frame. Seeing as that didn't work she just threw herself on her bed and cried. Cried until the doorbell rang. At that point her father was still at the kitchen table, her mother was nowhere to be found and Hermione was red-faced and puffy eyed.
"Hermione!" her father called up the stairs in a cold voice. "Get down here and answer the door!" Her first instinct was to yell 'No!' but common sense kicked in and she quickly ran to the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water hoping it would make it less obvious that she'd just cried her heart out. She looked into the mirror. Not the best, but it would have to do, she thought as her father called her again, with anger and impatience in his voice.
Hermione ran down the stairs and opened the door. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. This couldn't be.this was impossible.this was her worst nightmare.
This was Draco Malfoy.
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A/N- So how was it? Did you like it? Did it make sense? Please review and let me know how I'm doing!
Stranger at My Door
By: Ragazza Doulce
"I'm going to miss you guys so much!" Hermione Granger exclaimed to her two best friends trapping them in a big hug. She pulled away and said sternly, "If you don't owl me, I'll have both your heads, you hear?" Ron Weasley and Harry Potter smiled and nodded. "Good."
Hermione put her arms around Ron's neck and kissed him. The kiss was the same as always: short, sweet, and full of love.
When they finished their sweet, short kiss, Hermione leaned into Ron's ear and whispered, "And if I hear any news about you replacing me with a certain red-headed fourth year I'm gonna kick your butt." Ron's ears turned pink and she laughed at him. She was just teasing him about his sister Ginny. Ron and Ginny had a special brother-sister bond that Hermione found absolutely adorable. And also an easy teasing target.
She stepped back and waved good-bye one last time and then ran to where her parents were waiting for her.
As soon as she got there she was engulfed in her father's giant bear hug.
"Daddy, stop, you're cutting off my air!" Hermione wheezed. Mr. Granger let go and held her at arms length.
"I can't believe how much you've grown!" he said, then he gave her another bone cracking hug.
Once her father stopped choking her she went over to her mother and hugged her tightly. It was good to see her parents again.
~
The whole ride home her parents buzzed on about everything that happened since she'd left for school. Hermione stared out the window pretending to listen but actually daydreaming about everything that happened since Ron had asked her out. The kisses they'd shared, the engrossing conversations they'd had, and don't forget the trouble they'd gotten into.
But she'd snapped out of it after her mom said, "Oh, honey, I hope you don't mind but we invited a transfer student to stay at our house."
"Student of what?" Hermione asked, "It's summer, there's no school."
"Yes, well that's what I had said but it so happens that this boy had come from a very poor family. His parents wanted to get him out of their country due to a war on the brink of breaking out. So I volunteered us to take care of him. I thought it might be a nice learning experience for you Hermione."
"Oh," was all she could say. There were so many Hermione-like questions going through her head like: How did they know he wasn't a psycho? A murderer? A lunatic? How did they know it wasn't some sort of scam? Where would he sleep? How could they afford it?
Then there were other questions like: How old was he? Was he hot? Would he like her? And.Where would he sleep? Those questions, however, were quickly put a stop to as Hermione reminded herself about Ron. Ron's my boyfriend now. I love him and respect him. I will not cheat on him. These words would be spoken later. to some besides herself.
Hermione sighed and went back to staring out the window.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"May!" A voice screamed before the car even hit the driveway. Hermione turned to see her best friend from the muggle world.
"Brandee!" Hermione yelled back. She hadn't seen Brandee in so long she almost forgot what she'd looked like. Hermione took in her friend's appearance as she jumped out of the still moving car.
Brandee had her brown hair in many tiny braids which had been pulled up in a sloppy half up-half down style. Her chocolate colored skin went well with her powder blue sweater and skirt she was wearing. The look was complete with her cream knee socks, cool shoes, and glasses.
Hermione ran over to her and gave her a hug.
"You can't believe how much I've missed you, May!" Brandee said. May was Hermione's middle name. She insisted everyone call her by that here in the muggle world. Well, all except her parents.
"Like wise!" was Hermione's answer.
"Wow, you sure have changed!" her friend noted surprised, "But I say it's definitely for the better!" Hermione smiled and blushed. Her previously walnut frizzy hair was now an auburn color framing her face- no frizz.
"Yeah, I guess I have. Maybe my biggest mistake turned out to be the greatest thing that could happen to me!" Brandee look a little confused, "I let these two girls Lavender and Parvati give me a make-over. It was rather much like hell sitting there helpless as they chopped off my hair and chattered about boys, make-up, boys, oh yeah, and boys." Hermione shuttered for a dramatic effect before something caught her eye behind Brandee. "Is it-? It can't be- LAMAR!" she yelled and ran toward him. She threw her arms around her neck and he spun her around hugging her.
Lamar was Brandee's older brother. "Is that May?" He asked looking at her. "Is that my little May flower?"
Hermione smiled brightly at him. "Have you grown or what!"
"She's home for the summer, Lamar," Brandee come up behind Hermione, "The WHOLE summer!"
The three of them talked and laughed until they had to go in to eat dinner.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
At dinner.
"The transfer student will be here in about an hour, so Hermione, do you think you can go get your room ready?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"Ready for what?" Hermione wanted to know.
"For the boy of course!"
"He's sleeping in my room?!" She couldn't believe this! If he was sleeping in her room-
"Where will I sleep?"
"Either you share the room- God knows it's big enough- or you sleep on the couch. You pick," Mr. Granger was still grumpy about Hermione jumping out of the car.
"I'll sleep in my room I suppose, then," Hermione mumbled. She did not want to sleep in the same room as a serial killer, though. And there was only one bed! Where did they expect the other person shall sleep?
"You didn't have to jump out of the car you know," Mr. Granger said out of nowhere. Hermione was a little taken back and didn't answer right away. He took this as an opportunity to continue, "You could have just waited until I stopped the car."
"Sorry," Hermione said, not sounding very sorry at all, "I didn't think it mattered that much."
"I don't think you thought at all! Do you ever? And if you do, it's of nothing but yourself! I didn't raise you to be the spoiled little brat you're acting like!" Mr. Granger yelled. His face was rather flushed with anger and he was gripping his utensils tight. With tears in her eyes she got up from the table and ran to her room.
"You didn't have to yell at her like that, you know," Mrs. Granger told him softly, afraid he might explode again.
To her relief he just ran his hands over his face and said, "I know." But then he continued, "But someday she has to realize that the world doesn't revolve around her. She only thinks about herself!"
"No," Mrs. Granger whispered firmly, "You're only thinking of yourself." She threw down her napkin and left the table. Things weren't going too well in the Granger residence.
In Hermione's room..
Hermione ran into her room trying her hardest to hold back her tears. She only thought about herself? Everything she ever did was for them! Her grades.her whole life was spent trying to get them to approve!
Hermione slammed the door to her room trying to get all her emotions out in that slam. All it achieved was making a very loud noise and cracking the door frame. Seeing as that didn't work she just threw herself on her bed and cried. Cried until the doorbell rang. At that point her father was still at the kitchen table, her mother was nowhere to be found and Hermione was red-faced and puffy eyed.
"Hermione!" her father called up the stairs in a cold voice. "Get down here and answer the door!" Her first instinct was to yell 'No!' but common sense kicked in and she quickly ran to the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water hoping it would make it less obvious that she'd just cried her heart out. She looked into the mirror. Not the best, but it would have to do, she thought as her father called her again, with anger and impatience in his voice.
Hermione ran down the stairs and opened the door. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. This couldn't be.this was impossible.this was her worst nightmare.
This was Draco Malfoy.
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A/N- So how was it? Did you like it? Did it make sense? Please review and let me know how I'm doing!