FROM THE D TO AN M
Hi people, this is my first M-rated fanfic and I'm not sure if it's good. The idea came while I was in a 12-hour trip and I didn't have anything interesting to do. So here it is:
Chapter 1: Father's got a thingy
How could she? It was impossible! Utterly impossible! She had forgotten her clock! How could she, who loved to schedule and plan everything by the minute, forget such a valuable item! What was important enough to keep Hermione Granger from bringing her clock on this trip?
Well, the reason was rather obvious: Ron Weasley, the cutest, hottest, and most amazing boyfriend in the world. She had been daydreaming about him in the mountains, surrounded by a forest in the baggy clothes he used to wear, smiling and holding her close while showing her all those places of The Burrow she had never seen…
-You're turning red again honey. Sure you don't want to open the window?
Her mother's words quickly brought her out of daydream–land.
-Yes, I'm sure–she answered.
-I don't get why you are hot, I'm freezing.
-That's exactly why I can't open the window; you two may catch a cold.
Her mother mumbled something about what a thoughtful daughter they had, but Hermione had stopped listening. She was watching out the window trying to figure out where they were and how far they were from The Burrow.
-Let her suffer if she wants. Anyway, we will be there in less than an hour–this time, it was her father who interrupted her thoughts.
The fact that her father had just seemingly read her mind didn't disturb Hermione at all; he seemed to have the "ability" to figure out what Hermione was thinking rather easily, and she had gotten accustomed to it. Actually, what dominated Hermione's mind at the time, were nerves. She was nervous because she had not told her parents about her and Ron. She was nervous because she didn't know how her parents and the Weasleys would get along. But most of all, she was nervous because this was the first time she was going to see Ron since she went to Australia to track her parents down, almost a month ago. They had written to each other daily, but seeing each other was totally different. For example, she had to worry about how she looked...
Holy Crap! She had forgotten about that! Did she comb her hair? Did she put make up on? Did she went overboard with it again or did she keep it natural and fresh like Ron liked it? The window's reflection was too blurry, and she had apparently forgotten her mirror (damn Ron, why did he have to distract her so much?!).
-I need to go to the men's room, we should stop somewhere. And Hermione, you should remove some make up from your face, maybe that's what's making you sweat.
Oh No! That was a bad sign…
OK, it wasn't that bad, was it? Please let me now.