To my dear readers:
Well, those of you who have anxiously been waiting for my return. HAH. Anyways, I'm sorry for the wait, and I'm a little late, but Happy Holidays to you all! So my last update was my birthday, and I'd like to thank those of you who left reviews or added me to your alert list. It gave me that pang of guilt needed to start. "Shit, I should probably continue." Anyways, here's chapter four and enjoy! I call this Resurrection.
"It's not too late, you know."
"Pardon?"
"It's not too late. You're still young, in prime breeding condition."
All this was coming from a tiny woman, about 1.5 meters, 4' 11" tall. Why she was saying this, I had no clue.
"All right. So what do I do?"
I have no idea how to react. After all, what DOES one say when confronted by a pygmy on my birthing status?
"Do? Darling, they should just come to you. After all, you are Hermione Granger. You're lovely, but let's be honest, you're a bit of a cold bitch when it comes to new men.
All I could do was gape. I AM NOT A COLD BITCH. I am perfectly capable of getting men.
"Oh, I'm sure you are, lovely, but really, you could have crowds of followers if you just worked your magic correctly!"
Again with the gaping. I had said nothing out loud.
And then to top it off: as if on cue, an absolute parade of men started marching towards me. Considering I had no clue where I was, there was nothing to do but run in any direction possible.
I could hear them getting closer.
"Hermione, I love you!"
"Hermione, marry me!"
"Hermione, I have a Ph.d!"
"Hermione! Hermione! Hermione!"
"WHAT?!"
Dark eyes floated above me. Am I dead? This must be how Harry feels. All. The. Time.
"Hermione, you fainted. You're at my house."
Oh damn. I vomited on Lee Jordan's shoes, and now I'm in his bed. Lucky, lucky me. Maybe I should go back to marching men dream.
Sitting up, all I could manage to say was the almost poetic, "Shit."
Lee chuckled. "Hermione, are you all right? You thumped your head pretty badly in the elevator. I figured levitating you here would be easier than trying to find your house."
"I'm fine. Really, Lee, thank you. I should probably be heading home now."
Nice of him not to mention the unfortunate vomiting incident.
"Oh, right. I should probably take care of these clothes."
SHIT.
"OH, DAMN. Let me take care of it. I'm so sorry!"
For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to take off his pants, so I could get them cleaned.
As is wont to happen in my life, a certain Holly Faraday walks in, right then.
Oh SHITSHITSHIT.
"Ah, sorry to interrupt. I see you have a guest. Hello Hermione."
"What are you doing here?"
"Don't worry, just dropping off the key. I see I should have left it under the doormat."
"Yes, you should have."
"All right. I can see I'm not wanted here. I'll show myself out."
Through this whole discussion, I was still attached to Lee's body. Bollocks. Great, big bloody, bollocks.
Not his.
"I should go."
"I'm sorry about her, Hermione. You know how she can be."
"Oh, no worries. Listen, send me your clothes, and I'll take care of them."
"All right. I'll be seeing you."
As I walked out of his apartment, all I could think was, "What. A. Disaster."
It was time to visit Draco and Blaise.
YES, sweet sweet lovin' in the next chap. I know this does NOT make up for the wait, but it's something? You know the drill. Read, review. Well, part one's done! And be brutal. It's better that way. As I'm sure you know
