Oh gods. Has it really been that long? So, so sorry y'all! I know I'm promising more, and most certainly not delivering, but I'm spending the majority of my time out in the fields. My family owns a relatively large farm, and my dad is demanding I learn the trade this summer. So, that's what I'm doing; picking blackberries and sorting tomatoes. I'm thinking about starting a blog on it, incase you'd want to check it out. More on that later!
The second half of this is made into a songfic to One of the Boys, by Katy Perry. Plus, let me know if you like the first person thing. I'm experimenting. So, let me know if you like! If not, okay! Tell me what I can fix!
Oh, and the italicized stuff is texting.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series, as always, belong to JK Rowling, and the song One of the Boys belongs to Katy Perry.

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"Honestly? You seriously think that's going to work?"
"What?"
"She's nymph smart one. And you, Misour, are no son of Aphrodite."
"Wow, thanks Granger. You're kind."
"Just being realistic."
"Don't you have something to do?"
"Nope! You're stuck me with me all day!"
Jake rolls his eyes and gives me a halfhearted rude hand gesture.
"Love you too!"

I dangle my fingers into the water and sigh. The two of us are relaxing at the beach on the shore of the Long Island Sound.
Jake lets out a low groan.
"Why do all nymphs have to be so damn hot?"
"Uh, they're not that hot. Bro-ski, you haven't even seen the best of them. Greeks are infamous for their gorgeous women."
"No. It's not like they have a goddess of sensuality or anything."
"You're too sarcastic."

"Ha."
"See? There you go again. Dude, it's a huge no-no in stalking."
"Stalking?" His left eyebrow goes up and a small smirk hits his face.
"Yeah; what we're doing right know. Scoping out your potential love interests."
"My dear, this is not stalking. This people watching."
"Exactly what I just said; stalking."
"There is no getting through to you is there?"
"Nope. I'm a lost cause."
He chuckles.
"Only naturally. After all-"

BUZZ
My cell phone vibrates.
"Hold up." I hold up a 'One-Moment" finger, and open the new text.

Hey Danger Granger. What's up?

Jake glances over my shoulder.
"Who's it from?"
"My best friend in the wizarding world; Ginny Weasley. I finally taught her how to use a phone, and ever since she's been in love."
He sits back. "Ah, another one."
I raise an eyebrow at him. "Another one?"

"Another one of your hot, naive, English friends. They're awesome. Tell her I said that."
"She's not gonna hook up with you."
"Really? That's you said about-"
"NO! STAY AWAY! OR I WILL HIT YOU WITH MY SHOE!"
"Gods, chill Granger! Just kidding. Just kidding!" He holds up his hands.
"Uh-huh." I return to my text.

Gas prices. What about u?

"She nice?"
"Awesome."
"Cool."
"Yeah; she's like the only person in the world who doesn't think I'm a freak."
"Aww, Hermione! I don't think you're a freak! Unless you mean a freak of nature, in which case, hell yeah!"
My phone buzzes again.

Nothin much. Except, u kno, missing u! Hey, I need your help!

With what?

"Hold on, is she the sister of your bitchy friend?"
"Well, yes, but I think I may have overreacted."
"Really? Didn't sound that way to me."
BUZZ

Having an awesome summer! I am sooooo bored.

Seriously? Cuz u've been texting me non-stop about all the cool stuff you and Ron've been doing.

I turn to him.
"Yes, but haven't we decided you don't like any of my friends?"
"You have bad taste."
"Jake, think about what you just said for a while."
Comprehension dawns on his face. "Except for me."
BUZZ

Yeah, but that was just to make u jealous. Btw, Ron misses you as much as I do. He says to ask if you're going to Bulgaria this summer.

I roll my eyes.

No. But I'm glad he misses me. I miss him too.

"Jake, I really don't think you're the exception. You're a horrible person."
"LIES! I AM NOT A PERSON! I AM A SAYTR!"
"Fine. Horrible saytr."
BUZZ


In his defense, he's just being overprotective. So, can u come, say next week? Or... Uh, u kno, 2morro? :/

*sighs* Y not. I'm sure I can make it back 2 England.

"YOU'RE HEADING BACK TOMORROW?" Jake's eyes are as round as dinner plates.
"Yes. I have a balancing act between the 2 worlds."
"Bitch."
My eyebrows shoot up. "I could always leave today..."
He glares ferociously at me. "I hate you."
"No, you don't. You appreciate my company."
BUZZ

AWESOME! I'L TELL MOM AND RON! THEY'L BE EXTATIC!

Gr8 Gin. C u late 2morro.

"What time r u leaving?"
"Late."
"I'm still pissed."
"We can text all year."
"But then people will think we're dating!"
"You have a better option?"
BUZZ

C u then! :)

C u then

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My eyes snap open and I sit up. Old wooden walls, dusty shelves, a homey feeling... I'm at the Burrow. That's right; I arrived last night, at some ungodly hour. Uggh. I glance over at the clock to see 5:45. Stupid Jett lag. I get out of bed and smile. Ginny is sleeping next to me, barely moving. I really did miss this. I make my way to the wooden door, and quietly head down the hall to the bathroom, clothes in hand. I try not to make sound; waking people up means questions about my summer.

I saw a spider, I didn't scream
'Cause I can belch the alphabet, just double dog dare me

And as embarrassing as it is, I still haven't told them. I prefer living a double life. It's so much easier. But I've seen enough Dora episodes to know it'll eventually blow up in my face. Until then, though, I'm happy the way I am. I reach the bathroom and close the door behind me. I yank on my jean cutoffs, and- there, on the counter, is a freaking spider! Do not scream, do not scream... Whoo. I let out a breath of air as it disappeared in a drawer. Ever since Annabeth and I became friends, the little buggers have had it out for me.

And I chose guitar over ballet
And I'd take these suckers down 'cause they just get in my way

I hop out of the bathroom and slip downstairs. I smile at the cluttered living room. Perfectly unperfect. I wouldn't have it any other way. I take up residence in my favorite chair, and pull out my book. Lolita. A classic tragedy, disturbing on every possible level. But still, most certainly worth it. I stand, finished with the disturbances of the human mind. I make my way outside, planning on doing nothing for the entire day. All of a sudden, I hear the screen door open behind me.

The way you look at me
Is kinda like a little sister

"Hey Hermione! What's up munchkin?"
Ron comes running out of the house and yanks me into a huge embrace.
"Hey Ron." I squeak, my lungs and other essential inner organs being crushed.
He gained at least a few inches and- wow, was he always that attractive? For some reason his sapphire blue eyes seem almost- No! I scream at myself. He is your friend. That is all! End of discussion! MOVING ON!
"Sorry I didn't greet you last night, I was dead on my feet at 11! How was your summer?" he grins at me.
"Good. I made some new friends." I smile at the thought of my ever loyal, ever annoying Saytr buddy.

You high five your goodbyes
And it leaves me nothing but blisters

"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow and winks. "Just friends?"
"Shut it." I say, half giggling and shoving him gently.
"Hermione- is it possible you somehow got smaller?" He picks me up and swings me around. I open my mouth in mock distress.
"No, I did not! Meanie pants!"
He stares at me for moment, then bursts out laughing.
"Did you just say 'Meanie pants'?"
"Yes, because that what you are!" I stick my tongue out at him. "A big meanie pants!"
"Oh, God, I love you Hermione! High five for being awesome!"

So I don't wanna be one of the boys, one of your guys
Just give me a chance to prove to you tonight

He starts to jog ahead of me towards a small shed off the side of the house.
"Come on bro! I have something I want to show you."
Bro. Eternally bro. I sigh. There's no helping it. I'm falling for my best friend.
"Coming!" I call. I jog up next to him.
He goes inside and retrieves a broom. He plunks down on it.
"Come on."
"Uh, you don't expect me to get on that death machine, do you?"
"We won't fly too high."
I sigh and sit behind him. "Fine. But only this onc- AHHHHH!"
I'm cut off but our much too fast shot into the air.
"How was YOUR summer?" I yell to him, trying to get over the waves of fear running through me.
"Pretty good. Ginny was constantly talking about you. I think you might just be the new Harry. She's in love with you."
I roll my eyes. "I think you're getting her mixed up with someone else."

That I just wanna be one of the girls
Pretty in pearls and not one of the boys

"That is entirely possible. A 'new friend'-"
"I SAID SHUT IT!"
"-Or a dark hair, dark skinned foreigner. Or maybe even someone else!"
"Sure, whatever you say." I roll my eyes.
"Just from my perspective."
We touch down to the earth, and I have to say, I've never been happier to feel mud on my boots.
"So what was that thing you wanted to show me? That thing so important you had to tare me away from my most loyal fan, your sister?"
"Just over this ridge-" He stops at a 4ft stream and turns around. He looks between me and it.
"What?" I cock my head at him.
Ron steps in the middle and gives me his hand, then lets go on the other side.
"Uh, what're you doing?"
"Helping you. You are a girl, you know."
"It's taken you long enough to notice." I grumble.

So over the summer something changed
I started reading Seventeen and shaving my legs

We've reached the top of hill which empties out on a beach.
"Ron, wha-"
"Turn around."
We turn, and my jaw might as well have hit the sand. Behind us are cliffs as white as the inside of a vanilla Charleston Chew*. As small gap between them shows the mini-valley in which we had been walking.
"Ho- how did you find this place?"
"Through expert means of getting lost. These are the edges of the Cliffs of Dover."
"And your family never knew this was here?"
We start to walk down the beach.
"Hey, I'm an expert at getting lost. I was chasing down a stray Quaffle, when I flew over. Tell me you don't love it."
"Ron, it- they're- stunning!"
"As it turns, my family actually owns this."
"Seriously?"
"Yup."
"It looks like something you'd see in a photo shoot for Cosmo."

And I studied Lolita religiously
And I walked right into school and caught you staring at me

"What?"
"Uh, muggle magazine."
"I didn't know Hermione Granger read anything but Non-fiction!"
"Ha. Actually, there's this really good new book I've been reading-" I wait for him to interrupt before continuing. "Called Lolita. It's really good- Why aren't you interrupting me?"
"Cuz you like books. You listen to me talk about Quidditch all the time. You deserve to be able to gab."
"Last year, you would never have said that. Ever."
"Yeah, I've determined last year I was a slimy git."
"What helped you figure that out?"
"I love how you say 'figure out'." He giggles- no, manly chuckles. "Maybe how Fred and George told me so. Or Cedric's death. Or even getting rid of that godforsaken haircut."
I giggle. "It was pretty bad."
"But what I really think did it was you coming here instead of Bulgaria."

'Cause I know what you know
But now you're gonna have to take a number

"Aww! Thanks Ron! You're a great friend!
He grins. "What else could you expect?"
"Don't make me answer that question."
"You ready to head back?" He holds up the broom I didn't realize he was carrying.
"Sure. But it's so beautiful here- it make me never want to leave."
"I know. It's stunning. But Mum'll start to worry."
"Alright."
We reassume our previous positions on the broom, me holding onto him for dear life. We fly up again, a little slower to avoid hitting the cliffs. I glance down again and remember what mad made me love England, and, in turn, Hogwarts.

It's okay, maybe one day
But not until you give me my diamond ring

We land directly outside of the huge house, with it's tall, Pisa like stance.
"I don't think I ever told you this, but I love your house." I say, as we put away the broom.
"Yeah; it's not much, but it sure as hell beats any 'Malfoy-manor like' place."
"True. Who was the architect?" My mind wanders back to Annabeth's thousands of questions after I'd shown her pictures.
"Uh, I have no idea." I can't help but smile at the confounded look on his face. "But it was most likely one of my ancestors. This place- this land- has been in Weasley family hands for generations. We actually used to be one of the most powerful pure-blood family's in northern Europe."
"Really? Then what happened?"
"We stopped being jack-asses and realized just how much muggles had to offer."
We start to walk back, but not fast enough for us to get there in reasonable time.
"I should reprimand you for language, but I find that politically correct."
"Ah, you would."
"What else could you expect?"

'Cause I don't wanna be one of the boys, one of your guys
Just give me a chance to prove to you tonight

"Nothing, nothing. So, how do you think Harry is?"
"I don't know... ever since Dumbledore said not to say anything to him... Well, I feel like a really bad friend."
"I know. I've never kept anything this big from him."
"And every time he sends a letter-"
"And you can't answer, you feel-"
"Like a little part of you just died."
"Yeah... You know, without him, we would never have become friends."
"Strange isn't it? To think about?"
"Granger, I haven't had a conversation this emotional since the Chudley Cannons lost."
"Granger?"
"Yup; that's your new nickname."
"I'm not sure if I should be flattered or offended. I thought we just got away from the 'You're a girl?' thing."
"But, you know, Granger's cool. Like a jersey!"
I sigh and groan inwardly. Always has to relate back to sports.

That I just wanna be your homecoming queen
Pin-up poster dream, not one of the boys

"Ron, have you ever tried muggle sports?"
"Nope. Why?"
"They're actually really fun."
"HERMIONE GRANGER? Likes SPORTS?"
"SHUT IT!" But before I can even finish we're laughing.
"Maybe you could teach me some sometime."
"Well, I can teach you American Football, Volleyball, or Lacrosse. But all in all I'm better at Polo and Marksmanship."
"I have no idea what you just said."
"Here- does your dad have any egg shaped balls?"
Ron bursts out laughing.
"Oh grow up!" But I find myself giggling slightly. "I mean does he have any balls that you play with- oh, I give up!"
"Yeah, you probably should!"

I wanna be a flower, not a dirty weed
I wanna smell like roses, not a baseball team

"You're so immature."
"That's okay with me. In fact I- I own that! I'lll shout it to the world- This girl right here says I'm immature!"
"Oh, Gods, you're even more embarrassing!"
"You wouldn't adore me if I wasn't?"
I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow. "Who says I adore you?"
"You just did."
"Ron- Ronald Billius Weasley, did you just outsmart me?"
"Oh, yes I did. Yes, I did." He grins and steps ahead of me. Then he stops.
"You-" He steps backwards s he's parallel to me and sniffs. "You smell like roses and strawberries! I thought it was just the summertime air, but it's you!"

And I swear maybe one day
You're gonna wanna make out, make out, make out with me
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be, don't wanna be

"What?"
"You smell like strawberries! And roses! How come I've never noticed this before?"
"I don't know... This is most random conversation I've ever heard."
"STRAWBERRIES AND ROSES! WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED?"
"Ron-"
"I MEAN, I ALWAYS KNEW YOU SMELLED SWEET BUT-"
"Ron-"
"STRAWBERRIES AND ROSES? THAT'S THE BEST COMBINATION EVER!"
"RON! We're right near your house and I highly doubt you want Fred and George to hear what you're saying!"
"Oh, heh, right."
"God, I swear, one day, Ron, one day."

'Cause I don't wanna be one of the boys, one of your guys
Just give me a chance to prove to you tonight

"One day what?"
"One day someone is gonna realize just how wrong you sound half the time."
He shrugs. "Haven't you already?"
"Duh! I'm your best friend! I have to! And, I have to laugh."
"Yeah, cause otherwise i'd be pissed."
"No, because otherwise I'd be a bad friend."
"Aren't you anyway?" He grins at me.
"SHUT UP!" I sam my fist into his arm.
"Joking, joking!" he holds up his hands in defense.
"You'd better be. Jerk." I storm ahead of him, secretly hoping he do something.
"Wait! I need a talking buddy!"
"I'm just a 'talking buddy'? Bad move Weasley!"
"No! You're one of my best friends! Plus, one of the Gryffindor girls!"
I grin from ear to ear.
"Damn straight I am!"

That I just wanna be one of the girls
Pretty in pearls and not one of the boys

Finally, not one of the boys.

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Yeah, yeah, I know, cheesy ending. Blah blah blah. So, let's get down to business. I need to know what chapters y'all want for Order of the Pheonix. I'm for sure gonna do the centaurs, cause that is just too perfect. But anything else you want to hear about, just tell me! I'll be here! Thank you, and goodnight.

Love always,

A.B.

P.S. Believe it or not, those are my real initials complete accident on the 'rents part!