A/N: OH MY FUCKEN… My dear readers... I just wanna give you guys a little heads up. I am gonna be changing this fic's title in a few days. Prolly when I post chapter 12.. So yeah.. I hope you guys forgive me. Nooooooooooo! Don't kill me!

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns HP. I own a crappy computer.

:Chapter 11- Cooped Up :

"Will you just freakin stop it?!" screeched Hermione, her hair wilder than ever.

Ginny, Mandy and Tracey have been pelting pebbles at Hermione's window for the past forty minutes or so. They were trying to convince the girl to come out of her house. Unfortunately, their efforts were fruitless. Hermione Granger would not be convinced.

"Come on, Hermione! We've been here since eight!" cried a grumpy Tracey.

"Well I've already told you guys; N-O, no."

"The girls and I were planning on swimming." said Mandy hopefully.

"No thanks." Hermione scoffed.

"We were gonna have a picnic?" said Mandy.

"Not in the mood."

"Vincent got thinner?" Tracey shrugged at Mandy and Ginny

"Merlin, I really believe that." said Hermione sarcastically.

"The guys aren't out." said Ginny.

Hermione's eyes were in the shapes of saucers. Ginny slapped a hand to her mouth.

"Huh? What do you mean?" asked Mandy. She turned to Ginny.

Ginny suddenly went from deer caught in headlights to crackhead high of crack.

"Oh nothing.." she said, smirking. "Right, Hermione?"

"Don't you even think about opening that mouth of yours." Hermione tried to hide the worry in her voice.

"Oh don't worry.. I won't tell Tracey, Mandy, Parvati, Lavender, Megan, Blaise, Draco, Theo-"

"Dammit, Ginny!"

"So is that a yes?"

"No. It's a friggin no. Go ahead and tell everyone, Ginny. See if I care."

Hermione shut her window loudly. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Hey. I was only kidding!" said Ginny.

There was no respond.

"I'm sorry?" tried Ginny.

There was still no reply.

"Fine. Mope all you want. Just come out when you're finished. Come on, girls."

Hermione watched as Ginny, Mandy and Tracey made their way through Hermione's garden.

They just couldn't understand.

Hermione pulled her curtains shut and made her way to the bathroom.

"People." she said grumpily as she took off her clothes.

After bathing and dressing up, Hermione went down to eat breakfast. Or rather, brunch. Naiah and Seus were running around in the dining room, making Hermione more irritable. She shouted at them as she grabbed a box of cereal. She got a carton of milk, a bowl and a spoon. She glared at her cereal as they tumbled down the bowl.

"Mione." called Mrs. Granger.

"What?" asked Hermione miserably to her cereal box.

"A letter just came in. It's from your school."

Hermione raised her head from the table. "What?"

Hermione had almost forgotten. It was already August! Which means summer was almost over. And it also meant that…

"Give it here mother.."

Hermione gulped as she took the letter with shaking hands. She nearly fainted when she saw that it had a suspicious looking lump. She closed her eyes and pried the letter open slowly.

"I LOVE YOU ELVIS!!" screamed Hermione as a solid shiny something slipped into her hands.

"What the hell are you screaming about?" asked Mrs. Granger, her hands on her hips.

"Hermione is scary." said Naiah.

"Mummy did Hewmione win something fwom the Ellen Degenewes show?" asked Seus, tugging on his mother's apron.

Hermione grabbed her little brother and swung him around.

"Even better, Seus. I'm a prefect!"

Forget about the girls, Malfoy or her feelings. She was a prefect. A bloody prefect!

"Hah in yer face Harry!" said Hermione happily as she skipped towards the door.

"Where are you going?" asked Mrs. Granger.

"I'm going to write a letter to my friends."

"You haven't even started on your food."

Hermione rolled her eyes and took her bowl.

"I'll eat upstairs."

As soon as Hermione was in her room, she grabbed a pen and a couple of her favorite stationery.

Lisa and Luna were going to be thrilled.

o-O-o

"More of these, and more of that.. OOOOOOH and of course I'll be getting some of those!"

Hermione was shopping in Diagon Alley with her mother.

"Hermione, are you sure you'll be needing all of these?" asked Mrs. Granger, gesturing at the heavy packages that they were carrying.

"Er.." Hermione glanced guiltily at the bags. "Yeah, of course."

"Alright. Just make sure you don't spend more than 10 gallons today."

"Galleons, mother." Hermione corrected irritably.

"Whatever." said Mrs. Granger as they made their way to Madam Malkin's.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Tsk tsk." said Madam Malkin, half an hour later. "You've gained some weight, haven't you miss Granger?"

Hermione groaned. "That's what you've been saying for the past three years."

"That's because it's true." muttered Mrs.Granger.

"If I weren't in these robes.." said Hermione with clenched teeth.

"Now, now young lady." said Madam Malkin, pulling Hermione's arm back down.

"I've been telling her to diet and exercise, Madam" said Mrs, Granger, examining her nails. "But she won't listen."

"Yeah well.. I don't want to be as emaciated as you are, surfboard."

"Er.. surfboard?" Madam Malkin looking puzzled but curious.

"Nothing." said Hermione.

"Hm.." said Madam Malkin, eyeing Hermione. "Well how many sets will you be purchasing?"

"Seven sets of robes, three cloaks, seven blouses, seven skirts and.. yeah that's it." said Hermione.

"What she meant, Madam, was four sets of robes, a cloak, four blouses and four skirts." said Mrs. Granger.

"Aw, come on." said Hermione, stomping her foot.

"You get new uniforms every year Hermione." said Mrs. Granger impatiently.

"Well.. Er.." said Hermione, wracking her brains. "Well you said I gained weight! Hah! So I'll be needing new clothes!"

"That's enough, young lady."

Hermione was in a foul mood. She pouted all day and refused to talk to her mother. By the time she and her mother were in the shoe boutique, Mrs. Granger was fed up.

"The next time you want to go shop for your school things, just go alone." said Mrs. Granger.

"Oh please. I wanted to go here alone. You just wanted to tag along." said Hermione as she examined some shoes.

Hermione spent nearly an hour in the shoe boutique. She tried on almost every single one of the shoes. Mrs. Granger almost dozed off.

"For goodness sakes, Hermione. It's nearly three in the afternoon."

"Can I pick two?" asked Hermione, completely torn.

"You can pick another one when the first semester ends."

"Hm.. yeah. That's a good idea. I can pick another one when we visit Hogsmeade.. But wait. I can't pick just one now. It's hard you know. It's what I'm gonna be wearing for a long time. It has to be nice."

"Ugh. Just pick that one with the silver button things.. or are those silver plates? I don't know. Just pick them."

"I'll only pick them if you promise me that you'll be sending me a box of cookies each week when I'm back at Hogwarts."

"Ah. There's always a catch."

"Of course." said Hermione, shrugging.

o-O-o

There was a knock on her door.

"It's open." said Hermione.

"Miss?" said her maid as she slightly opened the door.

"Yep?"

"There are some girls outside looking for you."

"Tell them I'm sleeping." said Hermione, waving her hand.

"Yes, miss." said the maid as she closed the door.

Hermione resumed opening the letter she just got.

"Dear Hermione," she read happily. "Merlin's beard, I told you so." Hermione grinned. "Who else did you think it was going to be? Lavender?" Hermione laughed. "I'm happy for you. I really am. Merlin, I can't wait to see you. It's been a long summer. I got fat! Noooooooooooooooo! Hm. Well I guess that's it. I'm not in the mood to write right now." Hermione rolled her eyes. "See you on September, my bushy bush bush. Love, Lisa."

Hermione put the letter down and grabbed the other one.

She nearly fell of her bed when she opened it.

The card was singing. Or rather, shrieking.

She slammed the card shut and laughed. It was from Luna. The card kept singing the word congratulations over and over. She hoped that it wasn't Luna who was singing.

"Miss?" said the maid as she knocked on the door again.

"It's open."

"Um. Your friends wanted me to uh.. tell you something."

"Well?"

"Um. The girl with the red hair said 'It's three o'clock you cow. I love your excuse.'"

Hermione scowled.

"It was verbatim." said the maid defensively.

"Tell them I have the herpes or something."

"Er.. yes, miss."

Hermione got up from her bed and opened her laptop.

The girls were trying hard to make her come out of the house. But Hermione always made up excuses. This was precisely the twenty seventh time this week that the girls stopped by. She was getting a little guilty.

"We're not giving up Hermione!" she heard Ginny yell from outside.

Hermione opened her window.

"Good luck on that then!" she shouted at them.

o-O-o

tink

Hermione grunted.

tink tink

Hermione turned in her bed.

RAP RAP RAP

Hermione opened her eyes. "What in the bloody hell?"

She rubbed her eyes and sat up. What she saw made her fall off her bed. Ginny and Mandy were grinning at her from her window. They were probably riding on a broom. Hermione frowned when she heard their muffled giggles. She threw a slipper at the window.

"What time is it?" asked Hermione as she walked toward the windows to open them.

"Ten in the morning." Ginny stepped inside the room.

"Nice shirt." commented Mandy as Hermione helped her in.

"Look guys. I haven't even bathed yet. I obviously just woke up." Hermione sat on her bed.

"Just have a quick shower, then. We'll wait." said Ginny, grabbing Hermione's guitar.

"We're going to swim in Hacienda Bergenoir today!" Mandy jumped up and down.

"What?" Hermione lay down her bed, her eyebrows furrowed.

"It's almost the end of summer." said Ginny as if it were obvious.

"You do remember that I never want to go back outside again, right?"

Ginny ignored her. "Everyone decided to have a little dip before we get our arses back to Hogwarts."

"By everyone do you mean er.. just us girls?" asked Hermione. She bit her lip.

"Take your shower, Hermione. The others are waiting for us outside." Ginny began playing on the guitar.

"Er.."

"They're on their swimming clothes already." Ginny used the guitar's headstock to point at the window. "You better hurry up before Blaise gets grumpy."

"Go! Go!" said Mandy as she pushed Hermione to the bathroom door.

"Dammit Mandy." said Hermione as she fell on her butt. "Who planned this?"

"Go." said Mandy and Ginny at the same time.

Mandy closed the door before Hermione could get out.

"You have to answer when I'm done!" said Hermione from the inside.

"Just hurry up Mione." said Ginny as she set the guitar down.

They heard the showers go on.

"You planned it, didn't you?" whispered Mandy to Ginny.

"I might have unintentionally suggested it to Blaise." said Ginny.

Ginny high-fived Mandy.

A/N: Hm. Not much happening. Yet. There are still a looooooooooooooooooooooot of chappies to come. :D Please review :D

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