Author's Note: Alright, let's catch up. So when Malfoy had to put that liver in his pocket, it was Wednesday the 27th. Yes, and sob, classes were canceled. Oh horrible. Amway, here is the Twelfth Chapter…did I miss anything?
Oh yes, only the BIGGEST item on my list……ITALIA! Whooo! World Cup Champs! Give me an I! Give me a T! Give me an A! Give me an L! Give me a Y! What does that spell? Italy! Three cheers for the beautiful game!
Okay, now here is your long awaited, wonderful, random, beautiful, cute, funny, darling chapter. Divertirsi! (Have fun)
Disclaimer: I own my dreams, my happiness, and that cute little dust bunny that lives under my desk. Oh, that reminds me. I have to feed it.
But not a furry ceramic crafter.
Chapter Twelve: Where Draco Struggles A Four Syllable Word, A Change of Plan For The Golden Trio's School Year Is Underway, and We Suddenly Find One Of Our Main Characters Struggling From The Grips Of A Crazed Shopoholic With A Taste For Halloween Costumes: Thursday The 28th………Because Too Much Goes On To Find One Word To Nail It All.
Draco sat on his bed, thinking for what seemed for the millionth time, how the hell he would be able to pull this off. Or more importantly, how he would be able to pull the suckers off that bad boy.
Anyway, not to be discouraged, he figured that this time he would do exactly what he did last time; go down in the middle of the night, but without the Granger part. Yes, yes, without Herm-granger. Without the bushy head. Yes, yes, without H-Granger. And that's her name. Granger. Not Her-herm—he-her…Granger. Exactly.
Of course, Draco dear.
Hermione sighed as she sat down on the couch in the Gryffindor Common Room. And then she sighed again. And after five more minutes of sighing and some noisy exhaling, Hermione finally bellowed "RON WEASLY AND HARRY POTTER! WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU, YOU TWO BIG PRATS!"
This if course scared two second years who were lounging in the other wise empty room, and they scurried out of the portal faster than you can say "Deranged Bookworm"
But she has reason too. Don't doubt that.
By the way, lovely weather we're having, aren't we? Though I can't say the same for myself. Bit on the rainy side, you know what I mean?
Oh, yes, back to the reason Hermione is bellowing. She was waiting. Waiting for two very late, very sorry, and very soon to be dead boys.
I think you can guess who.
Hermione waited, tapping her hands on her arms as she bobbed her foot up and down. Finally, after much more ranting, the two boys burst into the room. "Sorry we're late Hermione, but we were finishing some last minute plans."
Actually, since they were rather rushed, I came out more like this, "Sorrywelatemionebutwewerefishingomelastminuteplans."
Charming.
'That's okay, guys…" she said sarcastically. "But how many times have I told you not to keep people waiting. You know it's a rule of etiquette to always keep…"
"Hermione, Hermione, we know, we know, but…um…maybe we should explain to you."
She raised her eyebrow at them and motioned for Harry to continue.
"Well, you see…Ron and I are going to go look for horcruxes."
That was unexpected. "Oh really? And I'm not coming? Is it because I'm a girl? You think I'm weak? Or do you think that I do not care about your life anymore? Was the last six years nothing? Liver pâté? Hmm?" Hermione felt an ice cube form in her stomach as she tried to shake the feelings of "I'm-losing-my-best-friend"
"No! No, Hermione, it's not that. I because we need you here!" exclaimed Ron.
"Really." ….Sarcasm….no matter how short-lived it may be, it still bites. Satisfyingly so.
"We need you to research for us. Keep us posted. We need to help us find out more about Voldemort's…Tom Riddle's….past. Hermione, you know the library better than Madam Pince."
"Well," she said smugly, "I do know my library. But do you really think I would be any help?"
"Hermione, would I have offered if I didn't think so?" asked Harry kindly.
Hermione smiled. "I guess not. But when are you leaving?"
"Next Sunday"
"So that gives us this afternoon, Friday, and Saturday, to get you ready to go." said Hermione, already planning lists in her head.
"No, that gives us this afternoon, Friday, and Saturday to hang out with you." said Harry.
A couple sappy moments of smiling and hugging later was followed by a rather random, yet somehow related, comment from Ron, "Butter beer, anyone?"
Hermione sighed as she and Ginny walked the grounds. Not that she was neglecting her duties of spending time with Harry and Ron before they went, but at the moment they were occupied with one last detail, and since both her and Ginny were free, they decided to go for a walk.
I mean, really, everybody does it.
"So Hermione…" mused Ginny as she took her arm. "What are you going to wear at the Halloween Ball?" Ginny looked at her, "You know, what kind of costume?"
"Um…I don't think I'm going."
"Whhaaat!" You can't not go! I neeeeeeed someone there! I'm mean, Harry and Ron are out, and Luna will get spaced out and start talking about UFOs….Unique Flying Oboes….I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeddddddddddd………you…..Please?"
"But I don't have the slightest idea what to get. Hey, I know, why don't I be Invisagirl?"
"Invisa-who?"
"Invisagirl. I'm invisible. So you just say, here is my friend Invisagirl…she's invisible. Then I don't have to go. Brilliant, I know."
"No….no…Hermione….but you know what is brilliant?"
"Me?"
"No…try again…"
"Invisagirl?"
"No, me taking you shopping Sunday to go look for a costume. It'll be fun…." She looked at Hermione expectantly. "And I'm not asking."
"Oh brother." Now I'm in for it. Gosh, now she will make me go, and I will have to suffer standing in a corner with Luna and Neville, talking about flying oboes, while Ginny dances with at least ten guys who have asked her, and she's having fun. And I'll be stuck sipping punch and throwing death glares at the floor, and then Professor McGonagall will probably make me step in for her to chaperone so she can step out with Professor Snape--- eww….and then I will be the one breaking up fights and the snogging and inappropriate dancing…which will make me even more unpopular in the first place! I'm dead.
"Yes, Hermione…it will be fun." And she gave Hermione the I'm-a-physco-shopper-who-will-get-you-in-a-costume-wether-you-like-it-or-not look. And Hermione whimpered silently and wished she could run away from her loving, dear, caring, yet crazed and dangerous best friend.
I know, I know. I would run too.
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P.S. Did anyone get that last bit of the disclaimer? If you dont know what I'm talking about...then you didn't read my beautifully sob well written disclaimer that saves me from rampaging lawyers. I you didnt get it...hmmm...maybe try experimetning with synonyms...
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