The next day, Hermione said good-bye to her parents, and started to clean up the house; Crookshanks sat on a mantle, dusting it absent-mindedly with his poufy bottlebrush tail. Dustmop, feather-duster, polishing rag: her parents had way too much wood in the house. The smell crept up on her, and she decided to take a break. Replacing Pink Floyd with Eurythmics, she lay down and bounced with the deep bass rhythm of "Sweet Dreams(Are Made of This)".
Feeling relaxed, she decided to put it in her portable player and started to clean the kitchen's linoleum to "Here Comes the Rain Again". When the floor was more then brand spanking new looking, she set off for the oft unused vaccum cleaner for the small rugs that were spread far and few throughout the house. Crookshanks sat on a window seal in one of the upstairs gable rooms and swished his tail across the glass while Hermione vaccumed.
"Oh, Crookshanks, don't do that... The windows!" Feeling the rugs were fine just having micro atomic particles on them, she ran back downstairs to get the window cleaner and a roll of paper towels. Coming back upstairs, Crookshanks sped past her to get to the door, knocking she and her paper towels over backwards. Someone, or something was at the door. She peeked out of a dusty window and saw 'twas a delivery boy about her age, obviously doing so to earn video game money.
"I've got a package for a Miss 'Erminy Granger. 'Av'n a party Miss?"
"Other than, you have business asking, yes, I'm 'Ermi, er, Hermione Granger." She signed for the large box seeing it had no return address. "Thanks."
"No problem Miss," he held out his hand for a tip. Thinking about the box, Hermione placed a bit of paper towel in his hand and closed the door. She drug it into the living room and fetched a pair of sissors. When the pitiful remnants of the box lay in forgetful bliss, she was puzzling over the roundish styrofoam inside. Breaking some off and tossing it into the trash bin, she slowly uncovered a round globe, not unlike a disco light. Wondering what it was, she started to throw the box away and saw a piece of parchment. Picking it up, Hermione realized it was a note from Harry.
Hermione,
Here's a toy for the party, ordered it from some place in Diagon Alley, Sirius took me yesterday. I've sent it priority, so it should be there by the time you read this note(Hermione had to laugh). There are instructions.
Harry
Crookshanks wandered back through the cat door that was usually shut tightly and rubbed on her leg.
"Are you hungry, poor dear. Oh my! It's two. I propose we have lunch and work out this contraption later." The cat seemed to agree because he strutted into the kitchen and waited by the refridgator.
I told you so;P Eurythmics own Sweet Dreams and Here Comes the Rain Again, there're quite good songs. If this last chapter made sense, congratulations:D