A/N: The chapter of coolness! I love the first two P.O.V's! Hehehe, our Hermione can't even figure out where they are. Oh, thank you SOOO much all of you people who reviewed. I appreciate the comments! Well, I have trivia questions for you at the bottom author note when you're done reading the chapter. Pretty good prize for a broke girl like myself.... But anyway, Mary, tough noogies as I say again. But you knew what was coming because best friends end up telling each other their fic ideas. Hehehe... read!
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"Huh?" The girl said, getting up. She rubbed her hand on her head and looked at all the people surrounding her. "What's going on here?" she asked curiously, as everyone stared. A few people held their hands out for her to grab, but she was perfectly capable of getting up herself. She stood up, dusted off, and everyone started to walk away.
"That was a nasty fall you took there... Hey, my name is Russel Skeeter...You know, if I could rearrange the alphabet... I would put "U" and "I" together.." The girl was astonished, this good looking guy was giving HER a pick-up line? Just as he was about to say more, a girl with short auburn hair shot her a dirty look, and took Russel in her hand as they walked away. "Owl Me!" he mouthed, being dragged by his girlfriend.
The girl shook her head in confusion. What's going on? Wasn't I at Hogwarts? How did I end up in the party section of Wand-Mart? She gazed around and saw a pair of male eyes peeking at her from behind the birthday card set-up. A guy stopped dead in his tracks and sized her up, smiling widely. Two or three were pointing at a part of her upper body where she had never been pointed at before... This was definitely something that hadn't happened even once in her life. And what is up with the people here?
The girl walked around a little bit and couldn't help but secretly like all this attention. Aisle through aisle, the boys and men alike would stop and stare, in a good way. But she wondered why they were. She looked up and saw that the floo-powder station was only another aisle or so down. As she turned the corner, the girl saw the large blazing fire place and the line of about 10 people who were waiting. There was a man of not a day older than 21 in front, and when he saw the girl he let her take cuts. She smiled and took a handful of floo-powder from a not-so-happy-looking female attendant. The girl flung it in the flames and shouted, "Home."
Coughing hysterically, she reached her destination.. Or did she? This didn't look a thing like the home she remembered. The house was done with a nice forest feel, hunter green, black and finished wood. The couch was twice the size of the one she knew so well, not to mention a 20 something year old Harry Potter was sleeping in it. Well, at least he was sleeping.
Harry groggily woke up, he looked around and noticed the house looked VERY different. There was no more Chinese decor, it looked like a normal house. Then he looked towards the fireplace and couldn't believe his eyes. He sat up straight and stared at the woman in front of him. She was fairly tall, thin, had long curly beautiful red hair and dazzling green eyes. Not to mention she had a chest like Britney Spears... "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"
She giggled, and walked closer to Harry. He felt extremely uncomfortable. "Don't you remember me?" Harry shook his head and she blushed. "I'm Ginny Weasley.. You know, Ron's little sister?" Harry sat there for a moment, dumbstruck.
"Y-You're Ginny? You look... wow.. I mean WOW..." Ginny turned scarlet and looked up and down at Harry. "You're not so bad yourself." This time, it was Harry's turn to blush. "Hey.. wait a second, what are you talking about? You've seen me before, haven't you?" Ginny nodded, "But never 25 before... You look so.." Ginny didn't continue, her face just got redder.
"So. That means... You're not from this world, are you? Ginny, how did you get here?" Harry asked, finally walking up to her like he normally would. Her head hung in embarrassment, she mumbled something about following Hermione.
"So now, Hermione is here, too?" Harry asked, in a concerned sort of way. She nodded, as she did so, the light from the window flickered through her hair. Harry couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked. Even though she was drastically different in "proportion", she still had the essence of Ginny to her, and that was the beautiful part. He took her hand, and she looked up, red as it was possible to be.
"You can stay here if you want to. But, when Cho comes home I'll have some explaining to do. I mean, a beautiful girl in my house, it looks like I'm having an affair.." They laughed, and sat on the couch. Ginny and Harry were so deep in conversation, they didn't even notice that Cho never came home that afternoon.
It read:
Dear Mr. Weasley,
We are pleased to inform you that you and your wife have been officially nominated to be on our Chocolate Frog cards. Send us in your ballot attached and mark the top four who you think are worthy. Also, when you are selected, please write us a biography that you would like us to place on the back of the card. The dates for the pictures to be taken are August 15th and 16th. Congratulations and we will be seeing you soon.
The Chocolate People
Wow thought Ron, I'm nominated to be a chocolate frog card for great wizards and witches! They seem so sure I'm going to be a winner, too. This place is awesome! No matter where we are I like it here... Ron grinned and looked at the ballot.
Fluer Delacour Dino Diaz Alexia Dolona
Ash Dorment Cornelius Fudge Victor Krum
Harry Potter Gennifer Potter Severus Snape
William Weasley Hermione Weasley Ronald Weasley
This was so cool. Ron was delighted! He forgot all about his little tiff with Hermione... That is until he saw her reading over his shoulder.
"Miss! Miss! Mrs. Weasley! Are you alright?" Her employees were standing above Hermione in a circle of people. They were each lending a hand for her to reach out to, but she didn't need help. Hermione stood up, looked around and saw she was in the Ministry of Magic. But why was she here? And furthermore, why were they calling her Mrs. Weasley? How do they know that I like... Well... No, that was an absurd idea. How would anyone possibly know or care who she had a crush on? Besides, weren't these people too old to be teasing a 15 year old?
"Excuse me.. Could anyone please tell me why I am here?" Hermione said. The group of people stared at her strangely.
"Mrs. Weasley, what are you talking about?" said a short, plump man. Hermione scowled, and her eyes narrowed. "Will you QUIT calling me that? You all are adults, don't you have better, more mature things to do than call me Mrs. Weasley?" Now everyone was very confused.
"Then what do you want us to call you?" A tall woman with red hair brought a cold washcloth and put it on Hermione's head as they sat her down in a chair. "What are you doing? I don't need help. Just tell me why I am here!" The plump man nodded reassuringly, "Yes, yes. It'll be alright. Just sit and we'll get you a healing spell in no time." Hermione let out an irritated sigh. She clenched the words through her teeth, "But I don't need a healing spell."
The group looked at each other. They knew better than to get their boss mad, but she needed help. "Just hold on." A black haired lady said, leaving the room, "I'm going to go get the other Co-Minister.." Hermione sighed. Many people were sitting there with her with worried expressions on their faces, others about to laugh. There were two 18 year olds who kept giggling, and she could swear she heard them say, "Angry about Ron's forgetfulness and now she has her own..." But that made no sense! A few moments later, the 2nd Co-Minister, Cornelius Fudge came into the room. He cocked his head to the side as he glanced at Hermione, put his hand on her forehead and decided, "She just needs some sleep. Let's let her have the day off today. After all, if the Minister isn't here, why does his assistant have to be?" the group nodded in agreement, and seemed to be waiting for her to do something.
"What?" she asked. They all made a moaning chorus. "Aren't you going to Apparate home?" Hermione looked stunned. "This is the first time in my life I have ever seen the Ministry insisting underage witches to do things that are against the law. Really, I'm disappointed. " Everyone looked at her as if she were crazy. "Underage?" Cornelius said with a chuckle. "Underage? Hermione, you need more rest than we thought.." Everyone laughed at that stupid joke. Hermione didn't seem to think it was that funny. As the rest of the crowd saw the look on her face, they got the hint.
Cornelius looked scared. His job was on the line, and Mrs. Weasley and the Minister had already told him to stop telling those dumb jokes. "Will someone take her home?" he asked nervously. A man nodded, and grabbed Hermione by the waist. She would have smacked him, but with a slight fast "Dormiens" she was fast asleep. The group watched them disappear, and Hermione woke up on the front porch of her house. The door was unlocked, so she walked in.
But on the couch was the one person she didn't want to see after all the teasing. Ron, only older, and... well... (way hotter in her opinion) was reading something. She started to look at it over his shoulder when he turned around and saw her.
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