A/N: This will be a 'short' story. Hehe...I am not capable of writing a short story. It is R/H. I don't know if any one else will be together *hinthintGinnyandHarryhinthint* Really, this chapter might be short, but it's the longest chapter-six pages, I think, on MicWord. Sorry!
~~*Ali*~~
P.S. When they say 'love you' and stuff, it's just loving like a friend.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except Sammy! (And any one else you don't recognise)
A Long Way from Home
Chapter 1
"No!" I yelled. "We can't! What school will I go to? I'll be so out of place! An English witch in America? It's outrageous!"
Mum and dad were moving me to America. Away from Hogwarts and away from my two best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.
"Hermione, darling, you need to calm down! You'll see that it's all for the best. Besides, we don't have a choice. Your father and I have gotten new jobs there! We have to move." My mother was telling me.
I didn't want to go. I knew to many people here. I wouldn't be able to stand it in America. I had no family there, and I didn't know anyone.
"Mum, where are we going to move, exactly?"
"A state called Georgia. They named it after King George, you know. Way back in the seventeen hundreds."
"Well, if you're moving us there, I might as well get something in return. Can Harry and Ron come over for the summer?"
She looked at me in surprise. "Isn't Ron the one you have a crush on, dear?" I blushed.
"Mum, that has nothing to do with anything! They are my best friends and I want to see them as much as I can before you ship me off to the other side of the world. Please?"
"Alright. You can phone them now, if you'd like."
"Well, I can phone Harry, but he'll have to send Ron an owl. I can't call him. Can I use the phone, mum?"
"Go ahead, Hermione."
I ran up to my room and grabbed the phone off of my nightstand. I dialed Harry's number as fast as I could.
"Vernon Dursley speaking." Came a voice on the other end.
"Yes," I said calmly. "I need to talk to a Harry Potter, please. He signed up for an all-summer volunteering camp and I would like to talk to him about it." We had gone over this before, just so that the Dursley's wouldn't yell at him.
"Just a minute."
A few seconds later, "Hello?"
"Harry? It's me, Hermione."
"Oh, right, hold on, uh, Casey. Let me switch phones." Casey?
"Okay. Sorry about that Hermi, I had to get away from them. I doubt Dudley would have cared, but Uncle Vernon…" He trailed off.
"Casey? Thank you, I feel honored. Anyway, to the point. I want to know if you and Ron could come out and spend the summer with me. Do you think you could?"
Pause.
"Sure. Can you pick me up? I don't want the Dursley's to see me with you guys. I'll go down to the bus stop on the next street, and do you think you could pick me up there?"
"Yeah. That's okay. What about your cauldron and trunk? And you can't forget Hedwig."
"Oh, don't worry. I can carry those. Just pick me up."
"Alright. What about Ron? Can you owl him?"
"Sure, no problem. I'll do it right now." I heard him rustling something and then the scratching of a quill.
"Ron, Hermi wants to know if you can come to her house for the summer. I am going. Owl your response to her. Harry. There, done. So, are you going to get together with Ron when we visit?" He said it so casually that you'd think we were talking about the weather.
"Oh, I hope so, I mean…" I trailed off. The question was so random that I hadn't realized what he asked. "Uh, I mean, well, you know…"
He laughed at the other end of the line. "It's okay, Hermione. I know you two like each other. It's really obvious. Are you blushing? I think I can feel the heat coming through the other end, here…" If I were sitting next to him I would have smacked him on the arm.
"Oh shut up, Mr. smarty-pants. Just don't tell him, please?"
"I won't, I won't. I still haven't told anyone that he likes you too…oops. I can't believe I just said that! Don't tell him I told you, okay? I'd like to live to see my next birthday."
"I won't. I'll pick you up the day after next. Love ya, Harry."
"Love you too, Hermi. Goodbye."
"Bye." I hung up the phone and ran to mum. "Harry's coming. Guess what he said? Ron likes me! Oh, I could sing!"
"Well, don't. It's noon and the boys next-door are still asleep."
"Mum, will you take me shopping? I haven't gone in a while and I think I deserve a treat."
"Alright. I'll take you in half an hour. Do you want to call Sammy and see if she'll come?"
"Okay."
Half an hour later, my best muggle friend Samantha and I were walking through muggle London.
We first went to a shop called Blast.
I looked at a blue dress. It had small spaghetti straps and was tight around the waist. I took it and asked Sammy, "What do you think of this?" I twirled around, and she clapped.
"It's beautiful! You should get that one. And this one!" She reached out suddenly to grab a white halter-top. Another hand reached out at the same time.
"Excuse me, we had that one first." Sammy said.
"Well, I'd like to try it too." I whirled around.
"Ginny!"
"Hermione!"
"What are you doing here?" I hugged her.
"I'm shopping, what about you?"
"I'm shopping too! I think you should try that top, Hermi. You'd look good in it."
"Thanks, Gin. Oh, this is my friend Sammy. Sammy, this is Ginny. She's a friend from school."
"Cool! Another witch! I think that's really awesome." They were instant friends.
"You go ahead and try it, Gin. Who's here with you?"
"Well, mum is, but she went chasing Fred and George after they tricked some muggle kids into eating Ton Tongue Toffee. Percy is here with Penelope, and Ron is just wandering around. I tried to get him in here, but he muttered something about girls, and walked off."
"Well, you can stick with us." Sammy piped up. "She needs to get the latest fashion for the big move."
"Big move?" Ginny asked.
I sighed. "Ginny, I'm…well, I'm moving to America." She gasped. "America? You-you've got to be kidding! You're my best friend! Oh, Hermione!" She gave me a big hug.
"I know, Gin. I don't want to go either, but I have no choice."
"So who knows?"
"No one except you and Sammy. Please don't tell anyone!" I pleaded.
"I won't. Don't worry about it."
"Well," Sammy sighed. "If there is enough sadness for one day, let's shop!"
Two hours later, Ginny, Sammy, and I were weighed down with about six bags each. We had all gotten a makeover at a muggle mall, and had our hair done in a hair salon.
My hair was up in a ponytail, but with a large clip holding it up. My long hair covered up the clip, so it looked like my hair went naturally up and then down to my waist.
Ginny's hair was in a half bun, with the back of her hair straightened. It was long-down to the middle of her back-and very red. A few scattered bangs were covering her forehead.
Sammy had a knot. Her very long black hair was pulled back and twisted into a knot. It had a few strands hanging out here and there, but it was neatly messy.
We were walking down the street, laughing hysterically, when I bumped into someone.
"Sorry, I wasn't…Ron!" I had walked right into him. "What are you doing here?"
"Hey Herm, great to see you. I was just looking for Ginny." He turned to her and said, "Mum says it's time to go." She nodded and looked at me with sad eyes.
"You're coming back for one more year, right?"
"Yes, but just one. I'll see you later Gin, don't worry." We hugged and she started walking towards Fred and George, who were waiting at the end of the street. Ron was looking curiously at Ginny and me.
"So, Ron, when are you coming over? It's okay, right?"
"Yeah, it is. I have my stuff all packed. Do you want to come back to the Burrow with us? I can grab my stuff and then we can use Floo powder to get to your house."
"Slight problem with that, Ron. See, my parents are muggles, remember? We can't get to their house by Floo powder."
"Oh, right. Do you want to come over anyway? I mean, dad could probably drive us over to your house. You do live closer to us than Harry does."
"Well sure, I'd…"
"Ahem." Sammy coughed. "Hi there, Hermione. Yeah, see what would I do?"
"Oh, sorry Sammy! Ron, Sammy. Sammy, Ron. Do you think she could come too? If you're mum is okay with that, and if that's okay with you, of course."
"Yeah, it's okay. You of all people should know mum likes company."
I smiled. "Right. Is that cool with you Sammers?"
"Well of course! I thought you knew me, Hermi."
"Okay then. Mum dropped us off, so I'll have to call her really quick. Hold these for me?"
I dropped my bags on the ground and ran to the nearest payphone.
"Mum? Is it okay if I go home with Ron? Yeah Sammy too. It's okay. Yes, mum, he asked. Just tell her mum she's spending the night. If she comes by, tell her we've gone out for ice cream. Okay? Okay. Right, mum. Love you too. Bye."
I hung up the phone and turned around, and crashed into someone.
"Sorry Ron."
"It's okay. Here are your bags."
"Thanks." I gathered them up in my arms and Ron and I walked over to Fred, who was talking with Sammy. It seemed like love at first sight.
"Oh, great. Sammy falling for Fred. Who would've thought." I laughed, smiled, and shook my head. Ron looked at me in a way I'd never seen before.
"What?" I asked, still smiling.
"Nothing." He laughed. He had such a wonderful laugh! "Just…thinking."
"About what?" I asked curiously.
"About the first time we ever met. God, I thought how bossy can this girl get? But, I didn't know you then like I know you now."
"So you think you know me pretty well, do you?"
"Of course I do. I've known you for six years."
"Oh, well, that explains it. So, what's my favorite color?"
"Blue."
"Nope! It's green. Next question: What is my favorite animal?"
"Uh…A cat!"
"Nope, wrong again. It's a lion. Ha ha. You don't know me well at all."
"Yes I do. I know that you can be very stubborn when you want to be, and that you always have to get your way. I know that you have the cutest smile, and the funniest laugh. I know that you care more about other people than about yourself. And I know that you would rather study than sneak out of the common room in the middle of the night." He turned to look at me. "And I also know your full name." He stuck out his tongue.
"Who told you that?!" I yelled, and whacked his shoulder.
"Ah, I have my sources. I won't tell anyone though." His eyes were sparkling and he was smiling widely. How I would miss those eyes, his smile, his laugh. If only he knew!
I felt tears well in my eyes, and I looked away and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.
"Is something wrong, Hermi?" I looked into Ron's eyes, and saw that they were full of concern.
"It's nothing. Just, nothing." I faked a smile, and I could tell he knew it. He dropped the subject.
"So, why did you invite us over?" He asked.
"Because. We've been over to your house plenty of times, and I thought it might be a good change. Besides, my mum and dad want to meet you." I lied.
"That's not the reason, Hermione. Don't lie to me. I can see your eyes, you know. I've known you long enough to know when you are lying." The boy did know me well.
"It doesn't matter what the reason is, Ron. I don't want to talk about it." The tears were coming again. I blinked furiously.
"I'm sorry, Herm. I didn't mean to…"
"You didn't Ron. It takes more than that. I've been around Malfoy too long. I am now the woman of ice. I have ice for veins." I cackled evilly.
"Aww, don't say that. Ice is cold, but you're not. My Hermione has a heart, I know that much."
"Your Hermione? So when my parents sell me off to you?"
"Don't you want to be owned by me? The cutest guy in all of England?"
"Well, sure, the cutest guy of England, maybe, but I don't know about you…"
He tickled my ribs.
"Ah! Ron!" He smiled a victory smile and stopped tickling me.
"Here we are, Hermi." We had arrived at a small white building. The Weasley's, Sammy, and I walked into it.
Inside was a large fireplace. It was big enough to fit all of Ginny, Sammy, and my bags in it, plus about two or three people.
"Come on, children!" Mrs. Weasley called. "Come over here and get some Floo powder!"
Sammy walked over to me nervously and asked, "What's Floo powder?"
I was about to answer when Fred came up and told her that he'd show her.
Smooth, Fred, I thought.
Mrs. Weasley announced that we would go in pairs, as it would save Floo powder.
Percy and Penelope went first, then George and Ginny, Fred and Sammy, then Ron and I.
We arrived in the living room at the Burrow.
~~*Ali*~~
P.S. When they say 'love you' and stuff, it's just loving like a friend.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except Sammy! (And any one else you don't recognise)
A Long Way from Home
Chapter 1
"No!" I yelled. "We can't! What school will I go to? I'll be so out of place! An English witch in America? It's outrageous!"
Mum and dad were moving me to America. Away from Hogwarts and away from my two best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.
"Hermione, darling, you need to calm down! You'll see that it's all for the best. Besides, we don't have a choice. Your father and I have gotten new jobs there! We have to move." My mother was telling me.
I didn't want to go. I knew to many people here. I wouldn't be able to stand it in America. I had no family there, and I didn't know anyone.
"Mum, where are we going to move, exactly?"
"A state called Georgia. They named it after King George, you know. Way back in the seventeen hundreds."
"Well, if you're moving us there, I might as well get something in return. Can Harry and Ron come over for the summer?"
She looked at me in surprise. "Isn't Ron the one you have a crush on, dear?" I blushed.
"Mum, that has nothing to do with anything! They are my best friends and I want to see them as much as I can before you ship me off to the other side of the world. Please?"
"Alright. You can phone them now, if you'd like."
"Well, I can phone Harry, but he'll have to send Ron an owl. I can't call him. Can I use the phone, mum?"
"Go ahead, Hermione."
I ran up to my room and grabbed the phone off of my nightstand. I dialed Harry's number as fast as I could.
"Vernon Dursley speaking." Came a voice on the other end.
"Yes," I said calmly. "I need to talk to a Harry Potter, please. He signed up for an all-summer volunteering camp and I would like to talk to him about it." We had gone over this before, just so that the Dursley's wouldn't yell at him.
"Just a minute."
A few seconds later, "Hello?"
"Harry? It's me, Hermione."
"Oh, right, hold on, uh, Casey. Let me switch phones." Casey?
"Okay. Sorry about that Hermi, I had to get away from them. I doubt Dudley would have cared, but Uncle Vernon…" He trailed off.
"Casey? Thank you, I feel honored. Anyway, to the point. I want to know if you and Ron could come out and spend the summer with me. Do you think you could?"
Pause.
"Sure. Can you pick me up? I don't want the Dursley's to see me with you guys. I'll go down to the bus stop on the next street, and do you think you could pick me up there?"
"Yeah. That's okay. What about your cauldron and trunk? And you can't forget Hedwig."
"Oh, don't worry. I can carry those. Just pick me up."
"Alright. What about Ron? Can you owl him?"
"Sure, no problem. I'll do it right now." I heard him rustling something and then the scratching of a quill.
"Ron, Hermi wants to know if you can come to her house for the summer. I am going. Owl your response to her. Harry. There, done. So, are you going to get together with Ron when we visit?" He said it so casually that you'd think we were talking about the weather.
"Oh, I hope so, I mean…" I trailed off. The question was so random that I hadn't realized what he asked. "Uh, I mean, well, you know…"
He laughed at the other end of the line. "It's okay, Hermione. I know you two like each other. It's really obvious. Are you blushing? I think I can feel the heat coming through the other end, here…" If I were sitting next to him I would have smacked him on the arm.
"Oh shut up, Mr. smarty-pants. Just don't tell him, please?"
"I won't, I won't. I still haven't told anyone that he likes you too…oops. I can't believe I just said that! Don't tell him I told you, okay? I'd like to live to see my next birthday."
"I won't. I'll pick you up the day after next. Love ya, Harry."
"Love you too, Hermi. Goodbye."
"Bye." I hung up the phone and ran to mum. "Harry's coming. Guess what he said? Ron likes me! Oh, I could sing!"
"Well, don't. It's noon and the boys next-door are still asleep."
"Mum, will you take me shopping? I haven't gone in a while and I think I deserve a treat."
"Alright. I'll take you in half an hour. Do you want to call Sammy and see if she'll come?"
"Okay."
Half an hour later, my best muggle friend Samantha and I were walking through muggle London.
We first went to a shop called Blast.
I looked at a blue dress. It had small spaghetti straps and was tight around the waist. I took it and asked Sammy, "What do you think of this?" I twirled around, and she clapped.
"It's beautiful! You should get that one. And this one!" She reached out suddenly to grab a white halter-top. Another hand reached out at the same time.
"Excuse me, we had that one first." Sammy said.
"Well, I'd like to try it too." I whirled around.
"Ginny!"
"Hermione!"
"What are you doing here?" I hugged her.
"I'm shopping, what about you?"
"I'm shopping too! I think you should try that top, Hermi. You'd look good in it."
"Thanks, Gin. Oh, this is my friend Sammy. Sammy, this is Ginny. She's a friend from school."
"Cool! Another witch! I think that's really awesome." They were instant friends.
"You go ahead and try it, Gin. Who's here with you?"
"Well, mum is, but she went chasing Fred and George after they tricked some muggle kids into eating Ton Tongue Toffee. Percy is here with Penelope, and Ron is just wandering around. I tried to get him in here, but he muttered something about girls, and walked off."
"Well, you can stick with us." Sammy piped up. "She needs to get the latest fashion for the big move."
"Big move?" Ginny asked.
I sighed. "Ginny, I'm…well, I'm moving to America." She gasped. "America? You-you've got to be kidding! You're my best friend! Oh, Hermione!" She gave me a big hug.
"I know, Gin. I don't want to go either, but I have no choice."
"So who knows?"
"No one except you and Sammy. Please don't tell anyone!" I pleaded.
"I won't. Don't worry about it."
"Well," Sammy sighed. "If there is enough sadness for one day, let's shop!"
Two hours later, Ginny, Sammy, and I were weighed down with about six bags each. We had all gotten a makeover at a muggle mall, and had our hair done in a hair salon.
My hair was up in a ponytail, but with a large clip holding it up. My long hair covered up the clip, so it looked like my hair went naturally up and then down to my waist.
Ginny's hair was in a half bun, with the back of her hair straightened. It was long-down to the middle of her back-and very red. A few scattered bangs were covering her forehead.
Sammy had a knot. Her very long black hair was pulled back and twisted into a knot. It had a few strands hanging out here and there, but it was neatly messy.
We were walking down the street, laughing hysterically, when I bumped into someone.
"Sorry, I wasn't…Ron!" I had walked right into him. "What are you doing here?"
"Hey Herm, great to see you. I was just looking for Ginny." He turned to her and said, "Mum says it's time to go." She nodded and looked at me with sad eyes.
"You're coming back for one more year, right?"
"Yes, but just one. I'll see you later Gin, don't worry." We hugged and she started walking towards Fred and George, who were waiting at the end of the street. Ron was looking curiously at Ginny and me.
"So, Ron, when are you coming over? It's okay, right?"
"Yeah, it is. I have my stuff all packed. Do you want to come back to the Burrow with us? I can grab my stuff and then we can use Floo powder to get to your house."
"Slight problem with that, Ron. See, my parents are muggles, remember? We can't get to their house by Floo powder."
"Oh, right. Do you want to come over anyway? I mean, dad could probably drive us over to your house. You do live closer to us than Harry does."
"Well sure, I'd…"
"Ahem." Sammy coughed. "Hi there, Hermione. Yeah, see what would I do?"
"Oh, sorry Sammy! Ron, Sammy. Sammy, Ron. Do you think she could come too? If you're mum is okay with that, and if that's okay with you, of course."
"Yeah, it's okay. You of all people should know mum likes company."
I smiled. "Right. Is that cool with you Sammers?"
"Well of course! I thought you knew me, Hermi."
"Okay then. Mum dropped us off, so I'll have to call her really quick. Hold these for me?"
I dropped my bags on the ground and ran to the nearest payphone.
"Mum? Is it okay if I go home with Ron? Yeah Sammy too. It's okay. Yes, mum, he asked. Just tell her mum she's spending the night. If she comes by, tell her we've gone out for ice cream. Okay? Okay. Right, mum. Love you too. Bye."
I hung up the phone and turned around, and crashed into someone.
"Sorry Ron."
"It's okay. Here are your bags."
"Thanks." I gathered them up in my arms and Ron and I walked over to Fred, who was talking with Sammy. It seemed like love at first sight.
"Oh, great. Sammy falling for Fred. Who would've thought." I laughed, smiled, and shook my head. Ron looked at me in a way I'd never seen before.
"What?" I asked, still smiling.
"Nothing." He laughed. He had such a wonderful laugh! "Just…thinking."
"About what?" I asked curiously.
"About the first time we ever met. God, I thought how bossy can this girl get? But, I didn't know you then like I know you now."
"So you think you know me pretty well, do you?"
"Of course I do. I've known you for six years."
"Oh, well, that explains it. So, what's my favorite color?"
"Blue."
"Nope! It's green. Next question: What is my favorite animal?"
"Uh…A cat!"
"Nope, wrong again. It's a lion. Ha ha. You don't know me well at all."
"Yes I do. I know that you can be very stubborn when you want to be, and that you always have to get your way. I know that you have the cutest smile, and the funniest laugh. I know that you care more about other people than about yourself. And I know that you would rather study than sneak out of the common room in the middle of the night." He turned to look at me. "And I also know your full name." He stuck out his tongue.
"Who told you that?!" I yelled, and whacked his shoulder.
"Ah, I have my sources. I won't tell anyone though." His eyes were sparkling and he was smiling widely. How I would miss those eyes, his smile, his laugh. If only he knew!
I felt tears well in my eyes, and I looked away and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.
"Is something wrong, Hermi?" I looked into Ron's eyes, and saw that they were full of concern.
"It's nothing. Just, nothing." I faked a smile, and I could tell he knew it. He dropped the subject.
"So, why did you invite us over?" He asked.
"Because. We've been over to your house plenty of times, and I thought it might be a good change. Besides, my mum and dad want to meet you." I lied.
"That's not the reason, Hermione. Don't lie to me. I can see your eyes, you know. I've known you long enough to know when you are lying." The boy did know me well.
"It doesn't matter what the reason is, Ron. I don't want to talk about it." The tears were coming again. I blinked furiously.
"I'm sorry, Herm. I didn't mean to…"
"You didn't Ron. It takes more than that. I've been around Malfoy too long. I am now the woman of ice. I have ice for veins." I cackled evilly.
"Aww, don't say that. Ice is cold, but you're not. My Hermione has a heart, I know that much."
"Your Hermione? So when my parents sell me off to you?"
"Don't you want to be owned by me? The cutest guy in all of England?"
"Well, sure, the cutest guy of England, maybe, but I don't know about you…"
He tickled my ribs.
"Ah! Ron!" He smiled a victory smile and stopped tickling me.
"Here we are, Hermi." We had arrived at a small white building. The Weasley's, Sammy, and I walked into it.
Inside was a large fireplace. It was big enough to fit all of Ginny, Sammy, and my bags in it, plus about two or three people.
"Come on, children!" Mrs. Weasley called. "Come over here and get some Floo powder!"
Sammy walked over to me nervously and asked, "What's Floo powder?"
I was about to answer when Fred came up and told her that he'd show her.
Smooth, Fred, I thought.
Mrs. Weasley announced that we would go in pairs, as it would save Floo powder.
Percy and Penelope went first, then George and Ginny, Fred and Sammy, then Ron and I.
We arrived in the living room at the Burrow.