"Hi Ron. It's me. Harry. Just thought I would leave a message on your machine. Call me
when you get back. Bye." Harry had just called Ron at his muggle apartment. Ron, at the
moment was living undercover as a muggle for the police squad he was in. Harry needed some
one to talk to about Hermione. Harry settled down on the couch that was in the apartment
he was renting to take a nap. He had moved out of Hermione's yesterday after the fight
they had had. He drifted off to sleep thinking about Hermione.
~Back at Hermione's apartment~
"Hi Ron. This is Hermione. I need to talk to you. Call me when you get back.
I'll be here all night. Bye." Hermione had just called Ron. She needed to talk to
someone about Harry. She thought she needed to clean her apartment up so she started with
her closet, then she would work on the floor of her bedroom, then to the living room and
kitchen.
She started to pick up her clothes from the floor of her closet and when she bent
down she noticed a piece of cloth sticking out from a trunk. She pulled the trunk out from
her closet all the while grunting under the weight of the trunk. On the front was stenciled
Hermione J. Potter, which she remembered Ron and Ginny thought would be funny to paint on
her trunk while she was visiting Hagrid. "This brings back so many memories," she thought
as she opened it. She saw her cauldron, all of her school books, her robes, her hat, her
school supplies, her Prefect and Head girl badges, her letters that she had gotten at school, her pictures, and folded at the bottom was the thing that brought tears to her eyes.
It was one of Harry's old Gryffindor Quidditch robes.
She looked through her pictures, some had her and Harry, some had her and Ron, some had all
three of them, some were pictures of teachers, and one of Harry, Ron, her, and Sirius
(cleared in their 6th year). She put her books on her bookshelf, and her cauldron and her
school supplies in the workroom (a small room in the back of the apartment that she used to
make potions, etc.). She hung up all her robes and put the hat on her hat rack. She put
her badges on her nightstand, her letters on her bulletin board, and her pictures in the
picture album. She got a box and was ready to send Harry's robe back, but she stopped
herself and hung it up in her closet. She washed her bedroom's wooden floor and made her
bed.
She moved onto the living room, she vacuumed and straightened up the blankets. Then in the
kitchen she cleaned up the dishes and put the let over supper in the refrigerator. She
then got out her paper work for her work at the Ministry, and sat down at the little,
round, 2-seater table. She started then looked up and saw the other chair. She laid her
head down on the table and started sobbing, thinking about yesterday morning. Yesterday
morning she had been sitting here doing her work, just like now, and Harry had been sitting
across from her and was eating cereal. She could picture it, they had been so happy then,
the fight had been last night.
She regretted what she had said last night. She had said that no, that they couldn't get
through the fight, but right now she knew they could. She just knew it.
~*Back at Harry's apartment*~
The phone rang, waking Harry from his blissful dreamless sleep. He looked at the clock on
the wall and saw that it was 2:00 in the morning. He answered it and said, "Hi Ron..."
Mua Ha Ha Ha Ha a cliffie!! Please r/r
when you get back. Bye." Harry had just called Ron at his muggle apartment. Ron, at the
moment was living undercover as a muggle for the police squad he was in. Harry needed some
one to talk to about Hermione. Harry settled down on the couch that was in the apartment
he was renting to take a nap. He had moved out of Hermione's yesterday after the fight
they had had. He drifted off to sleep thinking about Hermione.
~Back at Hermione's apartment~
"Hi Ron. This is Hermione. I need to talk to you. Call me when you get back.
I'll be here all night. Bye." Hermione had just called Ron. She needed to talk to
someone about Harry. She thought she needed to clean her apartment up so she started with
her closet, then she would work on the floor of her bedroom, then to the living room and
kitchen.
She started to pick up her clothes from the floor of her closet and when she bent
down she noticed a piece of cloth sticking out from a trunk. She pulled the trunk out from
her closet all the while grunting under the weight of the trunk. On the front was stenciled
Hermione J. Potter, which she remembered Ron and Ginny thought would be funny to paint on
her trunk while she was visiting Hagrid. "This brings back so many memories," she thought
as she opened it. She saw her cauldron, all of her school books, her robes, her hat, her
school supplies, her Prefect and Head girl badges, her letters that she had gotten at school, her pictures, and folded at the bottom was the thing that brought tears to her eyes.
It was one of Harry's old Gryffindor Quidditch robes.
She looked through her pictures, some had her and Harry, some had her and Ron, some had all
three of them, some were pictures of teachers, and one of Harry, Ron, her, and Sirius
(cleared in their 6th year). She put her books on her bookshelf, and her cauldron and her
school supplies in the workroom (a small room in the back of the apartment that she used to
make potions, etc.). She hung up all her robes and put the hat on her hat rack. She put
her badges on her nightstand, her letters on her bulletin board, and her pictures in the
picture album. She got a box and was ready to send Harry's robe back, but she stopped
herself and hung it up in her closet. She washed her bedroom's wooden floor and made her
bed.
She moved onto the living room, she vacuumed and straightened up the blankets. Then in the
kitchen she cleaned up the dishes and put the let over supper in the refrigerator. She
then got out her paper work for her work at the Ministry, and sat down at the little,
round, 2-seater table. She started then looked up and saw the other chair. She laid her
head down on the table and started sobbing, thinking about yesterday morning. Yesterday
morning she had been sitting here doing her work, just like now, and Harry had been sitting
across from her and was eating cereal. She could picture it, they had been so happy then,
the fight had been last night.
She regretted what she had said last night. She had said that no, that they couldn't get
through the fight, but right now she knew they could. She just knew it.
~*Back at Harry's apartment*~
The phone rang, waking Harry from his blissful dreamless sleep. He looked at the clock on
the wall and saw that it was 2:00 in the morning. He answered it and said, "Hi Ron..."
Mua Ha Ha Ha Ha a cliffie!! Please r/r