A/N I hope you liekd the first chapter, hopefully it'll get morte indepth as it goes on.....


Chapter @2@

Hermione sat at her vanity fixing the wound on her face. she had been running in at her Mum's request because she had gotten an owl. Being her klutzy self, she tripped and fell. she turned her head so she could see a better angle of herself in the mirror. It had left a nice sized scrape, about the size of the bottom of a tea cup. she sighed and undid the letter that was attached to her new owl, Mercury.

Mercury hooted apreciativly as the letter was removed from his leg and flew around the room once to show his gratitue before leaving to go hunt for dinner.

hermione unfolded her letter and to her surprise it was from Ron. He wanted to know whether she had alerted Harry about there plans. She responded accordingly and put the letter on her desk, waiting for Mercury to come back.

She checked her watch. i was 11:00 in the morning. surely harry was up and had recieved her letter. Just as she was getting up to check there was a tap on her window and hedwig was trying to get. Hermione lept to her feet and let the window open. She snipped the tie off of hedwig's leg and hastily opend the letter. she scanned the contents and smiled, relieved when she read it.. a whole two weeks with harry.. oh.. and ron. Her heart bound a bit. She had always liekd harry, as more-than-a-friend since there first year.. but it never made any difference.. Harry could be just as blind when it cam to the opposite sex as Ron was about yule balls.

She moved her History of Magic essay over and pulled out a fresh peice of parchment.

She picked up her quill and dipped it in ink. She paused for a moment to conjour a message from her brain.

Dear harry,

I'll be there tommorow afternoon at two oclock. be outside:-)

She hesitaded and circled the quill in mid air be fore she wrote her closing..

love hermione

she attached the letter to hedwigs leg and sent her off once again. She sat down at her desk and attempted to complete the 3 foot long essay due to Professor Binns about the myths about vampires and the riot they had in transylvania in 646 AD. she was well into a foot of it when the phone behind her rang startling her and making her drip unwanted ink on her parchment.

"Dammit!" She looked down, it was down smuged with a bit of murky black on it. Too bad white out didn't work on parchment.
The phone rang again and she reached beside her and answerd it.

"hello"she said impatiently. It was probably one of her mum's friends ready to gab on aboutsome book she had just read, or how long its been since she last saw her...

"HI... IS HERMIONE THERE???" yelled a familiar voice. Clearly this person had no idea how to properly use a phone.

"Ro?!" She said annoyed and confused. "Ron! you dont have to yell into the phone. talk like i'm right across from you-- not liek we're in the middle of a row!"

"is this better?" He asked lowering his voice considerably.

"Yes, and i'm sure the neighbors will thanks you"

"Blimey! you're right I CAN hear you! this fonytelef thing is amazing.. muggles deserve more credit than i give them" he relished.

"You really should have taken muggle study ron....and it's called a telephone!" Hermione said exaspertly.

"Oh right, whatever... So did you owl Harry?" He asked impatienlty

"Yes i did and he said yes, so i'll meet you guys tommorw in london at around 3:30 or so.. we're staying at the leaky cauldron right?"

"Yep, but of course fudge isn't making a big deal out of this becuise he thinks that harry and dumbledore are both mad..but if you ask ME he's the bloody nutter in all of this!"

"Yes, ron, i know, but there is nothing that we can do about it." she sighed and looked at the picture she had clipped out of Viktor from the daily prophet and turned it face down.. he hadn't even bothered to owl or call or do anything he said he would. Chances are he probably ran off with some bulgarian chaser.. maybe life was better off with out him.. after all it did take alot of translation to understand the incredibly think accent.

Ron Contined to ramble on about nothing and then stopped suddenly.

"Hermione.. Are you still with me.. Are you thinking about Harry?"

She blushed, even though he couldn't see her, ron's lips curled into a smile asthe silence continued.

"No i wasn't" She answered truthfully

"Sure.. and i'm the muggle prime minister! Of course you were, i know you liek him Herminone!"

She laughed nervously.."But thats not what you called to talk about now is it?"

"No.. ron conceited, but you've just been paying him alot more attenion than usualy.. i can read you two like a book."

Hermione, not lieking where this conversation was going thought fast. "Look ron, i've got to go finish this essay, especially since i wont have tome tommorw or once the three of us are back together"

"typical 'you' thing to due.. homwork homework homework! damn, i reckon you dont do anything else BUT that... well maybe nagging people about spew..."

"it's S.P.E.W Ron!" she said hotly

"Whatever,but one of the things we need to talk about--"

"--ron! get on with it.. i still got homwork" She said annoyed, though not that forcefully.

"--I was saying, that we can't show him we're scared hermione. Dad rekons he's got plenty enough on his mind, especially with cedrics death and all.. not to mention," Ron swallowed audibly and composed himself before continuing "You-know-who's back. We can't add to the problem."

Hermione let out a breath she'd been holding. Ron was right. as much as they wanted answers, she knew they couldn't pester, it would only make Harry mad and upset.

"Plus" ron continued, lowering his voice " Dad say's the ministry's on high alert. they juggled him to do some guarding and back round checks on some of those old death eaters"

"well that's a good thing then! it means that Fudge has finally come around and stepped up to the plate" Hermione said relieved.

"erm.. well , not exactly, see He's only doing it to shut Dumbledore up. Plus he warned him that if he did any more meddling in ministry business, he'd dissmiss him."ron said quietly

At this hermione gasped." You're kidding? Does Harry know?"

"no"

Hermione shifted uncomfortably. "So fudge thinks its all poppy cock, and is just doing it to keep dumbledore out of his way..not to take any precausions? But dumbledores the only one who know's what he's doing? Has Fudge lost it???"

Ron breathed heavily. "seems that way"

Hermione looked at her scar again. it stung as she ran her fingers across it. She needed time to ponder this.It looked there was going to be alot on there plates this years. (Not to mention OWLs).

She shifted into the phone. "ron, i have to go eat lunch now.. i'll see you tommorrow ok?" she lied.

Ron seemed to take this as an acceptble answer and said good bye.

the truth was the conversation they had had had made her lose her appitite a bit. She bit her lip.

She put the phone down and looked at her ink blotted essay. For once she had no desire to finish her homework.. but she did feel she could use a good nap. She crawled underneath the covers and thought about reunting with her two best friends.. hoping that maybe, in this 5th year at hogwarts.. one of them maybecome more. and hoping nobody died, and maybe.. just maybe Cornielius fudge would come to his senses.




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Sorry its so short. my brain is fryed. More tommorow! peace out yallz! R/R please. I'm open to suggestions and plot ideas.. anyone?