Chapter 3

          "We'll be leaving in about two hours," Mrs. Granger told Hermione.  "So be ready."

          "Alright, Mum."

          Hermione ran up to Harry and Ron's bedroom door and knocked.     "Wake up, guys. We'll be leaving in two hours," she called.

          She received some mumbles as an answer.

          "Good morning to you, too." She said sarcastically. "My mum's making breakfast. Come on… I think it's chocolate chip pancakes."

          She heard some fast rustling of quilts, and the door sprang open. Ron stood in the doorway, clad in pajamas with golden snitches on them.

          "Nice… erm… PJ's…" Hermione said, trying to hold back a laugh.

          Ron turned bright red. "Yes. Well… they were Percy's…" he muttered. "I'll go wash up."

          Once the trio had eaten their breakfast, they still had about an hour to kill.

          "So, Hermione, how about that PlayStation? What games do you have?" Harry asked.

          "Probably ones that you would think are stupid," she said.

          After a nice round of Glover and a great series of questions from Ron, they decided to move on to the computer.

          "Okay, Ron, this is a com-put-er. It runs on e-lec-tric-ity." Hermione said slowly.

          "Stop it, you're making me feel stupid," he protested.

          Hermione and Harry smirked at him.

          "What?"

(A/n: okay, so that was a little mean…)

          "Anyway…" Hermione said and turned the computer on.

          "Ahhh! Is- is something wrong?"

          "No, Ron. It's supposed to make that sound."

          "What is that thing? A-a… wand?"

          "It's the mouse pointer, Ron. I have a magic theme."

          "Cool! I wish I had a computer. Dudley threw his out the window."

          "Well, maybe you can buy one with the money you win."

          "If we win."

          "We will! We've got Hermione!"

          "Once again Ron, stuff it."

          Hermione got online and went to a name meanings website.

          "Ronald… Weasley…" she mumbled as she typed in his name.

"Why are we doing this?" Ron asked.

"Because it's interesting."

"Interesting for who?"

"I heard that."

"Excellent! My name means advice and ruler! You're right, Hermione, this is interesting."

          "I don't know who would get good advice for you…" Hermione mumbled.

          "Ugh! One who has the characteristics of a weasel… well, maybe for Fred and George…"

          "Hermione… Granger…"  

          "Wow Hermione, a goddess? Greek legend…"

          "Too bad 'Granger's not as good."

          "Haha! A farm stewardess!"

          "Hermione: The Legendary Farm Stewardess."

          "Shut it, Ron. I won't be a farm stewardess for long. When I get married, my last name might mean 'regal' and 'majestic'. But you'll be stuck with the characteristics of a weasel for the rest of your life. Harry… Potter…"

"Wow! Power… and ruler? Looks like we'll both be dictators, Ron. "

          "Well I guess that makes sense."

          "Haha! 'One who works with clay or pots.'"

          "Belt up, Ron."

          "Wow! Look, Harry! They've got a link…to your own website!"

          "Gee, I didn't know I had one of those."

          "Look at this, Harry! I guess us Muggle-borns have put together a whole site for you!"

          "Look! You can play quidditch! And… and… read the Daily Prophet!" Ron said, amazed.

          Not wanting to waste her time playing quidditch online, she clicked on the Daily Prophet link.

          "Hey… this isn't… right… what issue is this?" Ron demanded.

          "Look, it says something about a movie trailer…" Hermione bit her lip and clicked on the link.

          "Cool, Diagon Alley."

          "Shh! Look! It's you, Harry! In our first year! Look! There's me! And… Ron!"

          "And all the professors… and Neville! Haha!"

          Harry and Ron couldn't help but laugh as they watched Neville fly haphazardly off into the distance.

          "But… but… how did… you can't have…" Hermione stuttered.

          "What?"

          "The only way to get this on tape in to record it with a camera. And… you can't use Muggle devices on Hogwarts grounds…"

          "What's a camera?"

          "Ron! This is serious!"

          "So am I!"

          "How did they get this on tape?!" Hermione demanded.

          "Maybe they… hmmm… maybe we should just leave this alone, Hermione," Harry said, sounding extremely worried.

          "Well…"

          "Hermione! We're leaving! Are you ready?" They heard Mr. Granger's voice from downstairs.

          "Yeah, dad! Coming!"

          Harry and Ron grabbed their suitcases and went out to the car.

(A/n: Yay! Chapter 3! Already! Happy Christmas, people!)