A/N: Tis I again, whatsnew? My chapters get shorter and shorter but hey, I
can't write long chapters. I update quickly, that should make up for it. I
am trying to solve a few of their problems. Cho's letter is still a
mystery, yes, and Draco's plot is as well. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Boys are great~every boy should have one~JK has Harry! (sniffsniff where's mine?)
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While Ron made futile attempts to break into the single bedroom, Hermione sat on the subway, surveying the people in her area. There was a young mother with small twin girls who were jumping all over the aisles regardless of their mother's protests. An old gruff man stood in the center aisle, clinging to a metal pole, softly singing show tunes. A woman that looked to be about thirty sat stiffly in the seat beside Hermione, gazing around and then scribbling things on a notepad every once in a while. Hermione couldn't help herself, and she finally made a subtle glance at the paper.
"She doesn't like the subway much, but it isn't because she isn't used to it. She is a regular, she has an aisle and a seat and everyone knows it. Her face is blank and her name unknown; but what is certain is her doleful eyes. Her sad, dreary--"
"Eh hem!" The woman cleared her throat in annoyance, cutting Hermione off from reading the rest.
"Oh, I'm sorry ma'am," Hermione profusely apologized. "Really and truly, I'm sorry. But what you're writing... It's quite good."
The woman's face brightened slightly and her attitude immediately was warmer to Hermione. "Really?" the woman said. "I'm a writer, you know. Joanne*. May I ask, what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione replied and, noticing the woman's accent, added, "You sound British. What are you doing in the States?"
"Ah, just getting inspiration," Joanne replied, and she smiled. "And I think I've just found some." The subway stopped; Joanne bid Hermione adieu and left her to the seat alone.
"A writer..." A smile crept slowly on Hermione's face. The idea appealed to her, but was it something she could really do? The grin vanished; Hermione was sure not.
Her mind flashed back to a conversation she had recently had with Ron about Draco Malfoy. She had told him how Draco completely vexed her nerves… and yet confused her, with his outburt at the store and the nice things he sometimes said. But, most of time he seemed intolerable. She didn't get it. Hermione wasn't used to trying to figure out guys… that was supposed to be easy.
Hermione got off at her stop and paused on the sidewalk, letting a peaceful, serene feeling settle over her. The evening was settling in and the soft wind felt wonderful against her skin. Her hair blew back and the end of her long sundress swayed with the breeze. It felt cleansing.
Her blissful feeling was interrupted; as she opened the door to Wally's home a face stared at her, the face of Draco Malfoy. He looked a bit put off. "What did you say to Ron about me?" he ordered, not letting her gain admittance to the house. She rolled her eyes and ducked under his arm, but he followed her. "What did you tell Weasly? Come on, Hermione!"
"Leave me alone!" she growled, trying to lose him. But Draco was persistent, following her around.
"WHAT DID YOU TELL RON?"
"Oh, sod off!"
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Harry sipped the curious brown liquid from the cup gingerly, and then drew back, a disgusted grimace on his face. "Ugh!" he exclaimed, catching odd stares from those around him. "This is disgusting!" The coffee was hot and bitter, and Harry almost retched. "I'm glad the Dursleys never gave me this!" And yet, Harry took another sip. And another. And another. He was hooked; coffee wasn't that bad.
As he walked down 1st Avenue sipping the cup, he began to think, and therefore felt miserable. He had to wonder if, after the dance, he would ever see his friends again. And if he did, would it be the same? The thoughts made him shudder, and he almost spilled the steaming coffee all over himself. He wondered what the famous Harry Potter would be without his friends. "Nothing..." he pondered aloud, swerving to the side in order to sidestep a group of boys playing marbles.
By the time he had reached Wally Dursley's home, the coffee was long gone and Harry was officially in a foul mood. Hermione had arrived just a few minutes prior and was being chased around the house by Draco, who was apparently pestering her about a conversation with Ron or something of the likes. Ron was banging incessantly on the bedroom door, and Cho and Ginny were nowhere to be seen. He stomped furiously into the kitchen, and Hermione, Draco following suit, ran around him hurriedly.
Harry gasped in annoyance and sat on one of the kitchen stools. "Jesus, people!" came a screech as Harry saw Cho coming into the kitchen, mouth wide open in mid-yell. "Can't I get any privacy?"
At that moment, the door to the bedroom unlocked and Ron went flying backward. He hit the wall and crumbled to the ground. Ginny stepped up, saw Ron, and looked extremely satisfied. Her demeanor cool and collected, Ginny sat beside Harry with a calm smile. "Hello," she said. "What have you been doing today, Harry?"
"Oh, nothing," he replied, surprised at how sprightly she sounded. "I went to the mall, a store called 'Gemini' with Ron--"
The mention of her brother's name flamed back the hysterics in Ginny's face. She scowled deeply at Harry and went back to the hallway, where Ron was staggering up. "Get up!" she demanded, and then she turned to the rest, who were coincidentally all assembled in the kitchen. Harry remained on the stool, Draco and Hermione had paused in the kitchen, and Cho turned from her point by the refrigerator. "Pack up!" Ginny commanded through gritted teeth. She had reached her wit's end. "We're going now."
No one dare provoke her wrath further. They all crept into the bedroom quietly and began assembling their things into their small, magicked suitcases. Ginny watched like a boss, making sure that they all packed quickly and efficiently.
Draco noticed out of the corner of his eye when Hermione glanced furtively around, then snatched up the silver journal and stuffed it into her suitcase. He snickered, remembering what he had read.
Under Ginny's tenacious watching eyes, they were ready to leave in a half hour's time. They shuffled out the door after Harry left an apologetic note for Wally, explaining their leave of absence (while leaving the Ginny- went-psycho part out).
They were back on the road in an uncomfortable silence. Harry was driving silently, his mind a million miles away. Ron was thinking of Hogwarts and the dance, Ginny was still infuriated, staring dead ahead, Draco was staring out the window (no one had any idea what was going on inside his head, but he smiled devilishly once in a while), Cho was reading a crumpled piece of paper over and over again, and Hermione had tilted her notebook and was jotting things down. Neither made eye contact with the other.
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*Heh heh… Joanne Rowling… this is just for giggles, won't affect plot…
A/N: Hey, another chap up! I wonder how long this will be... I'm prob not adding more to my other stories until I finish this one so hold tight! And thanks to my loooooooovely reviewers!
lydia--aw, they shud! thanks very much
Nick--yes, yes, just my creative genius... not... thanks
kristina--im not sure which harry part u mean, but thanks lots
lydia (again)--yes, ull find out in time.... thanku!
j.j.Alan--u will find out... soon, very soon... thanks lots i appreciate!
Thayet--i needed to do that 4 the story 2 work. o, i dont remember that from the 1st book. thanks... i think i may...
mrunmayee--wow wow thanks! very flattering! just write about something that appeals 2 u, and if ppl like it, thats cool! cant wait to read what u write~do u have a pen name?
Mione G--one of fav reviewers! thanks so much!!!
Mrs.Amanda Malfoy--im glad u enjoy so much... y say sorry? ty!
Disclaimer: Boys are great~every boy should have one~JK has Harry! (sniffsniff where's mine?)
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While Ron made futile attempts to break into the single bedroom, Hermione sat on the subway, surveying the people in her area. There was a young mother with small twin girls who were jumping all over the aisles regardless of their mother's protests. An old gruff man stood in the center aisle, clinging to a metal pole, softly singing show tunes. A woman that looked to be about thirty sat stiffly in the seat beside Hermione, gazing around and then scribbling things on a notepad every once in a while. Hermione couldn't help herself, and she finally made a subtle glance at the paper.
"She doesn't like the subway much, but it isn't because she isn't used to it. She is a regular, she has an aisle and a seat and everyone knows it. Her face is blank and her name unknown; but what is certain is her doleful eyes. Her sad, dreary--"
"Eh hem!" The woman cleared her throat in annoyance, cutting Hermione off from reading the rest.
"Oh, I'm sorry ma'am," Hermione profusely apologized. "Really and truly, I'm sorry. But what you're writing... It's quite good."
The woman's face brightened slightly and her attitude immediately was warmer to Hermione. "Really?" the woman said. "I'm a writer, you know. Joanne*. May I ask, what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione replied and, noticing the woman's accent, added, "You sound British. What are you doing in the States?"
"Ah, just getting inspiration," Joanne replied, and she smiled. "And I think I've just found some." The subway stopped; Joanne bid Hermione adieu and left her to the seat alone.
"A writer..." A smile crept slowly on Hermione's face. The idea appealed to her, but was it something she could really do? The grin vanished; Hermione was sure not.
Her mind flashed back to a conversation she had recently had with Ron about Draco Malfoy. She had told him how Draco completely vexed her nerves… and yet confused her, with his outburt at the store and the nice things he sometimes said. But, most of time he seemed intolerable. She didn't get it. Hermione wasn't used to trying to figure out guys… that was supposed to be easy.
Hermione got off at her stop and paused on the sidewalk, letting a peaceful, serene feeling settle over her. The evening was settling in and the soft wind felt wonderful against her skin. Her hair blew back and the end of her long sundress swayed with the breeze. It felt cleansing.
Her blissful feeling was interrupted; as she opened the door to Wally's home a face stared at her, the face of Draco Malfoy. He looked a bit put off. "What did you say to Ron about me?" he ordered, not letting her gain admittance to the house. She rolled her eyes and ducked under his arm, but he followed her. "What did you tell Weasly? Come on, Hermione!"
"Leave me alone!" she growled, trying to lose him. But Draco was persistent, following her around.
"WHAT DID YOU TELL RON?"
"Oh, sod off!"
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Harry sipped the curious brown liquid from the cup gingerly, and then drew back, a disgusted grimace on his face. "Ugh!" he exclaimed, catching odd stares from those around him. "This is disgusting!" The coffee was hot and bitter, and Harry almost retched. "I'm glad the Dursleys never gave me this!" And yet, Harry took another sip. And another. And another. He was hooked; coffee wasn't that bad.
As he walked down 1st Avenue sipping the cup, he began to think, and therefore felt miserable. He had to wonder if, after the dance, he would ever see his friends again. And if he did, would it be the same? The thoughts made him shudder, and he almost spilled the steaming coffee all over himself. He wondered what the famous Harry Potter would be without his friends. "Nothing..." he pondered aloud, swerving to the side in order to sidestep a group of boys playing marbles.
By the time he had reached Wally Dursley's home, the coffee was long gone and Harry was officially in a foul mood. Hermione had arrived just a few minutes prior and was being chased around the house by Draco, who was apparently pestering her about a conversation with Ron or something of the likes. Ron was banging incessantly on the bedroom door, and Cho and Ginny were nowhere to be seen. He stomped furiously into the kitchen, and Hermione, Draco following suit, ran around him hurriedly.
Harry gasped in annoyance and sat on one of the kitchen stools. "Jesus, people!" came a screech as Harry saw Cho coming into the kitchen, mouth wide open in mid-yell. "Can't I get any privacy?"
At that moment, the door to the bedroom unlocked and Ron went flying backward. He hit the wall and crumbled to the ground. Ginny stepped up, saw Ron, and looked extremely satisfied. Her demeanor cool and collected, Ginny sat beside Harry with a calm smile. "Hello," she said. "What have you been doing today, Harry?"
"Oh, nothing," he replied, surprised at how sprightly she sounded. "I went to the mall, a store called 'Gemini' with Ron--"
The mention of her brother's name flamed back the hysterics in Ginny's face. She scowled deeply at Harry and went back to the hallway, where Ron was staggering up. "Get up!" she demanded, and then she turned to the rest, who were coincidentally all assembled in the kitchen. Harry remained on the stool, Draco and Hermione had paused in the kitchen, and Cho turned from her point by the refrigerator. "Pack up!" Ginny commanded through gritted teeth. She had reached her wit's end. "We're going now."
No one dare provoke her wrath further. They all crept into the bedroom quietly and began assembling their things into their small, magicked suitcases. Ginny watched like a boss, making sure that they all packed quickly and efficiently.
Draco noticed out of the corner of his eye when Hermione glanced furtively around, then snatched up the silver journal and stuffed it into her suitcase. He snickered, remembering what he had read.
Under Ginny's tenacious watching eyes, they were ready to leave in a half hour's time. They shuffled out the door after Harry left an apologetic note for Wally, explaining their leave of absence (while leaving the Ginny- went-psycho part out).
They were back on the road in an uncomfortable silence. Harry was driving silently, his mind a million miles away. Ron was thinking of Hogwarts and the dance, Ginny was still infuriated, staring dead ahead, Draco was staring out the window (no one had any idea what was going on inside his head, but he smiled devilishly once in a while), Cho was reading a crumpled piece of paper over and over again, and Hermione had tilted her notebook and was jotting things down. Neither made eye contact with the other.
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*Heh heh… Joanne Rowling… this is just for giggles, won't affect plot…
A/N: Hey, another chap up! I wonder how long this will be... I'm prob not adding more to my other stories until I finish this one so hold tight! And thanks to my loooooooovely reviewers!
lydia--aw, they shud! thanks very much
Nick--yes, yes, just my creative genius... not... thanks
kristina--im not sure which harry part u mean, but thanks lots
lydia (again)--yes, ull find out in time.... thanku!
j.j.Alan--u will find out... soon, very soon... thanks lots i appreciate!
Thayet--i needed to do that 4 the story 2 work. o, i dont remember that from the 1st book. thanks... i think i may...
mrunmayee--wow wow thanks! very flattering! just write about something that appeals 2 u, and if ppl like it, thats cool! cant wait to read what u write~do u have a pen name?
Mione G--one of fav reviewers! thanks so much!!!
Mrs.Amanda Malfoy--im glad u enjoy so much... y say sorry? ty!