Chapter 4 "Complicated"
Luck Run Dry
I am SOOOOOO sorry! I promised an update on Fridays, and it is SATURDAY!?!?! BAD AUTHOR! BAD! BAD! Just pretend that it is Friday, ok? Just think, 1 less day to wait for the next chapter!
I just want to tell you all that these things all are happening at the same time. Like they all left at the same time and they all started at the same time. ALL THESE THINGS HAPPEN AT THE SAME TIME AS THE OTHER PEOPLE! Just thought that would clear up a couple things! Read and Review, NOW!
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"Harry... Harry... HARRY!" Uncle Vernon bellowed.
"WHAT!?" Harry yelled back. Uncle Vernon had been going on about how he had met Petunia for the past ten minutes. He hated her now more then ever. He hated Uncle Vernon more then he ever thought he could. And when he began a detailed story on their honeymoon, Harry thought about throwing himself out of the open window.
"We need to stop"
"Why?"
"Why do you think, you stupid boy!"
A pit stop? Harry couldn't believe his rotten luck. Maybe Hermione wasn't worth this hell. NO! Hermione was worth this and two round trips to the deepest fathoms of hell. He continued to repeat this in his head until his Uncle's nagging voice interrupted. "Boy, if you do not pull into a diner, I will strangle you from where I sit!" He roared.
Harry had to comply. He hadn't seen anyone else pass him, so he guessed that he had two minutes to spare. He pulled into the nearest gas station and parked in front of the store. Vernon quickly ran in while Harry waited in the car. He was humming to himself and thinking of Hermione when a duck fell onto the roof of his car...
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"I never thought that anyone would ever be nice to me. I mean, I have nothing really to offer. I am fat, clumsy, and I never do anything right! But this girl, she liked me for who I am. She is always helping me and telling me that I will get it right sometime or another." Neville explained.
"Well Neville, she sounds like a real doll. I am sure that she would love a boy like you." Mum Maureen said to Neville.
"But you don't understand! There are three other guys after her!"
"Three other men!? This girl must be something else." Said a man in a gray suit who was next to Mum Maureen.
"She is! She is the most wonderful person that I have ever met! She is EXTREMELY smart, funny, helpful, and just a great joy to be around."
"You are a lucky man to have found a girl like that!" the man said.
Neville looked at him and smiled. He looked at Mum Maureen and smiled again. "You're right. I am lucky." He said.
"What is her name?" Asked a little girl, holding her mother's hand.
"Hermione." He responded.
"So, why are you here?" Asked a middle aged woman two seats down from the man in the suit.
"Well, we were all on are way home from our school that we go to, and I was with her and my two other friends who are also in love with Hermione. We also met our enemy. He is the most evil scum in the universe, and he also is in love with Hermione."
There was a large gasp from the five people who were attentively listening to Neville. He continued to tell his tale of woe as the train rolled on, stop after stop, people boarded the train and Neville continued to tell about Hermione.
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Ron was still hanging from his broom as it was zipping through the clouds. He couldn't hold on much longer, so he tried to climb back on again. He swung back and forth until he was able to put one leg on the broom. It was progress. He held on tightly and pulled his weight onto the handle. He did it! He was back on. Smiling, Ron leaned forward and his Firebolt went full speed. He had lost a lot of time and now he was going to make up for it. "Must look out for those damned ducks!" He said to himself. He continued on for thirty-two uneventful minutes. Not a duck, goose, or any sort of bird in sight. He turned around to check his progress. So far so good. He was still above the road to Kingston, above Harry, Neville, and Draco. He knew he was going to win. SMASH!!!!!!!!!!! This time, Ron's whole body ached. He had hit a solid wall. How was that possible? His broom broke into tiny splinters as he was grabbed by a pair of hands and pulled into whatever he had hit.
"Charles, we have hit a young man! I can't believe it! He was on the air, somehow, and he ran into our chopper! I am bringing him down." Said a woman's voice. Ron didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to know what a chopped was. He just wanted to continue on his way. He didn't think that was going to happen though. He slowly opened one eye and stared into two hazel ones.
"Oh my God. You're alive? How is this possible?" She asked as she supported Ron's head with her hands. Ron only smiled. He saw Hermione everywhere now. She was over him, around him and on him. He was dreaming. A dazed smile crossed his face as he thought about her. "Amy, is he alright?" asked a man's voice from far away.
"Yes, he has is eyes opened, he is also smiling. I wonder what he was doing. I bet he was parachuting, without a parachute. Silly teens. They get crazier every generation, I swear it to you, Charles. If Hannah ever acts like this, she will never be able to go out into public, ever." Said the lady again. That would be his excuse. He was parshooting without a parshot. He sat up and looked around. This was an odd room. He was also still flying.
"Are you alright, boy?" Asked the man.
"Yeah, um, where are we going?"
"We are landing, you need to see a doctor."
"No, I am fine, really. But do you think that you could do me a favor?"
"Sure, son, we are terribly sorry that we hit you. Where did your parachute go?"
"My parshoot, it, er... fell off." He hoped that his excuse seemed reasonable. What if a parshoot was a living creature?
"Oh, those things aren't made the way they used to. Sure, where are you going?" The lady asked. She put a hand on his head and neck and began checking for bruises.
"I am going to Kingston, for a... err... reunion."
"Oh, sure. Just sit back. That is on the way to where we were going." Said the man in the front.
"I'm Charles, this is my wife, Amy." He said.
"Ron." He stared out the window of the 'chopper' and searched for his broom. It was a present from Bill and he was terribly sad to see it go. Gryffindor had won many a match with that broom. He sighed, maybe now he wouldn't hit anything.
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Draco was still watching the signs that told him that he was on the right way to Kingston. The two men in the front had no idea that a magical wizard-dog was sitting in their trunk, so all was well. Draco closed his eyes for a little bit. He needed to be rested in case he had to start running again. He was just starting to relax when he smelled the putrid aroma of bad oil and the sound of a rusty motor. He opened his eyes to see a rusting blue truck speeding towards him. He wondered how a muggle vehicle as foul as that one could go so fast, but when he was the large letters 'Roy's Pound Service' written in bold yellow letters on the front, he began to worry. Now what was he supposed to do? The old pile of blue metal was coming closer, and Draco's ride wasn't going any faster. He had one choice. He picked up his wand in his mouth and jumped off the truck and started tumbling across the street. He looked over his shoulder at where the truck should have been. A red car was coming right towards him, honking its horn and pressing on the break. The car stopped only inches from his legs. Playing dead was not an option at this moment, but it seemed like a pretty good idea. But before Draco could think of another plan, a young woman came out of the car and bent down over him.
"Oh no. I've killed the wee dog." She said with a heavy Irish accent. She had long brown hair and brilliant green eyes, freckles were abundant all over her body, like splattered paint. She was rather pretty.
The fat oaf known as 'Roy' was running over to them.
"Move aside miss, this one is probably a rabid lil' brute." The man grabbed Draco by the fur and started to pick him up. Draco let out the most blood rushing yelp, which had no effect on Roy, but worked miracles on the Irish girl.
"Don't do that! Yer hurtin' 'im!" She screamed as she wrapped her arms around Draco. She pulled him towards her and cradled him in her arms. This was perfect. Roy looked at them and huffed.
"Miss, hand over the mutt, he needs to go to the shelter."
"Do ya think I'm stupid, sir? I know what they do to these poor wee lads. They kill 'em! No, ya can't 'ave 'im." With that, she helped Draco stand up. He looked at her and back at Roy. A smirk played across his face as he went back to the front of the car and picked his wand up off the ground and trotted into the open top car. He put his paws over the side of the car and started wagging his tail.
"See, that don't look like a rabid beast. Common, dog, we're gonna go now." She went back to her car and got in the front seat. Draco smiled as the car started and Roy slowly went out of view.
"I'm keeping my eye on you, mutt!" He yelled from the distance. Draco laughed. What an idiot.
"Me name is Sheila, I think yer name should be, err... Spud! I'll name ya Spud."
Draco rolled his eyes. He didn't care anymore. He just enjoyed the feeling of the wind blowing past him. It wasn't nearly as exciting as a broom, but it would do. Sheila wasn't half bad herself.
'Kingston 26 miles'
Draco smiled again. He was still on the right track.
Alright, another chapter up! So you all like it? I am glad! Please, now all of you who haven't, press the little gray button at the bottom and write something, ANYTHING! PLEASE!
EaRtHaNgEl831~Thanks again! You make me very happy! Of course! I have 8 other stories that you can check out. They are all kind of stupid, but they are something to pass the time with! I wrote all of those when I was young and stupid. Can't tell you if it is Hermione/Harry! I feel so evil, keeping this big secret to myself!! Ha ha ha......
Dorothy Morris~ Thanks! Don't keep from laughing! Just laugh out loud, you lose calories by laughing! Yeah, Draco had to get hurt somehow. They all do, eventually. Oh, I thought I had put it in the story, well, Charlie or Bill give Ron his Firebolt. Thanks again for reading and reviewing!
The Brainy Twin~ Well, I will defiantly update! Every Friday! So check back! It is funny what happens, you will see. Keep coming back! Thanks again!
Eliza~ Thanks for the review, AGAIN! I actually thought about having Draco pay a visit to the pound. You will have to see if I put it in or not! Of course I know what happens next! You will soon! Thanks for being a loyal reader.
Ashley~ Thanks for reviewing! Post 2 more chapters? I can't! It just wouldn't be evil enough of me to post a double whammy! Sorry! But don't let that stop you from reading! I have a bunch of other fics! Just go to the little blue letters that say 'Birdie' at the top of this page, click, and WHAM! There is a list of all 8 fics. I suggest 'Songfics for the saplover's enjoyment' if you are into sap, or 'The day the world ended' for insane fics. Just try them! If you don't like them, you can flame em! I dare you!
Panda me~ Lol. Thanks for reviewing! Yeah, I felt bad for the duck too. Even in this chapter he was still getting beaten!
Luck Run Dry
I am SOOOOOO sorry! I promised an update on Fridays, and it is SATURDAY!?!?! BAD AUTHOR! BAD! BAD! Just pretend that it is Friday, ok? Just think, 1 less day to wait for the next chapter!
I just want to tell you all that these things all are happening at the same time. Like they all left at the same time and they all started at the same time. ALL THESE THINGS HAPPEN AT THE SAME TIME AS THE OTHER PEOPLE! Just thought that would clear up a couple things! Read and Review, NOW!
~#~#~#~#~
"Harry... Harry... HARRY!" Uncle Vernon bellowed.
"WHAT!?" Harry yelled back. Uncle Vernon had been going on about how he had met Petunia for the past ten minutes. He hated her now more then ever. He hated Uncle Vernon more then he ever thought he could. And when he began a detailed story on their honeymoon, Harry thought about throwing himself out of the open window.
"We need to stop"
"Why?"
"Why do you think, you stupid boy!"
A pit stop? Harry couldn't believe his rotten luck. Maybe Hermione wasn't worth this hell. NO! Hermione was worth this and two round trips to the deepest fathoms of hell. He continued to repeat this in his head until his Uncle's nagging voice interrupted. "Boy, if you do not pull into a diner, I will strangle you from where I sit!" He roared.
Harry had to comply. He hadn't seen anyone else pass him, so he guessed that he had two minutes to spare. He pulled into the nearest gas station and parked in front of the store. Vernon quickly ran in while Harry waited in the car. He was humming to himself and thinking of Hermione when a duck fell onto the roof of his car...
~%~%~%~%~
"I never thought that anyone would ever be nice to me. I mean, I have nothing really to offer. I am fat, clumsy, and I never do anything right! But this girl, she liked me for who I am. She is always helping me and telling me that I will get it right sometime or another." Neville explained.
"Well Neville, she sounds like a real doll. I am sure that she would love a boy like you." Mum Maureen said to Neville.
"But you don't understand! There are three other guys after her!"
"Three other men!? This girl must be something else." Said a man in a gray suit who was next to Mum Maureen.
"She is! She is the most wonderful person that I have ever met! She is EXTREMELY smart, funny, helpful, and just a great joy to be around."
"You are a lucky man to have found a girl like that!" the man said.
Neville looked at him and smiled. He looked at Mum Maureen and smiled again. "You're right. I am lucky." He said.
"What is her name?" Asked a little girl, holding her mother's hand.
"Hermione." He responded.
"So, why are you here?" Asked a middle aged woman two seats down from the man in the suit.
"Well, we were all on are way home from our school that we go to, and I was with her and my two other friends who are also in love with Hermione. We also met our enemy. He is the most evil scum in the universe, and he also is in love with Hermione."
There was a large gasp from the five people who were attentively listening to Neville. He continued to tell his tale of woe as the train rolled on, stop after stop, people boarded the train and Neville continued to tell about Hermione.
~^~^~^~^~
Ron was still hanging from his broom as it was zipping through the clouds. He couldn't hold on much longer, so he tried to climb back on again. He swung back and forth until he was able to put one leg on the broom. It was progress. He held on tightly and pulled his weight onto the handle. He did it! He was back on. Smiling, Ron leaned forward and his Firebolt went full speed. He had lost a lot of time and now he was going to make up for it. "Must look out for those damned ducks!" He said to himself. He continued on for thirty-two uneventful minutes. Not a duck, goose, or any sort of bird in sight. He turned around to check his progress. So far so good. He was still above the road to Kingston, above Harry, Neville, and Draco. He knew he was going to win. SMASH!!!!!!!!!!! This time, Ron's whole body ached. He had hit a solid wall. How was that possible? His broom broke into tiny splinters as he was grabbed by a pair of hands and pulled into whatever he had hit.
"Charles, we have hit a young man! I can't believe it! He was on the air, somehow, and he ran into our chopper! I am bringing him down." Said a woman's voice. Ron didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to know what a chopped was. He just wanted to continue on his way. He didn't think that was going to happen though. He slowly opened one eye and stared into two hazel ones.
"Oh my God. You're alive? How is this possible?" She asked as she supported Ron's head with her hands. Ron only smiled. He saw Hermione everywhere now. She was over him, around him and on him. He was dreaming. A dazed smile crossed his face as he thought about her. "Amy, is he alright?" asked a man's voice from far away.
"Yes, he has is eyes opened, he is also smiling. I wonder what he was doing. I bet he was parachuting, without a parachute. Silly teens. They get crazier every generation, I swear it to you, Charles. If Hannah ever acts like this, she will never be able to go out into public, ever." Said the lady again. That would be his excuse. He was parshooting without a parshot. He sat up and looked around. This was an odd room. He was also still flying.
"Are you alright, boy?" Asked the man.
"Yeah, um, where are we going?"
"We are landing, you need to see a doctor."
"No, I am fine, really. But do you think that you could do me a favor?"
"Sure, son, we are terribly sorry that we hit you. Where did your parachute go?"
"My parshoot, it, er... fell off." He hoped that his excuse seemed reasonable. What if a parshoot was a living creature?
"Oh, those things aren't made the way they used to. Sure, where are you going?" The lady asked. She put a hand on his head and neck and began checking for bruises.
"I am going to Kingston, for a... err... reunion."
"Oh, sure. Just sit back. That is on the way to where we were going." Said the man in the front.
"I'm Charles, this is my wife, Amy." He said.
"Ron." He stared out the window of the 'chopper' and searched for his broom. It was a present from Bill and he was terribly sad to see it go. Gryffindor had won many a match with that broom. He sighed, maybe now he wouldn't hit anything.
~&~&~&~&~
Draco was still watching the signs that told him that he was on the right way to Kingston. The two men in the front had no idea that a magical wizard-dog was sitting in their trunk, so all was well. Draco closed his eyes for a little bit. He needed to be rested in case he had to start running again. He was just starting to relax when he smelled the putrid aroma of bad oil and the sound of a rusty motor. He opened his eyes to see a rusting blue truck speeding towards him. He wondered how a muggle vehicle as foul as that one could go so fast, but when he was the large letters 'Roy's Pound Service' written in bold yellow letters on the front, he began to worry. Now what was he supposed to do? The old pile of blue metal was coming closer, and Draco's ride wasn't going any faster. He had one choice. He picked up his wand in his mouth and jumped off the truck and started tumbling across the street. He looked over his shoulder at where the truck should have been. A red car was coming right towards him, honking its horn and pressing on the break. The car stopped only inches from his legs. Playing dead was not an option at this moment, but it seemed like a pretty good idea. But before Draco could think of another plan, a young woman came out of the car and bent down over him.
"Oh no. I've killed the wee dog." She said with a heavy Irish accent. She had long brown hair and brilliant green eyes, freckles were abundant all over her body, like splattered paint. She was rather pretty.
The fat oaf known as 'Roy' was running over to them.
"Move aside miss, this one is probably a rabid lil' brute." The man grabbed Draco by the fur and started to pick him up. Draco let out the most blood rushing yelp, which had no effect on Roy, but worked miracles on the Irish girl.
"Don't do that! Yer hurtin' 'im!" She screamed as she wrapped her arms around Draco. She pulled him towards her and cradled him in her arms. This was perfect. Roy looked at them and huffed.
"Miss, hand over the mutt, he needs to go to the shelter."
"Do ya think I'm stupid, sir? I know what they do to these poor wee lads. They kill 'em! No, ya can't 'ave 'im." With that, she helped Draco stand up. He looked at her and back at Roy. A smirk played across his face as he went back to the front of the car and picked his wand up off the ground and trotted into the open top car. He put his paws over the side of the car and started wagging his tail.
"See, that don't look like a rabid beast. Common, dog, we're gonna go now." She went back to her car and got in the front seat. Draco smiled as the car started and Roy slowly went out of view.
"I'm keeping my eye on you, mutt!" He yelled from the distance. Draco laughed. What an idiot.
"Me name is Sheila, I think yer name should be, err... Spud! I'll name ya Spud."
Draco rolled his eyes. He didn't care anymore. He just enjoyed the feeling of the wind blowing past him. It wasn't nearly as exciting as a broom, but it would do. Sheila wasn't half bad herself.
'Kingston 26 miles'
Draco smiled again. He was still on the right track.
Alright, another chapter up! So you all like it? I am glad! Please, now all of you who haven't, press the little gray button at the bottom and write something, ANYTHING! PLEASE!
EaRtHaNgEl831~Thanks again! You make me very happy! Of course! I have 8 other stories that you can check out. They are all kind of stupid, but they are something to pass the time with! I wrote all of those when I was young and stupid. Can't tell you if it is Hermione/Harry! I feel so evil, keeping this big secret to myself!! Ha ha ha......
Dorothy Morris~ Thanks! Don't keep from laughing! Just laugh out loud, you lose calories by laughing! Yeah, Draco had to get hurt somehow. They all do, eventually. Oh, I thought I had put it in the story, well, Charlie or Bill give Ron his Firebolt. Thanks again for reading and reviewing!
The Brainy Twin~ Well, I will defiantly update! Every Friday! So check back! It is funny what happens, you will see. Keep coming back! Thanks again!
Eliza~ Thanks for the review, AGAIN! I actually thought about having Draco pay a visit to the pound. You will have to see if I put it in or not! Of course I know what happens next! You will soon! Thanks for being a loyal reader.
Ashley~ Thanks for reviewing! Post 2 more chapters? I can't! It just wouldn't be evil enough of me to post a double whammy! Sorry! But don't let that stop you from reading! I have a bunch of other fics! Just go to the little blue letters that say 'Birdie' at the top of this page, click, and WHAM! There is a list of all 8 fics. I suggest 'Songfics for the saplover's enjoyment' if you are into sap, or 'The day the world ended' for insane fics. Just try them! If you don't like them, you can flame em! I dare you!
Panda me~ Lol. Thanks for reviewing! Yeah, I felt bad for the duck too. Even in this chapter he was still getting beaten!