Hermione shakily walked down the train, and stopped dead when she heard
snatches of conversation.
'Poor Harry, yeah that's what I heard.'
'Do you mind if I sit here?' she said, pushing open the compartment door.
'Sure, sweetie.' Said a man with a thick American accent. 'Never been this close to a beautiful woman in awhile. All the other Blue Lighters are ugly, no ugly woman for me, yes sir!'
Hermione forced a chuckle, and tucked a strand of hair behind her eye, making sure the ring on her left hand caught the light.
'Oh.' Said the man. 'Sorry.'
Hermione sat down. 'So, I couldn't help hearing you talk about. . .'
'Oh yeah.' Said another blonde man. 'Harry, I feel for him, man.'
'What happened?' said Hermione, her eyes wide.
'They put him on the battle island off the coast of Hastings.'
'No.' said Hermione, weakly.
'Yeah.' Said the blonde. 'Why, you want his autograph?'
All four men laughed heartily.
'Hardly.' Said Hermione icily. 'This train is going to Hastings Island?'
'Yeah.' Said a chubby man from the corner. 'Are you Hermione Granger?'
'Yeah. . .' said Hermione confused.
'Hagrid left me this for you.' He said.
'How did he know I was here?' said Hermione.
He shrugged. 'Beats me.'
'Thanks.' Said Hermione taking the parcel. She turned it over in her hands, listening idly to their conversation.
'Yeah, I can't believe their sending us to the island.'
'I know.'
Hermione opened the parcel and shook out the contents. 'A Sister's uniform?' she said. 'What could I possibly do with this?'
The blonde man looked at it. 'My God. Every witch wants one of those.'
'Why?' asked Hermione.
'Well, most Dark wizards haven't sunk to the level of killing a Sister, and it'll get past most customs.'
'Wow. . .' said Hermione. Then she slipped it on, regardless of the four men in the compartment and walked out to find the other Sisters.
'And she walks out of my life, just like that.'
She heard this as she shut the door and smiled. Those idiots. She found a Sister walking down in the opposite direction.
'Oh, hi.' Said the Sister. 'You're new here.'
Hermione nodded and gulped. Please God, forgive me for lying.
'Well, come with me.'
As they walked down, they found another five Sisters. While Hermione walked, the Sister (Sister Christie, as she introduced herself) told her they were going to another carriage.
Dark cloaked wizards checked out each Sister as they walked past, and Hermione brushed back her hair nervously. 'Oy!' shouted one of the Dark men, and two Dark wizards, grabbed either side of her, and carried her away.
'What are you doing!' said Hermione furiously, kicking and trying to escape. 'I'm a Sister!' she struggled, and winced when one hit her sharply.
'Really?' sneered one. 'Then what's this?' Grabbing her left hand, he pointed out her wedding ring. Terrified, Hermione looked from her hand to the Dark wizard, and he dragged her along the aisle and literally threw her into the end baggage carriage.
'You'll get it!' he said, shaking his fist.
Hermione shook her head disbelieving and put out her hand. And when she flung it out, she hit flesh.
'Ouch!' squealed a female voice.
Hermione turned around and saw a long pair of fish-net stocking adorned legs. 'Oh my God!' she muttered and stepped back.
'What? Haven't you ever seen a pair of legs before, Hermione?' said the voice again.
A body came out of the shadows. Hermione gasped. It was Cho Chang.
She was wearing a Blue Light uniform, although the top was tightened and short, baring her midriff, the modest shorts were now hot pants, fish-net stockings and ankle boots with dangerously sharp high heels. Her lips were very red, glossy and pouty and her eyes were heavily outlined with black kohl.
'Cho?' said Hermione, a little flustered.
Cho laughed affectedly. 'Don't tell me you became a Sister?' she said, not in a flattering way.
'Oh, no!' said Hermione. She slipped it off abruptly. 'I'm a Blue Lighter. I disguised as one and got caught with this.' She raised her left hand.
'Ooh, whose the lucky man?' she said
Hermione looked away. 'Harry.'
Whatever Cho expected to hear, this was not it. Cho's face was practically contorted with shock. She hid it quickly, and fluffed up her hair.
Another voice came from the shadows. 'Hey, Cho.' It said sleepily. 'Are we there yet?'
'Not yet, Amber.' snapped Cho.
The voice groaned and the sound of a body flopping on a sack was heard.
'So, you're a. . . Blue Lighter?' asked Hermione hesitantly.
'Heaven's no!' said Cho, stretching her legs. 'I'm an entertainer.'
'Oh?' said Hermione raising an eyebrow.
'Think of those poor men, slaving away. They need entertainment, you know. So me and Amber travel around doing shows for them. But today when we were going to Hastings, the Dark wizards caught us and told us we were sleazy sluts and we had no right to come.' Said Cho, waving her hands expressively. 'I mean, can you believe the nerve?'
'It's - terrible!' said Hermione shrugging.
The train screeched to a halt. 'Quickly!' said Hermione, getting her wand and blasting a hole in the carriage wall.
'Why?' said Cho both stupidly and languidly.
Hermione sighed. 'We are going to escape, you stupid bimbo!' she said, finally losing it.
Cho chuckled. 'Oh really?' she leaned over and pinched Hermione cheek. 'You're so adorable!'
Slipping gracefully out the hole, Hermione looked at her retreating figure in shock. Grabbing Amber, and shoving her out, Hermione ran after them.
Cho and Amber soon rigged up and rickety platform and soon all the male attention was focused on them. Apparently, the men in these areas were on their break.
'C'mon, Hermione!' squealed Amber - similarly attired to Cho - , throwing up her hands and flicking her hair.
'No.' said Hermione, stepping back.
'No, come on Hermione, and stop being a brat!' hissed Cho, pulled her on the platform.
Standing awkwardly on the platform, Hermione caught sight of a young man with jet black hair. He pushed back his hair and turned around as if in slow motion.
Hermione gasped and her face broke into the first genuine smile in weeks.
Jumping off the platform and sliding by crowds of people, she found her eyes locked with eyes of bright green.
Leaping into his arms, he enveloped her in his strong arms, letting his canteen of water fall unheeded to the ground. Feeling tears skitter down her neck she looked up and kissed him softly, letting her hands run over his face as he held her closer, his arms about her waist. They finally pulled away, and Hermione ran her finger of his jaw line lightly, feeling the stubble which was beginning to grow.
'Silly,' she whispered. 'How long has it been since you shaved?'
A/N: Well who do you think it is? Reviews, please! Do not worry, 'tis not yet the end, far from really!
'Poor Harry, yeah that's what I heard.'
'Do you mind if I sit here?' she said, pushing open the compartment door.
'Sure, sweetie.' Said a man with a thick American accent. 'Never been this close to a beautiful woman in awhile. All the other Blue Lighters are ugly, no ugly woman for me, yes sir!'
Hermione forced a chuckle, and tucked a strand of hair behind her eye, making sure the ring on her left hand caught the light.
'Oh.' Said the man. 'Sorry.'
Hermione sat down. 'So, I couldn't help hearing you talk about. . .'
'Oh yeah.' Said another blonde man. 'Harry, I feel for him, man.'
'What happened?' said Hermione, her eyes wide.
'They put him on the battle island off the coast of Hastings.'
'No.' said Hermione, weakly.
'Yeah.' Said the blonde. 'Why, you want his autograph?'
All four men laughed heartily.
'Hardly.' Said Hermione icily. 'This train is going to Hastings Island?'
'Yeah.' Said a chubby man from the corner. 'Are you Hermione Granger?'
'Yeah. . .' said Hermione confused.
'Hagrid left me this for you.' He said.
'How did he know I was here?' said Hermione.
He shrugged. 'Beats me.'
'Thanks.' Said Hermione taking the parcel. She turned it over in her hands, listening idly to their conversation.
'Yeah, I can't believe their sending us to the island.'
'I know.'
Hermione opened the parcel and shook out the contents. 'A Sister's uniform?' she said. 'What could I possibly do with this?'
The blonde man looked at it. 'My God. Every witch wants one of those.'
'Why?' asked Hermione.
'Well, most Dark wizards haven't sunk to the level of killing a Sister, and it'll get past most customs.'
'Wow. . .' said Hermione. Then she slipped it on, regardless of the four men in the compartment and walked out to find the other Sisters.
'And she walks out of my life, just like that.'
She heard this as she shut the door and smiled. Those idiots. She found a Sister walking down in the opposite direction.
'Oh, hi.' Said the Sister. 'You're new here.'
Hermione nodded and gulped. Please God, forgive me for lying.
'Well, come with me.'
As they walked down, they found another five Sisters. While Hermione walked, the Sister (Sister Christie, as she introduced herself) told her they were going to another carriage.
Dark cloaked wizards checked out each Sister as they walked past, and Hermione brushed back her hair nervously. 'Oy!' shouted one of the Dark men, and two Dark wizards, grabbed either side of her, and carried her away.
'What are you doing!' said Hermione furiously, kicking and trying to escape. 'I'm a Sister!' she struggled, and winced when one hit her sharply.
'Really?' sneered one. 'Then what's this?' Grabbing her left hand, he pointed out her wedding ring. Terrified, Hermione looked from her hand to the Dark wizard, and he dragged her along the aisle and literally threw her into the end baggage carriage.
'You'll get it!' he said, shaking his fist.
Hermione shook her head disbelieving and put out her hand. And when she flung it out, she hit flesh.
'Ouch!' squealed a female voice.
Hermione turned around and saw a long pair of fish-net stocking adorned legs. 'Oh my God!' she muttered and stepped back.
'What? Haven't you ever seen a pair of legs before, Hermione?' said the voice again.
A body came out of the shadows. Hermione gasped. It was Cho Chang.
She was wearing a Blue Light uniform, although the top was tightened and short, baring her midriff, the modest shorts were now hot pants, fish-net stockings and ankle boots with dangerously sharp high heels. Her lips were very red, glossy and pouty and her eyes were heavily outlined with black kohl.
'Cho?' said Hermione, a little flustered.
Cho laughed affectedly. 'Don't tell me you became a Sister?' she said, not in a flattering way.
'Oh, no!' said Hermione. She slipped it off abruptly. 'I'm a Blue Lighter. I disguised as one and got caught with this.' She raised her left hand.
'Ooh, whose the lucky man?' she said
Hermione looked away. 'Harry.'
Whatever Cho expected to hear, this was not it. Cho's face was practically contorted with shock. She hid it quickly, and fluffed up her hair.
Another voice came from the shadows. 'Hey, Cho.' It said sleepily. 'Are we there yet?'
'Not yet, Amber.' snapped Cho.
The voice groaned and the sound of a body flopping on a sack was heard.
'So, you're a. . . Blue Lighter?' asked Hermione hesitantly.
'Heaven's no!' said Cho, stretching her legs. 'I'm an entertainer.'
'Oh?' said Hermione raising an eyebrow.
'Think of those poor men, slaving away. They need entertainment, you know. So me and Amber travel around doing shows for them. But today when we were going to Hastings, the Dark wizards caught us and told us we were sleazy sluts and we had no right to come.' Said Cho, waving her hands expressively. 'I mean, can you believe the nerve?'
'It's - terrible!' said Hermione shrugging.
The train screeched to a halt. 'Quickly!' said Hermione, getting her wand and blasting a hole in the carriage wall.
'Why?' said Cho both stupidly and languidly.
Hermione sighed. 'We are going to escape, you stupid bimbo!' she said, finally losing it.
Cho chuckled. 'Oh really?' she leaned over and pinched Hermione cheek. 'You're so adorable!'
Slipping gracefully out the hole, Hermione looked at her retreating figure in shock. Grabbing Amber, and shoving her out, Hermione ran after them.
Cho and Amber soon rigged up and rickety platform and soon all the male attention was focused on them. Apparently, the men in these areas were on their break.
'C'mon, Hermione!' squealed Amber - similarly attired to Cho - , throwing up her hands and flicking her hair.
'No.' said Hermione, stepping back.
'No, come on Hermione, and stop being a brat!' hissed Cho, pulled her on the platform.
Standing awkwardly on the platform, Hermione caught sight of a young man with jet black hair. He pushed back his hair and turned around as if in slow motion.
Hermione gasped and her face broke into the first genuine smile in weeks.
Jumping off the platform and sliding by crowds of people, she found her eyes locked with eyes of bright green.
Leaping into his arms, he enveloped her in his strong arms, letting his canteen of water fall unheeded to the ground. Feeling tears skitter down her neck she looked up and kissed him softly, letting her hands run over his face as he held her closer, his arms about her waist. They finally pulled away, and Hermione ran her finger of his jaw line lightly, feeling the stubble which was beginning to grow.
'Silly,' she whispered. 'How long has it been since you shaved?'
A/N: Well who do you think it is? Reviews, please! Do not worry, 'tis not yet the end, far from really!