Here's the next instalment of Hermione's summertime, though I'm not sure if
anyone's actually reading it. Oh well!
Disclaimer: It's all J.K's.
Chapter two
By the next morning Hermione had simmered down slightly, but was still very annoyed. She wasn't sure who she mad at, and came to the conclusion that she was mad at a variety of people for very silly reasons- her parents; for being Muggles and dentists, herself; for being a Muggle-born, her cousins; for coming to visit, her aunt and uncle; for not taking their kids on holiday with them, Ron; for being part of a big Wizard family and knowing everything that's going on, and for not writing to her yet so that she can write to him and Harry and tell them what's going on before Luke and Daphne arrived, and mad at Harry for the same reason, though minus the part about a large Wizarding family. When she was dressed, Hermione went downstairs to the kitchen, where she found her mother making toast. "Hello Hermione." Joanne said quietly, as if afraid speaking loudly would set Hermione off again. Hermione sat down at the table as her dad walked in. "Mum, Dad," Hermione started hesitantly. Then it all came out in a rush; "I'm sorry I acted so weird yesterday, it's just that I really didn't expect to have to spend all summer being so cut off. Anyway, there was no excuse for what I did, so I hope that you're OK with that and that you forgive me, and that." "Hermione." Her Dad interrupted, sitting down opposite her. "You're waffling." He told her with a grin. Hermione grinned back, feeling a lot better, but the next second was brought back down to Earth with a painful THUMP. Her Dad had gone as white as a sheet and was staring at her teeth. Too late, Hermione remembered and quickly stopped smiling. "I can't believe you did it." Her dad said, clearly in actual disbelief. Hermione swallowed. "Dad." She started. Her Mum came over to the table looking curious. "What?" She asked. Hermione's dad answered before she got a chance. "Your. Daughter. Has. Shrunk. Her. Teeth." He said, his voice trembling with barely suppressed rage. Joanne gasped and stared at Hermione. "What?" She said. Hermione swallowed again. This was not the way they were meant to have found out. "How could you Hermione? After everything we told you about how important your teeth are and how you should not use magic on." "It's not dangerous mum, honestly!" Hermione interrupted her mother. She didn't like the way her parents spoke about magic as if it was something not to be mixed with anything. Hermione chanced a glance at her dad, who was now red with trying not to blow up. "Honestly dad!" She insisted. "And it wasn't planned, you see, there was this curse that hit me and my teeth grew to down past my collar, so they had to be shrunk and I thought that, well, seeing as I'd be shrinking them anyway, that it wouldn't matter if." "I DON'T CARE IF YOUR TEETH HAD TURNED GREEN! MAGIC AND TEETH DO NOT MIX!" Ben suddenly bellowed. Hermione shrank back in her chair, knowing that nothing she could say right now would calm down her parents. They were obstinately proud of their profession and she knew that they felt betrayed by her use of magic on her teeth. So she sat there and took it. It went on for what seemed like hours. Ben yelled until his face was closer to purple than red, and when he had to go to work, Joanne took over. Her methods were subtler than her husband's. She didn't yell- she just spoke quietly for close on an hour about how much they had gone through to do everything they could for their only child and how they had never imagined that she would be so disloyal. When it seemed like her mother had no more to say, Hermione went upstairs to her room and collapsed on her bed. Although Hermione felt bad that her parents felt bad, she didn't dwell on it for too long. They would get over it eventually and she had more important things to worry about- like her cousins coming to her house the next day. How was she going to stay in touch with Harry and Ron? There was no way that she *couldn't*- not with everything happening right now. Hermione was still lying on her bed half an hour later when she heard a sharp tapping noise on her bedroom window. Her head snapped up to see Pigwidgeon fluttering outside with a couple of letters tied to his leg. Hermione had never been so glad to see Pig and she hurried to open the window for him. Pig swooped in and, using his free leg to shake them off, dropped the letters on her bedside table, hooting happily. Hermione was walking across the room to retrieve them when the idea hit her. She stood still for a couple of seconds, going over the finer details in her mind, and then, finally decided, she picked up the letters and sat down with them at her desk. One was addressed to Harry, which Hermione placed to one side as she opened her own letter.
Hermione, How are you? I don't know what the weather's like in London, but it's pouring down in Ottery St. Catchpole. But being stuck indoors has it's upside- I get to walk around proudly wearing my spew badge for all to see. My Dad says hardly anyone believes him and Dumbledore, so things at the Ministry are really great. (Sarcasm). I don't know how Harry is because I'm sending him a letter the same time as you- if Pig delivers yours first then don't read it- it includes an ongoing discussion about how we think we should turn your hair green and stick you to the wall of the Great Hall during breakfast on April Fool's Day. Ron.
Hermione rolled her eyes and placed it to one side. It was such a typical 'Ron' letter- full of jokes and sarcasm but with a really serious line casually thrown in. Hermione picked up a piece of paper and began to write a reply.
Dear Ron, Thanks for your letter- I am so glad that you wrote to me so soon because I have something really important to say; DO NOT SEND ME LETTERS DURING THE DAY. I know this may seem strange, but my cousins are staying with me as of tomorrow, and as they don't know anything about Hogwarts it would not be clever to receive letters by owl. I've come up with a way to still get letters though- send them at night. I'll leave any letters I happen to write on my desk, and then Hedwig can bring any letters that you and Harry write. I think it would be best if Hedwig did it- she's really smart and, I'm not saying Pig isn't, but he makes too much noise- it'll wake everyone up. Anyway, I'm sorry to hear about the ministry- I hope your father and Percy are all right. Please let me know if anything major happens- I'm going to have to cancel my subscription to the Daily Prophet while my cousins are here, so I'll be totally cut off. I won't even be able to do my homework for another SIX WEEKS! On a lighter note, my parents noticed my teeth earlier on, so now they're not speaking to me. Love from Hermione.
Hermione folded the letter, wrote 'Ron' on it and put it to one side. Taking another piece of paper, she wrote a very similar letter to Harry.
Dear Harry, I'm sending this with Pig because I have something urgent to say that can't wait until you write to me. DO NOT SEND ME LETTERS DURING THE DAY. I know this sounds weird, but my cousins Daphne and Luke are staying with us as of tomorrow and of course they don't know about Hogwarts. Therefore, I can't go receiving letters delivered by owl- how on earth would I explain it? But at night time, I think it would be all right. I'll leave my window open and put my letters to you and Ron on my desk. Hedwig's smart- she'll be able to pick them up and drop off your letters, but it might be safer if Ron delivered his letters to me via you and Hedwig, because Pig would probably wake everyone up. Anyway, how is your summer going so far? My mum and dad noticed my teeth earlier on- it was havoc. I don't think they're speaking to me. I'm alright apart from that, but of course I'm annoyed I won't be able to do my homework while my cousins are here. Don't get me wrong- it's lovely to see them again, it's just that it's very annoying to have to be on red-alert no speaking about magic all the time. It's bad enough being cut off from our world for so long- as you know. I even have to cancel my subscription to the Daily Prophet! Love from Hemione.
Hermione wrote 'Harry' on this letter and beckoned Pig down to the desk. She tied the letters she had written and Ron's letter for Harry onto Pig's leg as best she could, said goodbye to him, as she wouldn't be seeing him for a month and a half, and watched him fly out of the window. Hermione sighed. Why did being a Muggle-born have to be so complicated?
Sorry this took so long! Please review!
Disclaimer: It's all J.K's.
Chapter two
By the next morning Hermione had simmered down slightly, but was still very annoyed. She wasn't sure who she mad at, and came to the conclusion that she was mad at a variety of people for very silly reasons- her parents; for being Muggles and dentists, herself; for being a Muggle-born, her cousins; for coming to visit, her aunt and uncle; for not taking their kids on holiday with them, Ron; for being part of a big Wizard family and knowing everything that's going on, and for not writing to her yet so that she can write to him and Harry and tell them what's going on before Luke and Daphne arrived, and mad at Harry for the same reason, though minus the part about a large Wizarding family. When she was dressed, Hermione went downstairs to the kitchen, where she found her mother making toast. "Hello Hermione." Joanne said quietly, as if afraid speaking loudly would set Hermione off again. Hermione sat down at the table as her dad walked in. "Mum, Dad," Hermione started hesitantly. Then it all came out in a rush; "I'm sorry I acted so weird yesterday, it's just that I really didn't expect to have to spend all summer being so cut off. Anyway, there was no excuse for what I did, so I hope that you're OK with that and that you forgive me, and that." "Hermione." Her Dad interrupted, sitting down opposite her. "You're waffling." He told her with a grin. Hermione grinned back, feeling a lot better, but the next second was brought back down to Earth with a painful THUMP. Her Dad had gone as white as a sheet and was staring at her teeth. Too late, Hermione remembered and quickly stopped smiling. "I can't believe you did it." Her dad said, clearly in actual disbelief. Hermione swallowed. "Dad." She started. Her Mum came over to the table looking curious. "What?" She asked. Hermione's dad answered before she got a chance. "Your. Daughter. Has. Shrunk. Her. Teeth." He said, his voice trembling with barely suppressed rage. Joanne gasped and stared at Hermione. "What?" She said. Hermione swallowed again. This was not the way they were meant to have found out. "How could you Hermione? After everything we told you about how important your teeth are and how you should not use magic on." "It's not dangerous mum, honestly!" Hermione interrupted her mother. She didn't like the way her parents spoke about magic as if it was something not to be mixed with anything. Hermione chanced a glance at her dad, who was now red with trying not to blow up. "Honestly dad!" She insisted. "And it wasn't planned, you see, there was this curse that hit me and my teeth grew to down past my collar, so they had to be shrunk and I thought that, well, seeing as I'd be shrinking them anyway, that it wouldn't matter if." "I DON'T CARE IF YOUR TEETH HAD TURNED GREEN! MAGIC AND TEETH DO NOT MIX!" Ben suddenly bellowed. Hermione shrank back in her chair, knowing that nothing she could say right now would calm down her parents. They were obstinately proud of their profession and she knew that they felt betrayed by her use of magic on her teeth. So she sat there and took it. It went on for what seemed like hours. Ben yelled until his face was closer to purple than red, and when he had to go to work, Joanne took over. Her methods were subtler than her husband's. She didn't yell- she just spoke quietly for close on an hour about how much they had gone through to do everything they could for their only child and how they had never imagined that she would be so disloyal. When it seemed like her mother had no more to say, Hermione went upstairs to her room and collapsed on her bed. Although Hermione felt bad that her parents felt bad, she didn't dwell on it for too long. They would get over it eventually and she had more important things to worry about- like her cousins coming to her house the next day. How was she going to stay in touch with Harry and Ron? There was no way that she *couldn't*- not with everything happening right now. Hermione was still lying on her bed half an hour later when she heard a sharp tapping noise on her bedroom window. Her head snapped up to see Pigwidgeon fluttering outside with a couple of letters tied to his leg. Hermione had never been so glad to see Pig and she hurried to open the window for him. Pig swooped in and, using his free leg to shake them off, dropped the letters on her bedside table, hooting happily. Hermione was walking across the room to retrieve them when the idea hit her. She stood still for a couple of seconds, going over the finer details in her mind, and then, finally decided, she picked up the letters and sat down with them at her desk. One was addressed to Harry, which Hermione placed to one side as she opened her own letter.
Hermione, How are you? I don't know what the weather's like in London, but it's pouring down in Ottery St. Catchpole. But being stuck indoors has it's upside- I get to walk around proudly wearing my spew badge for all to see. My Dad says hardly anyone believes him and Dumbledore, so things at the Ministry are really great. (Sarcasm). I don't know how Harry is because I'm sending him a letter the same time as you- if Pig delivers yours first then don't read it- it includes an ongoing discussion about how we think we should turn your hair green and stick you to the wall of the Great Hall during breakfast on April Fool's Day. Ron.
Hermione rolled her eyes and placed it to one side. It was such a typical 'Ron' letter- full of jokes and sarcasm but with a really serious line casually thrown in. Hermione picked up a piece of paper and began to write a reply.
Dear Ron, Thanks for your letter- I am so glad that you wrote to me so soon because I have something really important to say; DO NOT SEND ME LETTERS DURING THE DAY. I know this may seem strange, but my cousins are staying with me as of tomorrow, and as they don't know anything about Hogwarts it would not be clever to receive letters by owl. I've come up with a way to still get letters though- send them at night. I'll leave any letters I happen to write on my desk, and then Hedwig can bring any letters that you and Harry write. I think it would be best if Hedwig did it- she's really smart and, I'm not saying Pig isn't, but he makes too much noise- it'll wake everyone up. Anyway, I'm sorry to hear about the ministry- I hope your father and Percy are all right. Please let me know if anything major happens- I'm going to have to cancel my subscription to the Daily Prophet while my cousins are here, so I'll be totally cut off. I won't even be able to do my homework for another SIX WEEKS! On a lighter note, my parents noticed my teeth earlier on, so now they're not speaking to me. Love from Hermione.
Hermione folded the letter, wrote 'Ron' on it and put it to one side. Taking another piece of paper, she wrote a very similar letter to Harry.
Dear Harry, I'm sending this with Pig because I have something urgent to say that can't wait until you write to me. DO NOT SEND ME LETTERS DURING THE DAY. I know this sounds weird, but my cousins Daphne and Luke are staying with us as of tomorrow and of course they don't know about Hogwarts. Therefore, I can't go receiving letters delivered by owl- how on earth would I explain it? But at night time, I think it would be all right. I'll leave my window open and put my letters to you and Ron on my desk. Hedwig's smart- she'll be able to pick them up and drop off your letters, but it might be safer if Ron delivered his letters to me via you and Hedwig, because Pig would probably wake everyone up. Anyway, how is your summer going so far? My mum and dad noticed my teeth earlier on- it was havoc. I don't think they're speaking to me. I'm alright apart from that, but of course I'm annoyed I won't be able to do my homework while my cousins are here. Don't get me wrong- it's lovely to see them again, it's just that it's very annoying to have to be on red-alert no speaking about magic all the time. It's bad enough being cut off from our world for so long- as you know. I even have to cancel my subscription to the Daily Prophet! Love from Hemione.
Hermione wrote 'Harry' on this letter and beckoned Pig down to the desk. She tied the letters she had written and Ron's letter for Harry onto Pig's leg as best she could, said goodbye to him, as she wouldn't be seeing him for a month and a half, and watched him fly out of the window. Hermione sighed. Why did being a Muggle-born have to be so complicated?
Sorry this took so long! Please review!