~Chapter 3 - And Off We Go~
Hermione and her parents walked to their silver Sunfire Convertible, and jumped in. "So, Hermione, where does this Harry chap live?" "Um….Little Whitting, 4 Privet Drive."
"Alright, thanks," said her father as he revved up the engine.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*At 4 Privet Drive*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry sat in his room, nervously looking at his clock. He had all of his stuff packed. As Harry was seventeen, he decided that he wouldn't be coming back to live with his relations, the Dursley's. As his clock donned 9:45, he unplugged it and stuffed it in a bag he had for all of the stuff he left at the Dursley's during school. Harry walked downstairs. The Dursley's were scattered all over the house. Petunia was in the kitchen, cooking. Dudley was in the rec room, playing on his computer. And Veron was in the family room, reading the Saturday paper.
"Ahem," Harry cleared his throat. "Yes, boy?" inquired Veron. "As you know, I am leaving today, for a friends, but as school is done and in the WIZARDING world, seventeen is the age of which WIZARDS are allowed to do MAGIC, I will not be coming back. I have decided to get a job with the Ministry of MAGIC. I just wanted to say good-bye and thank you for taking, uh, such good care of me. Good-Bye." With that, Harry left the house forever. As he reached the outside, he whooped for joy. 'I'm finally Dursley free!!!'
[I]Va-Room[/I] Harry heard a car engine. 'Hermione' he thought. He nervously tried to fix his spiky black hair. A silver Sunfire came into view. In it was a handsome man, pretty woman, and a very sexy girl in the back. 'Wow! Who is *she*?' "Hey Harry!" said the sexy brunette. Harry looked at the girl, dumbstruck. "What's wrong?" she said, misunderstanding his look. "Don't you recognize me? Hermione? Your [I]best friend[/I]?" she emphasized [I]best friend[/I].
"Her-her-her-mione?" "Yes, silly." "Wow! I mean, you've changed." "As have you, although I think my change is the lack of 20 or so books." she laughed showing perfect, white teeth. It was true, though. Hermione [I]had[/I] changed. Her hair was silkier, longer and even straighter than it had been at Hogwarts. Her figure was curvier, her face was more pretty and mature than girlish. "Well, let's go. Ron's at the house…same as Heather…" and with that, they were off to the Granger residence.
Hermione and her parents walked to their silver Sunfire Convertible, and jumped in. "So, Hermione, where does this Harry chap live?" "Um….Little Whitting, 4 Privet Drive."
"Alright, thanks," said her father as he revved up the engine.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*At 4 Privet Drive*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry sat in his room, nervously looking at his clock. He had all of his stuff packed. As Harry was seventeen, he decided that he wouldn't be coming back to live with his relations, the Dursley's. As his clock donned 9:45, he unplugged it and stuffed it in a bag he had for all of the stuff he left at the Dursley's during school. Harry walked downstairs. The Dursley's were scattered all over the house. Petunia was in the kitchen, cooking. Dudley was in the rec room, playing on his computer. And Veron was in the family room, reading the Saturday paper.
"Ahem," Harry cleared his throat. "Yes, boy?" inquired Veron. "As you know, I am leaving today, for a friends, but as school is done and in the WIZARDING world, seventeen is the age of which WIZARDS are allowed to do MAGIC, I will not be coming back. I have decided to get a job with the Ministry of MAGIC. I just wanted to say good-bye and thank you for taking, uh, such good care of me. Good-Bye." With that, Harry left the house forever. As he reached the outside, he whooped for joy. 'I'm finally Dursley free!!!'
[I]Va-Room[/I] Harry heard a car engine. 'Hermione' he thought. He nervously tried to fix his spiky black hair. A silver Sunfire came into view. In it was a handsome man, pretty woman, and a very sexy girl in the back. 'Wow! Who is *she*?' "Hey Harry!" said the sexy brunette. Harry looked at the girl, dumbstruck. "What's wrong?" she said, misunderstanding his look. "Don't you recognize me? Hermione? Your [I]best friend[/I]?" she emphasized [I]best friend[/I].
"Her-her-her-mione?" "Yes, silly." "Wow! I mean, you've changed." "As have you, although I think my change is the lack of 20 or so books." she laughed showing perfect, white teeth. It was true, though. Hermione [I]had[/I] changed. Her hair was silkier, longer and even straighter than it had been at Hogwarts. Her figure was curvier, her face was more pretty and mature than girlish. "Well, let's go. Ron's at the house…same as Heather…" and with that, they were off to the Granger residence.