Muggle Money
By Dragon-Chan
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of the characters to be mentioned in the written word of this story.
Hermione was up in the attic of her new flat, packing up all of her old school mementos, her wand, and all of her robes. This is going to be for the best. She thought to herself. Harry and Ron would never talk to me again if they found out that I had betrayed them. In her 7th year Hermione had told McGonagall the boys plans to attack He Who Must Not Be Named. McGonagall had gone straight to Dumbledore and both boys had been given a whole months detention and been restricted to the castle. Harry and Ron still think that Malfoy somehow found out and told on them.
A month after her graduation, Hermione had decided to move to the muggle world and give up magic. I bought this flat and enrolled to a local college. At least Mum and Daddy are happy. Her parents had been pleased that their daughter was now living what they considered a 'normal life.' As she put up her last box of robes, she muttered out loud. "Goodbye Magic." She stood up and walked out of the attic locking the door behind her. Now that that is done, might as well go buy some groceries. She went downstairs, grabbed her purse, and started to walk to the nearest grocery mart.
Once she had reached the market, she picked up one of the hand baskets and went about her shopping. As she walked up and down the isles, she picked up random items. A bag of cookies here, a jar of applesauce there. Once she reached the butcher's counter, she ordered a pound of beef. As she waited for her order, her mind flew back to her last couple of weeks at Hogwarts. After reporting to Professor McGonagall, she had avoided Harry and Ron. That is, until graduation. On the night of their graduation, Harry and Ron had confronted her about not talking to them. Once she was confronted by the sight of Harry's pleading green eyes and Ron's sad brown eyes, she know she was going to break down crying if this conversation continued, so, she ran. Harry. Ron. you guys were my best friends. She felt a gentle beating upon her shoulder and batted it away. When the tapping returned, she snapped out of her reverie, and turned around. "Miss, we've got your order ready." "Thank you." The young man with the cute Scottish accent walked away after handing her the pound of beef.
This is my first fanfic that I have ever written. Please Review. I am working on the next chapter and I will try to have it out asap. Thanks.
Dragon-Chan
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of the characters to be mentioned in the written word of this story.
Hermione was up in the attic of her new flat, packing up all of her old school mementos, her wand, and all of her robes. This is going to be for the best. She thought to herself. Harry and Ron would never talk to me again if they found out that I had betrayed them. In her 7th year Hermione had told McGonagall the boys plans to attack He Who Must Not Be Named. McGonagall had gone straight to Dumbledore and both boys had been given a whole months detention and been restricted to the castle. Harry and Ron still think that Malfoy somehow found out and told on them.
A month after her graduation, Hermione had decided to move to the muggle world and give up magic. I bought this flat and enrolled to a local college. At least Mum and Daddy are happy. Her parents had been pleased that their daughter was now living what they considered a 'normal life.' As she put up her last box of robes, she muttered out loud. "Goodbye Magic." She stood up and walked out of the attic locking the door behind her. Now that that is done, might as well go buy some groceries. She went downstairs, grabbed her purse, and started to walk to the nearest grocery mart.
Once she had reached the market, she picked up one of the hand baskets and went about her shopping. As she walked up and down the isles, she picked up random items. A bag of cookies here, a jar of applesauce there. Once she reached the butcher's counter, she ordered a pound of beef. As she waited for her order, her mind flew back to her last couple of weeks at Hogwarts. After reporting to Professor McGonagall, she had avoided Harry and Ron. That is, until graduation. On the night of their graduation, Harry and Ron had confronted her about not talking to them. Once she was confronted by the sight of Harry's pleading green eyes and Ron's sad brown eyes, she know she was going to break down crying if this conversation continued, so, she ran. Harry. Ron. you guys were my best friends. She felt a gentle beating upon her shoulder and batted it away. When the tapping returned, she snapped out of her reverie, and turned around. "Miss, we've got your order ready." "Thank you." The young man with the cute Scottish accent walked away after handing her the pound of beef.
This is my first fanfic that I have ever written. Please Review. I am working on the next chapter and I will try to have it out asap. Thanks.
Dragon-Chan