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Chapter 13
Hermione woke up at ten o'clock the next morning. She sat up abruptly, "Ten o'clock?" She said breathlessly.
She hadn't ever slept that late, she turned her head and noticed that Ron was gone. She sighed and stood up, stretching her arms and legs.
Sunbeams shown through the window and flooded the room with a yellow-orange glow. Hermione smiled, it was a beautiful day already. A letter on her nightstand caught her eye, she sat back down on the bed and picked up the parchment. It was from Ginny and there was a second one from Harry.
Hermione,How are you? I hear Ron is over at your house. I'm sorry. Just don't kill him, that's my job. Well I just wanted to ask how you two were doing. The world hasn't crumbled yet, so I assume it's fine. Anyway, Ginny is here so I have to go,
See you,
-Harry
Hermione laughed and set the letter down. Picking up the one from Ginny.
Hermione,
I hope Ron isn't bothering you. Fred is talking to Harry right now. I have a feeling that something bad is happening. It's never good when Fred communicates with anyone other than George… it's not even good when they communicate with each other… So has Ron said anything to you yet? You have to tell me, okay? Just because he's my brother doesn't mean you don't tell me. So write back. I know something's happening. I can feel it. I have to go because Fred just left and I only have an hour left here before Harry's aunt and uncle come back.
Love you lots,
Ginny W.
She stood up again, carefully placing her weight on her good ankle and limped over to her dresser, pulling out a pair of dark blue jeans and a green tank top. She quickly dressed and walked into her bathroom to wash up and pull her hair into a ponytail. She groaned as locks fell down onto her cheeks. She found a few bobby pins and put them in her hair, holding back the stray strands.
Hermione then wandered back into her room, pushing a chair from her desk underneath a door in the ceiling. She climbed onto the chair and pulled the door open grabbing hold of the frame and pulling herself up. She managed to raise herself almost all the way in except for her legs. She squirmed trying to get in the rest of the way. Sudden someone grabbed her feet and started tickling her. She cried out in a fit of giggles and slipped from the attic.
She grabbed onto the frame again and dangled above the floor, preventing herself from falling. She looked down and glared at Ron, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Harassing you."
"Well I hope you enjoyed it."
"I did."
Hermione kicked her feet, "What did you do with the chair?"
"Moved it."
"Well, move it back!"
"Why?"
"Ron, I can't hang on forever."
"Yes you can."
"Ron! Help me down!"
Ron laughed and grabbed the chair allowing Hermione to rest her arms as her feet touched the chair.
Ron yawned, "So what were you doing?"
Hermione shrugged, "I just saw some things in the attic the other day that were familiar and I wanted to sift through them."
"Oh I see."
"Would you like to come look through stuff with me? I'm sure you would learn a thing or two about muggles. Or maybe we'll find something we both recognize. I bet you and I have more in common than you thought," she smiled him.
"Sure."
Hermione reached up again and pulled herself up. Ron climbed onto the chair and lifted her the rest of the way in. He reached up after her and raised himself in as well.
Hermione smiled and stood up. The ceiling was only an inch from her head and cobwebs were sticking to her hair. She reached above her and turned on a light. She squinted as the room lit up. Dust covered everything, a cracked mirror next to her made her jump. She saw Ron begin to stand up, "Oh! Ron no! Don't stand-"
THUNK!
"-up. Oh…" Hermione finished, bursting into laughter as Ron rubbed his head.
"What's so funny? I didn't laugh when you got hurt."
"Oh it's only a bump, don't whine."
Ron sulked and reached into a box of books, pulling out a piece paper, yellow from age, "'My Horrid Day' by Hermione Granger age seven." Ron looked at Hermione with amusement, sitting down on a dusty, red chair, "How can a seven-year-old have a 'horrid day'?"
"Obviously it's possible, Ron. I wouldn't have written it if it wasn't horrid."
"Do you remember it?"
"No."
"'My name is Hermione and I am having a horrid day," Ron began to read as Hermione pulled out an old white vial, "'Today I woke up and fell out of bed. I landed in a pile of smelly stuff.' I'd call that a fragment, 'Mione. And stuff is a really great describing word."
"Ron I was seven. I bet you couldn't even spell your name when you were seven."
"I'd win that bet."
"Prove it."
"I can't."
"Well then I win," Hermione said as she pulled out a ring box.
"'I can only assume that I had landed in my rabbits poop.'" Ron laughed, "I'm surprised you didn't call it feces."
"I didn't know that word then."
"I would have called it shit."
"Ron! Don't swear!"
"It's not swearing when it's actually something. Damn isn't anything so it's swearing. Shit is something. So it's not bad."
"Well I don't like it. Smart people can find more tasteful words to say. Swearing makes you sound uneducated."
"'Then I got on the bus for school and had to sit next to Lawrence. I hate Lawrence. He's mean and stupid,'" By now Ron had lifted his voice into a high falsetto trying to sound like Hermione at age seven, "'Not only does he steal my money and cheat off my spelling tests, he tied me to a tree yesterday with a jump rope. I was late for class and I was reprimanded my teacher. At lunch they served yesterdays chicken strips and for desert we got lumpy pudding. When I got home my mum told me my rabbit died, then I tripped walking up to my room and got a rug burn on my arm. All in all it was a horrid day,'" Ron shook his head, "Hermione… You certainly live a hard life."
However Hermione was not paying attention. Buried in the box she was going through was her mum's wedding dress, "Ron look! Isn't this lovely?"
"What is it?"
"A wedding gown. I suppose you marry in wedding robes. They're probably different, hmm?"
"Quite," Ron said noticing the low neckline and the lack of sleeves on the dress.
Hermione held the gown up to her and looked at herself in the mirror, "I hope I can fit into this when I get married."
Ron thought for a moment, trying to picture it, "I think it would look good."
Hermione blushed, "You're just saying that."
Ron rolled his eyes, "Hermione, have I ever 'just said' anything?"
Hermione thought for a moment, "I guess not."
"Then there you have it," Ron said rooting through the box he had found Hermione's old paper in. He pulled out a yellow book and opened up. The first words were "Our new baby." Ron turned the page and studied it;
Baby was named:
Hermione GrangerIdentifying marks:
Extremely beautifulReaction to the world:
Very curious, looked all around
Eye color:
Birth Six months One year
Dark blue Dark brown Dark brown
Hair Color:
Birth Six months One year
Chestnut brown Light brown Brown
Main Headline(s):
"The wreck of the Titanic is located 12,000 feet below the surface of the sea"
Ron looked at Hermione, "Is this a baby book?"
Hermione walked over to him carefully avoiding crates and boxes, and looked over his shoulder, "Yes, that's mine. Would you look at that…" She trailed off running her slender fingers over the book, "I haven't seen this in ages."
"I like the 'identifying marks.'"
Hermione read it and shook her head in amusement, "No one could have identified me with a description like that."
"I could."
Hermione blushed again, "Well they could have written, 'She has three freckles on her right arm that shape a triangle' that would have been better."
"You do?"
"The Weasley's aren't the only people with freckles."
Ron laughed, "Well, let's see them then."
Hermione sighed and pointed to the crook of her elbow. Three small dots formed a small triangle near her one of her vains.
"I'll be darned," He smirked at her, "Didn't swear."
She smiled and pulled the book out of his hand, "There's a lock of my hair in here."
Ron pulled Hermione down onto his lap, "I was looking at it first, you have to share."
Ron continued to read, "'A word about baby's first day home… first day very good. Second day, fussy in the morning but good the rest of the day.' So you weren't a morning person even then, eh, 'Mione?"
Hermione punched him playfully in the arm.
Ron laughed and read on, "'Can sit by herself for thirty minutes, maybe more if she doesn't get bored. First words, no, dada and car. First phrase, "Don't do that."' Yeah that's you alright." He smiled, "'Special personality; very social, loves to stare at bright colors, waves her arms and smile when she's happy, frowns then cries when she has a temper. She watches people she doesn't know.' Hermione, you're still like this, that's wicked. I wonder what I was like as a baby."
"You were probably fussy and threw up on the furniture all the time. But I bet you were very entertaining and ate all of your food." She smiled at him and winked.
Ron grinned, "Are you going to kiss me now?"
Hermione thought for a moment, "Mmm… no. I think I'll save that for Harry. I read one of your letters last night and you two seem to have a little fling. I'd almost call what you two do flirting."
Ron grabbed Hermione around her waist and tickled her, "I'll get you for that one!"
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I apologize for the lack of description, it's all dialogue I know. Sorry… I was almost afraid to make chapter 13 cause it's bad luck. Lol! Jk, tho I do have some neurotic tendencies like that. As if you really had to know….. READ and REVIEW peeps! Ttyl! Lyl!
~*~Lenny~*~
