Without - Chapter 4
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"I have no time to finish this, no time at all!"
"Time is no object. Speaking of time, what time *is* it?"
"Eighty 'o' clock."
"There's no such thing."
"I thought you said time was no object?"
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After Sirius had left, Hermione decided to make herself lunch. She hadn't realized how hungry she had become until just now. She didn't feel like having a sandwich, or pasta, that was basically what she had everyday. A sandwich for lunch, and some kind of pasta for dinner. Except when she went to the Weasley's, of course. She opened the door to her small pantry and scanned the shelves for anything new to eat. Her eyes trailed over a bag of cookies, sugar, a box of popcorn, peanut butter, and a variety of other things when she saw a large box of pancake mix. She was never one to have pancakes at any other time other then the mornings, but what the heck? It couldn't hurt.
Hermione gathered together the things she would need to make her pancakes; milk, eggs, butter, etc. Hermione liked to cook the Muggle way, she felt as though there was more satisfaction in doing some things without the help of magic. Ron called her crazy, but she just brushed his words off. Ron was like that; lazy. But, Hermione thought, when he had to get something done, he would.
She watched the milky white batter sizzle lightly on the pan. When she was little she always found the worst part of making pancakes was the waiting. You just had to stand there and watch them cook, smelling the wonderful scent of the delicious pancakes that made your mouth water.
She decided to put away all her ingredients and pour herself a glass of milk. Once the pancakes were all cooked she slipped them onto a plate with a spatula and sat down at her kitchen table to enjoy her little treat. Hermione didn't like to much maple syrup on her pancakes, just a drop or two was fine for her. She remembered her days at Hogwarts when pancakes would be served, and Harry and Ron would comment about how she didn't put enough syrup.
"Hermione! You have to put more maple syrup!" Ron would yell.
"Yea, Hermione, the syrup makes the pancake." Harry would then pour loads of syrup all over his food.
"See, Hermione, we know what we're talking about." Ron would try to prove.
Hermione laughed at the memory. Finally, after weeks of torment, just for one time she gave in and poured so much syrup all over her pancakes that that was all she could taste.
Hermione picked up the container which held the rich looking maple syrup, and poured a little extra on her pancakes. Harry would be proud.
Halfway through eating Hermione heard a knock at her front door. She quickly wiped he mouth with her napkin and hurried to the front door. As she opened it a chilly wind blew in, and Hermione saw one of her best friends, Reana Lockrin.
"Hi, Hermione!" She said cheerily as she stepped into the house. "What are you up to?"
"Oh, hi Reana, I just took a lunch break from cleaning up the house. It was a mess."
"You? Have a messy house? No way."
Hermione laughed and led Reana into the kitchen, where her pancakes were getting cold.
"Even I have my flaws." Hermione said, still laughing.
"Sorry I interrupted your lunch, but this letter came from the Ministry today, it's addressed to you. Just thought I'd drop it off." Reana spoke as she took off her jean jacket and draped in on the back of a chair. Reana worked with Hermione on checking spells and incantations. Reana had joined shortly after Hermione had, and they quickly became good friends. They were kind of opposites, Reana was disorganized and very loud, and liked to have fun. (Not that Hermione didn't) But they both had the same determination, and work ethic. Not to mention a love of reading.
"You didn't have to do that." Hermione said, taking the letter that Reana had handed her.
"Well, I did and there's nothing you can do about it." She smiled. Reana had long, very curly auburn hair. She had a fair complexion, and a few freckles were scattered across her face. She was a little taller than Hermione, but she always seemed taller then she actually was because she always wore heels.
"Thank you."
"Does this mean I get a raise?" Reana asked jokingly.
"Is that the only reason you brought this to me? Well then, I'll have to rethink this whole friendship thing you have going on..."
"No, I wasn't serious Hermione!" Reana added quickly before Hermione could say anymore. She had a habit of taking things a little too seriously, and some times Hermione couldn't help but joking around with her.
"Calm down, calm down. I was only joking."
Reana glared at Hermione. "I hate when you do that! Taking advantage of me! Maybe *I* should rethink this friendship thing."
Hermione laughed, and soon Reana joined in as well. "You're coming to work tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, but I'm going to have to leave a little early." Hermione replied, taking another bite of her pancake.
"I know, you always leave early on Sundays. Why is that? Where to you go?" She asked curiously.
"I've never told you? Well Ron, of course I've told you about Ron, I go to his family's house for dinner every Sunday. It's kind of a tradition. To see what every one is up to."
"Yes, of course I know Ron, I've met him before. Well, that's nice."
"Yea, it is..." Hermione said. The Weasley dinners sure did brighten her week, but, there was always one thing missing; Harry.
"Are you all right, Hermione?" Reana asked, seeing the sadness in her eyes. She knew how much Harry Potter's death meant to her. Hermione had told her all about her Hogwart's days, with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, and all the adventures they had shared. Reana knew how much it must hurt to not have Harry with her anymore.
"What? Oh, yes I'm fine. Why do you ask?" Hermione forced her mouth into a small smile.
"You just... oh never mind. No reason." Reana looked at her watch. "Sorry Hermione, but I've got to head out, my mum wants to go do some wedding shopping. I don't know why she wants to do this so early. The wedding's not until April!"
"A wedding takes a long time to plan Reana! You've got to pick out the perfect dress, the cake, decorations, a band for the reception..."
"Ok, ok, now you sound like my mother," Reana interrupted.
"If I had a dollar for every time some one said that to me, I'd be rich."
Reana laughed as she said, "Well, it's not a bad thing, you take care of everyone, and that's good."
"Well thank you," Hermione blushed. "How is John, by the way?" She said, changing the subject.
"He's all right, a little stressed out though. Work is getting to him." John, Reana's fiance, was a jounalist working for the Daily Prophet.
"Tell him I said not to worry, he's a great writer, he'll be just fine."
Reana put on her jacket and started walking out of the kitchen, Hermione close behind.
"I will, John always likes to hear what you have to say." She smiled.
"I'm glad he does. I'll see you tomorrow then?" Hermione asked.
"Bright and early." Reana opened the front door and walked down the small path and got into her car. Reana was Muggle born, just like Hermione, so she drove a car when she was with her parents.
Hermione shut the door slowly, and resumed her cleaning.
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A/N- Hope you liked that chapter! Sorry for the delay, if any one is reading this! lol. I'll post again as soon as I can!
E-mail: Cool6848@cs.com
"I have no time to finish this, no time at all!"
"Time is no object. Speaking of time, what time *is* it?"
"Eighty 'o' clock."
"There's no such thing."
"I thought you said time was no object?"
________________________________________________________________________________________
After Sirius had left, Hermione decided to make herself lunch. She hadn't realized how hungry she had become until just now. She didn't feel like having a sandwich, or pasta, that was basically what she had everyday. A sandwich for lunch, and some kind of pasta for dinner. Except when she went to the Weasley's, of course. She opened the door to her small pantry and scanned the shelves for anything new to eat. Her eyes trailed over a bag of cookies, sugar, a box of popcorn, peanut butter, and a variety of other things when she saw a large box of pancake mix. She was never one to have pancakes at any other time other then the mornings, but what the heck? It couldn't hurt.
Hermione gathered together the things she would need to make her pancakes; milk, eggs, butter, etc. Hermione liked to cook the Muggle way, she felt as though there was more satisfaction in doing some things without the help of magic. Ron called her crazy, but she just brushed his words off. Ron was like that; lazy. But, Hermione thought, when he had to get something done, he would.
She watched the milky white batter sizzle lightly on the pan. When she was little she always found the worst part of making pancakes was the waiting. You just had to stand there and watch them cook, smelling the wonderful scent of the delicious pancakes that made your mouth water.
She decided to put away all her ingredients and pour herself a glass of milk. Once the pancakes were all cooked she slipped them onto a plate with a spatula and sat down at her kitchen table to enjoy her little treat. Hermione didn't like to much maple syrup on her pancakes, just a drop or two was fine for her. She remembered her days at Hogwarts when pancakes would be served, and Harry and Ron would comment about how she didn't put enough syrup.
"Hermione! You have to put more maple syrup!" Ron would yell.
"Yea, Hermione, the syrup makes the pancake." Harry would then pour loads of syrup all over his food.
"See, Hermione, we know what we're talking about." Ron would try to prove.
Hermione laughed at the memory. Finally, after weeks of torment, just for one time she gave in and poured so much syrup all over her pancakes that that was all she could taste.
Hermione picked up the container which held the rich looking maple syrup, and poured a little extra on her pancakes. Harry would be proud.
Halfway through eating Hermione heard a knock at her front door. She quickly wiped he mouth with her napkin and hurried to the front door. As she opened it a chilly wind blew in, and Hermione saw one of her best friends, Reana Lockrin.
"Hi, Hermione!" She said cheerily as she stepped into the house. "What are you up to?"
"Oh, hi Reana, I just took a lunch break from cleaning up the house. It was a mess."
"You? Have a messy house? No way."
Hermione laughed and led Reana into the kitchen, where her pancakes were getting cold.
"Even I have my flaws." Hermione said, still laughing.
"Sorry I interrupted your lunch, but this letter came from the Ministry today, it's addressed to you. Just thought I'd drop it off." Reana spoke as she took off her jean jacket and draped in on the back of a chair. Reana worked with Hermione on checking spells and incantations. Reana had joined shortly after Hermione had, and they quickly became good friends. They were kind of opposites, Reana was disorganized and very loud, and liked to have fun. (Not that Hermione didn't) But they both had the same determination, and work ethic. Not to mention a love of reading.
"You didn't have to do that." Hermione said, taking the letter that Reana had handed her.
"Well, I did and there's nothing you can do about it." She smiled. Reana had long, very curly auburn hair. She had a fair complexion, and a few freckles were scattered across her face. She was a little taller than Hermione, but she always seemed taller then she actually was because she always wore heels.
"Thank you."
"Does this mean I get a raise?" Reana asked jokingly.
"Is that the only reason you brought this to me? Well then, I'll have to rethink this whole friendship thing you have going on..."
"No, I wasn't serious Hermione!" Reana added quickly before Hermione could say anymore. She had a habit of taking things a little too seriously, and some times Hermione couldn't help but joking around with her.
"Calm down, calm down. I was only joking."
Reana glared at Hermione. "I hate when you do that! Taking advantage of me! Maybe *I* should rethink this friendship thing."
Hermione laughed, and soon Reana joined in as well. "You're coming to work tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, but I'm going to have to leave a little early." Hermione replied, taking another bite of her pancake.
"I know, you always leave early on Sundays. Why is that? Where to you go?" She asked curiously.
"I've never told you? Well Ron, of course I've told you about Ron, I go to his family's house for dinner every Sunday. It's kind of a tradition. To see what every one is up to."
"Yes, of course I know Ron, I've met him before. Well, that's nice."
"Yea, it is..." Hermione said. The Weasley dinners sure did brighten her week, but, there was always one thing missing; Harry.
"Are you all right, Hermione?" Reana asked, seeing the sadness in her eyes. She knew how much Harry Potter's death meant to her. Hermione had told her all about her Hogwart's days, with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, and all the adventures they had shared. Reana knew how much it must hurt to not have Harry with her anymore.
"What? Oh, yes I'm fine. Why do you ask?" Hermione forced her mouth into a small smile.
"You just... oh never mind. No reason." Reana looked at her watch. "Sorry Hermione, but I've got to head out, my mum wants to go do some wedding shopping. I don't know why she wants to do this so early. The wedding's not until April!"
"A wedding takes a long time to plan Reana! You've got to pick out the perfect dress, the cake, decorations, a band for the reception..."
"Ok, ok, now you sound like my mother," Reana interrupted.
"If I had a dollar for every time some one said that to me, I'd be rich."
Reana laughed as she said, "Well, it's not a bad thing, you take care of everyone, and that's good."
"Well thank you," Hermione blushed. "How is John, by the way?" She said, changing the subject.
"He's all right, a little stressed out though. Work is getting to him." John, Reana's fiance, was a jounalist working for the Daily Prophet.
"Tell him I said not to worry, he's a great writer, he'll be just fine."
Reana put on her jacket and started walking out of the kitchen, Hermione close behind.
"I will, John always likes to hear what you have to say." She smiled.
"I'm glad he does. I'll see you tomorrow then?" Hermione asked.
"Bright and early." Reana opened the front door and walked down the small path and got into her car. Reana was Muggle born, just like Hermione, so she drove a car when she was with her parents.
Hermione shut the door slowly, and resumed her cleaning.
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A/N- Hope you liked that chapter! Sorry for the delay, if any one is reading this! lol. I'll post again as soon as I can!