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Shoeless, purseless and wandless on the streets of muggle London, Hermione was definitely listing these as one of her most hated days. Clutching the contents of her stolen bag to her chest, she walked about like a homeless person. A large hole was starting to appear on her silk stockings. And her expensive designer clothes were getting dirty - especially when the ink bottle started to leak. Hermione had never been able to say goodbye to shopping in the muggle world and she was always dressed fashionably. Today however, she looked like a beggar wearing clothes fished out from the back alleys of a clothing warehouse. Yes. This day was going on the top of the list with all her 'black' days. The day when her parents died. The day when John stole all her money and left her. She felt like screaming. Then the WORST thing happened. Well, perhaps it wasn't that bad.
"Hermione? What are you doing? Are you begging?"
It was Ron again. Where was he? Wasn't he supposed to be at his meeting? Hermione threw her lip gloss at him. It bounced off his head.
"Oy! What the hell was that for?"
"I am NOT begging you idiot. Can't you see? I've been robbed!" she shrieked at him.
"Really? Oh Merlin! By who?"
Hermione was breathing very heavily now, "By a shoe and purse stealing freak who broke my wand thinking that it was some grotesque sex toy!" she ranted.
Ron put his hand on her shoulders, "Calm down."
"I am calm. Can't you see that I'm calm?" Hermione was now taking deep breaths and releasing it bit by bit.
"Okay then. . . well, I'll take you home." Ron gently took some of Hermione scrolls and held her arm, gently steering her away from the alley. Hermione suddenly hit her forehead.
"Shit, shit, shit SHIT!"
"What is it now?"
"I can't go home!"
"I'll take you home. Come on. I have to get back to work."
Hermione wrenched her arm from Ron's grasp. "No, Ron! I can't go inside my house because my wand is gone!"
"I'll open it for you."
"No. . . I put a special charm on it. It only recognises my voice and wand signature."
Ron was rubbing his temple now. "I'll break in from your window. . ."
Hermione shook her head, "My house is burglar proof. Trust me when I say that and don't doubt my security. I did it myself."
"Alright then. Why don't we get you a new wand,"
"Erm. Ron? Have you been listening to anything I've said? IT ONLY RECOGNISES MY WAND SIGNATURE."
"Are you locked out forever then? Can't you apparate in?"
"My house is failsafe. Unless. . ." Hermione sighed.
"What?"
"I'll have to order a new wand. One that is exactly the same as my last one. I hope the unicorn who gave his tail hair for me is still living."
"Alrighty then. Why don't we go to Olivanders?"
"Ron? I can't go ANYWHERE looking like this."
"Oh yes. Well, why don't you come to my place? Claire might be back now and you can borrow her clothes."
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Wearing someone else's clothes and walking about wasn't such a good feeling and Hermione shifted uncomfortably in Claire's skirt and a shirt, which were the only things that fit her well enough. Her feet were uncomfortable is sandals that were a little too tight for her. Ron pushed her gently in to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Do you need money?" concern laced his voice.
Then, Hermione let the dams open and she started crying horribly in the middle of the Bar. Heads turned and some elderly witches gave Ron a very dirty look.
"Hermione! What the hell?!" Ron hissed in to her ear.
Hermione continued crying. Grabbing her by the arm, Ron led her through the complicated maze of tables and tutting witches and sat Hermione down on a corner table.
"Explain," Ron told her firmly and hailed for Tom, "Tom! Tom! I want two drinks here. . . I think tea should do nicely."
Using the sleeve of Claire's shirt to her full advantage Hermione wiped her tears and runny nose. She even dared to blow her nose. Ron raised his eyebrow.
"I am broke Ron. . . totally. BROKE. I only have enough money to get me through this week. I don't even have any shoes anymore. . ."
"Did the thief take your gringotts key?"
"No. . . my gringotts vault is. . . Empty."
"Empty? Why?"
"The reason why I broke up with John. . . was because. . ."
Tom arrived with tea and gave a sympathetic look to Ron.
"Because?" Ron prompted.
"Because he. . ." say it Hermione. She told herself. Just say it! "Because he stole all my money and ran away form me." Hermione sighed.
Ron's face radiated anger, "Why the bastard! I swear, I'll go and tear him apart limb from limb!"
"Ron. It's okay. It's. . .it's over. Thank you for caring."
"Hermione. You have to report him!"
"I did. . . but the Chinese authorities weren't very good at handling it and John. . . well, he got away with it."
Ron blew away his fringe that was annoying him. Hermione found that strangely comforting. . . not to mention downright sexy. She was smiling once again.
"Ron. . . do you remember all those times at Hogwarts, when I'd buy you chocolate frogs and sugar quills?"
"Yes. . ." Ron asked suspiciously.
"Well. . . for old time's sake. . . could you pay for my wand today?" Hermione asked hopefully giving him her best bambi eyes.
Ron rolled hid eyes and took her by the hand and helped her up.
"Don't even ask Granger." He brushed a stray tear form her face with his thumb.
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"FOUR WEEKS??!!" Hermione cried.
"I'm afraid, Miss Granger, that making an exact replica of your wand will take time. Usually, my workers and I wouldn't even undertake this sort of job if it was anyone else but since it is you, Miss Granger, we are willing to do this." Mr Ollivander peered at her through his glasses.
Hermione sighed. "Thank you Mr. Ollivander. How much will it be then?"
"14 galleons."
"What?!" Hermione cried again. Today was definitely not her day.
"We're sorry, but looking for the unicorn is question is going to take money Miss Granger." Ron put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Thank you Mr. Ollivander." Ron handed him 14 galleons and gently pushed Hermione out of the shop.
Hermione sighed. "Ron, how am I going to repay you?"
"Don't even talk about that. Now, the most important thing is to find you a place."
Hermione stood there numbly. What she REALLY wanted, was, of course to stay with Ron and make sure that Claire, her enemy (or she shall be until evidence to the contrary could be collected. This would also be achieved by staying at Ron's place.), did not make any advances on him. Meanwhile, Ron was rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Why don't you just come and stay with me?"
Hermione tried hard not to let her glee show.
"No Ron. No. I mean, you've already gone through a lot for me, missing work and all,"
"You don't want to stay with me? Well, then I could - "
Hermione quickly cut in, "NO, no! I'd love to stay with you. I'll move in today, since I don't have many things with me. I suppose I'll have to go shopping."
And this is how, Hermione moved in with Ron. And fine, she admitted to herself, Claire. She'd have to remember to thank her thief sometime.
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"You can have the guest bedroom, right there next to Claire's." Ron opened the door to a nicely furnished bedroom.
"Who stays with you two?" Hermione asked inquisitively.
"Harry and Ginny mostly."
"I see. . ." Hermione desperately wanted to stay in the bedroom next to Ron's - which happened to be Claire's. Well, she'd do something about that later.
"If you want Hermione, I could ask Claire to go shopping with you. I'll lend you the money." Ron stopped a protesting Hermione, saying that it was the 'least he could do' after giving Hermione grief for so many years and hopefully for many years to come. Hermione believed there was a double meaning to that.
After arranging the pitiful remaining belongings she had with her, Hermione looked around the room and cursed herself for being so god damned paranoid about someone stealing her things. She knew she should have at least made it possible for her to summon her things from within her apartment, but after the incident earlier that day and the incident with John, she couldn't really blame herself. When she'd finished, she went out to the living area to find Ron, instead she found her enemy, until further evidence was found, that is, cheerily flipping through the Daily Prophet. Claire noticed Hermione and smiled. Which Hermione was getting annoyed, especially since she found the smile to be sweet and happy.
"Hey Hermione, I heard you'll be staying with us for a while.
"That's right." Hermione replied with a small smile. She couldn't be sour to the girl, although she was her enemy; she was still nice to her.
"Would you like to eat anything? It's my turn to cook today. . . actually, I cook most of the time." Claire said with a small shrug.
"That's nice of you to ask Claire, as long as treacle tart isn't anywhere on the menu."
Claire laughed, "I promised you last time there won't be a treacle tart - so no treacle tart. How about some potato salad and some chicken pie? We'll have ice cream for later."
And thus began Hermione's first night at Ron's. And, alright fine, she admitted, Claire's too.
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Shoeless, purseless and wandless on the streets of muggle London, Hermione was definitely listing these as one of her most hated days. Clutching the contents of her stolen bag to her chest, she walked about like a homeless person. A large hole was starting to appear on her silk stockings. And her expensive designer clothes were getting dirty - especially when the ink bottle started to leak. Hermione had never been able to say goodbye to shopping in the muggle world and she was always dressed fashionably. Today however, she looked like a beggar wearing clothes fished out from the back alleys of a clothing warehouse. Yes. This day was going on the top of the list with all her 'black' days. The day when her parents died. The day when John stole all her money and left her. She felt like screaming. Then the WORST thing happened. Well, perhaps it wasn't that bad.
"Hermione? What are you doing? Are you begging?"
It was Ron again. Where was he? Wasn't he supposed to be at his meeting? Hermione threw her lip gloss at him. It bounced off his head.
"Oy! What the hell was that for?"
"I am NOT begging you idiot. Can't you see? I've been robbed!" she shrieked at him.
"Really? Oh Merlin! By who?"
Hermione was breathing very heavily now, "By a shoe and purse stealing freak who broke my wand thinking that it was some grotesque sex toy!" she ranted.
Ron put his hand on her shoulders, "Calm down."
"I am calm. Can't you see that I'm calm?" Hermione was now taking deep breaths and releasing it bit by bit.
"Okay then. . . well, I'll take you home." Ron gently took some of Hermione scrolls and held her arm, gently steering her away from the alley. Hermione suddenly hit her forehead.
"Shit, shit, shit SHIT!"
"What is it now?"
"I can't go home!"
"I'll take you home. Come on. I have to get back to work."
Hermione wrenched her arm from Ron's grasp. "No, Ron! I can't go inside my house because my wand is gone!"
"I'll open it for you."
"No. . . I put a special charm on it. It only recognises my voice and wand signature."
Ron was rubbing his temple now. "I'll break in from your window. . ."
Hermione shook her head, "My house is burglar proof. Trust me when I say that and don't doubt my security. I did it myself."
"Alright then. Why don't we get you a new wand,"
"Erm. Ron? Have you been listening to anything I've said? IT ONLY RECOGNISES MY WAND SIGNATURE."
"Are you locked out forever then? Can't you apparate in?"
"My house is failsafe. Unless. . ." Hermione sighed.
"What?"
"I'll have to order a new wand. One that is exactly the same as my last one. I hope the unicorn who gave his tail hair for me is still living."
"Alrighty then. Why don't we go to Olivanders?"
"Ron? I can't go ANYWHERE looking like this."
"Oh yes. Well, why don't you come to my place? Claire might be back now and you can borrow her clothes."
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Wearing someone else's clothes and walking about wasn't such a good feeling and Hermione shifted uncomfortably in Claire's skirt and a shirt, which were the only things that fit her well enough. Her feet were uncomfortable is sandals that were a little too tight for her. Ron pushed her gently in to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Do you need money?" concern laced his voice.
Then, Hermione let the dams open and she started crying horribly in the middle of the Bar. Heads turned and some elderly witches gave Ron a very dirty look.
"Hermione! What the hell?!" Ron hissed in to her ear.
Hermione continued crying. Grabbing her by the arm, Ron led her through the complicated maze of tables and tutting witches and sat Hermione down on a corner table.
"Explain," Ron told her firmly and hailed for Tom, "Tom! Tom! I want two drinks here. . . I think tea should do nicely."
Using the sleeve of Claire's shirt to her full advantage Hermione wiped her tears and runny nose. She even dared to blow her nose. Ron raised his eyebrow.
"I am broke Ron. . . totally. BROKE. I only have enough money to get me through this week. I don't even have any shoes anymore. . ."
"Did the thief take your gringotts key?"
"No. . . my gringotts vault is. . . Empty."
"Empty? Why?"
"The reason why I broke up with John. . . was because. . ."
Tom arrived with tea and gave a sympathetic look to Ron.
"Because?" Ron prompted.
"Because he. . ." say it Hermione. She told herself. Just say it! "Because he stole all my money and ran away form me." Hermione sighed.
Ron's face radiated anger, "Why the bastard! I swear, I'll go and tear him apart limb from limb!"
"Ron. It's okay. It's. . .it's over. Thank you for caring."
"Hermione. You have to report him!"
"I did. . . but the Chinese authorities weren't very good at handling it and John. . . well, he got away with it."
Ron blew away his fringe that was annoying him. Hermione found that strangely comforting. . . not to mention downright sexy. She was smiling once again.
"Ron. . . do you remember all those times at Hogwarts, when I'd buy you chocolate frogs and sugar quills?"
"Yes. . ." Ron asked suspiciously.
"Well. . . for old time's sake. . . could you pay for my wand today?" Hermione asked hopefully giving him her best bambi eyes.
Ron rolled hid eyes and took her by the hand and helped her up.
"Don't even ask Granger." He brushed a stray tear form her face with his thumb.
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"FOUR WEEKS??!!" Hermione cried.
"I'm afraid, Miss Granger, that making an exact replica of your wand will take time. Usually, my workers and I wouldn't even undertake this sort of job if it was anyone else but since it is you, Miss Granger, we are willing to do this." Mr Ollivander peered at her through his glasses.
Hermione sighed. "Thank you Mr. Ollivander. How much will it be then?"
"14 galleons."
"What?!" Hermione cried again. Today was definitely not her day.
"We're sorry, but looking for the unicorn is question is going to take money Miss Granger." Ron put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Thank you Mr. Ollivander." Ron handed him 14 galleons and gently pushed Hermione out of the shop.
Hermione sighed. "Ron, how am I going to repay you?"
"Don't even talk about that. Now, the most important thing is to find you a place."
Hermione stood there numbly. What she REALLY wanted, was, of course to stay with Ron and make sure that Claire, her enemy (or she shall be until evidence to the contrary could be collected. This would also be achieved by staying at Ron's place.), did not make any advances on him. Meanwhile, Ron was rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Why don't you just come and stay with me?"
Hermione tried hard not to let her glee show.
"No Ron. No. I mean, you've already gone through a lot for me, missing work and all,"
"You don't want to stay with me? Well, then I could - "
Hermione quickly cut in, "NO, no! I'd love to stay with you. I'll move in today, since I don't have many things with me. I suppose I'll have to go shopping."
And this is how, Hermione moved in with Ron. And fine, she admitted to herself, Claire. She'd have to remember to thank her thief sometime.
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"You can have the guest bedroom, right there next to Claire's." Ron opened the door to a nicely furnished bedroom.
"Who stays with you two?" Hermione asked inquisitively.
"Harry and Ginny mostly."
"I see. . ." Hermione desperately wanted to stay in the bedroom next to Ron's - which happened to be Claire's. Well, she'd do something about that later.
"If you want Hermione, I could ask Claire to go shopping with you. I'll lend you the money." Ron stopped a protesting Hermione, saying that it was the 'least he could do' after giving Hermione grief for so many years and hopefully for many years to come. Hermione believed there was a double meaning to that.
After arranging the pitiful remaining belongings she had with her, Hermione looked around the room and cursed herself for being so god damned paranoid about someone stealing her things. She knew she should have at least made it possible for her to summon her things from within her apartment, but after the incident earlier that day and the incident with John, she couldn't really blame herself. When she'd finished, she went out to the living area to find Ron, instead she found her enemy, until further evidence was found, that is, cheerily flipping through the Daily Prophet. Claire noticed Hermione and smiled. Which Hermione was getting annoyed, especially since she found the smile to be sweet and happy.
"Hey Hermione, I heard you'll be staying with us for a while.
"That's right." Hermione replied with a small smile. She couldn't be sour to the girl, although she was her enemy; she was still nice to her.
"Would you like to eat anything? It's my turn to cook today. . . actually, I cook most of the time." Claire said with a small shrug.
"That's nice of you to ask Claire, as long as treacle tart isn't anywhere on the menu."
Claire laughed, "I promised you last time there won't be a treacle tart - so no treacle tart. How about some potato salad and some chicken pie? We'll have ice cream for later."
And thus began Hermione's first night at Ron's. And, alright fine, she admitted, Claire's too.
A/N: Er. . . REVIEW???? Please???? - I would be glad if I could have some constructive criticisms, if only you could spare a few minutes of your time to help someone in need. Thank you. It's just like donating money! Easy! Just press the button below and. . .yea.