Hey all! Ok, I'm gonna try to keep this short. My penname is ElvinLioness,
my friend's (shell) penname is ScRibBLrOfDrEaMs, and together we are,
wEiRdFrEaKs. Yes, weird freaks, because she is weird, and I'm a freak. Put
us together and what do you get? wEiRdFrEaKs. Got it? Good.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Neither does shell. Got it? Good.
SwEeT LiEs
Chapter one ~ Family Feuds part I
Hermione looked at the scene around her. It was her last day at hogwarts. She had just finished her 7th year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Most of the girls were in tears; most of the boys 'had something in their eye'. Harry and Ron were off with their girlfriends, and Hermione was standing alone on the steps that led to the entrance of the castle. She sighed with relief. She was done. Finished.
Hermione's parents were always pushing her to do better. She was never good enough for them, no matter what. That's why she read her textbooks over summer, and that's why she always made her essays a few inches longer than they needed to be. She spent all her free time studying, trying to be good enough for them, trying to be worth while in their eyes. And what did she get for all that? Her mother nagging her about how her hair was never neat, and how was she ever supposed to get a nice husband if she didn't fix her hair.
"Mione!"
She spun around to the front doors of the castle. It was Seamus.
"Hello, Seamus."
"I can't believe we graduated! Its kind of upsetting, isn't it? Us leaving and all."
"Yes, it kind of is."
"Well, see you!" He said running down the steps to the group of kids talking by the lake.
"See you" She said to his back.
She sighed. She was going to miss her friends.
I her friends that were to busy with their girlfriends to say goodbye to her.i
She walked slowly down the steps, her hand sliding down the smooth stone railing, wondering if she would ever feel the cold stone beneath her hand again. She walked across the lawn, hoping that she would be able to feel the squishy green grass again.
She watched as one of the ravenclaw boys threw a handful of mud on one of his fellow classmates when she had her back turned. She watched as the girl turned around, her mouth wide with astonishment, and picked up a handful of mud to throw at the boy. She chased him around the lawn, both throwing mud at each other, until she tackled him to the ground. Hermione giggled, remembering a similar event she had with hair and Ron in sixth year, except with freshly fallen snow.
She smiled as a breeze blew in her face, remembering how many times she had returned from one of Harry's quidditch games with her face windblown.
Then she was presented with another familiar memory, but this one not quite as pleasant.
"Mudblood!"
She turned.
"Hello, ferret boy."
He walked straight toward her, and stopped only a few feet in front of her. He didn't say anything for a long while, and then:
"Goodbye"
He extended his hand out for her. She was shocked. She starred from Draco to his hand and then back and forth. She slow brought her hand up to shake his, and right when she was starting to trust his gesture, he suddenly smirked. He snapped his hand back quickly and glared at her.
"Like I would ever shake hands with you, Mudblood."
He said, pushing past her and walking to a carriage. Hermione let her hand fall back to its place at her side, and watched him walk away. She followed shortly after, and got into her own carriage. She sat back and closed her eyes. She smiled.
No more essays No more A's No more Snape No more Malfoy No more having to do extra credit when ever she got a B+ No more pressure from her parents.
That one was her favorite. She repeated it in her head a couple times.
No more pressure No more pressure No more pressure No more pressure...
But, oh, was she wrong.
~ * ~
"HERMIONE! Come eat some breakfast!" Hermione heard her mother call from the house.
"I'm not hungry!" she called back.
"Come eat!"
"I'm not hungry!"
"You need to put some meat on those bones! How is any man going to noti-"
"Alright! I'm coming!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. Here she was, twenty years old, still living with her parents. Well, sort of. She lived in the apartment above their garage. She had no job, (hard to believe, I know) because she had quit her job at the ministry of magic. She had no boyfriend, she wasn't married, and the only date she had been on in the last month was one her mother had set up for her.
She shut her book and set it on the table beside her bed. She put her slippers on and walked down the stairs to the garage and into the kitchen of her parent's house. She plopped down in a chair at the table. Her mother set a plate of food in front of her. Eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and a bowl of mixed fruits.
"I can't eat all of this." She said.
"You can and you will. Its past time you found yourself a man to settle down with, Hermione. I would have expected-"
"Mom, please! I'll eat it, alright?"
"Good. But I think we should talk about this still."
Hermione sighed. She had heard this so many times already.
"I met your father when I was sixteen, and we got married when I was nineteen. You are now twenty and still no boyfriend. I mean, you don't even try! How do except a man to notice you when you hardly ever leave the house! And would it kill you to wear a little make-up and style your hair? You have to put an effort forth in order to suceed, Hermione..."
Hermione paid no attention to her mother's constant nagging. She started to flip through the mail.
Bill, bill, bill, postcard from aunt Sara, bill, letter for her dad, traveling brochure, magazine... Wait! What was that?
She flipped backward. ...Traveling brochure...
'Do You Need a Vacation?' it read. 'Nara's traveling agency is a great way to plan and organize your trip! And now, Nara is having a terrific sale! You can go to any of the following places HALF OFF!
Chicago Los Angeles Paris Italy
Call today! 555-7155 or log on to Narastravelingagency.com'
She reread the different places. Chicago... Los Angeles... Paris... Italy... Paris.
Paris.
She had always wanted to go to Paris. Ok, so not really, but hey it was better than here!
"Mom?" Hermione interrupted her mother's long speech. "I'm going to go to Paris."
"What?"
"Paris. I'm going to go on vacation."
"Well, I don't know.."
"I might meet someone there..."
"Well, I guess it's a good idea. Worth a shot anyway."
"Alright, I'm going to go call." She said, getting up and leaving the kitchen.
"But you didn't finish your breakfast!" She heard her mother call after her. She pretended not to hear. ~ * ~
"And when would you like to schedule your vacation?" An overly cheery voice said.
"October 18 till November 7th."
"Wonderful! And where?"
"Paris, France"
"Great. I can set you up in a hotel there called 'The Marais' for $120.00 a night. Is that alright?"
"Yes, that should be great."
"Ok, and your name?"
"Hermione Granger"
"Ok, Ms. Granger, you are all set! Congratulations and enjoy your trip!" The woman didn't wait for a response, and Hermione heard a small click on the other end. She hung up the phone. The cost of the trip didn't worry her. She had money in the bank for that stuff.
She was going to Paris, France. She couldn't believe it. In just three days and a few hours (not including the plane ride) she would be in France. Away from her mothers nagging and long lectures...
"Hermione! Come here!" Her mom called.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but proceeded to get up and go to see what her mother wanted. When she arrived in her parent's living room, she wished she had just stayed in her room.
"Come on, dear, we're going shopping."
"But I don't need to go shopping"
"You are going on vacation and might hopefully meet the man for you, you need some new cloths!"
"But I have cloths." Hermione continued to debate.
"Not any attractive ones!"
"Mom, I can shop on my own."
"Apparently not, because whenever you go shopping for cloths, you always come back with things like that." Her mother said nodding at the shirt Hermione was wearing.
"What is wrong with this?"
Her mom sighed. "Everything. It shows no curves, its baggy, it is most definitely not your color-"
"Ok, sorry I asked."
"Go grab your purse dear."
Hermione sighed in defeat. She walked back to her room and grabbed her purse. She put on her sneakers and walked to the car to meet her mom. She hated shopping with her mom. It was horrible. She groaned. This was going to be a bad day.
~ * ~
Four hours later, Hermione and her mom pulled back into the drive way empty handed, arguing as usual.
"Mom, I don't wear things like that!"
"That's why you are still single!"
"Will you drop that! I know I'm single mom! Why does it make any difference as long as I'm happy!?"
"It makes all the difference in the world!"
"Ugh! Why can't you just be satisfied with who I am!" With that Hermione ran up the stairs to her apartment. She shut the door and locked it. She plopped down on the bed. She was so glad she was leaving. A vacation from all this is exactly what she needs.
She started to count the hours till she left. Then the minutes. She sighed. She just needed a break.
~ * ~
Ok, hope you liked it. Please review!!! Love ya!
~Freak
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Neither does shell. Got it? Good.
SwEeT LiEs
Chapter one ~ Family Feuds part I
Hermione looked at the scene around her. It was her last day at hogwarts. She had just finished her 7th year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Most of the girls were in tears; most of the boys 'had something in their eye'. Harry and Ron were off with their girlfriends, and Hermione was standing alone on the steps that led to the entrance of the castle. She sighed with relief. She was done. Finished.
Hermione's parents were always pushing her to do better. She was never good enough for them, no matter what. That's why she read her textbooks over summer, and that's why she always made her essays a few inches longer than they needed to be. She spent all her free time studying, trying to be good enough for them, trying to be worth while in their eyes. And what did she get for all that? Her mother nagging her about how her hair was never neat, and how was she ever supposed to get a nice husband if she didn't fix her hair.
"Mione!"
She spun around to the front doors of the castle. It was Seamus.
"Hello, Seamus."
"I can't believe we graduated! Its kind of upsetting, isn't it? Us leaving and all."
"Yes, it kind of is."
"Well, see you!" He said running down the steps to the group of kids talking by the lake.
"See you" She said to his back.
She sighed. She was going to miss her friends.
I her friends that were to busy with their girlfriends to say goodbye to her.i
She walked slowly down the steps, her hand sliding down the smooth stone railing, wondering if she would ever feel the cold stone beneath her hand again. She walked across the lawn, hoping that she would be able to feel the squishy green grass again.
She watched as one of the ravenclaw boys threw a handful of mud on one of his fellow classmates when she had her back turned. She watched as the girl turned around, her mouth wide with astonishment, and picked up a handful of mud to throw at the boy. She chased him around the lawn, both throwing mud at each other, until she tackled him to the ground. Hermione giggled, remembering a similar event she had with hair and Ron in sixth year, except with freshly fallen snow.
She smiled as a breeze blew in her face, remembering how many times she had returned from one of Harry's quidditch games with her face windblown.
Then she was presented with another familiar memory, but this one not quite as pleasant.
"Mudblood!"
She turned.
"Hello, ferret boy."
He walked straight toward her, and stopped only a few feet in front of her. He didn't say anything for a long while, and then:
"Goodbye"
He extended his hand out for her. She was shocked. She starred from Draco to his hand and then back and forth. She slow brought her hand up to shake his, and right when she was starting to trust his gesture, he suddenly smirked. He snapped his hand back quickly and glared at her.
"Like I would ever shake hands with you, Mudblood."
He said, pushing past her and walking to a carriage. Hermione let her hand fall back to its place at her side, and watched him walk away. She followed shortly after, and got into her own carriage. She sat back and closed her eyes. She smiled.
No more essays No more A's No more Snape No more Malfoy No more having to do extra credit when ever she got a B+ No more pressure from her parents.
That one was her favorite. She repeated it in her head a couple times.
No more pressure No more pressure No more pressure No more pressure...
But, oh, was she wrong.
~ * ~
"HERMIONE! Come eat some breakfast!" Hermione heard her mother call from the house.
"I'm not hungry!" she called back.
"Come eat!"
"I'm not hungry!"
"You need to put some meat on those bones! How is any man going to noti-"
"Alright! I'm coming!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. Here she was, twenty years old, still living with her parents. Well, sort of. She lived in the apartment above their garage. She had no job, (hard to believe, I know) because she had quit her job at the ministry of magic. She had no boyfriend, she wasn't married, and the only date she had been on in the last month was one her mother had set up for her.
She shut her book and set it on the table beside her bed. She put her slippers on and walked down the stairs to the garage and into the kitchen of her parent's house. She plopped down in a chair at the table. Her mother set a plate of food in front of her. Eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and a bowl of mixed fruits.
"I can't eat all of this." She said.
"You can and you will. Its past time you found yourself a man to settle down with, Hermione. I would have expected-"
"Mom, please! I'll eat it, alright?"
"Good. But I think we should talk about this still."
Hermione sighed. She had heard this so many times already.
"I met your father when I was sixteen, and we got married when I was nineteen. You are now twenty and still no boyfriend. I mean, you don't even try! How do except a man to notice you when you hardly ever leave the house! And would it kill you to wear a little make-up and style your hair? You have to put an effort forth in order to suceed, Hermione..."
Hermione paid no attention to her mother's constant nagging. She started to flip through the mail.
Bill, bill, bill, postcard from aunt Sara, bill, letter for her dad, traveling brochure, magazine... Wait! What was that?
She flipped backward. ...Traveling brochure...
'Do You Need a Vacation?' it read. 'Nara's traveling agency is a great way to plan and organize your trip! And now, Nara is having a terrific sale! You can go to any of the following places HALF OFF!
Chicago Los Angeles Paris Italy
Call today! 555-7155 or log on to Narastravelingagency.com'
She reread the different places. Chicago... Los Angeles... Paris... Italy... Paris.
Paris.
She had always wanted to go to Paris. Ok, so not really, but hey it was better than here!
"Mom?" Hermione interrupted her mother's long speech. "I'm going to go to Paris."
"What?"
"Paris. I'm going to go on vacation."
"Well, I don't know.."
"I might meet someone there..."
"Well, I guess it's a good idea. Worth a shot anyway."
"Alright, I'm going to go call." She said, getting up and leaving the kitchen.
"But you didn't finish your breakfast!" She heard her mother call after her. She pretended not to hear. ~ * ~
"And when would you like to schedule your vacation?" An overly cheery voice said.
"October 18 till November 7th."
"Wonderful! And where?"
"Paris, France"
"Great. I can set you up in a hotel there called 'The Marais' for $120.00 a night. Is that alright?"
"Yes, that should be great."
"Ok, and your name?"
"Hermione Granger"
"Ok, Ms. Granger, you are all set! Congratulations and enjoy your trip!" The woman didn't wait for a response, and Hermione heard a small click on the other end. She hung up the phone. The cost of the trip didn't worry her. She had money in the bank for that stuff.
She was going to Paris, France. She couldn't believe it. In just three days and a few hours (not including the plane ride) she would be in France. Away from her mothers nagging and long lectures...
"Hermione! Come here!" Her mom called.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but proceeded to get up and go to see what her mother wanted. When she arrived in her parent's living room, she wished she had just stayed in her room.
"Come on, dear, we're going shopping."
"But I don't need to go shopping"
"You are going on vacation and might hopefully meet the man for you, you need some new cloths!"
"But I have cloths." Hermione continued to debate.
"Not any attractive ones!"
"Mom, I can shop on my own."
"Apparently not, because whenever you go shopping for cloths, you always come back with things like that." Her mother said nodding at the shirt Hermione was wearing.
"What is wrong with this?"
Her mom sighed. "Everything. It shows no curves, its baggy, it is most definitely not your color-"
"Ok, sorry I asked."
"Go grab your purse dear."
Hermione sighed in defeat. She walked back to her room and grabbed her purse. She put on her sneakers and walked to the car to meet her mom. She hated shopping with her mom. It was horrible. She groaned. This was going to be a bad day.
~ * ~
Four hours later, Hermione and her mom pulled back into the drive way empty handed, arguing as usual.
"Mom, I don't wear things like that!"
"That's why you are still single!"
"Will you drop that! I know I'm single mom! Why does it make any difference as long as I'm happy!?"
"It makes all the difference in the world!"
"Ugh! Why can't you just be satisfied with who I am!" With that Hermione ran up the stairs to her apartment. She shut the door and locked it. She plopped down on the bed. She was so glad she was leaving. A vacation from all this is exactly what she needs.
She started to count the hours till she left. Then the minutes. She sighed. She just needed a break.
~ * ~
Ok, hope you liked it. Please review!!! Love ya!
~Freak