Do I have to put ANOTHER disclaimer on?? Oh, just see the first chapter.
Yours,
Hermione Double
Chapter 2
Letters
I awoke to see Ron's warm brown eyes. He had apparently shaken me awake.'What time is it?' I yawned, checking my watch. I swore loudly, and Ron looked taken a-back.
'God, you should have woken me up earlier. I've got so much work to do!' I said staring around hopelessly for my cloak, almost in tears. 'Hermione, calm down! This is stupid; you're doing way too much! Just take a break for once! Look, sit down.' I loved it when he did this. I sat down next to him. ''Mione, just stop for a minute. I'm sure if just one assignment is late it won't matter. God knows Harry's stuff's never in on time.' He made me laugh when he did this, he would make such a good father one day.
'I suppose you're right,' I said, giggling inwardly. 'But I do have to go, I've had the best idea for a story!' I said excitedly. 'Thanks for everything, and tell Harry to get to work on those assignments!' I Disapparated to my beloved cottage, situated in the cutest little village imaginable. I stayed in all day, writing notes and notes for my autobiography. I went to work the next day, in a very bad mood. I did have an idea for a story, but what I didn't have was Ron, and he was the only thing I really desired. 'Granger! Have you finished that report yet? I want it on my desk in two hours!' shouted my boss, Horace Humble. He was a strict man, who reminded me slightly of Barty Crouch. 'Err, yes sir, it's almost finished,' I said, scribbling down something about the law for the Restriction of Magical Creatures
I knew that it was the most awful piece of work I had ever done, but I had lost my interest for such matters. Everyone said I had changed from the irritable little know-it-all whose only love was homework that I had been at Hogwarts. I am still a very passionate person, but now my passion lies within another source rather than doing assignments.
I handed him the sheaf of parchment, and started noting down the attributes of Humble's character for my autobiography- absorbed in his work, slightly stern, impeccably neat.. but then I thought of Ron. I tried to focus more on his worst characteristics, so that maybe I would lose my interest in him.
RONALD WEASLEY- Sarcastic, stubborn, absent minded, with a low ability to concentrate.... Nope. No good. It just wouldn't work. Thoughts about how sweet and caring he could be kept floating through my head. Speaking of Ron, a tiny grey owl swooped in through the open window. Pigwidgeon! Ron had all the money in the world- more than enough to buy a more efficient owl- but we were all fond of Pig- he was a comical little thing. I relieved him of his burden and he perched on the back of my chair, hooting happily.
"Hi Hermione, I'm bored out of my skull. It's rubbish when the season finishes, and Harry's at work, so I thought I'd owl you. I suppose I should start tidying up the house... well, maybe later. I was going to see Sally today, but we had an argument last night, she's broken up with me.
I couldn't stop a smile creeping on to my lips at this point.
I suppose it was pretty inevitable, I think she was getting bored of me.
'Stupid, senseless cow!' I muttered under my breath.
I suppose I should have listened to you in the first place. You were right- she was a shallow cow.
How's your story coming on? It'll be a best seller when it goes on the shelves! Better than that Lockhart prat's, anyway! Why don't you come and have a drink at ours when you've finished work? Owl back if that stupid Humble git isn't watching.
Well, I'll see you later if you're coming,
Love, Ron".
I hastily scrawled a note back,
"Hi Ron,
Yes please, I would love to come round later. Are you ok with Sally and everything? Just remember, you deserve better than that shallow, superficial cow!
My story's coming on... slowly! I wish I didn't have to work here, you're lucky, you get to do what you love. Anyway, I have to go, if Humble sees me I'll be dead meat.
Love, Hermione."
My head was buzzing. Had Ron split up with her for good? If they had then.. well, would this be my last chance?
At least I would be seeing him again this evening. Looked like the 'Three Musketeers' were finally back!
Yours,
Hermione Double
Chapter 2
Letters
I awoke to see Ron's warm brown eyes. He had apparently shaken me awake.'What time is it?' I yawned, checking my watch. I swore loudly, and Ron looked taken a-back.
'God, you should have woken me up earlier. I've got so much work to do!' I said staring around hopelessly for my cloak, almost in tears. 'Hermione, calm down! This is stupid; you're doing way too much! Just take a break for once! Look, sit down.' I loved it when he did this. I sat down next to him. ''Mione, just stop for a minute. I'm sure if just one assignment is late it won't matter. God knows Harry's stuff's never in on time.' He made me laugh when he did this, he would make such a good father one day.
'I suppose you're right,' I said, giggling inwardly. 'But I do have to go, I've had the best idea for a story!' I said excitedly. 'Thanks for everything, and tell Harry to get to work on those assignments!' I Disapparated to my beloved cottage, situated in the cutest little village imaginable. I stayed in all day, writing notes and notes for my autobiography. I went to work the next day, in a very bad mood. I did have an idea for a story, but what I didn't have was Ron, and he was the only thing I really desired. 'Granger! Have you finished that report yet? I want it on my desk in two hours!' shouted my boss, Horace Humble. He was a strict man, who reminded me slightly of Barty Crouch. 'Err, yes sir, it's almost finished,' I said, scribbling down something about the law for the Restriction of Magical Creatures
I knew that it was the most awful piece of work I had ever done, but I had lost my interest for such matters. Everyone said I had changed from the irritable little know-it-all whose only love was homework that I had been at Hogwarts. I am still a very passionate person, but now my passion lies within another source rather than doing assignments.
I handed him the sheaf of parchment, and started noting down the attributes of Humble's character for my autobiography- absorbed in his work, slightly stern, impeccably neat.. but then I thought of Ron. I tried to focus more on his worst characteristics, so that maybe I would lose my interest in him.
RONALD WEASLEY- Sarcastic, stubborn, absent minded, with a low ability to concentrate.... Nope. No good. It just wouldn't work. Thoughts about how sweet and caring he could be kept floating through my head. Speaking of Ron, a tiny grey owl swooped in through the open window. Pigwidgeon! Ron had all the money in the world- more than enough to buy a more efficient owl- but we were all fond of Pig- he was a comical little thing. I relieved him of his burden and he perched on the back of my chair, hooting happily.
"Hi Hermione, I'm bored out of my skull. It's rubbish when the season finishes, and Harry's at work, so I thought I'd owl you. I suppose I should start tidying up the house... well, maybe later. I was going to see Sally today, but we had an argument last night, she's broken up with me.
I couldn't stop a smile creeping on to my lips at this point.
I suppose it was pretty inevitable, I think she was getting bored of me.
'Stupid, senseless cow!' I muttered under my breath.
I suppose I should have listened to you in the first place. You were right- she was a shallow cow.
How's your story coming on? It'll be a best seller when it goes on the shelves! Better than that Lockhart prat's, anyway! Why don't you come and have a drink at ours when you've finished work? Owl back if that stupid Humble git isn't watching.
Well, I'll see you later if you're coming,
Love, Ron".
I hastily scrawled a note back,
"Hi Ron,
Yes please, I would love to come round later. Are you ok with Sally and everything? Just remember, you deserve better than that shallow, superficial cow!
My story's coming on... slowly! I wish I didn't have to work here, you're lucky, you get to do what you love. Anyway, I have to go, if Humble sees me I'll be dead meat.
Love, Hermione."
My head was buzzing. Had Ron split up with her for good? If they had then.. well, would this be my last chance?
At least I would be seeing him again this evening. Looked like the 'Three Musketeers' were finally back!
