Disclaimer: No, none of it is mine, except the plot. It's all J.K.
Rowling's. Too bad, huh?
A/N: I realized that my last chapter was really short and that it seemed to make no sense at all. I really didn't like it, so I am going to try to improve on this chapter. I write my stories in a notebook, with my big handwriting, for my first draft, so that's why it is so short yet seems long to me. Oh, the story, well, this chapter is about Hermione and Harry, mostly but has some. other character action too. Or rather not ACTION, but parts, there we go.
Summary: Harry gets a mysterious owl from an anonymous writer and goes to Hermione for help. Also includes Harry's party, and I made a mistake last chapter and Hermione will not be going to Paris, not yet at least. Okay, the beginning has that no name thing; it's obvious who they are but just humor me here. Here you go.
Matchmakers and an Owl
The sixteen year-old boy rushed up the long and narrow staircase of an apartment complex. He raced around the halls, looking for apartment number 127. He came to a stop, his short red hair stopping with him. The door was a warm red with gold lettering painted smoothly on the wood, reading 127. He stopped and waited for about ten minutes, shuffling his feet, running his fingers through his hair, and contemplating whether or not he should turn back. His friends or his safety? He wanted to say his safety from this girl, but he didn't, and slowly moved his had towards the door when it opened.
A blonde furious looking girl appeared. She starred at the boy so hard he swore he was going to burn and crumble to ashes.
"Bloody hell, quit it!" the boy exclaimed.
"Do you know what time it is?!" the girl asked enraged, "You were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago! What if they came early?"
The boy slowly walked inside and stood aside, waiting for the girl to close the door. The room he was standing in was extremely large for such a small building. He wondered how each apartment was this size.-Magic you git. - He mentally slapped himself. The wall of the room were white except the one parallel with the door, it was the deep, warm red reflected from the outside of the door. -The room was beautiful- he thought.
The girl noticed him looking around, "American muggle styles, my father is obsessed." She said, rolling her eyes. "My dad's the same about muggles and how they live. The room is quite nice." He felt awkward and nervous, even though he had known her for years. Maybe it was because they were alone together. "So.you got a quill and some parchment? We need to get started before the party." The boy looked around and stopped at the girl, "Hello?"
The girl shook, startled. "Oh, yeah."
Later.
"Just go home and wait for Harry. Act as if nothing went on. Come one, hurry. I'll see you soon." The girl pushed him out of the apartment.
-Rawr, just a little pushy. - He thought, -Ok, now just do as she said: Home. Wait. Shut up. Easy as pie. - Or so he thought.
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"Hello Harry." Ron greeted as he opened the door to the Burrow. "You ready to go?"
"Uh, yeah Ron. I did come here."
"Well, yeah. Yeah whatever. Let's go. We're supposed to meet them at Diagon Alley." Ron said as he closed the door behind Harry.
"Let's be on our way, then." Harry said. "Ugh. Floo powder, I still hate this stuff."
The two boys walked to the living room, through the homey, magically-held- up-house. It wasn't much to Ron, but to Harry it was another home-away-from- home. He always felt that this was a REAL home, it was always filled with love and the warmth that a family needed. When the finally reached the living, after stopping by the kitchen to greet Mrs. Weasley, Ron grabbed some Floo powder. He shouted, as he stepped into the fire place, "Number 127, 1516 Hollow Lane!" A bright green flame rose and seemed to engulf Ron and he was gone. Harry did the same and the living room was empty in a matter of seconds.
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A/N: I realized that my last chapter was really short and that it seemed to make no sense at all. I really didn't like it, so I am going to try to improve on this chapter. I write my stories in a notebook, with my big handwriting, for my first draft, so that's why it is so short yet seems long to me. Oh, the story, well, this chapter is about Hermione and Harry, mostly but has some. other character action too. Or rather not ACTION, but parts, there we go.
Summary: Harry gets a mysterious owl from an anonymous writer and goes to Hermione for help. Also includes Harry's party, and I made a mistake last chapter and Hermione will not be going to Paris, not yet at least. Okay, the beginning has that no name thing; it's obvious who they are but just humor me here. Here you go.
Matchmakers and an Owl
The sixteen year-old boy rushed up the long and narrow staircase of an apartment complex. He raced around the halls, looking for apartment number 127. He came to a stop, his short red hair stopping with him. The door was a warm red with gold lettering painted smoothly on the wood, reading 127. He stopped and waited for about ten minutes, shuffling his feet, running his fingers through his hair, and contemplating whether or not he should turn back. His friends or his safety? He wanted to say his safety from this girl, but he didn't, and slowly moved his had towards the door when it opened.
A blonde furious looking girl appeared. She starred at the boy so hard he swore he was going to burn and crumble to ashes.
"Bloody hell, quit it!" the boy exclaimed.
"Do you know what time it is?!" the girl asked enraged, "You were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago! What if they came early?"
The boy slowly walked inside and stood aside, waiting for the girl to close the door. The room he was standing in was extremely large for such a small building. He wondered how each apartment was this size.-Magic you git. - He mentally slapped himself. The wall of the room were white except the one parallel with the door, it was the deep, warm red reflected from the outside of the door. -The room was beautiful- he thought.
The girl noticed him looking around, "American muggle styles, my father is obsessed." She said, rolling her eyes. "My dad's the same about muggles and how they live. The room is quite nice." He felt awkward and nervous, even though he had known her for years. Maybe it was because they were alone together. "So.you got a quill and some parchment? We need to get started before the party." The boy looked around and stopped at the girl, "Hello?"
The girl shook, startled. "Oh, yeah."
Later.
"Just go home and wait for Harry. Act as if nothing went on. Come one, hurry. I'll see you soon." The girl pushed him out of the apartment.
-Rawr, just a little pushy. - He thought, -Ok, now just do as she said: Home. Wait. Shut up. Easy as pie. - Or so he thought.
.
"Hello Harry." Ron greeted as he opened the door to the Burrow. "You ready to go?"
"Uh, yeah Ron. I did come here."
"Well, yeah. Yeah whatever. Let's go. We're supposed to meet them at Diagon Alley." Ron said as he closed the door behind Harry.
"Let's be on our way, then." Harry said. "Ugh. Floo powder, I still hate this stuff."
The two boys walked to the living room, through the homey, magically-held- up-house. It wasn't much to Ron, but to Harry it was another home-away-from- home. He always felt that this was a REAL home, it was always filled with love and the warmth that a family needed. When the finally reached the living, after stopping by the kitchen to greet Mrs. Weasley, Ron grabbed some Floo powder. He shouted, as he stepped into the fire place, "Number 127, 1516 Hollow Lane!" A bright green flame rose and seemed to engulf Ron and he was gone. Harry did the same and the living room was empty in a matter of seconds.
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