(A/N this is written by Chocolate Milk. ENJOY!)
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter.. I would be working on the sixth
book. lol. not sitting here typing stuff for fanfiction!! Lol. )
CHAPTER 1
AS TOLD BY RON
Now this is a long and complicated story. But considering Hermione and I are both out of jobs, and hoping this book will be published and end up making something, we have to tell our story.
Everyone who went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would have figured that Hermione, Harry, and I would've stayed friends until we were so old that we couldn't even Apparate anymore. Well, Hermione and I stayed the best friends we'd always been, but Harry got married to Susan Bones. It's not like Harry isn't friends with us anymore, it's just we've hardly seen him since we graduated from Hogwarts eighteen months ago.
In fact, in the first two months it seemed everyone had just moved on a left me. Lavender, Parvarti, and Harry all got married, not to each other of course. Harry with Susan, Lavender with Seamus and Parvarti to a Ravenclaw named Parker or something. Dean got a job with the Ministry and surprisingly enough, Neville became the Herbology teacher at Hogwarts. Hermione, being the smartest witch in our year got a job offering fresh out of graduation as a Unspeakable. However after three months on the job, something went wrong on one of the cases and she ended up in a coma for a month and when she came out of it, she was replaced. What happened was the person who had taken her place while she was absent was, er, better at the job then Hermione. So Hermione got fired, except it sounds nicer to say Hermione got replaced.
Exactly a year ago today, I was sitting at the table in the Burrow. Hermione and I were still living with our parents because my job with the Ministry paid shit, and Hermione was working at a book store. We were making barely enough money to buy a house, except we just needed a little more and then we planned to move out and get apartments in the same complex.
I was reading a continuation of The Daily Profit called The Evening Profit and there was an article about the first wizard cruise ship that goes from the cost of America's California to Hawaii. I realized at that moment I needed to do something to find myself. And I knew I had to go on that cruise.
AS TOLD BY HERMIONE
I REMEMBER THE NIGHT A YEAR AGO LIKE IT WAS yesterday. I had been at home, reading some book I had gotten from the bookstore I worked in. It was a Friday and on Fridays Ron and I would go out to dinner. Ron and I weren't a romantic item when he showed up at my house that night.
I was all ready to go out to eat, I had my good robes on and had managed to tame my hair (well sort of. It was still puffy and thick, but it wasn't flying all over the place. Well, sort of. Actually, my hair looked like it always did. very unkempt)
When I heard banging on the door, I opened it to find Ron there, smiling like and idiot.
"Hermione, can we go somewhere else for dinner tonight?" He asked me. I surveyed him, something was different.
"Yeah, sure, Ron. Where would you like to go?" I asked.
Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out an article from The Profit. He stepped inside my parents' house (which was where I lived), and put his hand on my shoulder. He held the picture up to the light, "See that cruise ship? That's where we're going," My face must've shown him I really wasn't interested in going on some boat. "Jeeze Hermione, you look like I just told you to eat a pigeon or something."
I laughed, "Ron, don't you think this is kind of irresponsible to just pick up and leave on a cruise ship?"
He grinned and placed the article on the coffee table, "Hermione, I need to get out of England for a while. I need to meet people, and I want you to come with me. How is that irresponsible?"
"Ron, you're being ridiculous, are you drunk?"
"Hermione, I'm not drunk, I know perfectly what I want to do and where I'm going. For once." Ron had his heart set on this, but the cruise ship was a four week trip, and I had to work.... but wait so did he! "Ron! You have work. So do I. We need money, I mean you can't just go on-"
He cut me off, "Hermione, the trip it very cheep, this is the first time they've ever used a Muggle invention as something to transport people across the water. You hate your job, Hermione. Please come on the trip with me."
"I think you should go," the person who spoke had a voice so quiet, yet forceful that Ron and I both jumped. My parents were standing in the door way.
"I have work, you can't be serious."
"Hermione, dear, you need to relax. Ron's going on this trip to find himself, I think you need to find yourself too," My father said.
I shook my head, "No, I know where I want to go in my life. I want to work for the Department of Mysteries-"
"Hermione, I don't mean that. I think there's other things you really need to discover about yourself. Take a leave of absence from your job," My mum told me.
"I quit my job," Ron muttered and I turned to him.
"You quit your job!" I screamed.
"I just said that, didn't I?"
My parents laughed.
"Hermione, go on the trip," My father and mother said, and they meant it. I swallowed my pride, and let me tell you, for Hermione Granger, swallowing pride is like in the words of Ron, eating a 'pigeon.' Actually, I think for Hermione Granger, oops, I'm talking in third person, I mean for me, swallowing pride is harder then eating a pigeon. More like eating a walrus.
"I'll go pack," I muttered.
"Yes!" Ron practically screamed it at me.
CHAPTER 1
AS TOLD BY RON
Now this is a long and complicated story. But considering Hermione and I are both out of jobs, and hoping this book will be published and end up making something, we have to tell our story.
Everyone who went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would have figured that Hermione, Harry, and I would've stayed friends until we were so old that we couldn't even Apparate anymore. Well, Hermione and I stayed the best friends we'd always been, but Harry got married to Susan Bones. It's not like Harry isn't friends with us anymore, it's just we've hardly seen him since we graduated from Hogwarts eighteen months ago.
In fact, in the first two months it seemed everyone had just moved on a left me. Lavender, Parvarti, and Harry all got married, not to each other of course. Harry with Susan, Lavender with Seamus and Parvarti to a Ravenclaw named Parker or something. Dean got a job with the Ministry and surprisingly enough, Neville became the Herbology teacher at Hogwarts. Hermione, being the smartest witch in our year got a job offering fresh out of graduation as a Unspeakable. However after three months on the job, something went wrong on one of the cases and she ended up in a coma for a month and when she came out of it, she was replaced. What happened was the person who had taken her place while she was absent was, er, better at the job then Hermione. So Hermione got fired, except it sounds nicer to say Hermione got replaced.
Exactly a year ago today, I was sitting at the table in the Burrow. Hermione and I were still living with our parents because my job with the Ministry paid shit, and Hermione was working at a book store. We were making barely enough money to buy a house, except we just needed a little more and then we planned to move out and get apartments in the same complex.
I was reading a continuation of The Daily Profit called The Evening Profit and there was an article about the first wizard cruise ship that goes from the cost of America's California to Hawaii. I realized at that moment I needed to do something to find myself. And I knew I had to go on that cruise.
AS TOLD BY HERMIONE
I REMEMBER THE NIGHT A YEAR AGO LIKE IT WAS yesterday. I had been at home, reading some book I had gotten from the bookstore I worked in. It was a Friday and on Fridays Ron and I would go out to dinner. Ron and I weren't a romantic item when he showed up at my house that night.
I was all ready to go out to eat, I had my good robes on and had managed to tame my hair (well sort of. It was still puffy and thick, but it wasn't flying all over the place. Well, sort of. Actually, my hair looked like it always did. very unkempt)
When I heard banging on the door, I opened it to find Ron there, smiling like and idiot.
"Hermione, can we go somewhere else for dinner tonight?" He asked me. I surveyed him, something was different.
"Yeah, sure, Ron. Where would you like to go?" I asked.
Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out an article from The Profit. He stepped inside my parents' house (which was where I lived), and put his hand on my shoulder. He held the picture up to the light, "See that cruise ship? That's where we're going," My face must've shown him I really wasn't interested in going on some boat. "Jeeze Hermione, you look like I just told you to eat a pigeon or something."
I laughed, "Ron, don't you think this is kind of irresponsible to just pick up and leave on a cruise ship?"
He grinned and placed the article on the coffee table, "Hermione, I need to get out of England for a while. I need to meet people, and I want you to come with me. How is that irresponsible?"
"Ron, you're being ridiculous, are you drunk?"
"Hermione, I'm not drunk, I know perfectly what I want to do and where I'm going. For once." Ron had his heart set on this, but the cruise ship was a four week trip, and I had to work.... but wait so did he! "Ron! You have work. So do I. We need money, I mean you can't just go on-"
He cut me off, "Hermione, the trip it very cheep, this is the first time they've ever used a Muggle invention as something to transport people across the water. You hate your job, Hermione. Please come on the trip with me."
"I think you should go," the person who spoke had a voice so quiet, yet forceful that Ron and I both jumped. My parents were standing in the door way.
"I have work, you can't be serious."
"Hermione, dear, you need to relax. Ron's going on this trip to find himself, I think you need to find yourself too," My father said.
I shook my head, "No, I know where I want to go in my life. I want to work for the Department of Mysteries-"
"Hermione, I don't mean that. I think there's other things you really need to discover about yourself. Take a leave of absence from your job," My mum told me.
"I quit my job," Ron muttered and I turned to him.
"You quit your job!" I screamed.
"I just said that, didn't I?"
My parents laughed.
"Hermione, go on the trip," My father and mother said, and they meant it. I swallowed my pride, and let me tell you, for Hermione Granger, swallowing pride is like in the words of Ron, eating a 'pigeon.' Actually, I think for Hermione Granger, oops, I'm talking in third person, I mean for me, swallowing pride is harder then eating a pigeon. More like eating a walrus.
"I'll go pack," I muttered.
"Yes!" Ron practically screamed it at me.
