By Serendipity
Author's Note: This is the second story that I've updated tonight. And it's only 9:30!!!!! -laughs evilly- God only knows what I'll update next.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, never have, never will.
Your World
Hermione Granger paced nervously back and forth in her living room, her parents sitting on the nearby couch. Her mother was flipping through a magazine and her father was engulfed in the morning newspaper. Hermione stopped in front of the mirror on the wall and ran her fingers though her now straight hair for what seemed like the millionth time that day. It was ten to noon. Ron would be there soon.
"What's your friend's name again, honey?" her father asked, still preoccupied with the newspaper.
"Ron, dad," Hermione replied, now straightening the picture frames on the mantle.
"Ah," her father retorted vaguely. "Wait! Ron is a boy's name, Mione!"
Her father brought the paper down very abruptly, looking alarmed. Hermione's mom sighed and placed a hand on her father's shoulder.
"Yes, dear, don't you remember me telling you that Hermione was going to have a guy friend over?"
Confusion covered Hermione's father's face.
"No."
Hermione gave an exasperated sigh and covered her eyes with her hand.
"Listen, Dad, Ron is just a very good friend from school. I've known him since first year. I stayed with his family loads of times."
"It's just not right to have a male friend calling at your age!" her father cried out.
"I'm fifteen years old!"
"It's just not right," Mr. Granger repeated, going back to his newspaper.
Hermione and Mrs. Granger caught one another's eyes and shook their heads. Though Mr. Granger was an excellent dentist and loving husband and father, he was a bit...vague at times, not to mention overprotective of his only child.
Suddenly, emerald green flames erupted in the fireplace and out stepped Ron. For a moment, everyone stood still and stared at one another. Ron was covered from head to toe with soot and his hair stood on end. His trunk was next to him. He was looking from a curious Mrs. Granger, to a livid Mr. Granger, to Hermione, whose face was unusually blank. Finally, Hermione came to her senses.
"Ron!" she exclaimed rushing forward and engulfing the red head in a huge hug.
Ron seemed taken aback at first, seeing as Hermione had never hugged him before, but as soon as his initial shock wore off, he returned the hug. Mrs. Granger then stood and held out her hand. Ron shook it.
"It's so nice to finally meet you Ron!" Mrs. Granger exclaimed.
"Thank you Mrs. Granger," Ron replied politely. "And you must be Mr. Granger?" he inquired holding his hand out to Hermione's father. Mr. Granger did nothing more than stare at the teen with a look of suspicion.
"Don't think that I don't know what you're up to, young man!" Mr. Granger warned, waving a finger in front of Ron's face. "I was your age once; I know what you're up too!"
Hermione groaned and hid her face with her hands. Ron was blushing.
"Come on Ron," said Hermione, taking a hold of Ron's hand. "I'll show you to your room."
"Which you'll be sleeping in every night, mister!" Mr. Granger yelled after them.
"I'm really sorry about him," Hermione apologized when they reached the second floor. "He's a bit eccentric."
Ron's blue eyes widened.
"He's eccentric? Hermione, have you met my father the plug collector?"
Hermione laughed once more and wrapped her arms around Ron's neck, resting her head upon his shoulder. Ron seemed very uncomfortable with this and cleared his throat loudly. Hermione realized what she was doing and let go immediately, a blush creeping up her neck.
"Sorry," she apologized again. "It's just, after all that happened last year..." she trailed off. "Sometimes I just need a hug."
Ron surprisingly understood and proceeded by hugging Hermione once more and even placing a small kiss on the top of her head.
"I know, Mione," he comforted.
"I can only just see you right in the open!"
Hermione's dad had just come upstairs. Hermione was about to explain when...
"Sorry, sir," Ron interjected. "We all care for Hermione. She just told me that she got in a fight with one of her girlfriends and I was just comforting her."
Hermione was both impressed and shocked at the down right lie, but it worked wonders on her father.
"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry," he apologized. Ron was smiling at his own brilliance. "How about I take you and your friend, John..."
"Ron, sir," Ron corrected.
"Oh yes, Ron, out for a movie or something later?"
"Thanks dad," Hermione said as her father disappeared downstairs. Then she turned to Ron and slapped him on the arm.
"You lied you my father!" she scolded. However, she was smiling.
Ron shrugged.
"What did you want me to tell him?" he inquired. "The truth?"
"And what is the truth, Ronald Weasley?" Hermione asked playfully.
Ron blushed and scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"Oh, nevermind," Hermione said, leading Ron into a bedroom. "This is where you'll be sleeping," she continued as Ron set his trunk at the foot of the bed. Ron looked utterly amazed. He stared at the ceiling fan and had a ball turning it on and off with a flick of a switch. Hermione found the whole ordeal very cute and giggled in spite of herself. Ron suddenly realized that he must have looked like a big idiot at that moment and decided to stop.
"And here," Hermione continued, leading Ron through a side door, "Is the bathroom that we'll be sharing."
The bathroom was a fairly large size and was immaculately clean. Ron winced. A clean bathroom means that he'll have to clean up after himself; cap on toothpaste and all. There was another door on the opposite wall. Hermione led him to it.
"And this is my room," she said opening the door to reveal a large, tidy bedroom, which was decorated with pastel colors. Schoolbooks were stacked neatly on her desk and her beloved Hogwarts: A History was lying on her nightstand. Ron, expecting nothing less from Hermione, ignored her books and looked at the pictures she had framed on her dresser. Most of them were with him and Harry but a few were of her and Ginny. Ron had no idea that Hermione had become such good friends with his sister.
Ron smiled and walked over to the TV in front of her bed.
"So this is a...a TV, is it?"
"Yeah," replied Hermione, watching as Ron knelt down to get a better look at the device.
"I saw Harry's last year, but I didn't get to get a good look at it," he explained.
Hermione walked over to the bed and turned the TV on with her remote. Ron jumped back.
"Amazing," he said under his breath. "This is absolutely wicked!"
The TV entranced Ron, and Hermione giggled at the site of him. Realizing that he was doing it again, Ron blushed and stood.
"Honestly, you'd think that I was my father with the way that I'm acting!"
Hermione smiled.
"I was the same way when I went into your world. I'd be disappointed if you didn't stare dumbstruck at everything."
Ron smiled.
Another Author's Note: My computer is weird. Most definitely. If you liked, please review! Wowzers my AN have been very short today. -shrugs- Enjoy the shortness while it lasts. Next chapter: Hermione and Ron's "first date" and the new age "When Harry met Ginny". I was going to write in one person's pov per chapter but I might break my trend next chapter. And guess what, I don't go back to school until Jan 6, so I have all that time to work on my fics!!!!! Yay!!!!!!
