Hey there everyone! One review. Pitiful, that's what I think of you lazy,
non-reviewing chums. Just kidding about that, please don't attack me.
Anyway, many thanks to my sole reviewer, I'm sorry about you're story only
getting three reviews. Btw, if more people review after this for the first
chapter, I'm not trying to be rude, but while I wrote there was only one.
Anyway, here ya go!
Still Prologue: (it's a long prologue, what can I say?)
Summer seemed to be dragging on and on. Hermione Granger sat perched on the edge of her bed, reading a book. Every second page she would look up to the window. Ron said he would apperate to her house when he was ready for her to come, and it was the week that he was supposed to be here.
She had been busy packing, unpacking, and double-checking everything for the past three days in anticipation; her mother had commented slyly that "There must be someone there you really can't wait to see." Hermione had just blushed and denied it all, though out of the corner of her eye she had seen her mother smile at her.
'Her little girl had grown up'. She grimaced. All her life her parents had worried she wasn't 'interested' enough in the things other girls her age were. Meaning they thought she might be antisocial or gay.
Shrugging to herself, she put down the book, and heard a small popping noise. Looking up she saw Ron standing there, looking wildly around.
"Hermione! Thank God I got it right this time! I apperated into your bathroom first. He grimaced and then turned beet red.
"I think your Mum was in the shower."
"Ron…. You must have been in the wrong house, no-ones in the shower here. Did anyone see you?" She asked anxiously, but he shook his head.
"Well, shall we go? Mum's at home cooking up a storm, I thought maybe we could just pop in for a second then go to Daigon Alley. "
"Sounds good to me. I haven't been anywhere magical since the end of school!"
She grabbed her bag, which was magically shrunk, and with a pop, both her and Ron disapperated. She arrived in Ron's room, still the bright orange it had been before, and looked around. Ron wasn't there. She checked her surroundings, it was indeed his room, and then just as she was getting worried he had splinched himself some how he popped into the room.
"Sorry, I'm not that great at Apperating yet. I ended up in some field. Anyway, you and Harry will be in Fred and George's old room. Just watch out, they left stuff there, and if you go snooping around through it, you're liable to get some sort of hex on you. Ginny was looking to see if they had any stashes of money and got hit by an hiccuping charm She didn't stop for six days." He laughed.
"And Fred has lots of stuff especially, so h might apperate in suddenly."
"Okay. I'll make sure to change in the bathroom then" she said grinning.
"Though I guess I'd have to do that anyway, with Harry there."
"Yeah. I pity anyone who ever saw Harry naked." She laughed and punched him in the arm.
"How about Ginny?" Ron looked darkly at her. She knew how over-protective he was, Ginny had complained many times.
"Calm down, Ron! I was only joking, you know Ginny wouldn't- err- she's too proper to do anything like- like that." She blushed at the thought. Not only that, but the same idea concerning Ron was going through her head.
"Um, anyway, lets go to Daigon Alley. I'm trying to find a job, plus I want to rent an apartment if I can." He nodded and was about to disapperate when Hermione grabbed his arm.
"Wait, grab my hand, that way we'll end up in the same place." He took hr hand and they suddenly appeared in Daigon Alley. Witches, wizards, and their children bustled by, and all over, Hermione saw groups of people laughing and talking.
"Hey, There's Neville and… Padma? Do you think they're going out?"
"Let's go see." The walked over and the four friends struck up a conversation. They wandered around, admiring things in shops and laughing at some of the fist years importantly strutting from shop to shop with supply lists clutched in their hands.
"Well, it was great to see you two again. Maybe we'll drop by some time, Ron." Neville said to them later that night.
"Yeah, maybe we can double-date some time" added Padma, causing Neville to blush furiously, with Ron quickly following suit.
"Oh, we're not, err… going out." Hermione said, looking at Ron. Padma shrugged at them.
"Not yet, anyway." She said.
"Well, see you around. Come on, Padma, we've still gotta find Seamus and Pavarti before it gets dark" with that, they walked off. Ron turned to Hermione.
"I can't believe they're dating. Padma was sort of stuck-up in school wasn't she?" Hermione shrugged.
"I don't know, never really talked to her. Funny thing she said though, eh?"
{A/n well, this is where I left off after my house got broken into. Lovely experience, it was. : P Also, thank you to my very kind reviewer, I'm sorry your house was broken into 5 years ago. Luckily nothing, much was taken, as the robber was interrupted. What freaks me out is my family was only gone two hours. Everything is sorted out now except for some insurance claims, unfortunately my 'bad attitude' landed me with a no-computer punishment for another four days. No Internet = no story. Anyway, I'm so sorry for totally interrupting the story, but here you go}
"Maybe not so funny…" Hermione glanced at him.
"Ron?"
"You know, we've known each other for a really long time. Well, maybe not a really long time, but since the beginning of school and anyway I always kinda liked you while we were in school… so I guess-" He stopped and turned beet red.
"So…?" Hermione asked. She wanted him to ask her, she wasn't sure if he was trying to tell he used to like her but found some one else, or whether he was asking her out. He took a deep breath.
"DoYouWantToBeMyGirlfriend?" Hermione smiled enthusiastically.
"Of course. I, uh, liked -I mean still do like- you too. I was hoping you'd ask that!" He grinned back, his face still red, but much less traumatized looking.
"Well then, here's to the end of a beautiful friendship, and the beginning of an even better relationship." She nodded gravely.
"I don't think we'll ever stop being friends though, do you?" He shook his head.
"Course not. So does this count as our first date?"
"Nope. But you had better remember it anyway, I won't tolerate it if you forget our anniversary!" She joked, and they walked arm-in-arm off around the street. The lamplights glistened pale yellow and Hermione smiled. It was perfect.
"Oh yeah! Fred and George finally got a shop set up permanently! I promised I go in and see. They still need people to work; they keep trying to round me into it. Except they never mention that most of the testing gets done on employees." He made a face.
"I take it you found out the hard way?" she said teasingly.
"Oh shut up, Hermione. I'm a sucker for chocolate frogs, so sue me. Plus I remember a certain time a certain Head Girl was turned into a canary cream." He grinned and she punched him.
"Yes, and you two took pictures! In every one I'm plucking my bloody feathers. You deserved those detentions, all right." She sniffed, tossing her bushy hair.
They walked down to the hop. It was an extravagant looking place, bright blue with bold red and silver stripes. All around the walls were posters advertising the jokes, a few looked hand-made. Hermione guessed the twins were a little strapped for cash. Walking into the shop, it was though fireworks had gone off in their faces.
It was noisy, filled with laughter and screams from unwitting customers. Talking and whistling drifted from another room just to the left of her.
The walls were painted in three different colours, red, blue and yellow, the back wall was covered in floor-to-ceiling shelves and she could only guess what colour they were. The shelves were topped with boxes of all shapes; spirally handwriting was scrawled onto labels that were slapped onto the fronts.
She could smell lots of things burning, as well as fake vomit and the metallic twinge of blood. Hermione hoped it was fake too, but some of the pranks looked quite dangerous so she wasn't sure.
Glancing at Ron, she saw excitement for shopping that could only be matched by a Quiddich store. Smiling, she turned to him.
"Hey Ron, why don't you go look around… I think I spotted some talking Quiddich posters back there. I'll wander around a bit, I see some people I know from my Advanced Potions camp I took last summer." Of course, that was a lie, but he happily walked over to a bunch of posters that were madly swearing at anyone who came near.
Hermione wandered through the crowd, pausing every once and awhile to peer at some crazy-looking gadget on display. She saw a red-haired head float pat and she decided to see if it were Ron, Fred or George.
Coming up behind them she saw it was one of the twins. Someone bumped into her from behind and she let out an * oomph! * and he turned around. Hermione thought it was George, they parted their hair slightly differently.
"Hey! Hermione! We were thinking of talking to you, isn't this funny! Um, Fred's in the back counting inventory; he's not as busy right now. Could you go talk to him? I've got to dump this stuff off first." He shifted the huge box he was carrying.
"Anyway, backroom door is just over there, just knock if it's locked, Fred'll let you in." He nodded his head in the direction of the shelf-wall, and Hermione saw a doorknob sticking out from small gap in the boards.
Firstly, she had to tell Ron she was going back there, she didn't want him to start looking for her or anything and get worried. Though at that moment it seemed like he might not notice if she had gone to Peru on a rocket- powered skateboard. He was wrapped up in talking to a short blonde boy and gesturing wildly.
On second thought, she decided she probably wouldn't be that long anyway. Turning on her heel, she started back to the backroom door, wondering what the twins could possibly want from her.
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Hey! How was that??!! It's two am. I just realized that pretty much all my writing time is late at night. No wonder I make so many mistakes. Anyway, I kind of need a beta reader, I think. I'm not sure because the one I have now is taking a while to check anything. Plus I think I may have her email address wrong. Its very complicated with too many numbers _ so please review, critiques and people who are planning on reading the entire thing are the best. Normal "Its good, keep writing" 's are next, and flames are bad. Interesting, but still annoying. Well, ta-ta
"I'm not ready to leave! It's too scary to die! I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive!"
Still Prologue: (it's a long prologue, what can I say?)
Summer seemed to be dragging on and on. Hermione Granger sat perched on the edge of her bed, reading a book. Every second page she would look up to the window. Ron said he would apperate to her house when he was ready for her to come, and it was the week that he was supposed to be here.
She had been busy packing, unpacking, and double-checking everything for the past three days in anticipation; her mother had commented slyly that "There must be someone there you really can't wait to see." Hermione had just blushed and denied it all, though out of the corner of her eye she had seen her mother smile at her.
'Her little girl had grown up'. She grimaced. All her life her parents had worried she wasn't 'interested' enough in the things other girls her age were. Meaning they thought she might be antisocial or gay.
Shrugging to herself, she put down the book, and heard a small popping noise. Looking up she saw Ron standing there, looking wildly around.
"Hermione! Thank God I got it right this time! I apperated into your bathroom first. He grimaced and then turned beet red.
"I think your Mum was in the shower."
"Ron…. You must have been in the wrong house, no-ones in the shower here. Did anyone see you?" She asked anxiously, but he shook his head.
"Well, shall we go? Mum's at home cooking up a storm, I thought maybe we could just pop in for a second then go to Daigon Alley. "
"Sounds good to me. I haven't been anywhere magical since the end of school!"
She grabbed her bag, which was magically shrunk, and with a pop, both her and Ron disapperated. She arrived in Ron's room, still the bright orange it had been before, and looked around. Ron wasn't there. She checked her surroundings, it was indeed his room, and then just as she was getting worried he had splinched himself some how he popped into the room.
"Sorry, I'm not that great at Apperating yet. I ended up in some field. Anyway, you and Harry will be in Fred and George's old room. Just watch out, they left stuff there, and if you go snooping around through it, you're liable to get some sort of hex on you. Ginny was looking to see if they had any stashes of money and got hit by an hiccuping charm She didn't stop for six days." He laughed.
"And Fred has lots of stuff especially, so h might apperate in suddenly."
"Okay. I'll make sure to change in the bathroom then" she said grinning.
"Though I guess I'd have to do that anyway, with Harry there."
"Yeah. I pity anyone who ever saw Harry naked." She laughed and punched him in the arm.
"How about Ginny?" Ron looked darkly at her. She knew how over-protective he was, Ginny had complained many times.
"Calm down, Ron! I was only joking, you know Ginny wouldn't- err- she's too proper to do anything like- like that." She blushed at the thought. Not only that, but the same idea concerning Ron was going through her head.
"Um, anyway, lets go to Daigon Alley. I'm trying to find a job, plus I want to rent an apartment if I can." He nodded and was about to disapperate when Hermione grabbed his arm.
"Wait, grab my hand, that way we'll end up in the same place." He took hr hand and they suddenly appeared in Daigon Alley. Witches, wizards, and their children bustled by, and all over, Hermione saw groups of people laughing and talking.
"Hey, There's Neville and… Padma? Do you think they're going out?"
"Let's go see." The walked over and the four friends struck up a conversation. They wandered around, admiring things in shops and laughing at some of the fist years importantly strutting from shop to shop with supply lists clutched in their hands.
"Well, it was great to see you two again. Maybe we'll drop by some time, Ron." Neville said to them later that night.
"Yeah, maybe we can double-date some time" added Padma, causing Neville to blush furiously, with Ron quickly following suit.
"Oh, we're not, err… going out." Hermione said, looking at Ron. Padma shrugged at them.
"Not yet, anyway." She said.
"Well, see you around. Come on, Padma, we've still gotta find Seamus and Pavarti before it gets dark" with that, they walked off. Ron turned to Hermione.
"I can't believe they're dating. Padma was sort of stuck-up in school wasn't she?" Hermione shrugged.
"I don't know, never really talked to her. Funny thing she said though, eh?"
{A/n well, this is where I left off after my house got broken into. Lovely experience, it was. : P Also, thank you to my very kind reviewer, I'm sorry your house was broken into 5 years ago. Luckily nothing, much was taken, as the robber was interrupted. What freaks me out is my family was only gone two hours. Everything is sorted out now except for some insurance claims, unfortunately my 'bad attitude' landed me with a no-computer punishment for another four days. No Internet = no story. Anyway, I'm so sorry for totally interrupting the story, but here you go}
"Maybe not so funny…" Hermione glanced at him.
"Ron?"
"You know, we've known each other for a really long time. Well, maybe not a really long time, but since the beginning of school and anyway I always kinda liked you while we were in school… so I guess-" He stopped and turned beet red.
"So…?" Hermione asked. She wanted him to ask her, she wasn't sure if he was trying to tell he used to like her but found some one else, or whether he was asking her out. He took a deep breath.
"DoYouWantToBeMyGirlfriend?" Hermione smiled enthusiastically.
"Of course. I, uh, liked -I mean still do like- you too. I was hoping you'd ask that!" He grinned back, his face still red, but much less traumatized looking.
"Well then, here's to the end of a beautiful friendship, and the beginning of an even better relationship." She nodded gravely.
"I don't think we'll ever stop being friends though, do you?" He shook his head.
"Course not. So does this count as our first date?"
"Nope. But you had better remember it anyway, I won't tolerate it if you forget our anniversary!" She joked, and they walked arm-in-arm off around the street. The lamplights glistened pale yellow and Hermione smiled. It was perfect.
"Oh yeah! Fred and George finally got a shop set up permanently! I promised I go in and see. They still need people to work; they keep trying to round me into it. Except they never mention that most of the testing gets done on employees." He made a face.
"I take it you found out the hard way?" she said teasingly.
"Oh shut up, Hermione. I'm a sucker for chocolate frogs, so sue me. Plus I remember a certain time a certain Head Girl was turned into a canary cream." He grinned and she punched him.
"Yes, and you two took pictures! In every one I'm plucking my bloody feathers. You deserved those detentions, all right." She sniffed, tossing her bushy hair.
They walked down to the hop. It was an extravagant looking place, bright blue with bold red and silver stripes. All around the walls were posters advertising the jokes, a few looked hand-made. Hermione guessed the twins were a little strapped for cash. Walking into the shop, it was though fireworks had gone off in their faces.
It was noisy, filled with laughter and screams from unwitting customers. Talking and whistling drifted from another room just to the left of her.
The walls were painted in three different colours, red, blue and yellow, the back wall was covered in floor-to-ceiling shelves and she could only guess what colour they were. The shelves were topped with boxes of all shapes; spirally handwriting was scrawled onto labels that were slapped onto the fronts.
She could smell lots of things burning, as well as fake vomit and the metallic twinge of blood. Hermione hoped it was fake too, but some of the pranks looked quite dangerous so she wasn't sure.
Glancing at Ron, she saw excitement for shopping that could only be matched by a Quiddich store. Smiling, she turned to him.
"Hey Ron, why don't you go look around… I think I spotted some talking Quiddich posters back there. I'll wander around a bit, I see some people I know from my Advanced Potions camp I took last summer." Of course, that was a lie, but he happily walked over to a bunch of posters that were madly swearing at anyone who came near.
Hermione wandered through the crowd, pausing every once and awhile to peer at some crazy-looking gadget on display. She saw a red-haired head float pat and she decided to see if it were Ron, Fred or George.
Coming up behind them she saw it was one of the twins. Someone bumped into her from behind and she let out an * oomph! * and he turned around. Hermione thought it was George, they parted their hair slightly differently.
"Hey! Hermione! We were thinking of talking to you, isn't this funny! Um, Fred's in the back counting inventory; he's not as busy right now. Could you go talk to him? I've got to dump this stuff off first." He shifted the huge box he was carrying.
"Anyway, backroom door is just over there, just knock if it's locked, Fred'll let you in." He nodded his head in the direction of the shelf-wall, and Hermione saw a doorknob sticking out from small gap in the boards.
Firstly, she had to tell Ron she was going back there, she didn't want him to start looking for her or anything and get worried. Though at that moment it seemed like he might not notice if she had gone to Peru on a rocket- powered skateboard. He was wrapped up in talking to a short blonde boy and gesturing wildly.
On second thought, she decided she probably wouldn't be that long anyway. Turning on her heel, she started back to the backroom door, wondering what the twins could possibly want from her.
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Hey! How was that??!! It's two am. I just realized that pretty much all my writing time is late at night. No wonder I make so many mistakes. Anyway, I kind of need a beta reader, I think. I'm not sure because the one I have now is taking a while to check anything. Plus I think I may have her email address wrong. Its very complicated with too many numbers _ so please review, critiques and people who are planning on reading the entire thing are the best. Normal "Its good, keep writing" 's are next, and flames are bad. Interesting, but still annoying. Well, ta-ta
"I'm not ready to leave! It's too scary to die! I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive!"
