AN: Hey thanx for the reviews!!! I appreciate them a lot! Hey speaking of reviewing.... do it!!! PLEASE! I hope you like the story, at least a little. Onward! Hey, do I own all this character mumble jumble? NO! But I'm wishing to own 0.000000006 of it!
I can now with the plot! And again ONWARD!
Hermione lay across her bed looking at Crookshanks. She never noticed what green eyes she had, or how incredibly orange he was.
Just as she was about to conduct an experiment on Crookshanks, to see how many treats he could eat, when a really ugly owl appeared at her bay window.
She opened the window and let the gray bird in to her starry room.
Her ceiling, completely bewitched, was exactly like the night sky. Constellations made her room look a little like Hogwartz, a little like home.
She unhooked the letter from Pig's leg and turned to her bed.
Hey, Ron's letter wasn't exactly ASAP, but it was in time.
Krum had called and asked her to stay in Bulgaria, at least for a week, and when she said she wasn't sure, Krum had one of those boy friend hissy fits, "I'm vot sure ve vill ve a good couple Hermiown-ninny! You always veem to spend vime vith those annoying friends of yours, and I'm not veeling veeded."
It was then that they decided, or better Hermione decided for Krum, that they "vreak vup". Hermione wasn't going to give up her two best friends for a boyfriend! NO WAY!
So as she read the outside of the letter, somewhat on her side, she realized it was addressed to Harry.
'So what', she thought. 'It's probably just saying "You're Invited!"' and what not, and that's what she needed to know.
She opened the letter carefully and read the heading aloud, "Dear Harry."
Hermione read on, her Curious George raging to find out what it said.
Then suddenly, her wonderful common sense hit her. She was reading another person's mail!!!! It was wrong. It was illegal. Harry was probably reading her letter though. So she read on.
She almost fainted at the next paragraph. Ron liked her. He was jealous of her. Ron had a crush.
But then, Hermione realized that all the same applied to her.
The way his hair, his gorgeous red hair, waved to one side made her want to blush and require a certain habit which she'd use when she was embarrassed. Oh ,god, and when he said 'Mione, that was when she felt he was a god. After all, he was.
The only thing that seemed to put Ron off in the distance of her choices of boy friends was, well, he was her best friend.
Plus how could he be such a "God" if he was such a clumsy guy?
Oh, I forgot, because he was.
Hermione then, after reading someone else's mail, went down stairs.
"Mom?" her, as Ron thought, beautiful voice rang out.
"Yes, sweetie?" her very smart mother's voice rang out.
"I'm going over to Ron's house this summer. Is that ok? Please? I'll still get all my homework done! Promise!" she pleaded to mother, whom wanted to spend her time with her this summer.
"Oh, I don't know!" she said as she looked at her daughter's face,"Oh, ok. If you really want to."
"Oh, I do. Thank you!!!" Hermione hugged her mother.
Then, as quickly as she came, Hermione ran upstairs.
Ron,
I'm coming tomorrow! Got to pack! Bye!
Love,
Hermione
P.S. Did Harry reply yet?
She sent off the letter with her owl, and had Pig follow him.
She then, as if in a haze, laid down on her bed, thinking of only Ron.
Later, at Harry's house, Harry received a letter. He had had enough of the Dursley's. He had had enough of Muggles. They just didn't understand his situation.
Harry was on his bed reading Sirius's letter over and over.
He could live with him now! The Ministry of Defense had forgiven him. They got more evidence that proved he was innocent. Sirius was to live with his God son.
Just then, as if impossible, another invitation came to his window. 'Probably from Ron', he thought.
He was right you know, it was Ron's letter. To Hermione, of course.
And as Harry read it, he laughed. Ron was so jealous of Krum. He wanted Hermione, and of course as if he was psychic, Harry knew Hermione like Ron.
Harry wrote a letter of apology saying, 'No, he couldn't come. He had to spend time with Sirius.' He told the whole story. 'I'll come visit you once or twice this summer, but I can't come for the whole summer.'
Harry was sorry he had to say no, but Sirius was his God Father, the closet to his father and mother Harry had.
Then as quickly as Harry wrote the letter and read it, he returned to Sirius's. Quietly he fell asleep, and quietly, I leave this chapter.
I can now with the plot! And again ONWARD!
Hermione lay across her bed looking at Crookshanks. She never noticed what green eyes she had, or how incredibly orange he was.
Just as she was about to conduct an experiment on Crookshanks, to see how many treats he could eat, when a really ugly owl appeared at her bay window.
She opened the window and let the gray bird in to her starry room.
Her ceiling, completely bewitched, was exactly like the night sky. Constellations made her room look a little like Hogwartz, a little like home.
She unhooked the letter from Pig's leg and turned to her bed.
Hey, Ron's letter wasn't exactly ASAP, but it was in time.
Krum had called and asked her to stay in Bulgaria, at least for a week, and when she said she wasn't sure, Krum had one of those boy friend hissy fits, "I'm vot sure ve vill ve a good couple Hermiown-ninny! You always veem to spend vime vith those annoying friends of yours, and I'm not veeling veeded."
It was then that they decided, or better Hermione decided for Krum, that they "vreak vup". Hermione wasn't going to give up her two best friends for a boyfriend! NO WAY!
So as she read the outside of the letter, somewhat on her side, she realized it was addressed to Harry.
'So what', she thought. 'It's probably just saying "You're Invited!"' and what not, and that's what she needed to know.
She opened the letter carefully and read the heading aloud, "Dear Harry."
Hermione read on, her Curious George raging to find out what it said.
Then suddenly, her wonderful common sense hit her. She was reading another person's mail!!!! It was wrong. It was illegal. Harry was probably reading her letter though. So she read on.
She almost fainted at the next paragraph. Ron liked her. He was jealous of her. Ron had a crush.
But then, Hermione realized that all the same applied to her.
The way his hair, his gorgeous red hair, waved to one side made her want to blush and require a certain habit which she'd use when she was embarrassed. Oh ,god, and when he said 'Mione, that was when she felt he was a god. After all, he was.
The only thing that seemed to put Ron off in the distance of her choices of boy friends was, well, he was her best friend.
Plus how could he be such a "God" if he was such a clumsy guy?
Oh, I forgot, because he was.
Hermione then, after reading someone else's mail, went down stairs.
"Mom?" her, as Ron thought, beautiful voice rang out.
"Yes, sweetie?" her very smart mother's voice rang out.
"I'm going over to Ron's house this summer. Is that ok? Please? I'll still get all my homework done! Promise!" she pleaded to mother, whom wanted to spend her time with her this summer.
"Oh, I don't know!" she said as she looked at her daughter's face,"Oh, ok. If you really want to."
"Oh, I do. Thank you!!!" Hermione hugged her mother.
Then, as quickly as she came, Hermione ran upstairs.
Ron,
I'm coming tomorrow! Got to pack! Bye!
Love,
Hermione
P.S. Did Harry reply yet?
She sent off the letter with her owl, and had Pig follow him.
She then, as if in a haze, laid down on her bed, thinking of only Ron.
Later, at Harry's house, Harry received a letter. He had had enough of the Dursley's. He had had enough of Muggles. They just didn't understand his situation.
Harry was on his bed reading Sirius's letter over and over.
He could live with him now! The Ministry of Defense had forgiven him. They got more evidence that proved he was innocent. Sirius was to live with his God son.
Just then, as if impossible, another invitation came to his window. 'Probably from Ron', he thought.
He was right you know, it was Ron's letter. To Hermione, of course.
And as Harry read it, he laughed. Ron was so jealous of Krum. He wanted Hermione, and of course as if he was psychic, Harry knew Hermione like Ron.
Harry wrote a letter of apology saying, 'No, he couldn't come. He had to spend time with Sirius.' He told the whole story. 'I'll come visit you once or twice this summer, but I can't come for the whole summer.'
Harry was sorry he had to say no, but Sirius was his God Father, the closet to his father and mother Harry had.
Then as quickly as Harry wrote the letter and read it, he returned to Sirius's. Quietly he fell asleep, and quietly, I leave this chapter.
