Watermelon Seeds
(Curse Garbage Days)
"Well?" Ginny says with a roll of her eyes. "Are you going to help me or not?"
"Yes," I answer as I roll onto my back. Pulling my blue comforter over my head I let out a growl.
"Better?"
"No," I mumble. Pushing the comforter off I look at Ginny. She's standing at my closet in a matching pair of undergarments. "Try on the tube top."
"I don't know," Ginny says skeptically with a shake of her head. "My breasts aren't as big as yours. I doubt it'd stay up."
I scowl at Ginny as she pulls a dark blue halter on. So, I have large breasts. Big deal. It's not like I enjoy it. Stupid things flopping around like rabid bunnies on a sugar high in P.E. My mom tried buying me a sports bra. Lot of good that did. It squeezed my chest so much it was hard to breath.
"-and then I was like 'No way, Neville, am I ever going with you.' Do you think I should have said yes?"
"Um…" What the heck was she talking about? "Not the halter."
Ginny stops modeling in front of my vanity mirror and raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. I grin sheepishly and stand up.
"I can't believe you," Ginny calls after me. I shrug my shoulders and toss a smile over my shoulder. "Hermione Granger, get back here right now."
"Well," I say as Ginny walks into the living room. It's been almost an hour since I walked out of my room, and Ginny's wearing my halter and a pair of flared jeans. "Find anything?"
"Yes," she answers sourly, sitting down on the beige couch opposite me. "So, are you going or not?"
"No."
Ginny frowns as she picks at her nails. I shift in the recliner and flip through the channels. TRL, Comedy Central Presents, Fairly Oddparents, and Married With Children?
"Do you think you could sneak out?" Ginny asks as she hold her hand out in front of her. I shrug. "That's not an answer."
"I'll try," I say as I chuck a pillow at the T.V. Thalia's prancing around in front of a chain-link fence singing her heart out as the pillow falls to the floor. Ginny laughs.
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"Crap," I say quietly as I crawl out of my second story window. I'm wearing a pair of shorts and a fitted Hole tee.
"Hurry up," Ginny calls from my perfectly cut lawn. She keeps glancing at me to the front door and back as I climb off the roof and onto the fence.
"Keep it down," I whisper harshly as I jump off the fence. I land awkwardly, a dull pain shooting up my leg. Curse garbage days. If the garbage was here I would have climbed off it. Ginny giggles, grabs my hand, and drags me to a black convertible I hadn't noticed till now. Climbing into the backseat I let out a groan. "Gin."
"Sorry," she smiles from the passenger seat. "He was the only choice I had."
"Granger," Draco nods. "Don't get my car dirty with your filth."
"No problem," I smile and pull my legs up on the leather seats. My sneaker covered feet rest on the door and I let out a giggle as Draco revs up the engine. "this is crazy."
"So," Ginny says as she turns in her seat. "Did you hear the news? About the new kid at school."
"I'm sorry," I say sarcastically. "I fail to keep up with the latest gossip."
"Whatever," Ginny mumbles with a roll of her eyes. "Anyway, Ron said-"
"You actually listen to what that bastard says?" Draco sneers as we pull onto a crowded street.
"He's not a bastard," Ginny answers stiffly. "I'll have you know our parents were happily married when they had him."
"Right," Draco drawls. "Granger, feet down."
I flip him the bird and turn to Ginny. "Ron said?"
"Ron said Lavender invited the new kid to the party," She says with a wide grin. "I caught a glimpse of him on my way to English. He's like Mr. Perfect. Oh, I can't wait till you see him. You're going to shit your pants."
"I highly doubt that," I growl.
"Weasley," Draco says as he cranes his neck, looking for a parking space. "We both know Granger's never taken a liking to the opposite sex in her life. For all we know she could be a closet lesbian."
"She liked Professor Lockhart," Ginny says. "Hell, every girl at school liked him."
"He looked like a girl," Draco sneers. "With all his periwinkles and tickle-me-pinks."
"He did not," Ginny glares.
"Sure he did," Draco snorts. "No wonder Granger liked him."
"Shut up," I say as I kick the back of Draco's seat. The car swerves slightly and he turns to glare at me.
"Were you trying to get us all killed?" Draco yells angrily once the car's parked.
I slam the car door once I'm out, and refuse to look at him. Ginny rolls her eyes before taking my hand and leading me up to the two story house. Loud music is flowing through the windows, and the ground trembles as we make our way across the neatly kept grass. Susan Bones is hunched over a bush emptying her stomach as we enter the house.
"Gin, Herm, Draco!" A very drunk Lavender gushes. "You made it."
"Of course they did," Pavarti grins as she elbows in front of Lavender and sends Draco a flirtatious look. "I told you they'd come. Hi, Draco."
"Gin, Herm," Ron calls from the kitchen entrance. I wave as Ginny and I push are way through the crowd.
"Ron," I smile as I wrap him in a hug. He grins and pulls back, holding out a neon green cup to me.
"Drink?"
"What is that?" Ginny asks, her nose scrunched up in disgust.
Ron taps his chin lightly and shrugs. "Everything," he laughs. "Corona, Bud, Vodka, some kind of wine, and Captain Morgan. I dunno, I know there's more than that, but I kind of lost track."
"I think I'll pass," I say as Alicia walks past me.
"Suit yourself," Ron shrugs before taking a gulp of his mystery drink.
"C'mon," Ginny says with a smile. She leads me towards the center of the living room, which is being used as a makeshift dance floor. I let out a grown as Lumidee's "Never Leave You (Uh-Oh)" comes on. How do I get myself into these situations?
"Gin," I say as I begin to pull away. "No."
"Oh, c'mon you big party pooper," She pouts. "Dance."
"Fine," I growl and begin to move to the music with Ginny. Closing my eyes I let the steady beat of the music overcome me. After a couple of songs I'm beginning to get thirsty, and excuse myself to get a drink.
"Don't get what Ron has!" Ginny calls after me. I just laugh and walk into the crowded kitchen. Lavenders sitting on the counter, some football player attached to her neck. She lets out a giggle when she spots me.
"Hey Herm," She grins.
"Lavender," I nod. She giggles again, and quickly breaks into a moan.
"Flint," Lavender pants as I pour myself some Sprite. "I swear if you give me hickey I'll hurt you so bad you won't be able to have kids."
I roll my eyes and take a sip of my soda. The cool bubbles tickle my throat and I smile. I never drink brown sodas, unless it's root-beer. And even then it's only in root-beer floats. I use to drink brown sodas until my Grandma said something about artificial coloring being bad…or something along those lines.
"Hey," Ron grins as he walks in beside me. "I want you to meet an old friend of mine. Herm this is Harry Potter. Harry this is Hermione Granger."
"Hello," a deep voice says. I look up to see green eyes and black hair. I know I've seen him before, but my mind seems to be shut down.
"Nuh…" Great job Hermione, I scold myself. Now all you have to do is drool. That's sure to add to your appeal.
Harry laughs and hold out his hand. "Nice to meet you."
My brain generators kick in and I take his hand. "You too."
"Great," Ron cheers clapping a hand on mine and Harry's back. "Now let's go to IHOP."
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters; although, I wish I did. I don't own IHOP, Lumidee's song or herself. Neither do I own Captain Morgan, Corona, or Budweiser (I'm six years too young to drink). I don't own Hole. I'm a fan, but I don't own them. I don't own Thalia, but I do own many pillows that have been thrown at her. ^_^ I don't own these either: TRL, Comedy Central Presents, Fairly Oddparents, and Married With Children. Let's see…Did I forget anything? Oh yeah, in the last chapter I forgot to mention that I don't own Home Depot.
A/N: Thanks to full dark, Hermione2567, and Wonkywerewolf for reviewing. This is my first fan-fiction, so thank you. It really meant a lot to actually get reviews. I would also like to say that sneaking out on garbage day is a bitch. I swear I almost broke my leg jumping off the damn fence. Yes, I don't drink brown sodas either. My Grandma, the health nut, said something along the lines of artificial flavoring being bad. Oh well, I hardly ever drink brown soda anyway.