Minister of Magic
by Keruseyu
chapter 1 - Tweety birds, tweety birds....
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Hermione rolled over in bed, wishing to sleep one more minute. Her friends had not understood her need to finish her muggle schooling after graduating from Hogwarts, but she knew it was important. Hogwarts was educational, but they didn't teach muggle classes, and she wanted dearly to finish where she left off. She had kept up with her muggle studies during summer vacation, and now she was prepared for college. She had passed entrance exams easily, and she had immediatly been accepted at a discreet college in America. Not that there was anything wrong with Americans- they just talked funny.
And now, at the end of her last year (She was majoring in teaching), she knew she could slack off a bit. There weren't any classes today. She got up, glaring at the alarm clock. It took a bit of getting used to, not being surrounded by wizards. The only time she could ever mention magic was to her roomie, a young Japanese wizard named Shiori Yuki, who had only recently graduated from Shikon Tamarayo, one of the top Japanese magic schools.
Hermione slammed her hand down on the clocks off button, stumbling to the shower. She snagged a towel as she went, grabbing a manga as she went past Shiori's room. One thing Shiori had gotten her interested in- comics. Also video, computer, and arcade games. 'Oh well,' she thought. 'It's my own fault if I turn into a slob.'
She ran a steaming bubble bath, climbing in with an immense sigh of content. She flipped through her copy- she had picked 'Samurai Girl: Real Bout Highschool' - and sank into one of the most entertaining forms of Literature ever.
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Banging on the bathroom door brought her back to real life. She had fallen asleep in the middle of her book. Thankfully, she had been sitting up. Hermione grabbed a towel and stepped put of the now-cold water. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" She growled. Wrapping the towel around herself, she flung open the door. "Shio-chan, this better be good-" She stopped in mid-sentance. The red haired boy in front of her looked shocked.
"Uh.... Hi?" Ron stammered.
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Harry looked up from the couch as a huge *WHAM* sounded throughout the house. He shook his head. 'Ron, you idiot!' He thought, rolling his eyes. His friend should've known better. Though it seemed Hermione was in good health, if she could still beat up Ron on impulse. "You-" Harry winced as his female friend expressed her anger in some, ahem, 'choice' words. Ron stumbled out into the living room. His face was as red as his hair, and his eyes were huge swirlies. (A/N: Anime input! ^-^!!!)
Harry shot the most deadpan look he could manage at Ron. "Ron.... That was the stupidest thing you've ever done." The victim of Hermione's wrath merely stared at him, too dizzy to focus on anything.
Hermione emmerged into the living room fully clothed and with her brown hair in a rather sodden ponytail. She hauled Ron and his tweety birds off the floor, depositing him on the couch. Traces of delicate pink still lingered on her cheeks. She was followed by Shiori, who was in fits of laughter. "Hahaha! Oh jeez, I never thought I'd see you this angry again after that dude who lived to stalk you got banned from campus!!"
Hermione blushed. "NOT funny, Shio-chan." Harry smiled at her. "It's great to see you, Hermione. Sorry about Ron. He's just excited about the message we're relaying to you." Hermione blinked. "What message? Why couldn't they get an owl? And who from?" She inquired.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Lots of questions. This is the message. I don't know what its says, but it's from the Ministry. And I don't think owls fly over LA that much, do you?" Hermione blushed again and fluidly opened the message. Her eyes widened. "No way..."
by Keruseyu
chapter 1 - Tweety birds, tweety birds....
===
Hermione rolled over in bed, wishing to sleep one more minute. Her friends had not understood her need to finish her muggle schooling after graduating from Hogwarts, but she knew it was important. Hogwarts was educational, but they didn't teach muggle classes, and she wanted dearly to finish where she left off. She had kept up with her muggle studies during summer vacation, and now she was prepared for college. She had passed entrance exams easily, and she had immediatly been accepted at a discreet college in America. Not that there was anything wrong with Americans- they just talked funny.
And now, at the end of her last year (She was majoring in teaching), she knew she could slack off a bit. There weren't any classes today. She got up, glaring at the alarm clock. It took a bit of getting used to, not being surrounded by wizards. The only time she could ever mention magic was to her roomie, a young Japanese wizard named Shiori Yuki, who had only recently graduated from Shikon Tamarayo, one of the top Japanese magic schools.
Hermione slammed her hand down on the clocks off button, stumbling to the shower. She snagged a towel as she went, grabbing a manga as she went past Shiori's room. One thing Shiori had gotten her interested in- comics. Also video, computer, and arcade games. 'Oh well,' she thought. 'It's my own fault if I turn into a slob.'
She ran a steaming bubble bath, climbing in with an immense sigh of content. She flipped through her copy- she had picked 'Samurai Girl: Real Bout Highschool' - and sank into one of the most entertaining forms of Literature ever.
===
Banging on the bathroom door brought her back to real life. She had fallen asleep in the middle of her book. Thankfully, she had been sitting up. Hermione grabbed a towel and stepped put of the now-cold water. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" She growled. Wrapping the towel around herself, she flung open the door. "Shio-chan, this better be good-" She stopped in mid-sentance. The red haired boy in front of her looked shocked.
"Uh.... Hi?" Ron stammered.
===
Harry looked up from the couch as a huge *WHAM* sounded throughout the house. He shook his head. 'Ron, you idiot!' He thought, rolling his eyes. His friend should've known better. Though it seemed Hermione was in good health, if she could still beat up Ron on impulse. "You-" Harry winced as his female friend expressed her anger in some, ahem, 'choice' words. Ron stumbled out into the living room. His face was as red as his hair, and his eyes were huge swirlies. (A/N: Anime input! ^-^!!!)
Harry shot the most deadpan look he could manage at Ron. "Ron.... That was the stupidest thing you've ever done." The victim of Hermione's wrath merely stared at him, too dizzy to focus on anything.
Hermione emmerged into the living room fully clothed and with her brown hair in a rather sodden ponytail. She hauled Ron and his tweety birds off the floor, depositing him on the couch. Traces of delicate pink still lingered on her cheeks. She was followed by Shiori, who was in fits of laughter. "Hahaha! Oh jeez, I never thought I'd see you this angry again after that dude who lived to stalk you got banned from campus!!"
Hermione blushed. "NOT funny, Shio-chan." Harry smiled at her. "It's great to see you, Hermione. Sorry about Ron. He's just excited about the message we're relaying to you." Hermione blinked. "What message? Why couldn't they get an owl? And who from?" She inquired.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Lots of questions. This is the message. I don't know what its says, but it's from the Ministry. And I don't think owls fly over LA that much, do you?" Hermione blushed again and fluidly opened the message. Her eyes widened. "No way..."