It's
Dejavu All Over Again
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN NOTHING!!!! Except the plot!!!
Summary: 20 year old Hermione hated her past. . .what if. . .what if she had
the chance to change it? What would she do?
A/N: Whatever, whatever. Okay-dokey. I've got nothing new to say. . . cept I'm really not liking the story at the moment. . .and that's really all I've got to say. No, actually that's not. I'm having a good time, exams are coming up and ergh, I'm in a havic. BLAH!!!
Last time:
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Hermione turned off her cell phone, smiling to herself she grabbed a handful of Floo powder from a jar on her mantel by her fireplace. Walking inside her fireplace she sprinkled some powder on her head and yelled, "Ginny's apartment!"
Green fire suddenly engulfed Hermione and in a few seconds she was gone.
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Chapter 2: Evil fireplaces
Hermione landed with a thud in a pile of ashes sending it into the air which formed a black cloud around her. She could hear somebody coughing, but she couldn't see who it was; all she could see was black and gray.
'Oh great. Ginny never keeps soot in her fireplace; she always keeps it clean for visitors. I must have said something wrong!' She thought. 'What am I going to do?'
At the brink of despair Hermione thought that she heard her name being called.
'I must be imagining things. Damn!'
"Hermione? That you?"
'See there I go again. Imagining things.'
"Hermione?!"
"What?" Hermione yelled. 'Might as well answer back, it can't worsen my insanity.'
"Get out of the fucking fireplace; you're sitting there as if I can't see you!"
"But you can't! I don't know where you are, who you are, or where the hell I am, as a matter o' fact!"
She could hear laughing and it oddly sounded like Ginny's.
"Ginny, is that you?" Hermione questioned, really confused.
In a fit of laughter she could hear a very odd "yes" from the voice.
"Ginny, what the hell is wrong with your fireplace, it usually is clean and tidy!" Hermione yelled.
"I know, I know. Fred and George put a spell on my fireplace. When people come they'll land in a pile of cursed soot which will surround them and they'll end up thinking that they're going insane."
"Oh, well! When I see them tonight, I'm going to kill them!"
Hermione got up and hit her head on Ginny's mantel. She fell back down and another black cloud surrounded her which sent both girls into coughing fits.
"Hermione you klutz!" Ginny said coughing and laughing at the same time. "What did you do that for?!"
"Well if I could actually see, I wouldn't have run into your mantel place!" Hermione gasped in laughter.
"Crawl out; it's much safer for the both of us."
"Right, good point."
"Getting on her hands and knees Hermione made her way out of Ginny's Fireplace. It seemed as if it was a tunnel.
"When did your fireplace get so long?" She said with a cough.
"Fred and George again. They put another spell on it. Here grab my hand and I'll help you up!"
Ginny held her hand out and Hermione grasped it firmly. She pulled herself up and was soon face to face with her very sooty best friend.
"You look terrible, Ginny!" Hermione said with a laugh.
"You don't look any better yourself." Ginny's retort sent both girls into a laughing fit.
"Well, look as if we need to wash off. Bathroom is over there. I'll get some clothes for you to wear for shopping."
"Yeah, thanks. Do you know who else is going to be there tonight besides your family and Harry?" She said walking towards the bathroom.
"Lavender, Neville, you know, practically everybody from school. Everybody is so happy for you know!" Ginny said from down the hall. "They've heard about your findings and they'll be there tonight to cheer you on!"
"That's what I was afraid of." She mumbled to herself. "That's what I was afraid of."
"What did you say? I couldn't hear you!" Ginny shouted. "Am I imaging things?"
"No. I'm talking to myself. Don't mind me!" Hermione shouted back.
"Okay. Do you want to wear a blue or black T-shirt?"
"Black!" Hermione said undressing.
She glanced at herself in the mirror. Looking at her 20 year old figure that any other girl would die for just sent shivers down her spine. She was sill innocent, much to everybody's amazement. She was still a pure white flower that wasn't ready to bloom. Hermione still hadn't found that right "guy" yet, so she just let her imagination soar. She would often dream about her "prince charming," mostly her dreaming would end up about Harry Potter or even Draco Malfoy. When it did end with Draco Malfoy she would always cringe in hatefulness. Usually she would hit her head afterwards with a book because, why would she be thinking about that git in the first place? She didn't know. After all, he was the one to always insult her, wasn't he? The one to cause pain and misery for her and her friends.
Frowning to herself she undid her ponytail; locks of hazelnut hair were sent shimmering and swirling around her creamy white skin. Hermione grabbed one of Ginny's brushes and started combing out the knots in her wavy hair. She no longer had that ugly fizzy hair. She had outgrown it in the beginning 5th year at Hogwarts.
After Hermione dumped Victor Krum in the middle of her 6th year she had somehow become the "target" for many boys after she became "officially" single. She would turn everybody heads when she walked by, but she never noticed them. Hermione was too wrapped up on getting excellent grades to even care. Hermione sighed and got into the shower. She couldn't "dwell" in the past. She hated it anyway. Nothing ever went right for her. All her boyfriends she had were always idiots. She even had everybody turn against her in her 7th year except for her professors and fellow Gryffindors. Just the thought of that memory just messed with her mind as she washed herself. It always did.
"Bastards." Hermione said venomly. "All of them were fucking bastards!"
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A few minuets later. . .
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"Hermione?" Ginny said knocking at the bathroom door.
"Hum?"
"I'm going to come in and put the clothes by the sink."
"All right. I'm almost done." Hermione said in a sing-song voice.
"You better be. I still need to wash off the ashes on my body." Ginny replied.
Hermione turned off the water and grabbed a towel hanging up outside by the shower. She wrapped it around herself and got out. Ginny was sitting on the lid of the toilet reading a magazine. She looked up and smiled at her.
"Clean? There's your clothes. You can change in my room. It's down the hall to the right of the kitchen."
Picking up the clothes by the sink she walked by the light switch and flicked it off.
"HERMIONE GRANGER!!!!" Ginny screamed.
"Oh, sorry dear. I forgot you were using the bathroom next."
Hermione flicked it on, walked out, and closed the door behind her.
"Hermione, I'll get you back later!" Ginny shouted.
"Hermione laughed and replied with a snort, "You wish Ginny, you wish!"
She walked into Ginny's clean and cozy room. Everything seemed to have its own "place" to be. Everything was in order. Hermione walked over to Ginny's bed and placed her clothes on it. She unwrapped herself from the towel, picked up her clothes, and slowly dressed.
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A/N: There I'm done fixing everything. . . very short this chapter and I'm very urged about it. I think it was very terrible and maybe the next time I fix this chapter I'll add something new, till the next time. . .
~Love always~
*Angel of Rage*
