(A/N- I've noticed that no one is really reading this, but it's all good.
I've hit a good spot on this story and will be updating more frequently
now. Any ideas for a good lumberjack name.give me a holler.)
Disclaimer: gonna sue, first review.
Hermione spent only one more week in Bulgaria with Viktor. After obtaining the um, liquid, Hermione found Viktor increasingly more annoying. She was not interested in playing Quidditch with him. It was a dirty job, ruining Harry and Ron's future but someone had to do it. Someone like her.
A letter from Harry and Ron surprised her one day before leaving Bulgaria. Surprised to see Hedwig in the foreign country, she welcomed the owl. It wasn't her fault her master was an incompetent bastard. Hermione stroked the snowy white owl and gave her some food. As Hedwig settled to rest from her long trip, she busied herself with reading the letter.
Dear Hermione,
The Burrow isn't the same without you. We sleep late, eat whenever we want, haven't started our homework, drink ourselves blind at night. Ron's parents are in Romania visiting his brother. Fred and George are in their glory, throwing parties every other night.
Anyway, come visit us at The Burrow the weekend before we leave for Hogwarts! We'll go into Diagon Alley-
"Probably make me do their homework," scoffed Hermione, as she saw the invite. She read on:
We'll go into Diagon Alley, play some Quidditch, reminisce about years past.think about it?
Love,
Harry
"I wish he would die," commented Hermione to Hedwig. She petted the owl.
"Would you do that? Could you peck his eyes out for me? Hm," she mused. "I probably could make you, you know. Diana has given me a lot of power, plus I have my own magical skills. Eyes pecked out by his own pet.is that poetic justice?"
Hermione ran a hand through her hair. "He'd fend you off, you know. He's so bloody lucky. He should have died years ago." She smiled. "If I had only seen how he was using me back then."
Thinking for a moment, Hermione grabbed some parchment and scribbled a reply to Harry.
Dear Harry,
Bulgaria is lovely, thank you for asking. Every night, Viktor snogs me senselessly under the clear, Bulgarian skies. Afterwards, I build a bonfire and sacrifice small animals to the goddess Diana. I recently gave her my immortal soul in exchange for limitless power, in case you're wondering.
I would love to visit you at the Burrow before Hogwarts. I've been waiting all summer to sit up all night and listen to you whine about how you killed your godfather and how everything is your fault. Add to that the bonus of doing your homework for you.it'll be just like Christmas for me.
Love,
Hermione.
Hermione chuckled. She imagined Harry's shocked face when he saw her letter. As much as she would enjoy giving him an aneurysm, she wished him a more gory, intense death. Instead she wrote some typically Hermione letter about education and house-elves.
I'll meet you in Diagon Alley on August 30th, she wrote. We'll have the weekend to catch up on the summer. And Harry, don't be so hard on yourself about Sirius. He would want you to be happy.
She signed her name with a flourish and a giggle and sent a more-rested Hedwig on her trip.
August 30th rolled along much faster than Harry and Ron had planned. Nights of partying, snogging and fun had lost track of time. Harry actually plumb forgot about meeting Hermione until 2 in the morning on August 30th.
"Crap, Ron!" he shouted to his buddy. "We're meeting Hermione in Diagon Alley in ten hours!"
Ron groaned and separated himself from his dancing partner. "She'll lecture us about not getting sleep. Just tell her some bullshit story about haunting nightmares about Snuffles."
Harry winced. Inwardly, he knew that was the real reason he was a party animal now. Drinking and dancing was better than sleeping and having such awful nightmares. He was almost looking forward to Hermione's lecture. It would return some of the normalcy in his life. So much was changing. His voice, his friends, his mind.
"I think I'll go back to the Burrow now," commented Harry. "You know, Hermione is going to be staying with us. She might appreciate a kitchen that doesn't smell like Chinese food."
"I suppose you're right," mumbled Ron. He joined Harry in front of the fireplace and threw some Floo Powder in. "The Burrow!" he shouted.
Harry followed suit and soon found himself in the familiarly messy home.
Harry, Ginny and Ron waited in the Leaky Caldron for Hermione to appear. It was noon, the time of the meeting and yet she hadn't appeared. Not only was it unlike Hermione to be late, the Leaky Caldron was a strange place for her to pick to meet. Usually it was something more like Flourish and Blotts.
"Sorry I'm late," called Hermione as she ran down the stairs of The Leaky Caldron. "I got involved in what I was doing and forgot the time."
Ginny glanced at the direction Hermione was coming from. "'Mione, what were you doing upstairs? That's where the bedrooms are?"
Great, thought Ron. She's been screwing Tom the Bartender and she won't even give me a little snog.
Hermione looked at Ginny oddly. "Yes, Ginny. One tends to sleep in the bedrooms when one is staying at a motel."
"What are you doing staying here when there's a welcoming bedroom at the burrow?" cried an outraged Ginny. "We have plenty of space. You could have stayed in my room-"
"Or mine," added Ron hastily. Harry elbowed him.
"Real subtle, Ron," he snickered,.
"Or anywhere!" continued Ginny. "Why waste your money here?"
Hermione examined Ginny. "I had things to attend to in Diagon Alley," she said cryptically.
Actually, Knockturn Alley she thought. Still beating heart of a virgin is harder to buy than you'd think.
"Wow, Hermione," commented Ron suddenly. "You look.different."
Hermione shuddered. Although she didn't hate Ron as much as she hated Harry, he was still an annoying ass that should be slapped.
"Not different bad," added Ginny. "Just different than usual. You look very." Ginny searched for a word. "Slytherin."
It was true--selling her soul and dedicating her life to the downfall of The Boy-Who-Lived had changed her appearance. Hermione's hair had grown darker, her face paler. Her hair, once bushy and frazzled, had calmed down to waves. Hermione truly did look like a practitioner of the dark arts.
"Yes, well Bulgaria does that to your looks," she said quickly. Especially to your arm, where you brand yourself a follower of The Supreme Dark One with the Eternal Black Mark. "Shall we go get our books?"
Leaving the pub, the quartet wandered into bookshops and supply stores. After a strenuous afternoon of book-shopping, the tired students decided on ice cream.
After securing a table in the busy streets of the alley, Ron and Harry went to go get the ice cream. Ginny launched into a detailed description of her eventful summer, subtly question Hermione for the details of her own.
"The usual," said Hermione blatantly. "Sold my soul for limitless power, made sweet love to Viktor until the sun peaked over the horizon, sacrificed small animals to the dark powers, finished my potions essay." Hermione glanced up at her friend. "Anything else?"
"You have a very odd sense of humor, Herm." Ginny looked up to see a girl waving at Hermione. Not quite waving, but acknowledging. The girl looked rather like Hermione. Dark and pale, with nice features. She was actually quite pretty. "Do you know her?" inquired Ginny.
"Hush," said Hermione as she gazed intently on the girl. Come on, walk over, she urged the creature with her mind. The girl walked. Hermione smiled. Her creation was full-functioning cyborg. The Goddess has been good to me. This girl will lure Harry into my trap. She cackled silently.
Let my reign begin, thought Hermione as Ron approached with the ice cream.
Let my reign begin.
(A/N-Oooo. A cliffhanger!!!!!)
Disclaimer: gonna sue, first review.
Hermione spent only one more week in Bulgaria with Viktor. After obtaining the um, liquid, Hermione found Viktor increasingly more annoying. She was not interested in playing Quidditch with him. It was a dirty job, ruining Harry and Ron's future but someone had to do it. Someone like her.
A letter from Harry and Ron surprised her one day before leaving Bulgaria. Surprised to see Hedwig in the foreign country, she welcomed the owl. It wasn't her fault her master was an incompetent bastard. Hermione stroked the snowy white owl and gave her some food. As Hedwig settled to rest from her long trip, she busied herself with reading the letter.
Dear Hermione,
The Burrow isn't the same without you. We sleep late, eat whenever we want, haven't started our homework, drink ourselves blind at night. Ron's parents are in Romania visiting his brother. Fred and George are in their glory, throwing parties every other night.
Anyway, come visit us at The Burrow the weekend before we leave for Hogwarts! We'll go into Diagon Alley-
"Probably make me do their homework," scoffed Hermione, as she saw the invite. She read on:
We'll go into Diagon Alley, play some Quidditch, reminisce about years past.think about it?
Love,
Harry
"I wish he would die," commented Hermione to Hedwig. She petted the owl.
"Would you do that? Could you peck his eyes out for me? Hm," she mused. "I probably could make you, you know. Diana has given me a lot of power, plus I have my own magical skills. Eyes pecked out by his own pet.is that poetic justice?"
Hermione ran a hand through her hair. "He'd fend you off, you know. He's so bloody lucky. He should have died years ago." She smiled. "If I had only seen how he was using me back then."
Thinking for a moment, Hermione grabbed some parchment and scribbled a reply to Harry.
Dear Harry,
Bulgaria is lovely, thank you for asking. Every night, Viktor snogs me senselessly under the clear, Bulgarian skies. Afterwards, I build a bonfire and sacrifice small animals to the goddess Diana. I recently gave her my immortal soul in exchange for limitless power, in case you're wondering.
I would love to visit you at the Burrow before Hogwarts. I've been waiting all summer to sit up all night and listen to you whine about how you killed your godfather and how everything is your fault. Add to that the bonus of doing your homework for you.it'll be just like Christmas for me.
Love,
Hermione.
Hermione chuckled. She imagined Harry's shocked face when he saw her letter. As much as she would enjoy giving him an aneurysm, she wished him a more gory, intense death. Instead she wrote some typically Hermione letter about education and house-elves.
I'll meet you in Diagon Alley on August 30th, she wrote. We'll have the weekend to catch up on the summer. And Harry, don't be so hard on yourself about Sirius. He would want you to be happy.
She signed her name with a flourish and a giggle and sent a more-rested Hedwig on her trip.
August 30th rolled along much faster than Harry and Ron had planned. Nights of partying, snogging and fun had lost track of time. Harry actually plumb forgot about meeting Hermione until 2 in the morning on August 30th.
"Crap, Ron!" he shouted to his buddy. "We're meeting Hermione in Diagon Alley in ten hours!"
Ron groaned and separated himself from his dancing partner. "She'll lecture us about not getting sleep. Just tell her some bullshit story about haunting nightmares about Snuffles."
Harry winced. Inwardly, he knew that was the real reason he was a party animal now. Drinking and dancing was better than sleeping and having such awful nightmares. He was almost looking forward to Hermione's lecture. It would return some of the normalcy in his life. So much was changing. His voice, his friends, his mind.
"I think I'll go back to the Burrow now," commented Harry. "You know, Hermione is going to be staying with us. She might appreciate a kitchen that doesn't smell like Chinese food."
"I suppose you're right," mumbled Ron. He joined Harry in front of the fireplace and threw some Floo Powder in. "The Burrow!" he shouted.
Harry followed suit and soon found himself in the familiarly messy home.
Harry, Ginny and Ron waited in the Leaky Caldron for Hermione to appear. It was noon, the time of the meeting and yet she hadn't appeared. Not only was it unlike Hermione to be late, the Leaky Caldron was a strange place for her to pick to meet. Usually it was something more like Flourish and Blotts.
"Sorry I'm late," called Hermione as she ran down the stairs of The Leaky Caldron. "I got involved in what I was doing and forgot the time."
Ginny glanced at the direction Hermione was coming from. "'Mione, what were you doing upstairs? That's where the bedrooms are?"
Great, thought Ron. She's been screwing Tom the Bartender and she won't even give me a little snog.
Hermione looked at Ginny oddly. "Yes, Ginny. One tends to sleep in the bedrooms when one is staying at a motel."
"What are you doing staying here when there's a welcoming bedroom at the burrow?" cried an outraged Ginny. "We have plenty of space. You could have stayed in my room-"
"Or mine," added Ron hastily. Harry elbowed him.
"Real subtle, Ron," he snickered,.
"Or anywhere!" continued Ginny. "Why waste your money here?"
Hermione examined Ginny. "I had things to attend to in Diagon Alley," she said cryptically.
Actually, Knockturn Alley she thought. Still beating heart of a virgin is harder to buy than you'd think.
"Wow, Hermione," commented Ron suddenly. "You look.different."
Hermione shuddered. Although she didn't hate Ron as much as she hated Harry, he was still an annoying ass that should be slapped.
"Not different bad," added Ginny. "Just different than usual. You look very." Ginny searched for a word. "Slytherin."
It was true--selling her soul and dedicating her life to the downfall of The Boy-Who-Lived had changed her appearance. Hermione's hair had grown darker, her face paler. Her hair, once bushy and frazzled, had calmed down to waves. Hermione truly did look like a practitioner of the dark arts.
"Yes, well Bulgaria does that to your looks," she said quickly. Especially to your arm, where you brand yourself a follower of The Supreme Dark One with the Eternal Black Mark. "Shall we go get our books?"
Leaving the pub, the quartet wandered into bookshops and supply stores. After a strenuous afternoon of book-shopping, the tired students decided on ice cream.
After securing a table in the busy streets of the alley, Ron and Harry went to go get the ice cream. Ginny launched into a detailed description of her eventful summer, subtly question Hermione for the details of her own.
"The usual," said Hermione blatantly. "Sold my soul for limitless power, made sweet love to Viktor until the sun peaked over the horizon, sacrificed small animals to the dark powers, finished my potions essay." Hermione glanced up at her friend. "Anything else?"
"You have a very odd sense of humor, Herm." Ginny looked up to see a girl waving at Hermione. Not quite waving, but acknowledging. The girl looked rather like Hermione. Dark and pale, with nice features. She was actually quite pretty. "Do you know her?" inquired Ginny.
"Hush," said Hermione as she gazed intently on the girl. Come on, walk over, she urged the creature with her mind. The girl walked. Hermione smiled. Her creation was full-functioning cyborg. The Goddess has been good to me. This girl will lure Harry into my trap. She cackled silently.
Let my reign begin, thought Hermione as Ron approached with the ice cream.
Let my reign begin.
(A/N-Oooo. A cliffhanger!!!!!)