(Author's Note: Keep rolling rolling rolling rolling.keep those chapters
rolling.I wrote this chapter while babysitting. I know how twisted and
warped that is, but the girl was taking a nap and I was rather bored. So,
voila. Chapter Four.)
Hermione surveyed the messy house and glanced at Ron. He grinned sheepishly and kicked aside some bottles and wrappers on the floor. "It's all Fred and George," he lied. "And Harry. He's the worst. And err, wait until you see Ginny's room." Ginny kicked him soundly in the leg. Her room was the cleanest of them all.
Hermione said nothing. She was busy planning where she would have her fire that night. Luckily, the Weasleys owned a lot of land. It shouldn't be that difficult to sneak away, she realized. I'll apparate here from Katie Bell's party, then go out and praise the Goddess and thank her for today.
Hermione thought back to earlier in the day, at Harry's awestruck expression when he first glimpsed Dementia. Although she tried to ignore it, she did feel a pang of jealousy. It's nothing, she told herself. I hate Harry and everything he represents. He is evil and used me. She spent several more moments reminding herself why she must insure Harry's demise when Ron interrupted her thoughts.
"Hermione, what happened to your cat?" He looked at Hermione's trunk. "Did you leave Crookshanks at home?
Hermione fixed her eyes on Ron. Crookshanks was still with her, but no longer as a cat. With her newfound powers, Hermione had transfigured her cat into a stunning creature her friends knew as Dementia. If only Harry knew he was infatuated with my cat, she giggled.
HARRY POTTER'S SECRET LOVE AFFAIR WITH MY CAT, Hermione thought. It sounds like a headline from The Quibbler.
"I left Crookshanks in Bulgaria," she said finally. "He became quite attached to Viktor's cat."
"You gave that Viktor your cat!" gasped Harry. "But, Her-"
"No buts, Harry!" Hermione felt her anger rising and struggled to control her rage. "I left my cat there for many reasons. One being I didn't want to take the risk of being splinched with my cat when I apparated to Diagon Alley! I've been turned into a cat too many times already," shuddered Hermione, recalling her Polyjuice Potion gone wrong in second year.
"When did you learn how to apparate?" questioned Ginny.
Whoops, thought Hermione. They're not supposed to know that. "I took the test while in Bulgaria," she invented them. "Anyway, Crookshanks likes Bulgaria."
"I can't believe your gave your own cat to that Bulgarian git," commented Ron.
"Why are you fixated on my cat?" demanded Hermione. "For God's sake Ron, you don't even like the damn animal!" She took a deep breath and calmed herself.
"That was really creepy, Hermione." Harry looked at her uncomfortably. "When you yelled at Ron, your eyes seemed to get darker." He shook his head. "Maybe you're just adjusting to the climate?"
"That's probably it Harry. I'm adjusting to the maritime climate of England, so my eyes changed color when I was angry," Hermione snapped. "Brilliant deduction." She took a deep breath. "So, what time is Katie's party?" she asked, eager to change the subject.
"Not until nine," answered Harry. "So we have time to catch up on our lives and stuff. Why don't we go outside?" He smiled at Hermione. "You can tell us about Bulgaria, Ron can sulk in his jealous rage."
"I'm not JEALOUS!" shrieked Ron. "And I don't sulk."
"Yeah? Well, what do you call the month when you wouldn't talk to Hermione because you thought Crookshanks ate your rat?" quipped Ginny as she handed Hermione a tall glass of lemonade. She passed one to Harry and gave one to Ron.
"That was grieving," answered Ron. "And I'm not jealous of that Bulgarian prat." Why should I be, he thought. Okay, so he's rich, famous, talented and foreign. I'm.none of those things," he realized sadly.
"Hermione, why don't you and I take your trunk up to my room and Harry and Ron can wait outside?" asked Ginny, levitating Hermione's trunk.
"Sure," answered Hermione. I wonder how I can convince her to join forces with Diana, pondered Hermione. I'll have to distinguish between Diana and Voldemort. Make sure she knows that Diana is about justice and Voldemort is lord of the weak mortals.
"Give me some quick details about Viktor," demanded Ginny once they reached her room. "Come on, Mione," she pleaded. "A bit of the good stuff that we can't talk about in front of Ron or he'll hex me."
"If he touches you, I'll throw him an Unforgivable," said Hermione without thinking. Ginny stopped her girlish teasing and gave a small laugh.
"You've been telling the oddest jokes lately." She thought about where Hermione had been until recently and shrugged. "I guess it's a Bulgarian thing. Are you glad you went this summer?"
"Yes," answered Hermione. "It was the best summer of my life." She recalled the first night Diana had contacted her and when she learned of the justice she could grant with her power. Justice for the strong, vengeance for the weak, Hermione reminded herself.
The green bedspread on Ginny's guest bed looked welcoming to Hermione and she sat down upon it. Ginny wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and took Hermione's comment the wrong way. "In case you were wondering, I don't wear pink."
"Huh?"
"The bridesmaid dresses! Redheads look awful in pink," elaborated Ginny.
Hermione laughed. "You look good in everything. You'll look great in the bridesmaid gown. It really brings out your eyes."
Ginny was horrified. "You're MARRYING him?" she shouted.
"WHAT?" yelled Ron and Harry simultaneously from outside.
"I'M KIDDING!" shouted Hermione. "I don't get this, Ginny. You laugh when I make jokes about Avada-ing your brother and you take me seriously when I tell you I'm going to marry Viktor Krum."
Ginny shrugged. "I find it a lot more believable that you would marry a Quidditch superstar than willingly hurt one of your friends."
Hermione laughed. That's going to change pretty quickly, she thought. Just wait to see your precious Harry when I'm through with him.
(Author's Note: Yes, it's short. I might be able to upload tomorrow night, but don't count on it. My bro's going away to college and we need to be a FAMILY. We'll have to gather around the dinner table while my parents attempt to have a barbeque. Last time that happened, they all had burgers and I had my Boca burger (it's like a tofu burger) with homemade guacamole on it. I didn't feel very included in their traditional American family- ness.)
Hermione surveyed the messy house and glanced at Ron. He grinned sheepishly and kicked aside some bottles and wrappers on the floor. "It's all Fred and George," he lied. "And Harry. He's the worst. And err, wait until you see Ginny's room." Ginny kicked him soundly in the leg. Her room was the cleanest of them all.
Hermione said nothing. She was busy planning where she would have her fire that night. Luckily, the Weasleys owned a lot of land. It shouldn't be that difficult to sneak away, she realized. I'll apparate here from Katie Bell's party, then go out and praise the Goddess and thank her for today.
Hermione thought back to earlier in the day, at Harry's awestruck expression when he first glimpsed Dementia. Although she tried to ignore it, she did feel a pang of jealousy. It's nothing, she told herself. I hate Harry and everything he represents. He is evil and used me. She spent several more moments reminding herself why she must insure Harry's demise when Ron interrupted her thoughts.
"Hermione, what happened to your cat?" He looked at Hermione's trunk. "Did you leave Crookshanks at home?
Hermione fixed her eyes on Ron. Crookshanks was still with her, but no longer as a cat. With her newfound powers, Hermione had transfigured her cat into a stunning creature her friends knew as Dementia. If only Harry knew he was infatuated with my cat, she giggled.
HARRY POTTER'S SECRET LOVE AFFAIR WITH MY CAT, Hermione thought. It sounds like a headline from The Quibbler.
"I left Crookshanks in Bulgaria," she said finally. "He became quite attached to Viktor's cat."
"You gave that Viktor your cat!" gasped Harry. "But, Her-"
"No buts, Harry!" Hermione felt her anger rising and struggled to control her rage. "I left my cat there for many reasons. One being I didn't want to take the risk of being splinched with my cat when I apparated to Diagon Alley! I've been turned into a cat too many times already," shuddered Hermione, recalling her Polyjuice Potion gone wrong in second year.
"When did you learn how to apparate?" questioned Ginny.
Whoops, thought Hermione. They're not supposed to know that. "I took the test while in Bulgaria," she invented them. "Anyway, Crookshanks likes Bulgaria."
"I can't believe your gave your own cat to that Bulgarian git," commented Ron.
"Why are you fixated on my cat?" demanded Hermione. "For God's sake Ron, you don't even like the damn animal!" She took a deep breath and calmed herself.
"That was really creepy, Hermione." Harry looked at her uncomfortably. "When you yelled at Ron, your eyes seemed to get darker." He shook his head. "Maybe you're just adjusting to the climate?"
"That's probably it Harry. I'm adjusting to the maritime climate of England, so my eyes changed color when I was angry," Hermione snapped. "Brilliant deduction." She took a deep breath. "So, what time is Katie's party?" she asked, eager to change the subject.
"Not until nine," answered Harry. "So we have time to catch up on our lives and stuff. Why don't we go outside?" He smiled at Hermione. "You can tell us about Bulgaria, Ron can sulk in his jealous rage."
"I'm not JEALOUS!" shrieked Ron. "And I don't sulk."
"Yeah? Well, what do you call the month when you wouldn't talk to Hermione because you thought Crookshanks ate your rat?" quipped Ginny as she handed Hermione a tall glass of lemonade. She passed one to Harry and gave one to Ron.
"That was grieving," answered Ron. "And I'm not jealous of that Bulgarian prat." Why should I be, he thought. Okay, so he's rich, famous, talented and foreign. I'm.none of those things," he realized sadly.
"Hermione, why don't you and I take your trunk up to my room and Harry and Ron can wait outside?" asked Ginny, levitating Hermione's trunk.
"Sure," answered Hermione. I wonder how I can convince her to join forces with Diana, pondered Hermione. I'll have to distinguish between Diana and Voldemort. Make sure she knows that Diana is about justice and Voldemort is lord of the weak mortals.
"Give me some quick details about Viktor," demanded Ginny once they reached her room. "Come on, Mione," she pleaded. "A bit of the good stuff that we can't talk about in front of Ron or he'll hex me."
"If he touches you, I'll throw him an Unforgivable," said Hermione without thinking. Ginny stopped her girlish teasing and gave a small laugh.
"You've been telling the oddest jokes lately." She thought about where Hermione had been until recently and shrugged. "I guess it's a Bulgarian thing. Are you glad you went this summer?"
"Yes," answered Hermione. "It was the best summer of my life." She recalled the first night Diana had contacted her and when she learned of the justice she could grant with her power. Justice for the strong, vengeance for the weak, Hermione reminded herself.
The green bedspread on Ginny's guest bed looked welcoming to Hermione and she sat down upon it. Ginny wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and took Hermione's comment the wrong way. "In case you were wondering, I don't wear pink."
"Huh?"
"The bridesmaid dresses! Redheads look awful in pink," elaborated Ginny.
Hermione laughed. "You look good in everything. You'll look great in the bridesmaid gown. It really brings out your eyes."
Ginny was horrified. "You're MARRYING him?" she shouted.
"WHAT?" yelled Ron and Harry simultaneously from outside.
"I'M KIDDING!" shouted Hermione. "I don't get this, Ginny. You laugh when I make jokes about Avada-ing your brother and you take me seriously when I tell you I'm going to marry Viktor Krum."
Ginny shrugged. "I find it a lot more believable that you would marry a Quidditch superstar than willingly hurt one of your friends."
Hermione laughed. That's going to change pretty quickly, she thought. Just wait to see your precious Harry when I'm through with him.
(Author's Note: Yes, it's short. I might be able to upload tomorrow night, but don't count on it. My bro's going away to college and we need to be a FAMILY. We'll have to gather around the dinner table while my parents attempt to have a barbeque. Last time that happened, they all had burgers and I had my Boca burger (it's like a tofu burger) with homemade guacamole on it. I didn't feel very included in their traditional American family- ness.)