(Author's Note: This is ridiculous. No one is reading the damn fanfic.so
enjoy my mindless prattlings.)
Hermione and Ginny ventured outside a few moments later, clutching their glasses of lemonade. Ginny settled herself in a chair next to Harry while Hermione made due with the last chair, one next to Ron.
"So, Hermione ," began Ron as he nonchalantly stretched and dropped an arm over her shoulder. "Tell us about your summer." He took a sip of his lemonade, struggling to hold it in. He cast a look of desperation and anxiety to his best friend. Would she reject his first sign of other-than- friendly affection for her?
"It was lovely," said Hermione. She glared at his arm as if it was a snake. "Did you know that Bulgarians sunbathe in the nude?" she said suddenly, reaching for her own glace of lemonade.
Ron spat out a bit of his beverage, taking his arm off of Hermione. She smiled a little, seeing her ploy had worked.. Ginny was giggling and even Harry seemed a bit flustered. "The weather here is quite pleasant," observed Hermione, oblivious to her friends discomfort. "Did you have a lot of sun this summer?"
"So Hermione," asked Ginny, still giggling. "Did Viktor sunbathe in the nude?" She appeared to struggle over the word nude, giggling like a toddler.
"Mmhm. Everyone did.," confirmed Hermione. "This lemonade is quite excellent, Ginny."
"Thank you," giggled Ginny. She turned to Harry. "Hermione's seen an international Quidditch star naked!"
This revelation nearly caused Hermione to spit out her lemonade. She thought of the absurdity of this. She sells her soul to the Diana, the Roman goddess of the three forms-the moon, the earth, and the lower world, experiences a lot of sexual action with Viktor Krum, develops astonishing powers for one of her age-And her friends are astonished that she saw an athlete undressed.
"So, was he." said Ginny. "You know..?"
"What?" questioned Hermione. She was drawn out of her thoughts and glanced up at Ginny. "Was he what?"
"You know!" exclaimed Ginny. Ron coughed and turned beet red. The thought of his affection gazing on another naked male was nauseating to him.
"Virginia, can't you ask her these questions when you're alone? You know, where Harry and I don't have to hear about his.whatsit?" He blushed and turned to Hermione.
"OH!" she gasped, realizing what they were asking her. She leaned over and whispered to Ginny. "It was more than proportional, believe me."
Ginny let out a shriek. "We've spent way to much time on this subject," observed Harry, growing more and more worried as his best friend and other friend's sister were discussing something..so touchy.
"Did you read any good books?" he asked Hermione, eager to change the subject.
"Several, in fact." Hermione thought about which books to tell him about. Surely he'd grow suspicious of Raising the Bargain: When to Sell Your Soul. "I read The Accidental Woman by Barbara Delinsky," she informed him. "It was intriguing."
"Did you sunbathe also?" interrupted Ron, gaining some control over his facial capillaries. His face was no longer bright read, just a little pink.
"Obviously," answered Hermione. "How else did I get this golden tan?" Hermione didn't have a tan-as her friends noticed before, she was as pale as Malfoy.
Ginny wasn't sure if it was the image of Hermione tanning or Viktor gazing at the sunbathing girl that caused Ron to choke. "Quick!" she shouted. "Herm, he's choking."
"Oughtn't we do the Heimlich?" said Harry bleakly, looking at his choking friend. Ron made various motions, pointing to Ginny's wand.
"Who's that?" cried Ginny. "Damn, how can you cure someone of choking?" She shook Hermione. "Save him!"
Hermione was calmly sipping her lemonade as she held up a finger to quiet Ginny. "Panicking doesn't solve anything, Gin."
"I'M NOT PANICIKNG, BUT MY BROTHER'S DYING!"
By this time, Ron was turning purple and was on the verge of passing out. Why should I even bother to save him, thought Hermione. He's an irritating, infatuated chauvinist who hated my cat. He like Dementia, though.
"Calm down," she scolded. She waved her hand in Ron's direction. "Recitium!" she chanted, thrusting a ball of energy towards her suffocating friend. The energy went down his mouth and cleared his throat. Ron sat up from the ground and looked at Hermione in fear/awe.
"How'd you do that?" he whispered at the glowering Hermione. She did not appreciate having to show off her powers in front of her three incompetent friends. After using the dark magic, she always gave off a stronger aura than usual. Anyone with half a brain could figure out what she was doing.
"I believe a thank you is in order," she snapped at Ron. "Honestly, some talk about naked people and you nearly die." Harry offered him a hand and Ron got up from the ground.
"Sorry," he grinned sheepishly. "I've just never seen anyone do that."
"Me neither," added Harry. "I don't remember learning that in Charms."
"Well, perhaps if the two of you paid attention for once you might learn something!" explained Hermione.
"Come on 'Mione," said Ginny. "Katie's party is in an hour. Want to go get ready?"
"Fine," snapped Hermione to the boys. They hung their heads in mock shame. She turned and entered the house, Ginny at her heels.
Ginny looked up at her friend. "Something's different about her," she mused. She gazed at the towering figure, her shadow dancing on the stairs. "It's not just the looks, the hair.Something's wrong."
(Author's Note: Yes, I'm aware nothing happened. But I'm tired. Say, if you're looking for something interesting to do..download any music by the Lords of Acid. That's some R-rated stuff, pos!)
Hermione and Ginny ventured outside a few moments later, clutching their glasses of lemonade. Ginny settled herself in a chair next to Harry while Hermione made due with the last chair, one next to Ron.
"So, Hermione ," began Ron as he nonchalantly stretched and dropped an arm over her shoulder. "Tell us about your summer." He took a sip of his lemonade, struggling to hold it in. He cast a look of desperation and anxiety to his best friend. Would she reject his first sign of other-than- friendly affection for her?
"It was lovely," said Hermione. She glared at his arm as if it was a snake. "Did you know that Bulgarians sunbathe in the nude?" she said suddenly, reaching for her own glace of lemonade.
Ron spat out a bit of his beverage, taking his arm off of Hermione. She smiled a little, seeing her ploy had worked.. Ginny was giggling and even Harry seemed a bit flustered. "The weather here is quite pleasant," observed Hermione, oblivious to her friends discomfort. "Did you have a lot of sun this summer?"
"So Hermione," asked Ginny, still giggling. "Did Viktor sunbathe in the nude?" She appeared to struggle over the word nude, giggling like a toddler.
"Mmhm. Everyone did.," confirmed Hermione. "This lemonade is quite excellent, Ginny."
"Thank you," giggled Ginny. She turned to Harry. "Hermione's seen an international Quidditch star naked!"
This revelation nearly caused Hermione to spit out her lemonade. She thought of the absurdity of this. She sells her soul to the Diana, the Roman goddess of the three forms-the moon, the earth, and the lower world, experiences a lot of sexual action with Viktor Krum, develops astonishing powers for one of her age-And her friends are astonished that she saw an athlete undressed.
"So, was he." said Ginny. "You know..?"
"What?" questioned Hermione. She was drawn out of her thoughts and glanced up at Ginny. "Was he what?"
"You know!" exclaimed Ginny. Ron coughed and turned beet red. The thought of his affection gazing on another naked male was nauseating to him.
"Virginia, can't you ask her these questions when you're alone? You know, where Harry and I don't have to hear about his.whatsit?" He blushed and turned to Hermione.
"OH!" she gasped, realizing what they were asking her. She leaned over and whispered to Ginny. "It was more than proportional, believe me."
Ginny let out a shriek. "We've spent way to much time on this subject," observed Harry, growing more and more worried as his best friend and other friend's sister were discussing something..so touchy.
"Did you read any good books?" he asked Hermione, eager to change the subject.
"Several, in fact." Hermione thought about which books to tell him about. Surely he'd grow suspicious of Raising the Bargain: When to Sell Your Soul. "I read The Accidental Woman by Barbara Delinsky," she informed him. "It was intriguing."
"Did you sunbathe also?" interrupted Ron, gaining some control over his facial capillaries. His face was no longer bright read, just a little pink.
"Obviously," answered Hermione. "How else did I get this golden tan?" Hermione didn't have a tan-as her friends noticed before, she was as pale as Malfoy.
Ginny wasn't sure if it was the image of Hermione tanning or Viktor gazing at the sunbathing girl that caused Ron to choke. "Quick!" she shouted. "Herm, he's choking."
"Oughtn't we do the Heimlich?" said Harry bleakly, looking at his choking friend. Ron made various motions, pointing to Ginny's wand.
"Who's that?" cried Ginny. "Damn, how can you cure someone of choking?" She shook Hermione. "Save him!"
Hermione was calmly sipping her lemonade as she held up a finger to quiet Ginny. "Panicking doesn't solve anything, Gin."
"I'M NOT PANICIKNG, BUT MY BROTHER'S DYING!"
By this time, Ron was turning purple and was on the verge of passing out. Why should I even bother to save him, thought Hermione. He's an irritating, infatuated chauvinist who hated my cat. He like Dementia, though.
"Calm down," she scolded. She waved her hand in Ron's direction. "Recitium!" she chanted, thrusting a ball of energy towards her suffocating friend. The energy went down his mouth and cleared his throat. Ron sat up from the ground and looked at Hermione in fear/awe.
"How'd you do that?" he whispered at the glowering Hermione. She did not appreciate having to show off her powers in front of her three incompetent friends. After using the dark magic, she always gave off a stronger aura than usual. Anyone with half a brain could figure out what she was doing.
"I believe a thank you is in order," she snapped at Ron. "Honestly, some talk about naked people and you nearly die." Harry offered him a hand and Ron got up from the ground.
"Sorry," he grinned sheepishly. "I've just never seen anyone do that."
"Me neither," added Harry. "I don't remember learning that in Charms."
"Well, perhaps if the two of you paid attention for once you might learn something!" explained Hermione.
"Come on 'Mione," said Ginny. "Katie's party is in an hour. Want to go get ready?"
"Fine," snapped Hermione to the boys. They hung their heads in mock shame. She turned and entered the house, Ginny at her heels.
Ginny looked up at her friend. "Something's different about her," she mused. She gazed at the towering figure, her shadow dancing on the stairs. "It's not just the looks, the hair.Something's wrong."
(Author's Note: Yes, I'm aware nothing happened. But I'm tired. Say, if you're looking for something interesting to do..download any music by the Lords of Acid. That's some R-rated stuff, pos!)