(Author's Note: No one's reading this! That's fun. Now I have all these fun
plot twists I get to use so I won't be reported to fanficton.net! Here's a
hint.Molly Weasley/Dumbledore...it's going to be fun.)
For one who complained so much about other people's food, Fred Weasley sure made a mean batch of pancakes. Of course, there wasn't much actual cooking involved-He found a charm in Witch Weekly that made the pancakes for him. Anyhow, they certainly tasted good.
Harry could not stop beaming. "I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy!" he was singing cheerfully as he munched his pancakes. He smiled brilliantly at Ron. "I'm not going to kill myself anymore!"
Hermione cursed. "Oh well," she shrugged as she cut up another pancake. She glanced at her watch. "Ron, shouldn't your parents be getting home like.now?"
"I hope so," said George. "There's no way the house is going to stay this clean for another hour."
"True," agreed Fred as he spilled some more batter on the floor. "Luckily, you don't even need them.you already went to Diagon Alley and bought all your school stuff."
"We don't have school," pointed out George.
"No, we already graduated," agreed Fred.
"We are intellectually superior." George nodded to his twin.
"Alright, there are so many things wrong with that conversation I barely know where to begin," quipped Ginny as she sipped some of her tea. "A, you did not graduate. You left school. And b.aren't you the people that believed Lavender Brown when she told you Posh Spice was her aunt?"
That shut them up, noted Hermione.
"Oh well.we all know who's excited to go back to school," smiled Harry.
Why won't he stop smiling, thought Hermione. I just want to punch those pearly whites out of his mouth. "Who?"
"You! You've got all those advanced classes.you're the only prefect in Gryffindor this year.isn't that super?" he chirped.
Ron scowled as he remembered that he was no longer a prefect after a mix up about "sharing" Parvati Patil's answers on a Potions exam.
"Not entirely," said Hermione. She shuddered. "The prefects have different quarters this year and I'm terrified as to whom I am rooming with."
Ron reached for some orange juice. "You'll probably be with Hannah Abbot."
Hermione lowered her head, casting her eyes so she could watch Harry's reaction to her next words. "True, but I wanted to be in the regular quarters. I was hoping I could room with Dementia."
Harry actually spat out a bit of his juice. "Dementia is going to Hogwarts?" he gasped.
"I thought she mentioned that to you."
"She probably did.I wasn't listening very hard."
"We noticed," smoothed Ginny.
"Is she going to be in our year?" he inquired excitedly, no doubt planning on making her his new Charms partner.
Hermione shrugged. "She was home schooled. She's going to be in some of our classes, but not all of them."
Hermione had thought this through, thoroughly. Dumbledore would see through Dementia in a moment. Fully installing her as a student would involve too much work and too many chances for mistakes. Better to have her suddenly appear and disappear.
"Hello!" called a voice from the living room.
"Shit," cursed Ron. "Mum and Dad!" He and his brothers began urgently straightening up the kitchen as Ginny leaned back and ate another pancake.
"I'm not getting up," she informed them. "You cook it, you clean it."
"My dears!" exclaimed Molly Weasley as she entered. "Ginny.darling, have you grown? Fred, George.. why are you cleaning? What did you do to my house?" She pointed a finger at them threateningly before turning to her youngest son. "Ron, you look pale. Have you been eating your vegetables? Harry dear." She surveyed his smiling face critically. "You're looking better" She reached Hermione. "Hermione! You look.different." She glanced over the lightened completion and the darkened, straightened hair. "I suppose Bulgaria agreed with you? Now out of my kitchen!"
"Morning," greeted Mr. Weasley.
The Weasley children and their guests quickly exited the kitchen. "I've got to go finish my homework," said Ron gloomily. "Harry, help me?"
"Hermione.. help me with my homework?" begged Ginny.
Agreeing, Hermione followed Ginny upstairs. Instead of digging out a roll of parchment, Ginny sat on her bed and burst into tears.
"There there." comforted Hermione, very confused. ".Don't cry?"
Ginny wept harder and grabbed a handkerchief that Hermione offered. "I don't know why it affects me so much," she wept. "I know that he's not my boyfriend and never will be but.oh!"
"Who?"
Ginny gave her a bleary eyed stare. "Who do you think? Harry!"
A wave of annoyance washed through Hermione as she pictured his irritatingly cheerful face. "Oh. Right."
Wiping her eyes, she quietly muffled her sobs. "You must think I'm insane."
Hermione considered the predicament that Ginny was in, not unlike how she was several months ago. "Well.I don't think you're insane. But I don't think you've both feet on the ground either," she said honestly.
Ginny wept harder. "Stupid moronic girl from Israel..!"
Hermione nodded. Watching the sobbing girl, she thought about her own problem. The whole deal with Diana the night before had scared her. Killing an animal had been rough, but what had the goddess meant by something more? Why do all these mythological people speak in riddles?
"You have a lot of problems," she sympathized. She patted Ginny's hand. "Is there anyway I could solve some?"
Ginny wept harder then ever. "Even if you did, I'd just go out and find new ones. My life is just like that."
"You're right," agreed Hermione. "Captured by Voldemort at age 11.I think you went with Neville to a ball sometime.you have unrequited love.Your life is fairly tragic."
"Tell me about it!"
"No offense, but let's compare it with someone's. Say, mine," said Hermione to the sobbing girl. "In every single year, I have been knocked unconscious at some point. First year-while looking for the Sorcerer's stone.second year I was petrified for an entire month. In third year, I was knocked out by a bunch of dementors. Fourth year I was abducted by merpeople and put in the bottom of the lake while people were sending me hate mail full of poisonous pus. Fifth year I got put in a coma when I dogged a killing curse." She thought about her past summer. "And then consider the fact that your brother has unrequited love for me and I don't even speak the same language as Viktor." She continued. "Then consider that I'm a muggle born and face daily taunts at school from the Slytherins. Plus I'm constantly worried that my parents are going to be attacked by the Death Eaters."
Ginny sighed and wiped tears from her eyes. "You're right," she nodded. "You're life is pretty shitty."
"And I didn't even mention the part about selling my soul to wreck unholy havoc on my opposers," commented Hermione.
"Have I mention your odd sense of humor?" quipped Ginny, wiping some more tears from her eyes.
"Oh, quit sniveling," scolded Hermione. "If you stop crying, I'll do your History of Magic homework."
"I love you," said Ginny passionately to Hermione.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Sorry Gin, I'm not ready to take our friendship to that level.
Ginny laughed. "Seriously.if anything happens to you, I'm going to throw myself off a cliff."
"I thought we just discussed how I'm always being attacked."
"Well, if anyone does manage to off you," she said comfortingly.
Hermione opened up textbook and listened to Ginny's pensive ramblings.
"Why are our lives like this? Hermione, we're both smart, attractive young women."
"I'm even hot," interrupted Hermione. She laughed at the surprised expression on her friend's face.
Ginny grinned sheepishly. "Thanks Hermione." She thought for a moment. "I'm going to try to be more like you," she decided. "Whatever you did to snap yourself out of self-pity and whatever.I'm going to do that too."
"That's wonderful," said Hermione. Almost sincerely too.
Helping people is never more rewarding than when it's in your own self- interest, she pondered.
(Author's Note: My friend just asked me if I had the cootie shot.not since second grade.no.)
For one who complained so much about other people's food, Fred Weasley sure made a mean batch of pancakes. Of course, there wasn't much actual cooking involved-He found a charm in Witch Weekly that made the pancakes for him. Anyhow, they certainly tasted good.
Harry could not stop beaming. "I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy!" he was singing cheerfully as he munched his pancakes. He smiled brilliantly at Ron. "I'm not going to kill myself anymore!"
Hermione cursed. "Oh well," she shrugged as she cut up another pancake. She glanced at her watch. "Ron, shouldn't your parents be getting home like.now?"
"I hope so," said George. "There's no way the house is going to stay this clean for another hour."
"True," agreed Fred as he spilled some more batter on the floor. "Luckily, you don't even need them.you already went to Diagon Alley and bought all your school stuff."
"We don't have school," pointed out George.
"No, we already graduated," agreed Fred.
"We are intellectually superior." George nodded to his twin.
"Alright, there are so many things wrong with that conversation I barely know where to begin," quipped Ginny as she sipped some of her tea. "A, you did not graduate. You left school. And b.aren't you the people that believed Lavender Brown when she told you Posh Spice was her aunt?"
That shut them up, noted Hermione.
"Oh well.we all know who's excited to go back to school," smiled Harry.
Why won't he stop smiling, thought Hermione. I just want to punch those pearly whites out of his mouth. "Who?"
"You! You've got all those advanced classes.you're the only prefect in Gryffindor this year.isn't that super?" he chirped.
Ron scowled as he remembered that he was no longer a prefect after a mix up about "sharing" Parvati Patil's answers on a Potions exam.
"Not entirely," said Hermione. She shuddered. "The prefects have different quarters this year and I'm terrified as to whom I am rooming with."
Ron reached for some orange juice. "You'll probably be with Hannah Abbot."
Hermione lowered her head, casting her eyes so she could watch Harry's reaction to her next words. "True, but I wanted to be in the regular quarters. I was hoping I could room with Dementia."
Harry actually spat out a bit of his juice. "Dementia is going to Hogwarts?" he gasped.
"I thought she mentioned that to you."
"She probably did.I wasn't listening very hard."
"We noticed," smoothed Ginny.
"Is she going to be in our year?" he inquired excitedly, no doubt planning on making her his new Charms partner.
Hermione shrugged. "She was home schooled. She's going to be in some of our classes, but not all of them."
Hermione had thought this through, thoroughly. Dumbledore would see through Dementia in a moment. Fully installing her as a student would involve too much work and too many chances for mistakes. Better to have her suddenly appear and disappear.
"Hello!" called a voice from the living room.
"Shit," cursed Ron. "Mum and Dad!" He and his brothers began urgently straightening up the kitchen as Ginny leaned back and ate another pancake.
"I'm not getting up," she informed them. "You cook it, you clean it."
"My dears!" exclaimed Molly Weasley as she entered. "Ginny.darling, have you grown? Fred, George.. why are you cleaning? What did you do to my house?" She pointed a finger at them threateningly before turning to her youngest son. "Ron, you look pale. Have you been eating your vegetables? Harry dear." She surveyed his smiling face critically. "You're looking better" She reached Hermione. "Hermione! You look.different." She glanced over the lightened completion and the darkened, straightened hair. "I suppose Bulgaria agreed with you? Now out of my kitchen!"
"Morning," greeted Mr. Weasley.
The Weasley children and their guests quickly exited the kitchen. "I've got to go finish my homework," said Ron gloomily. "Harry, help me?"
"Hermione.. help me with my homework?" begged Ginny.
Agreeing, Hermione followed Ginny upstairs. Instead of digging out a roll of parchment, Ginny sat on her bed and burst into tears.
"There there." comforted Hermione, very confused. ".Don't cry?"
Ginny wept harder and grabbed a handkerchief that Hermione offered. "I don't know why it affects me so much," she wept. "I know that he's not my boyfriend and never will be but.oh!"
"Who?"
Ginny gave her a bleary eyed stare. "Who do you think? Harry!"
A wave of annoyance washed through Hermione as she pictured his irritatingly cheerful face. "Oh. Right."
Wiping her eyes, she quietly muffled her sobs. "You must think I'm insane."
Hermione considered the predicament that Ginny was in, not unlike how she was several months ago. "Well.I don't think you're insane. But I don't think you've both feet on the ground either," she said honestly.
Ginny wept harder. "Stupid moronic girl from Israel..!"
Hermione nodded. Watching the sobbing girl, she thought about her own problem. The whole deal with Diana the night before had scared her. Killing an animal had been rough, but what had the goddess meant by something more? Why do all these mythological people speak in riddles?
"You have a lot of problems," she sympathized. She patted Ginny's hand. "Is there anyway I could solve some?"
Ginny wept harder then ever. "Even if you did, I'd just go out and find new ones. My life is just like that."
"You're right," agreed Hermione. "Captured by Voldemort at age 11.I think you went with Neville to a ball sometime.you have unrequited love.Your life is fairly tragic."
"Tell me about it!"
"No offense, but let's compare it with someone's. Say, mine," said Hermione to the sobbing girl. "In every single year, I have been knocked unconscious at some point. First year-while looking for the Sorcerer's stone.second year I was petrified for an entire month. In third year, I was knocked out by a bunch of dementors. Fourth year I was abducted by merpeople and put in the bottom of the lake while people were sending me hate mail full of poisonous pus. Fifth year I got put in a coma when I dogged a killing curse." She thought about her past summer. "And then consider the fact that your brother has unrequited love for me and I don't even speak the same language as Viktor." She continued. "Then consider that I'm a muggle born and face daily taunts at school from the Slytherins. Plus I'm constantly worried that my parents are going to be attacked by the Death Eaters."
Ginny sighed and wiped tears from her eyes. "You're right," she nodded. "You're life is pretty shitty."
"And I didn't even mention the part about selling my soul to wreck unholy havoc on my opposers," commented Hermione.
"Have I mention your odd sense of humor?" quipped Ginny, wiping some more tears from her eyes.
"Oh, quit sniveling," scolded Hermione. "If you stop crying, I'll do your History of Magic homework."
"I love you," said Ginny passionately to Hermione.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Sorry Gin, I'm not ready to take our friendship to that level.
Ginny laughed. "Seriously.if anything happens to you, I'm going to throw myself off a cliff."
"I thought we just discussed how I'm always being attacked."
"Well, if anyone does manage to off you," she said comfortingly.
Hermione opened up textbook and listened to Ginny's pensive ramblings.
"Why are our lives like this? Hermione, we're both smart, attractive young women."
"I'm even hot," interrupted Hermione. She laughed at the surprised expression on her friend's face.
Ginny grinned sheepishly. "Thanks Hermione." She thought for a moment. "I'm going to try to be more like you," she decided. "Whatever you did to snap yourself out of self-pity and whatever.I'm going to do that too."
"That's wonderful," said Hermione. Almost sincerely too.
Helping people is never more rewarding than when it's in your own self- interest, she pondered.
(Author's Note: My friend just asked me if I had the cootie shot.not since second grade.no.)