The Worst Way to Miss Someone
"The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Jordan and this plot. JK Rowling owns the rest.
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A/N Hey guys, thanks for reading this. R/R Just so you know, their spoken words are "___" and their thoughts are '___' Enjoy!
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Chapter One: The Letters
'Ugh,' thought Hermione Granger as her alarm screamed loudly. Her clock read 5:00 AM 'Why did I agree to go to that early morning gym session?' She clambered out of bed and started to walk toward the bathroom. On the way she ran into her new bookshelf, causing her makeup kit to fall off the top and onto her toes. "Ouch!" Cursing to herself she continued her path to the dark door on the other side of her room. 'No, I don't want to do this,' she thought sleepily. She walked back to her bed and fell into it. Five minutes later her mother came in. She turned on the light and Hermione winced.
"Get out of bed, you said you would be there and so shall you be," her mother said and left the room, leaving the light on. Hermione groaned and once again found her way to the bathroom door. Before she went in, she turned the light in her room back off and got into the shower in the dark.
Fifteen minutes later, Hermione walked into the kitchen where her mom was making breakfast. "Good morning, sleepy head!" her mother greeted her.
"No, definitely not a good morning," Hermione said. She walked over to the table her father had made before he died. She sat in one of the hand- carved chairs and put her head on the table. Her father had died the year before in a car crash with a drunk driver. She was at Hogwarts at the time. When she found out, she wept in her dormitory for many hours, while her best friend, Ginny Weasley, tried to comfort her. Now all she had to remember him by was this table, these chairs, and a rocking chair in her room that he had built for her 16th birthday. She missed him terribly.
Her mother walked over to her with a stack of pancakes. Mrs. Granger patted Hermione's head and set the pancakes in front her. "Time to eat, m'dear," her mother said as she shook Hermione gently. Hermione sat up and ate mechanically. Her mother had really done herself in on those pancakes, they were delicious. They reminded Hermione of the recipe her father had used for everything made with flour, Add a pinch of cinnamon to the batter or dough before cooking. She smiled, some things were not meant for cinnamon. Her father had found that out the hard way after feeding them cinnamon pizza. There was nothing quite like eating pepperoni pizza with the crusts coated in cinnamon. It wasn't really bad, but it wasn't really good either. It was just plain weird.
Hermione got out of her chair. "Well bye, Mom," Hermione said as she grabbed her car keys. "I'll be back in about three hours." Her mother nodded and turned back to her newspaper, deeply engrossed in an article about the new mall coming to town. Hermione rolled her eyes and walked out the door. The crisp morning air woke her up more than any music or shaking her mother provided could. She smiled and set out to the gym.
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When she got home she found two letters awaiting her. One was from Hogwarts and the other from Ginny Weasley. She noticed the Hogwarts one was heavier and thicker than usual. She decided to open it first. She went up the stairs slowly and walked into her room. She sat down at her desk and turned on the lamp that sat on the shelve above her. Hermione set down Ginny's letter and started to open the Hogwarts one. She accidentally tore the parchment envelope as she opened it. She turned it upside down. Out fell two things: a letter and a silver badge. 'What's this?' she thought. 'I already have a Prefect badge.' She picked up the letter, not daring to look at the badge.
Dear Miss Granger,
This letter is to inform you that the school year will begin on September 1st. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross station, platform nine and three quarters, at eleven o'clock. Please find enclosed a list of the required books for this year. Also find enclosed your Head Girl badge. Congratulations. The Head Boy and Girl will be required to ride in the front compartment of the Hogwarts Express. Yours sincerely, Professor M. McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
Hermione stared at the letter for a few moments, her mouth open and mouthing the words soundlessly. Head Girl? Yeah, she had always dreamed it. And she was always pretty sure that she would achieve it, but really. Here it was, she had made Head Girl! She was the most important student in the school! Well, not quite, there was still the Head Boy, who held as much power as she did.
Hermione wondered who the Head Boy would be. It could be Ron, of course, but somehow she doubted it. She made a mental note to write Ron and Harry to ask them. She heard someone laughing and realized that it was her. "HA!" She started to dance around the room. She waltzed among the many trophies and awards that she had won, thinking that Head Girl surpassed them all. Only after she was out of breath did she remember Ginny's letter. Hermione went back to the desk and read the second letter.
Hey Hermione! What's Up? So anyway, I was talking to Mum about how Ron is having Harry over for the rest of the summer and she wanted to know if I wanted to invite you. And I'm like, duh! So, can ya come? I know, it's kinda short notice and everything, but if you can come, we will pick you up on Friday. PLEASE COME!!!! The boys are driving me crazy! We can go shopping in Diagon Alley and Muggle London every day! I got a summer job of babysitting these twin nightmares so I am practically rich! Mum said that I could spend it all on a new wardrobe for me and you. So we have to get you some new clothes, seriously, you are in 7th year. You need some sexy new clothes! You NEED a boyfriend! And we will both get makeovers. And my cousin taught me how to use makeup to make the boys notice you! (Magical makeup, banned at most schools!) So we have to do that. And, well, I could talk forever, but I will wait 'til you are here! So come! Send me an owl! lylas, Ginny
Hermione laughed. 'Yeah,' she thought, 'that's Ginny for you.' She put the letter in the notebook that she and Ginny passed back and forth, full of notes and secrets and rumors. Hermione skimmed through the notebook, smiling at the memories that were in it. She reread Ginny's letter. She smiled, no, she grinned like a maniac as she closed the notebook and set off to find her mom. 'Okay Ginny,' she thought, 'I'll come.'
Her mother agreed to the trip, and Hermione started packing. She was really excited. Somehow, she felt that this routine stay at the Weasley's was going to be anything but routine.
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A/N Yeah, so, that's that. Kinda dorky, but it will get better. The really good stuff won't come into play until they are back at Hogwarts, around Chapter 4. So, I hope ya like it and please review!!!!!!!
~Tangratara~
"The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Jordan and this plot. JK Rowling owns the rest.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N Hey guys, thanks for reading this. R/R Just so you know, their spoken words are "___" and their thoughts are '___' Enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter One: The Letters
'Ugh,' thought Hermione Granger as her alarm screamed loudly. Her clock read 5:00 AM 'Why did I agree to go to that early morning gym session?' She clambered out of bed and started to walk toward the bathroom. On the way she ran into her new bookshelf, causing her makeup kit to fall off the top and onto her toes. "Ouch!" Cursing to herself she continued her path to the dark door on the other side of her room. 'No, I don't want to do this,' she thought sleepily. She walked back to her bed and fell into it. Five minutes later her mother came in. She turned on the light and Hermione winced.
"Get out of bed, you said you would be there and so shall you be," her mother said and left the room, leaving the light on. Hermione groaned and once again found her way to the bathroom door. Before she went in, she turned the light in her room back off and got into the shower in the dark.
Fifteen minutes later, Hermione walked into the kitchen where her mom was making breakfast. "Good morning, sleepy head!" her mother greeted her.
"No, definitely not a good morning," Hermione said. She walked over to the table her father had made before he died. She sat in one of the hand- carved chairs and put her head on the table. Her father had died the year before in a car crash with a drunk driver. She was at Hogwarts at the time. When she found out, she wept in her dormitory for many hours, while her best friend, Ginny Weasley, tried to comfort her. Now all she had to remember him by was this table, these chairs, and a rocking chair in her room that he had built for her 16th birthday. She missed him terribly.
Her mother walked over to her with a stack of pancakes. Mrs. Granger patted Hermione's head and set the pancakes in front her. "Time to eat, m'dear," her mother said as she shook Hermione gently. Hermione sat up and ate mechanically. Her mother had really done herself in on those pancakes, they were delicious. They reminded Hermione of the recipe her father had used for everything made with flour, Add a pinch of cinnamon to the batter or dough before cooking. She smiled, some things were not meant for cinnamon. Her father had found that out the hard way after feeding them cinnamon pizza. There was nothing quite like eating pepperoni pizza with the crusts coated in cinnamon. It wasn't really bad, but it wasn't really good either. It was just plain weird.
Hermione got out of her chair. "Well bye, Mom," Hermione said as she grabbed her car keys. "I'll be back in about three hours." Her mother nodded and turned back to her newspaper, deeply engrossed in an article about the new mall coming to town. Hermione rolled her eyes and walked out the door. The crisp morning air woke her up more than any music or shaking her mother provided could. She smiled and set out to the gym.
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When she got home she found two letters awaiting her. One was from Hogwarts and the other from Ginny Weasley. She noticed the Hogwarts one was heavier and thicker than usual. She decided to open it first. She went up the stairs slowly and walked into her room. She sat down at her desk and turned on the lamp that sat on the shelve above her. Hermione set down Ginny's letter and started to open the Hogwarts one. She accidentally tore the parchment envelope as she opened it. She turned it upside down. Out fell two things: a letter and a silver badge. 'What's this?' she thought. 'I already have a Prefect badge.' She picked up the letter, not daring to look at the badge.
Dear Miss Granger,
This letter is to inform you that the school year will begin on September 1st. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross station, platform nine and three quarters, at eleven o'clock. Please find enclosed a list of the required books for this year. Also find enclosed your Head Girl badge. Congratulations. The Head Boy and Girl will be required to ride in the front compartment of the Hogwarts Express. Yours sincerely, Professor M. McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
Hermione stared at the letter for a few moments, her mouth open and mouthing the words soundlessly. Head Girl? Yeah, she had always dreamed it. And she was always pretty sure that she would achieve it, but really. Here it was, she had made Head Girl! She was the most important student in the school! Well, not quite, there was still the Head Boy, who held as much power as she did.
Hermione wondered who the Head Boy would be. It could be Ron, of course, but somehow she doubted it. She made a mental note to write Ron and Harry to ask them. She heard someone laughing and realized that it was her. "HA!" She started to dance around the room. She waltzed among the many trophies and awards that she had won, thinking that Head Girl surpassed them all. Only after she was out of breath did she remember Ginny's letter. Hermione went back to the desk and read the second letter.
Hey Hermione! What's Up? So anyway, I was talking to Mum about how Ron is having Harry over for the rest of the summer and she wanted to know if I wanted to invite you. And I'm like, duh! So, can ya come? I know, it's kinda short notice and everything, but if you can come, we will pick you up on Friday. PLEASE COME!!!! The boys are driving me crazy! We can go shopping in Diagon Alley and Muggle London every day! I got a summer job of babysitting these twin nightmares so I am practically rich! Mum said that I could spend it all on a new wardrobe for me and you. So we have to get you some new clothes, seriously, you are in 7th year. You need some sexy new clothes! You NEED a boyfriend! And we will both get makeovers. And my cousin taught me how to use makeup to make the boys notice you! (Magical makeup, banned at most schools!) So we have to do that. And, well, I could talk forever, but I will wait 'til you are here! So come! Send me an owl! lylas, Ginny
Hermione laughed. 'Yeah,' she thought, 'that's Ginny for you.' She put the letter in the notebook that she and Ginny passed back and forth, full of notes and secrets and rumors. Hermione skimmed through the notebook, smiling at the memories that were in it. She reread Ginny's letter. She smiled, no, she grinned like a maniac as she closed the notebook and set off to find her mom. 'Okay Ginny,' she thought, 'I'll come.'
Her mother agreed to the trip, and Hermione started packing. She was really excited. Somehow, she felt that this routine stay at the Weasley's was going to be anything but routine.
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A/N Yeah, so, that's that. Kinda dorky, but it will get better. The really good stuff won't come into play until they are back at Hogwarts, around Chapter 4. So, I hope ya like it and please review!!!!!!!
~Tangratara~