Past-time Paradise
Sun crept onto Hermione Granger's face as she stirred on Monday morning. She stood up and walked over to the small window next to her full-size bed. The dew from the daisies below were sparkling, with brilliance. One more week of waking up to daisies. School was about to start. Yet, she was happy, this was her last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she could sense that it was going to be a remarkable year. She was planning on seeing her best friends and highly royal crush. Well, maybe not royal, but to her he seemed like a prince in shinning armor.
She quickly undressed from her purple pajamas and replaced them with a white tank-top and a pair of jean shorts. She looked in her full-length mirror, that hung from her bedroom door, her body had definitely changed during her vacation. Now her pants hugged her hips and you could see her curves from under her tank-top. She was anxious to see how her friends had changed. She could wait though.
She walked down the carpeted stairs in her house quietly as not to wake anyone else. The grandfather clock by the front door chimed six times, it was 6:00 a.m. She couldn't remember the last time she had woken up this early during the time of June 20 and August 13. Otherwise, it seemed refreshing.
The iron skillet was crackling as she moved butter around the edges and the middle. She let it be and watched the butter melt into a yellowish liquid. She cracked an egg and dumped it on the pan, for the first time since June, she picked up her wand from the open draw beside her and bewitched the spatula to flip the eggs over-easy, while she went outside to fetch the morning paper. But, before she could an owl flew onto the window perch outside the bay window across the kitchen. she immediately recognized the owl as belonging to Harry Potter one of her most beloved Best Friends.
She unlocked the main window and pulled it up allowing the owl to soar into the kitchen with ease.
"Hello, Hedwig, what have you brought from Harry?" Hermione while glancing at the note firmly tied to the owl's right leg. Hermione walked over, but picked up a piece of bread first to give Hedwig. she gave the bread to the owl so that she would be distracted by eating than by Hermione desperately trying to untie the message from her leg.
Finally, after a minute of total concentration she managed to pry the knot open and retrieve the letter. Hedwig had just finished her bread and, noticing she was done, pecked her finger affectionately and flew over to the window, waiting for her to write a response back to the letter.
Hermione opened the note and read it through, an enormous smile spread across her face:
Hermione,
How's your summer going, mine is going fine. I got to leave the Dursley's and come to the Burrow. Ron's here and wants to know if you would like to come early and spend a week here before term starts. Send your decision with Hedwig as soon as you can.
-Harry
hermione was so overjoyed she ran up the stairs again, and opened the door to her parents room and practically jumped onto her mother.
"Mum, Mum! Wake up, I have great news!" Hermione was shaking her mother with such force her father woke up with her mother.
"Hermione, what on earth is the matter?" Her father looked her straight in the eye and she knew she was in trouble.
"Ron and Harry asked me to come to the Burrow." She answered lowering her tone a little.
"Thats great honey, but can you please let me and your father go back to sleep. This is our only vacation week and we would like to enjoy it." Hermione's mother managed to spit out sleepily.
"Sorry, but, I need your answer. Can I go? Please!" Hermione was desperately trying to sound sweet and innocent.
"Sure, honey, just find out where they want to meet, so we can drop you off." Her mother said while closing her eyes again and turning over, having her back face Hermione.
"Now, Moraine (a/n I do not know Hermione's mom's name I just made it up), I don't think it is a good idea to let our daughter go to a boy's home over the last week in her vacation." Hermione knew exactly what he meant she opened her mouth to protest, but her mother beat her to the words.
"Dear, Hermione is 17 now, she is responsible enough to know what would happen if she did anything we wouldn't approve of." Her mother had turned over and was looking her straight in the eye as if to see that her daughter was completely comprehending what she was explaining, "Right, Hermione?"
"Of course, mum. I will be very responsible and good minded. I know what choices to make and which ones not to. And besides it is his parents house." Hermione said this like it was the key thing to say in one of these conversations.
"See, we can trust our little Hermione!" Her mother sat up and hugged her daughter. Hermione noticed the wink she got from her mother before she managed to wrap her in her lengthy arms.
"Okay, but I want to meet their parents first." Hermione's father spat at her mother.
"Oh, dad, it's only Ron's parents, Harry's parents died. You should know that." Hermione laughed.
"Oh, yes, dear. Sorry, I am still a little tired from a certain, somebody, waking me up." He smiled at her. She smirked back. Her mother let go of her and laid back down.
"So it's settled, I am going to the Burrow." Hermione burst with joy.
She ran down stairs again, wrote quickly on a napkin that was lying on the kitchen table,
Harry,
My parents said Yes! Ask Mrs. Weasley where we can meet, since my house is not connected to the floo network.
-Hermione
She ran over to the draw she had left open and moved some items around before finding a spool of string and scissors. She cut of a small amount and ran over to Hedwig, who seemed aggravated by the time she had to wait for Hermione to get an answer from her parents.
"Sorry, Hedwig, didn't mean to take that long." Hermione told the owl as she wrapped the note around Hedwig's leg which was not extended, as if she was trying to make it more difficult for her, as to pay her back for making her wait.
Hermione finally tied the note tightly and watched as hedwig disappeared east to where the sun was still rising. Hermione walked over to her cold egg that the bewitched spatula managed to flip onto hermione's grandmother's old china, that she was surly to inherit when she got married. She brought the egg over to the table and sat down. She had forgotten a fork, but she didn't care. She wasn't even thinking about eating. How could she? When she was busy thinking about Ronald Weasley, her Prince in Shining Armor.
Sun crept onto Hermione Granger's face as she stirred on Monday morning. She stood up and walked over to the small window next to her full-size bed. The dew from the daisies below were sparkling, with brilliance. One more week of waking up to daisies. School was about to start. Yet, she was happy, this was her last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she could sense that it was going to be a remarkable year. She was planning on seeing her best friends and highly royal crush. Well, maybe not royal, but to her he seemed like a prince in shinning armor.
She quickly undressed from her purple pajamas and replaced them with a white tank-top and a pair of jean shorts. She looked in her full-length mirror, that hung from her bedroom door, her body had definitely changed during her vacation. Now her pants hugged her hips and you could see her curves from under her tank-top. She was anxious to see how her friends had changed. She could wait though.
She walked down the carpeted stairs in her house quietly as not to wake anyone else. The grandfather clock by the front door chimed six times, it was 6:00 a.m. She couldn't remember the last time she had woken up this early during the time of June 20 and August 13. Otherwise, it seemed refreshing.
The iron skillet was crackling as she moved butter around the edges and the middle. She let it be and watched the butter melt into a yellowish liquid. She cracked an egg and dumped it on the pan, for the first time since June, she picked up her wand from the open draw beside her and bewitched the spatula to flip the eggs over-easy, while she went outside to fetch the morning paper. But, before she could an owl flew onto the window perch outside the bay window across the kitchen. she immediately recognized the owl as belonging to Harry Potter one of her most beloved Best Friends.
She unlocked the main window and pulled it up allowing the owl to soar into the kitchen with ease.
"Hello, Hedwig, what have you brought from Harry?" Hermione while glancing at the note firmly tied to the owl's right leg. Hermione walked over, but picked up a piece of bread first to give Hedwig. she gave the bread to the owl so that she would be distracted by eating than by Hermione desperately trying to untie the message from her leg.
Finally, after a minute of total concentration she managed to pry the knot open and retrieve the letter. Hedwig had just finished her bread and, noticing she was done, pecked her finger affectionately and flew over to the window, waiting for her to write a response back to the letter.
Hermione opened the note and read it through, an enormous smile spread across her face:
Hermione,
How's your summer going, mine is going fine. I got to leave the Dursley's and come to the Burrow. Ron's here and wants to know if you would like to come early and spend a week here before term starts. Send your decision with Hedwig as soon as you can.
-Harry
hermione was so overjoyed she ran up the stairs again, and opened the door to her parents room and practically jumped onto her mother.
"Mum, Mum! Wake up, I have great news!" Hermione was shaking her mother with such force her father woke up with her mother.
"Hermione, what on earth is the matter?" Her father looked her straight in the eye and she knew she was in trouble.
"Ron and Harry asked me to come to the Burrow." She answered lowering her tone a little.
"Thats great honey, but can you please let me and your father go back to sleep. This is our only vacation week and we would like to enjoy it." Hermione's mother managed to spit out sleepily.
"Sorry, but, I need your answer. Can I go? Please!" Hermione was desperately trying to sound sweet and innocent.
"Sure, honey, just find out where they want to meet, so we can drop you off." Her mother said while closing her eyes again and turning over, having her back face Hermione.
"Now, Moraine (a/n I do not know Hermione's mom's name I just made it up), I don't think it is a good idea to let our daughter go to a boy's home over the last week in her vacation." Hermione knew exactly what he meant she opened her mouth to protest, but her mother beat her to the words.
"Dear, Hermione is 17 now, she is responsible enough to know what would happen if she did anything we wouldn't approve of." Her mother had turned over and was looking her straight in the eye as if to see that her daughter was completely comprehending what she was explaining, "Right, Hermione?"
"Of course, mum. I will be very responsible and good minded. I know what choices to make and which ones not to. And besides it is his parents house." Hermione said this like it was the key thing to say in one of these conversations.
"See, we can trust our little Hermione!" Her mother sat up and hugged her daughter. Hermione noticed the wink she got from her mother before she managed to wrap her in her lengthy arms.
"Okay, but I want to meet their parents first." Hermione's father spat at her mother.
"Oh, dad, it's only Ron's parents, Harry's parents died. You should know that." Hermione laughed.
"Oh, yes, dear. Sorry, I am still a little tired from a certain, somebody, waking me up." He smiled at her. She smirked back. Her mother let go of her and laid back down.
"So it's settled, I am going to the Burrow." Hermione burst with joy.
She ran down stairs again, wrote quickly on a napkin that was lying on the kitchen table,
Harry,
My parents said Yes! Ask Mrs. Weasley where we can meet, since my house is not connected to the floo network.
-Hermione
She ran over to the draw she had left open and moved some items around before finding a spool of string and scissors. She cut of a small amount and ran over to Hedwig, who seemed aggravated by the time she had to wait for Hermione to get an answer from her parents.
"Sorry, Hedwig, didn't mean to take that long." Hermione told the owl as she wrapped the note around Hedwig's leg which was not extended, as if she was trying to make it more difficult for her, as to pay her back for making her wait.
Hermione finally tied the note tightly and watched as hedwig disappeared east to where the sun was still rising. Hermione walked over to her cold egg that the bewitched spatula managed to flip onto hermione's grandmother's old china, that she was surly to inherit when she got married. She brought the egg over to the table and sat down. She had forgotten a fork, but she didn't care. She wasn't even thinking about eating. How could she? When she was busy thinking about Ronald Weasley, her Prince in Shining Armor.