My Notes: Well, I'm thinking of changing the Humor/Horror category of this because there will be quite a bit of angst. There will also be shipping of a Hermione/Draco kind. Heh heh heh. This is going to be so evil it makes me giddy. As you might have noticed from my Giles quote in Chapter 1 I'm a BtVS fan. But I'm not going to turn Draco into a Spike. If I start to write anyone way out of character, yell at me; unless I progressed the character to that point.
QUESTION! Should I only use Hermione's point of view?
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3. Walking and Talking
How sad and bad and mad it was!
But then, how it was sweet!
~Robert Browning
When I step out of the compartment the passage was bustling with young witches and wizards eager to begin the summer holiday. I smile to myself as I thread through the crowd. Soon I'd be hugging mum and dad and driving in a muggle car to my muggle home. I live a strange double life that few of Hogworts students understand. Not even Harry. For him summer is a prison. For me it is as easy and pleasant as slipping on a pair of fine gloves, I adjust seamlessly. But sometimes when I'm living one life, I'm afraid the other isn't waiting for me anymore, as if it were only a frail dream.
Suddenly I spy Harry and Ron lugging something or other out of our compartment and the anger I felt before seems to slip away. It was just so warming and nostalgic to see them both like that. They were my boys after all. With a laughing tone I call to them, "Hiya, Harry, Ron, leaving with out me?" They see me, smile back, and beckon for me to join them.
"Where have you been Herm?" Harry asked while putting his arm around me and squeezing me into a sideways hug. Good old Harry.
"I could ask you the same question, but I have a fair idea. Well an idea of whom you were with anyways", I returned with a knowing grin, which made him blush ever so slightly confirming my hunch.
"Yeah, well that's a completely different topic", he said smiling madly. Oh yeah. My Harry's in love.
"I'm so glad things are working out for you two", I said lowly to Harry.
"Yeah, well anyways where were you", Harry repeated with a quick glace at unusually silent Ron: a very uncomfortable Ron. He's so cute when he's confused. I can't help but to smile at him reassuringly.
"You know me, I was off somewhere with my nose in a book again", I said with a grin. Deciding not to get into my little zap-a-ferret story.
"Good old Hermione", Harry laughed.
"So, we're all meeting at the burrow in a month then? Harry are you sure your Aunt and Uncle wouldn't let us…" I began to ask.
"For the hundredth time, I'll ask but I can't make any promises. You know how they are," Harry cut me off.
"Well, it's just that we want you safe with everything going on, don't we Ron", I replied, with a quick look to Ron.
"Err, yeah exactly", Ron chimed in.
I suddenly remembered "Oh, I'd like you two to come over to my house sometime this summer, I've got some interest…*ZAP!! *…AHHHH!" For the second time today I find myself falling arse over tit onto the train floor. Only this time as I lay in a disheveled heap I hear a roar of laughter explode around me. Sod's Law.
"Love the hair Granger, but it seems you have a problem with walking and talking at the same time", Malfoy taunted. It was then I realized my normally bushy hair was now an electric green fro extending 1 meter in each direction.
FanBloodlytastic. Malfoy just has to be a complete git about that little holding him against his will thing. I grabbed my wand and thrust it to the sky. "That's it Malfoy, the Gauntlet hath been thrown!" I shouted. I sprung up into a fencing stance and cried out "I challenge thee to a duel you bloody coward!"
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Though this be madness,
yet there is method in 't.
~Shakespeare