Hey guys new story for new topic.
Kel6- thanks for everything
Daydreamfreak8- .... Dork
A Place Called Home
Hermione looked around her room. Her CD player was blasting, drowning out the sounds of her parents fighting. It never scared her when her parents fought; they always made up two seconds later.
And sure enough their screams stopped but only because the doorbell rang.
Hermione smiled to herself. She loved them so much. But sometimes she wondered how her life would be if they were not muggles. It did seem that they wanted her to be one. They always go her a new CD or movie or something like that for her birthday or something like that. She always thought it was nice but now she would really like it if they were a witch and wizard.
There was a light knock on the door.
"Honey, can I come in?" her mum's voice said through the door.
"Sure," Hermione jumped up off the floor and stood in the middle of the room.
"Hey, Hermione," Mum said. "Aren't you going to do something and go outside?"
"There's nothing to do," she sat down on the bed looking at her mother.
"Sure there is," Mum protested. "What about all your old friends?"
"I haven't seen them in, like, three years."
"I talked to your little friend, Megan, mother the other day," Hermione raised her eyebrows. "She said Megan missed you and would like to hang out this summer."
Hermione remembered the last time she saw all of her friends, Megan, Jordan, Muffin, and Sara. They all tried stealing packs of gum from the corner store. Muffin and Sara made it out with five packs and Megan four. But Hermione couldn't, for the life of her, remember if she stole any.
For some reason it made her smile. Her old friends where nothing like Harry and Ron. Yet they where so alike. They all loved taking risks took nothing from no one, and they all trusted her.
"What else did she say?" Hermione asked.
"Why don't you ask? She is waiting for you in the backyard."
"Oh," was all she could say and she walked down the stairs and through the kitchen and out the back door.
Megan was there. And so was Sara, Jordan and Muffin. Jordan was still wearing his trucker hat that he had always warn since forever. Muffin looked exactly like she remembered him. He had this weird hair cut making his head look like a giant muffin, one reason why he got that nickname. But Sara and Megan looked different. They looked much more grown up.
"Hi," Hermione's throat was to dry to say anything else.
"Wow!" exclaimed Muffin. "Hermione, you look great!"
Hermione's ears went red and she looked down at what she was wearing. Just a pair of blue jeans and a plain, tight black t-shirt.
"Ummm... thanks," now her cheeks where red, too.
Megan came up beside her and hooked arms with her.
"Come on," Megan said, "let us go and get you a milkshake. You have to tell us what has happened to you in that new school of yours."
Kel6- thanks for everything
Daydreamfreak8- .... Dork
A Place Called Home
Hermione looked around her room. Her CD player was blasting, drowning out the sounds of her parents fighting. It never scared her when her parents fought; they always made up two seconds later.
And sure enough their screams stopped but only because the doorbell rang.
Hermione smiled to herself. She loved them so much. But sometimes she wondered how her life would be if they were not muggles. It did seem that they wanted her to be one. They always go her a new CD or movie or something like that for her birthday or something like that. She always thought it was nice but now she would really like it if they were a witch and wizard.
There was a light knock on the door.
"Honey, can I come in?" her mum's voice said through the door.
"Sure," Hermione jumped up off the floor and stood in the middle of the room.
"Hey, Hermione," Mum said. "Aren't you going to do something and go outside?"
"There's nothing to do," she sat down on the bed looking at her mother.
"Sure there is," Mum protested. "What about all your old friends?"
"I haven't seen them in, like, three years."
"I talked to your little friend, Megan, mother the other day," Hermione raised her eyebrows. "She said Megan missed you and would like to hang out this summer."
Hermione remembered the last time she saw all of her friends, Megan, Jordan, Muffin, and Sara. They all tried stealing packs of gum from the corner store. Muffin and Sara made it out with five packs and Megan four. But Hermione couldn't, for the life of her, remember if she stole any.
For some reason it made her smile. Her old friends where nothing like Harry and Ron. Yet they where so alike. They all loved taking risks took nothing from no one, and they all trusted her.
"What else did she say?" Hermione asked.
"Why don't you ask? She is waiting for you in the backyard."
"Oh," was all she could say and she walked down the stairs and through the kitchen and out the back door.
Megan was there. And so was Sara, Jordan and Muffin. Jordan was still wearing his trucker hat that he had always warn since forever. Muffin looked exactly like she remembered him. He had this weird hair cut making his head look like a giant muffin, one reason why he got that nickname. But Sara and Megan looked different. They looked much more grown up.
"Hi," Hermione's throat was to dry to say anything else.
"Wow!" exclaimed Muffin. "Hermione, you look great!"
Hermione's ears went red and she looked down at what she was wearing. Just a pair of blue jeans and a plain, tight black t-shirt.
"Ummm... thanks," now her cheeks where red, too.
Megan came up beside her and hooked arms with her.
"Come on," Megan said, "let us go and get you a milkshake. You have to tell us what has happened to you in that new school of yours."