Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter and all of his cronies, but I
don't. And I don't own too much time on my hands either. STYX does,
though. *Sob*
A/N: Wow! I have reviews! Nifty Tifty! Ok.
Lady Malfoy: I LIVE in Billings. Doncha love it here? I do. And I LOVE skiing. I do like Horseback riding, but I have only gone once in my life, so I don't know much about it. Are you looking at MSU Billings for a college? 'Cause if you aren't, I don't know what college you're looking at (lol).
Juli-lilly: I intend to continue!
Ash: I'll try to post more often.
Basketball-brat25: I will.
Ok. That's it. Now for the story! We'll get to see just HOW bad Draco Dahling is...(lol)
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The Ski Trip
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Chapter Five
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Too Much Time on my Hands
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"This is Captain Mike and here is your Red Lodge Mountain report." Hermione's radio alarm went off at 6:30. "It looks like a perfect day on the mountain today. We're expecting to be able to open up Palisades and Upper Continental by the end of this week. The temperature today is expected to be 20 degrees. We hope to see you on the mountain!"
"Urgh. Why did I set that damn alarm? Wait...SKIING!!!" And with that, Hermione jumped out of bed and laid out her ski equipment that consisted of ski pants, snow pants, a ski jacket, a headband, gloves, a turtleneck, a sweatshirt, wool socks, and regular tennis shoes. She quickly dressed in the turtleneck, sweatshirt, jeans, socks, and shoes and went downstairs for breakfast.
She walked down the stairs and saw that Aunt Cheryl was already up and reading the newspaper, her half eaten toast on a plate that was sitting on the paper.
"Morning glory, Aunt Cheryl!" Hermione said cheerfully. "What is there to eat for breakfast around here?"
"Oh! Good morning, sweetie. The oatmeal, cream of the west, and breakfast cereal is in the pantry. Have some fruit! There are some apples and bananas on the counter." Aunt Cheryl said, looking up from her paper and referring to her name that Aunt Cheryl always used to call her.
Hermione grabbed some cheerios and a banana, a bowl, a spoon, a knife, a glass, and the, milk. She poured the milk over the cereal and cut the bananas on top of it.
"Um...Aunt Cheryl? I have a question for you..." Hermione said quietly.
"Ask away, sweetie." Aunt Cheryl said, looking up from her newspaper again.
"Um...Are you a...a witch?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"Oh. Well. Sweetie. Um. Yes, I am." Cheryl said, looking rather uncomfortable.
Hermione's eyes widened. "You...you are? Then that means...I'm not entirely muggle born."
"Well, your deceased grandmother, Melody, was a pureblooded witch. She married your grandfather, George, and they had your father and I. Your father Apparently didn't have any magical blood in him, so he stayed a muggle. The Melody died and George re-married. So we grew up around muggles. Father didn't tell us our mother was a witch. Your father was jealous when, on our birthday, (A/N: They are twins) I received a letter and he didn't. So, no. You aren't a muggle born. You're Quarter blooded, I do believe (lol)."
"Whoa. So...Dad's a squib?"
"Well-" But she was cut off by someone.
"Yes. I'm a squib. Are you happy? Now you know. And it's all Mother's fault. If she had been normal, then we wouldn't have two witches in the family."
"Two? We have two? Sweetie? You're a witch?" Cheryl said, looking at Hermione with a delight in her eyes that was true.
"Yes..." Hermione said in a small voice. Her own father was unnerving her.
"Oh! Sweetie! I would have told you sooner if I knew you were a witch! Oh, Hermione, do you go to Hogwarts? What house are you in? What year are you in? Is Dumbledore still there?" Hermione was seriously experiencing déjà vu here. Bethany had asked almost the exact same questions as Cheryl was now.
"Yes, I go to Hogwarts. I'm a Gryffindor 6th year. Yes, Dumbledore is still there." Hermione answered. Then she asked, "What house were you in?"
"I was a Revenclaw. But I wanted to be in Gryffindor. I did like my house, but I was too wild for many of them. I didn't like studying, and all of my friends in my house did. So I made friends with Bethany-" But she was again cut off.
"You told me that you met her when you moved here! So she's a witch too?!? Great. I'm living in a witch's house! Just peachy. Why couldn't you be normal? Why?"
"Davie. Calm down. We both left the wizarding world. The only things that we own from the wizarding world now are our wands and our owls. And we just keep the owls because they are living, breathing animals! So we are as normal as you are. So just calm down." Cheryl said, a little annoyed.
"Ok... I'm going to get ready to go now...I'll just out my bowl in the sink and go up to my room. Um...I'll see you in," Hermione checked her watch, "15 minutes. Ok?" But she didn't wait for an answer. She fled the room before she had to hear any more arguing.
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Hermione walked up to Draco's room and knocked. There wasn't an answer, so she walked in.
"Draco? What are you still doing in bed? You only have twenty minutes to get ready." She said to the figure still asleep in his bed. She turned on the overhead light and walked up to his bed.
"I sure hope you're decent." She told him. Then she pulled his covers completely off his bed. He was just wearing his boxers. He still didn't move.
"Fine. If you want me to play rough." She then walked up to him and leant her head near his ear. "GET UP NOW YOU LAZY ASS!!!" She screamed in his ear.
"Huh? What? What the heck is going on?" He shot up and started muttering incoherently.
"You only have 20 minutes to get ready, so you might want to change and get something to eat." Hermione said, and then left the room.
(Draco's P.O.V.)
"O...k..." was all that I could say. Hermione had come in. Woken him up. Tore his covers off his bed. Screamed in his ear that he was a lazy ass. Saw him in his boxers. Whoa. And all that supposedly happened within two minutes.
I got up and walked over to the shower and took a quick five-minute shower, not even conscious of what temperature it was. I stepped out and dressed in a t-shirt, a sweatshirt, ski pants, and snow pants, both Bethany had leant me. I grabbed my coat that I owned and my headband. I put on my shoes and looked at my watch. Five minutes.
I bolted down the stairs and asked Bethany, "Can I borrow some gloves?" Which she agreed to. I grabbed a pair of gloves and an apple. I washed the apple and told Bethany I'd eat on the way.
"OK!!! Let's go!!!!" Bethany yelled. Hermione came bolting down the stairs followed by Cheryl. Speed must run in the family.
Hermione grabbed an apple and washed it. "Ready whenever you are."
We all piled into the suburban and Cheryl loaded her skis onto the ski rack on top of the car and jumped I the passenger seat.
"Get comfy, we're going to be driving for half an hour." Cheryl said, buckling her seatbelt.
"Aunt Cheryl? Why are you brining your skis?" Hermione asked, handing her her STYX c.d.
"I'm teaching lessons today. Do you want to have a lesson?"
"Um...I think I can remember from when I was here last. I can remember snow plowing. And turning. And stopping. I think I'll be fine." She said calmly.
"How about you Draco?" Bethany asked.
"Um..." I looked at Hermione pleadingly.
"I'll teach him. It'll help me remember." Hermione volunteered.
I mouthed a 'thank you' and turned to what the c.d. was playing.
"Turn it to number four. That's my favorite song."
~(Synthesizer plays)~
~Ya I'm sittin' on this box~
~To talk like a Damned~
~Got the 12:00 news blues.~
~And I've given up hope~
~on the afternoon soaps and a bottle of cold brew.~
~Is it any wonder I'm not crazy?~
~Is it any wonder I'm sane at all?~
~Well I'm so tired of losing~
~I've got nothing to do~
~And all day to do it.~
~Well I go out crusin' ~
~But I've not place to go~
~And all night to get there.~
~Is it any wonder I'm not a criminal?~
~Is it any wonder I'm not in jail?~
~Is it any wonder I've got ~
~Too much time on my hands~
~It's tickin away with my sanity~
~I've got too much time on my hands~
~It's hard to believe ~
~Such a calamity~
~I've got too much time on my hands~
~And it's tickin' away~
~Tickin' away from me.~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~It's ti- ti- ti- ti-tickin' away~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~And I don't know what to do with myself~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~(Guitar plays)~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~(Too much time on my ha-ands)~
~(Synthesizer plays)~
~Now I'm a genius~
~I can solve the world's problems~
~Without even trying~
~I've have dozens of friends~
~And the fun never ends~
~That is as long as I'm buying~
~Is it any wonder I'm not the president?~
~Is it any wonder I'm not employed?~
~Is it any wonder I've got~
~Too much time on my hands?~
~It's tickin' away with my sanity~
~I've got too much~
~Time in on my hands~
~It's hard to believe~
~Such a calamity~
~I've got too much time on my hands~
~And it's tickin' away~
~Tickin away from me~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~It's ti- ti- ti- ti-tickin' away~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~And I don't know what to do with myself~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~Mmmmmmm~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~ It's ti- ti- ti- ti-tickin' away~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~Mmmmmhmmmm~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~(Too much time on my)~
~(Sound of alarm clock)~
"What do you think?" Hermione asked, breaking me away from my thoughts.
"It's good. Is this what you were listening to in the den?" I asked, curious.
"Yup. It's STYX. They're my favorite band. Actually, four isn't my favorite song, twelve is. But I wanted to listen to something that'll wake me up instead of put me to sleep. My favorite song is really slow and calming, I listen to it at night. So I want to put on a different song. One that'll wake everyone up."
"Oh." Was all that I could say. It didn't really wake me up, but I wasn't on the verge of falling asleep either.
Hermione took a bite of her apple. That reminded me. I have an apple. And I'm hungry. So I'll eat it. It makes sense to me. (lol) So I eat the whole apple. It was good. I really like apples. And oranges. And pears. And plums. And strawberries. And almost every kind of fruit that exists. Except star fruit. I absolutely hate star fruit. I'll eat grapefruit, pomegranate, blackberries, pineapple, mangos, and even bananas (Which make me nauseous) before I eat star fruit.
Well, Hermione's still eating her apple slowly and looking out the window, humming the tunes to the songs. I can't help but notice that she's rather pretty when she's staring off into space listening to her favorite music. It's almost like she's one with the music.
Then I turn away. What am I thinking?!? I'm thinking about Hermione Granger in a civil way! Urgh! What is she doing to me?!? Urgh! Think about something else. Skiing. Maybe I won't be so bad at it. Hermione will teach me-urgh! Here we go again.
"Draco!" Someone calls to me.
"What? What happened? What?" I answer quickly, looking around at what I missed while I was off in Lala Land.
"We're here." She answered simply, and stepped outside. She put on her ski jacket and grabbed her gloves and headband. I just sit there.
"Are you coming or not?" She asks impatiently.
"Huh? Oh. Right." I'm totally out of it today.
I get out of the car and follow Hermione, Cheryl, and Aunt Bethany. I already feel like I'm out of place.
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"Ok. Here are your lift tickets. They will let you go on Miami Beach and up to the midway lodge. Go On Miami Beach first. That's the easiest run on the mountain. It's not very steep and it is nice and wide. Ok? Go right over there to get your rentals and your ticket. Tell them your names when they give you your lift tickets and that you're related to Cheryl and Bethany and they'll give us the bill. Ok? And meet us at the lodge at 4:00 today when the lifts close. Here's $20.00 for snacks and lunch. I'll see you later!" Bethany said, going over to the lodge and going inside. She had indicated where everything was, so they went to go get their equipment.
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"What size shoe do you wear?" Hermione asked Draco, filling out my form for skis.
"Nine." I answered. This was getting boring.
"How tall are you?"
"Six foot."
"And have you ever been skiing before?"
"I told you. No." I answered, getting rather annoyed with this.
"Ok. Now let me do mine and then we'll pay for our rentals." Hermione filled out her form quickly and walked up to the counter, Draco trailing behind her.
"Ok. Here are our forms." Hermione said, handing the woman our forms.
"Ok. That'll be $40.00. Anything else for you?"
"Well, we're here with Cheryl and Bethany. They're our aunts. They told us to have you bill them for the money." Hermione said.
"Ok. I'll have to call Bethany to check with that." The woman said.
She picked up the telephone and dialed a number. "Hello? Beth? I have two kids here who say that they're related to you and Cherrie." Pause. "Ok. Thanks. I'll talk to you later." And she hung up.
"Ok. You're good to go." She said, handing them their Lift tickets and their forms.
We walked over to the counter for boots. Hermione again handed him our forms.
"Ok." Said the guy. He couldn't be older than 18 years old. He was looking at Hermione and smiling. "I'll give the big guy over there these," he said, handing him some boots. "And this beautiful thing here, these." He said, handing her some boots.
Hermione put them on easily, but I had a little more trouble. They had too many latches and straps! It was confusing! Hermione had to come over and help me in the end. She helped me up and I almost fell over. Those boots are messed up.
We moved on to the next area where we got out skis. They told me something along the lines of getting me some 190's. Whatever the heck that meant. They handed me the skis after they messed with them for a little while. Hermione was talking to the girl who was fixing her skis.
"Ya. I havn't been skiing since I was eight. I think I'll be the wipe-out queen of the mountain today." Hermione laughed. It was a beautiful laugh. The other girl laughed with her. She was a blonde with gray eyes. She looked like she was having trouble with the skis; they wouldn't open for her.
"Urgh! These skis are so frustrating!" The girl said, annoyed whit them.
"Here, Lucy, let me try. I was taught how to fix skis when I watched my aunt do it so many times when I was last here." Hermione said, holding out her hand for the screwdriver.
"Alright. But don't break them." Lucy reluctantly agreed.
Hermione promptly had the skis ready. She handed the screwdriver back to The girl who I now knew as Lucy and said, "Just push a little bit harder the next time." She said. "I'll see you later."
"What was that?" I asked.
"What was what?" She asked, curious.
"You knowing how to prepare the skis." I replied as if she should have known what I was talking about.
"Oh. Like I said. Cheryl taught me how to prepare skis on her own skis. I sat there and watched her do it for a whole hour straight."
"Oh. Ok."
"Well, we still have a half hour until the lifts open. We might as well go and sit in the lodge for a while." Hermione said, walking to the back of the lodge. But she walked right past it.
"Hey! Where are you going?" I called to her.
"To put my skis on the rack. You can't bring them inside." And she put them on the rack. I tried to follow her, but it was slow moving. How can she walk in these?
I put my skis away and we walked into the lodge.
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"That'll be two dollars." The woman said. Hermione handed her the money, which I still couldn't see how it could be valuable, and took the two ciders and two oranges over to a table.
We sat there in silence when Hermione said, "Oh! I forgot gum. I'll be right back." And she left me alone to look out the window. She came back a few minutes later with a pack of gum in her hand.
She finished her cider and stood up.
"Ready?"
I took my last sip. Damn, that stuff was good. "Ya." And I stood up.
We put our coats, headbands, and gloves on and threw away our garbage. We walked out the door.
(Hermione P.O.V.)
I grabbed my skis and walked up to the top of the hill. I dropped my skis and snapped them into place. Draco tried to follow suit, but he was new at this. So I told him, "Drop them so that the bindings are on top. Good. Now put your toe in first, ya, like that, and the snap down your heel. Good. Now the other foot. Ok. We're ready. Now shuffle your feet forward like this. No-"
He fell over.
He got up and tried again.
He fell over again.
"Here." I said. I helped him up. "Don't pick up your feet. Just move them forward. Good. Ok. Now move in that area." And we were off. We made it to the ticket eater (You know. The things that take your tickets and then let you by so that you're able to get on the lift.) And we got through that without any trouble. We walked over to the lift and I had him on the right side. He needed the assistant's help because he hadn't been on the lifts before. The chair came around and we sat down. We were on our way up the mountain.
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Well, I didn't really get as far as I wanted to, but it's a nice long chapter for you. The next chapter will be about the blooper on the mountain. Ok? R&R!
~*Detri*~
A/N: Wow! I have reviews! Nifty Tifty! Ok.
Lady Malfoy: I LIVE in Billings. Doncha love it here? I do. And I LOVE skiing. I do like Horseback riding, but I have only gone once in my life, so I don't know much about it. Are you looking at MSU Billings for a college? 'Cause if you aren't, I don't know what college you're looking at (lol).
Juli-lilly: I intend to continue!
Ash: I'll try to post more often.
Basketball-brat25: I will.
Ok. That's it. Now for the story! We'll get to see just HOW bad Draco Dahling is...(lol)
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The Ski Trip
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Chapter Five
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Too Much Time on my Hands
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"This is Captain Mike and here is your Red Lodge Mountain report." Hermione's radio alarm went off at 6:30. "It looks like a perfect day on the mountain today. We're expecting to be able to open up Palisades and Upper Continental by the end of this week. The temperature today is expected to be 20 degrees. We hope to see you on the mountain!"
"Urgh. Why did I set that damn alarm? Wait...SKIING!!!" And with that, Hermione jumped out of bed and laid out her ski equipment that consisted of ski pants, snow pants, a ski jacket, a headband, gloves, a turtleneck, a sweatshirt, wool socks, and regular tennis shoes. She quickly dressed in the turtleneck, sweatshirt, jeans, socks, and shoes and went downstairs for breakfast.
She walked down the stairs and saw that Aunt Cheryl was already up and reading the newspaper, her half eaten toast on a plate that was sitting on the paper.
"Morning glory, Aunt Cheryl!" Hermione said cheerfully. "What is there to eat for breakfast around here?"
"Oh! Good morning, sweetie. The oatmeal, cream of the west, and breakfast cereal is in the pantry. Have some fruit! There are some apples and bananas on the counter." Aunt Cheryl said, looking up from her paper and referring to her name that Aunt Cheryl always used to call her.
Hermione grabbed some cheerios and a banana, a bowl, a spoon, a knife, a glass, and the, milk. She poured the milk over the cereal and cut the bananas on top of it.
"Um...Aunt Cheryl? I have a question for you..." Hermione said quietly.
"Ask away, sweetie." Aunt Cheryl said, looking up from her newspaper again.
"Um...Are you a...a witch?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"Oh. Well. Sweetie. Um. Yes, I am." Cheryl said, looking rather uncomfortable.
Hermione's eyes widened. "You...you are? Then that means...I'm not entirely muggle born."
"Well, your deceased grandmother, Melody, was a pureblooded witch. She married your grandfather, George, and they had your father and I. Your father Apparently didn't have any magical blood in him, so he stayed a muggle. The Melody died and George re-married. So we grew up around muggles. Father didn't tell us our mother was a witch. Your father was jealous when, on our birthday, (A/N: They are twins) I received a letter and he didn't. So, no. You aren't a muggle born. You're Quarter blooded, I do believe (lol)."
"Whoa. So...Dad's a squib?"
"Well-" But she was cut off by someone.
"Yes. I'm a squib. Are you happy? Now you know. And it's all Mother's fault. If she had been normal, then we wouldn't have two witches in the family."
"Two? We have two? Sweetie? You're a witch?" Cheryl said, looking at Hermione with a delight in her eyes that was true.
"Yes..." Hermione said in a small voice. Her own father was unnerving her.
"Oh! Sweetie! I would have told you sooner if I knew you were a witch! Oh, Hermione, do you go to Hogwarts? What house are you in? What year are you in? Is Dumbledore still there?" Hermione was seriously experiencing déjà vu here. Bethany had asked almost the exact same questions as Cheryl was now.
"Yes, I go to Hogwarts. I'm a Gryffindor 6th year. Yes, Dumbledore is still there." Hermione answered. Then she asked, "What house were you in?"
"I was a Revenclaw. But I wanted to be in Gryffindor. I did like my house, but I was too wild for many of them. I didn't like studying, and all of my friends in my house did. So I made friends with Bethany-" But she was again cut off.
"You told me that you met her when you moved here! So she's a witch too?!? Great. I'm living in a witch's house! Just peachy. Why couldn't you be normal? Why?"
"Davie. Calm down. We both left the wizarding world. The only things that we own from the wizarding world now are our wands and our owls. And we just keep the owls because they are living, breathing animals! So we are as normal as you are. So just calm down." Cheryl said, a little annoyed.
"Ok... I'm going to get ready to go now...I'll just out my bowl in the sink and go up to my room. Um...I'll see you in," Hermione checked her watch, "15 minutes. Ok?" But she didn't wait for an answer. She fled the room before she had to hear any more arguing.
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Hermione walked up to Draco's room and knocked. There wasn't an answer, so she walked in.
"Draco? What are you still doing in bed? You only have twenty minutes to get ready." She said to the figure still asleep in his bed. She turned on the overhead light and walked up to his bed.
"I sure hope you're decent." She told him. Then she pulled his covers completely off his bed. He was just wearing his boxers. He still didn't move.
"Fine. If you want me to play rough." She then walked up to him and leant her head near his ear. "GET UP NOW YOU LAZY ASS!!!" She screamed in his ear.
"Huh? What? What the heck is going on?" He shot up and started muttering incoherently.
"You only have 20 minutes to get ready, so you might want to change and get something to eat." Hermione said, and then left the room.
(Draco's P.O.V.)
"O...k..." was all that I could say. Hermione had come in. Woken him up. Tore his covers off his bed. Screamed in his ear that he was a lazy ass. Saw him in his boxers. Whoa. And all that supposedly happened within two minutes.
I got up and walked over to the shower and took a quick five-minute shower, not even conscious of what temperature it was. I stepped out and dressed in a t-shirt, a sweatshirt, ski pants, and snow pants, both Bethany had leant me. I grabbed my coat that I owned and my headband. I put on my shoes and looked at my watch. Five minutes.
I bolted down the stairs and asked Bethany, "Can I borrow some gloves?" Which she agreed to. I grabbed a pair of gloves and an apple. I washed the apple and told Bethany I'd eat on the way.
"OK!!! Let's go!!!!" Bethany yelled. Hermione came bolting down the stairs followed by Cheryl. Speed must run in the family.
Hermione grabbed an apple and washed it. "Ready whenever you are."
We all piled into the suburban and Cheryl loaded her skis onto the ski rack on top of the car and jumped I the passenger seat.
"Get comfy, we're going to be driving for half an hour." Cheryl said, buckling her seatbelt.
"Aunt Cheryl? Why are you brining your skis?" Hermione asked, handing her her STYX c.d.
"I'm teaching lessons today. Do you want to have a lesson?"
"Um...I think I can remember from when I was here last. I can remember snow plowing. And turning. And stopping. I think I'll be fine." She said calmly.
"How about you Draco?" Bethany asked.
"Um..." I looked at Hermione pleadingly.
"I'll teach him. It'll help me remember." Hermione volunteered.
I mouthed a 'thank you' and turned to what the c.d. was playing.
"Turn it to number four. That's my favorite song."
~(Synthesizer plays)~
~Ya I'm sittin' on this box~
~To talk like a Damned~
~Got the 12:00 news blues.~
~And I've given up hope~
~on the afternoon soaps and a bottle of cold brew.~
~Is it any wonder I'm not crazy?~
~Is it any wonder I'm sane at all?~
~Well I'm so tired of losing~
~I've got nothing to do~
~And all day to do it.~
~Well I go out crusin' ~
~But I've not place to go~
~And all night to get there.~
~Is it any wonder I'm not a criminal?~
~Is it any wonder I'm not in jail?~
~Is it any wonder I've got ~
~Too much time on my hands~
~It's tickin away with my sanity~
~I've got too much time on my hands~
~It's hard to believe ~
~Such a calamity~
~I've got too much time on my hands~
~And it's tickin' away~
~Tickin' away from me.~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~It's ti- ti- ti- ti-tickin' away~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~And I don't know what to do with myself~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~(Guitar plays)~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~(Too much time on my ha-ands)~
~(Synthesizer plays)~
~Now I'm a genius~
~I can solve the world's problems~
~Without even trying~
~I've have dozens of friends~
~And the fun never ends~
~That is as long as I'm buying~
~Is it any wonder I'm not the president?~
~Is it any wonder I'm not employed?~
~Is it any wonder I've got~
~Too much time on my hands?~
~It's tickin' away with my sanity~
~I've got too much~
~Time in on my hands~
~It's hard to believe~
~Such a calamity~
~I've got too much time on my hands~
~And it's tickin' away~
~Tickin away from me~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~It's ti- ti- ti- ti-tickin' away~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~And I don't know what to do with myself~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~Mmmmmmm~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~ It's ti- ti- ti- ti-tickin' away~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~Mmmmmhmmmm~
~(Too much time on my hands)~
~(Too much time on my)~
~(Sound of alarm clock)~
"What do you think?" Hermione asked, breaking me away from my thoughts.
"It's good. Is this what you were listening to in the den?" I asked, curious.
"Yup. It's STYX. They're my favorite band. Actually, four isn't my favorite song, twelve is. But I wanted to listen to something that'll wake me up instead of put me to sleep. My favorite song is really slow and calming, I listen to it at night. So I want to put on a different song. One that'll wake everyone up."
"Oh." Was all that I could say. It didn't really wake me up, but I wasn't on the verge of falling asleep either.
Hermione took a bite of her apple. That reminded me. I have an apple. And I'm hungry. So I'll eat it. It makes sense to me. (lol) So I eat the whole apple. It was good. I really like apples. And oranges. And pears. And plums. And strawberries. And almost every kind of fruit that exists. Except star fruit. I absolutely hate star fruit. I'll eat grapefruit, pomegranate, blackberries, pineapple, mangos, and even bananas (Which make me nauseous) before I eat star fruit.
Well, Hermione's still eating her apple slowly and looking out the window, humming the tunes to the songs. I can't help but notice that she's rather pretty when she's staring off into space listening to her favorite music. It's almost like she's one with the music.
Then I turn away. What am I thinking?!? I'm thinking about Hermione Granger in a civil way! Urgh! What is she doing to me?!? Urgh! Think about something else. Skiing. Maybe I won't be so bad at it. Hermione will teach me-urgh! Here we go again.
"Draco!" Someone calls to me.
"What? What happened? What?" I answer quickly, looking around at what I missed while I was off in Lala Land.
"We're here." She answered simply, and stepped outside. She put on her ski jacket and grabbed her gloves and headband. I just sit there.
"Are you coming or not?" She asks impatiently.
"Huh? Oh. Right." I'm totally out of it today.
I get out of the car and follow Hermione, Cheryl, and Aunt Bethany. I already feel like I'm out of place.
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"Ok. Here are your lift tickets. They will let you go on Miami Beach and up to the midway lodge. Go On Miami Beach first. That's the easiest run on the mountain. It's not very steep and it is nice and wide. Ok? Go right over there to get your rentals and your ticket. Tell them your names when they give you your lift tickets and that you're related to Cheryl and Bethany and they'll give us the bill. Ok? And meet us at the lodge at 4:00 today when the lifts close. Here's $20.00 for snacks and lunch. I'll see you later!" Bethany said, going over to the lodge and going inside. She had indicated where everything was, so they went to go get their equipment.
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"What size shoe do you wear?" Hermione asked Draco, filling out my form for skis.
"Nine." I answered. This was getting boring.
"How tall are you?"
"Six foot."
"And have you ever been skiing before?"
"I told you. No." I answered, getting rather annoyed with this.
"Ok. Now let me do mine and then we'll pay for our rentals." Hermione filled out her form quickly and walked up to the counter, Draco trailing behind her.
"Ok. Here are our forms." Hermione said, handing the woman our forms.
"Ok. That'll be $40.00. Anything else for you?"
"Well, we're here with Cheryl and Bethany. They're our aunts. They told us to have you bill them for the money." Hermione said.
"Ok. I'll have to call Bethany to check with that." The woman said.
She picked up the telephone and dialed a number. "Hello? Beth? I have two kids here who say that they're related to you and Cherrie." Pause. "Ok. Thanks. I'll talk to you later." And she hung up.
"Ok. You're good to go." She said, handing them their Lift tickets and their forms.
We walked over to the counter for boots. Hermione again handed him our forms.
"Ok." Said the guy. He couldn't be older than 18 years old. He was looking at Hermione and smiling. "I'll give the big guy over there these," he said, handing him some boots. "And this beautiful thing here, these." He said, handing her some boots.
Hermione put them on easily, but I had a little more trouble. They had too many latches and straps! It was confusing! Hermione had to come over and help me in the end. She helped me up and I almost fell over. Those boots are messed up.
We moved on to the next area where we got out skis. They told me something along the lines of getting me some 190's. Whatever the heck that meant. They handed me the skis after they messed with them for a little while. Hermione was talking to the girl who was fixing her skis.
"Ya. I havn't been skiing since I was eight. I think I'll be the wipe-out queen of the mountain today." Hermione laughed. It was a beautiful laugh. The other girl laughed with her. She was a blonde with gray eyes. She looked like she was having trouble with the skis; they wouldn't open for her.
"Urgh! These skis are so frustrating!" The girl said, annoyed whit them.
"Here, Lucy, let me try. I was taught how to fix skis when I watched my aunt do it so many times when I was last here." Hermione said, holding out her hand for the screwdriver.
"Alright. But don't break them." Lucy reluctantly agreed.
Hermione promptly had the skis ready. She handed the screwdriver back to The girl who I now knew as Lucy and said, "Just push a little bit harder the next time." She said. "I'll see you later."
"What was that?" I asked.
"What was what?" She asked, curious.
"You knowing how to prepare the skis." I replied as if she should have known what I was talking about.
"Oh. Like I said. Cheryl taught me how to prepare skis on her own skis. I sat there and watched her do it for a whole hour straight."
"Oh. Ok."
"Well, we still have a half hour until the lifts open. We might as well go and sit in the lodge for a while." Hermione said, walking to the back of the lodge. But she walked right past it.
"Hey! Where are you going?" I called to her.
"To put my skis on the rack. You can't bring them inside." And she put them on the rack. I tried to follow her, but it was slow moving. How can she walk in these?
I put my skis away and we walked into the lodge.
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"That'll be two dollars." The woman said. Hermione handed her the money, which I still couldn't see how it could be valuable, and took the two ciders and two oranges over to a table.
We sat there in silence when Hermione said, "Oh! I forgot gum. I'll be right back." And she left me alone to look out the window. She came back a few minutes later with a pack of gum in her hand.
She finished her cider and stood up.
"Ready?"
I took my last sip. Damn, that stuff was good. "Ya." And I stood up.
We put our coats, headbands, and gloves on and threw away our garbage. We walked out the door.
(Hermione P.O.V.)
I grabbed my skis and walked up to the top of the hill. I dropped my skis and snapped them into place. Draco tried to follow suit, but he was new at this. So I told him, "Drop them so that the bindings are on top. Good. Now put your toe in first, ya, like that, and the snap down your heel. Good. Now the other foot. Ok. We're ready. Now shuffle your feet forward like this. No-"
He fell over.
He got up and tried again.
He fell over again.
"Here." I said. I helped him up. "Don't pick up your feet. Just move them forward. Good. Ok. Now move in that area." And we were off. We made it to the ticket eater (You know. The things that take your tickets and then let you by so that you're able to get on the lift.) And we got through that without any trouble. We walked over to the lift and I had him on the right side. He needed the assistant's help because he hadn't been on the lifts before. The chair came around and we sat down. We were on our way up the mountain.
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Well, I didn't really get as far as I wanted to, but it's a nice long chapter for you. The next chapter will be about the blooper on the mountain. Ok? R&R!
~*Detri*~