AN: WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW!!!!! I can't believe it! I NEARLY 30
REVIEWS FOR JUST ONE CHAPTER!!!! THIS IS AMAZING!!!!!! Thank you, thank
you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!!!! I must do shout-outs!
benjigrl – I loved writing Hermione revealing her "identity". It was soooooo fun to beat up Jim! He finally got what he deserved!
Your Worst Nightmare13 – I know that the "finding comfort in Draco" is VERY trite, but it IS fun to write about. And thanks very much for the compliments! Your kind of review is the kind I treasure: praise and constructive criticism put nicely. (Everybody, look @ Your Worst Nightmare13's review and take a lesson!)
Insane Cozzy – yes, Jim should DIE! EVIL JIM!!! But I don't like to have death in my stories, so I just sufficed with Hermione knocking him out.
hermyblack – I haven't read any new stories in a while either. . .
J – just how old are you? Any SMART person would know that a baby spends NINE MONTHS in the mother's womb BEFORE he or she is born. Emily is NINE months old. And what is 9 + 9? 18. What is 12 + 3? 15. Hermione and Jim were married 15 months, and Emily has been in existence 18 months. (Nine in the womb and nine on the earth). Get it now? (Sorry about sounding kinda mean)
Ginny – sheesh, Ginny! You must have really liked the chapter or been REALLY high in sugar, or both.
Emma – wow, begging on hands and knees, that is a reason in itself to continue . . .
The Ultimate Reviewer – T_T you have my sympathy, TUR. I really feel for you. T_T
And, for those of you who I couldn't really find a comment: XxChristinaxX, Malfoy4ever, =SiL=, HaliJade Snape, thedarkside45, ccb-ig, Eve Granger, paprika90, Proud Mudblood, pixidust09, RonFan, Tracy3, Sarahamanda, Iluska , NeLLy22, BewitchingWith, Morgan, and Lynnzey-Dumbledore! Thank you for reviewing, it is VERY much appreciated! And I am terribly sorry if I forgot anybody!!
And now, the next chappie!
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Chapter 2: The Stranger?
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Hermione drove down a back road, wondering where to go. She was running through her options in her head: a muggle hotel, a bed and breakfast, a boarding house . . .no, those all required muggle money, which she didn't have much of. She was racking her brain for more ideas when she saw a car on the side of the road. It had its hazard lights on. Hermione pulled over behind them, intending to see what the trouble was. She got out of her car, but left it on, and walked up to the driver's side of the car in front of her. There was a man sitting there, with a cell phone in his hand. He didn't seem to know how to work it, though. He kept pressing random buttons and the phone kept going haywire. He looked oddly familiar . . . She pushed the though away and lightly tapped on the window. The man looked up, startled, and rolled down his window.
"Can I help you?" he asked cautiously.
"That's what I was just about to ask you," said Hermione with a smile. The man visibly relaxed.
"Yes, you can, as a matter of fact. As you might have noticed, my car broke down, and I can't seem to get my cell phone to work correctly," he said, holding up his cell phone, and blushing slightly.
Hermione smiled again. "Who were you trying to call?"
"Ummm, I really don't know who to call," he said, getting even more red. Hermione giggled slightly, but continued.
"Well, calling a tow truck would be nice," she said.
"Oh," said the man. It seemed that he was rather embarrassed about not knowing stuff that was seemingly obvious.
"Well, I have emergency numbers in my car," said Hermione. "Why don't I call a tow truck for you?"
"Yeah, that would be great, thanks," said the man. Hermione started to walk back to her car, but the man got out of his car and walked with her. Hermione looked at him questioningly, and he said, "Sorry, but I don't really favor being alone, so can I, well, sit in your car with you while we wait for the tow truck?"
Hermione was a little surprised to hear this kind of statement from a grown man, but she agreed nonetheless. "Certainly," she said, as she opened the passenger side door for him.
"I should think that I should be the one opening the door for you," he said with a chuckle, but got in the car anyway. Hermione got in on the other side and then pulled a sheet of emergency phone numbers from the glove box. Then she got out her own cell phone and dialed the number labeled TOW TRUCK COMPANY.
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Twenty minutes later, it had started raining, and a tow truck had showed up and two men were working on hooking the stranger's car to the truck. One of them came up to the car that Hermione and the stranger were sitting in.
"D'you got a ride home with this young miss, sir?" he said.
"Well, I-"started the man next to Hermione, but she finished for him.
"Yes, he does. I see you don't really have room in your truck anyway," she said.
"Yes'm, that's why I was askin'. We'll be on our way, then," and with a tip of his baseball cap, he walked back to the tow truck.
"Why did you do that?" asked the man to Hermione, once the tow truck was driving away.
"Well, I wouldn't just want to leave you standing on the side of the road!" said Hermione with a small smile.
"Thanks, then. But I really don't have a home," he said, avoiding Hermione's eyes.
"What?" said Hermione, concerned.
"You heard me," he said, still staring at the dashboard.
"Well, I guess we're kind of in the same boat, then. I don't have a real 'home' either," said Hermione, starting to drive.
"You mean you're not sure where you're going?" said the man, finally looking over at Hermione. Hermione looked over at him, right into his eyes, and nearly lost control of the car. She gasped loudly. She then regained control of herself (and the car) and prepared herself to ask this strange man something that she had been wanting to know. He beat her to it, though.
"You look uncannily familiar, have we met?" he asked. Hermione took a few deep, steadying breaths.
"If you are who I think you are then yes, we certainly have," said Hermione.
"Who do you think I am?" asked the man. Hermione glanced over at him again and took in his features [AN: notice that I have not described him yet?] and she wondered why she hadn't recognized him before.
"Well, I'm pretty sure we went to the same school. But to be sure, let me ask you a question that you should know. What is 'Wingardrium Leviosa'?"
"Oh, that's easy," said the man. He thought this woman was a muggle, but he was wrong. He had a sudden memory, and smiled.
"What are you smiling about?" asked Hermione.
"Oh nothing. It's just that that spell brings back memories," he said. Hermione smiled broadly. So he was a wizard: that was good.
"And what is that memory?" she asked, having a slight suspicion.
"Oh, just when me and one of my friends saved another friend of ours from a horrifying death," he said lightly. He was careful to not give all the details, just in case. [Are any of you getting any ideas as to who this person might be?]
Hermione's smile only broadened.
"Okay, now you're the one smiling like a goon. What is making you so happy?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
Hermione ignored his question. She had to be sure that this was him. "Just a minute. I have another question for you."
"Okay," he said.
"What's a hippogriff?" she asked, challengingly.
"It's a kind of animal that is half horse, half giant eagle. But I don't see what that has to do with the topic at hand," he said.
"Have you ever ridden on one?" asked Hermione eagerly.
He looked surprised at the question. "Well, yeah." [AN: Okay, if you haven't gotten it by now, you are really slow.]
Hermione nearly screamed with happiness. "Wouldn't you know it, I have, too, Mr. Potter."
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AN: I'm sorry, I couldn't take it anymore, I HAD to leave it off there! Ok y'all, you know the drill: REVIEW!!!!!
benjigrl – I loved writing Hermione revealing her "identity". It was soooooo fun to beat up Jim! He finally got what he deserved!
Your Worst Nightmare13 – I know that the "finding comfort in Draco" is VERY trite, but it IS fun to write about. And thanks very much for the compliments! Your kind of review is the kind I treasure: praise and constructive criticism put nicely. (Everybody, look @ Your Worst Nightmare13's review and take a lesson!)
Insane Cozzy – yes, Jim should DIE! EVIL JIM!!! But I don't like to have death in my stories, so I just sufficed with Hermione knocking him out.
hermyblack – I haven't read any new stories in a while either. . .
J – just how old are you? Any SMART person would know that a baby spends NINE MONTHS in the mother's womb BEFORE he or she is born. Emily is NINE months old. And what is 9 + 9? 18. What is 12 + 3? 15. Hermione and Jim were married 15 months, and Emily has been in existence 18 months. (Nine in the womb and nine on the earth). Get it now? (Sorry about sounding kinda mean)
Ginny – sheesh, Ginny! You must have really liked the chapter or been REALLY high in sugar, or both.
Emma – wow, begging on hands and knees, that is a reason in itself to continue . . .
The Ultimate Reviewer – T_T you have my sympathy, TUR. I really feel for you. T_T
And, for those of you who I couldn't really find a comment: XxChristinaxX, Malfoy4ever, =SiL=, HaliJade Snape, thedarkside45, ccb-ig, Eve Granger, paprika90, Proud Mudblood, pixidust09, RonFan, Tracy3, Sarahamanda, Iluska , NeLLy22, BewitchingWith, Morgan, and Lynnzey-Dumbledore! Thank you for reviewing, it is VERY much appreciated! And I am terribly sorry if I forgot anybody!!
And now, the next chappie!
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Chapter 2: The Stranger?
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Hermione drove down a back road, wondering where to go. She was running through her options in her head: a muggle hotel, a bed and breakfast, a boarding house . . .no, those all required muggle money, which she didn't have much of. She was racking her brain for more ideas when she saw a car on the side of the road. It had its hazard lights on. Hermione pulled over behind them, intending to see what the trouble was. She got out of her car, but left it on, and walked up to the driver's side of the car in front of her. There was a man sitting there, with a cell phone in his hand. He didn't seem to know how to work it, though. He kept pressing random buttons and the phone kept going haywire. He looked oddly familiar . . . She pushed the though away and lightly tapped on the window. The man looked up, startled, and rolled down his window.
"Can I help you?" he asked cautiously.
"That's what I was just about to ask you," said Hermione with a smile. The man visibly relaxed.
"Yes, you can, as a matter of fact. As you might have noticed, my car broke down, and I can't seem to get my cell phone to work correctly," he said, holding up his cell phone, and blushing slightly.
Hermione smiled again. "Who were you trying to call?"
"Ummm, I really don't know who to call," he said, getting even more red. Hermione giggled slightly, but continued.
"Well, calling a tow truck would be nice," she said.
"Oh," said the man. It seemed that he was rather embarrassed about not knowing stuff that was seemingly obvious.
"Well, I have emergency numbers in my car," said Hermione. "Why don't I call a tow truck for you?"
"Yeah, that would be great, thanks," said the man. Hermione started to walk back to her car, but the man got out of his car and walked with her. Hermione looked at him questioningly, and he said, "Sorry, but I don't really favor being alone, so can I, well, sit in your car with you while we wait for the tow truck?"
Hermione was a little surprised to hear this kind of statement from a grown man, but she agreed nonetheless. "Certainly," she said, as she opened the passenger side door for him.
"I should think that I should be the one opening the door for you," he said with a chuckle, but got in the car anyway. Hermione got in on the other side and then pulled a sheet of emergency phone numbers from the glove box. Then she got out her own cell phone and dialed the number labeled TOW TRUCK COMPANY.
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Twenty minutes later, it had started raining, and a tow truck had showed up and two men were working on hooking the stranger's car to the truck. One of them came up to the car that Hermione and the stranger were sitting in.
"D'you got a ride home with this young miss, sir?" he said.
"Well, I-"started the man next to Hermione, but she finished for him.
"Yes, he does. I see you don't really have room in your truck anyway," she said.
"Yes'm, that's why I was askin'. We'll be on our way, then," and with a tip of his baseball cap, he walked back to the tow truck.
"Why did you do that?" asked the man to Hermione, once the tow truck was driving away.
"Well, I wouldn't just want to leave you standing on the side of the road!" said Hermione with a small smile.
"Thanks, then. But I really don't have a home," he said, avoiding Hermione's eyes.
"What?" said Hermione, concerned.
"You heard me," he said, still staring at the dashboard.
"Well, I guess we're kind of in the same boat, then. I don't have a real 'home' either," said Hermione, starting to drive.
"You mean you're not sure where you're going?" said the man, finally looking over at Hermione. Hermione looked over at him, right into his eyes, and nearly lost control of the car. She gasped loudly. She then regained control of herself (and the car) and prepared herself to ask this strange man something that she had been wanting to know. He beat her to it, though.
"You look uncannily familiar, have we met?" he asked. Hermione took a few deep, steadying breaths.
"If you are who I think you are then yes, we certainly have," said Hermione.
"Who do you think I am?" asked the man. Hermione glanced over at him again and took in his features [AN: notice that I have not described him yet?] and she wondered why she hadn't recognized him before.
"Well, I'm pretty sure we went to the same school. But to be sure, let me ask you a question that you should know. What is 'Wingardrium Leviosa'?"
"Oh, that's easy," said the man. He thought this woman was a muggle, but he was wrong. He had a sudden memory, and smiled.
"What are you smiling about?" asked Hermione.
"Oh nothing. It's just that that spell brings back memories," he said. Hermione smiled broadly. So he was a wizard: that was good.
"And what is that memory?" she asked, having a slight suspicion.
"Oh, just when me and one of my friends saved another friend of ours from a horrifying death," he said lightly. He was careful to not give all the details, just in case. [Are any of you getting any ideas as to who this person might be?]
Hermione's smile only broadened.
"Okay, now you're the one smiling like a goon. What is making you so happy?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
Hermione ignored his question. She had to be sure that this was him. "Just a minute. I have another question for you."
"Okay," he said.
"What's a hippogriff?" she asked, challengingly.
"It's a kind of animal that is half horse, half giant eagle. But I don't see what that has to do with the topic at hand," he said.
"Have you ever ridden on one?" asked Hermione eagerly.
He looked surprised at the question. "Well, yeah." [AN: Okay, if you haven't gotten it by now, you are really slow.]
Hermione nearly screamed with happiness. "Wouldn't you know it, I have, too, Mr. Potter."
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AN: I'm sorry, I couldn't take it anymore, I HAD to leave it off there! Ok y'all, you know the drill: REVIEW!!!!!