Disclaimer: Last night, I put my glasses in my shirt collar when I went to take out my contacts. Once I removed my contacts I couldn't find my glasses. Do you think I'm smart enough to have invented all of this? Nope, sorry, it all belongs to Tamora Pierce and J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 4: What?
I told you to watch the shrieking Crookshanks meowed wisely from Hermione's bed.
Harry and Ron were both staring at Hermione.
"Are you okay, mate?" Ron asked, frowning at her.
"Y-yeah. Sorry, I, er, you startled me," she squeaked.
"Ah." Ron nodded, but still gave Hermione a weird look. "I'm Ron Weasley."
He held out his hand, Hermione stared at it.
"I'm..." she trailed off, forgetting who she was. "Jonathan! Jonathan Myle."
She tried to stay calm as she grasped his hand but hers were shaking with shock and nerves.
"Harry Potter," Harry said, also holding out his hand.
"Nice to meet you," Hermione said, deperately trying to keep the shaking out of her voice as she took his hand and avoided his gaze.
Ron glanced around the room and flung his stuff down on the bed next to Hermione's. Harry went to the farthest bed.
"Er," Ron began. "Who were you talking to before?"
"What?" Hermione asked, her voice cracking. "Oh, um, my cat."
She waved a hand at Crookshanks who was calmly walking across her belongings.
This is going real smooth. Crookshanks hissed softly as he crawled into the suitcase. You're a regular James Bond.
"Out, you!" Hermione snapped, tossing the cat out of her suitcase.
"You brought a cat?" Harry asked.
"Yeah."
"I hope he gets along with owls. Because we both have them," Ron said, eying Crookshanks doubtfully as he put Pig's cage on top of his dresser.
"Oh yeah, they'll be fine," Hermione said, her voice straining. She fiddled with the clasp on her suitcase to avoid eye contact.
"What's his name?" Harry asked, stretching out a hand to Crookshanks.
"Croo-" Hermione cut herself off, realizing she had not created a pseudonym for Crookshanks.
"Croo?" Ron asked.
"Croo," Hermione said firmly. "This is my cat, Croo."
What kind of bloody name is 'Croo'? An offended Crookshanks demanded as he rubbed his head against Harry's hand.
Resisting the urge to slam her head against the wall Hermione carefully placed a pile of shirts in her open dresser drawer.
Harry started pulling things out of his bag.
"I wish she wasn't so angry," Harry said quietly, looking at the picture he was placing on his dresser.
"Who's that?" Ron asked.
"Hermione."
"What?" She asked impatiently before she could stop herself.
"What?" Ron was frowning at her again.
"What?" She asked again, her mouth unable to form any other words.
"Why did you say 'what'?"
"Er, I meant 'what did you say?' Not, 'what' what?" She tried.
"Wait," Harry said, trying to follow the conversation. "What?"
"What?" Hermione said.
"Which 'what' was yours?" Harry asked, now smiling.
"What?" Ron asked.
"Exactly!" Hermione cried.
"Okay," Harry said, laughing. "Let's try this again, Ron, this picture is of Hermione."
"I know," Ron said, slowly, staring at Hermione. "She's a friend of ours from school," Harry added, glancing at Hermione. "So Ron, Jonathan, are we all clear?
"Yeah," Ron mumbled.
Hermione continued to fold her clothing.
Hey, genius, they're talking to you!
"What?" She asked looking up.
Ron slammed his head into the wall; Hermione found herself envying him.
A/N: Okay, fair warning: In two days I shall be embarking on a three-day journey to my home state (NY)...so I may not update for a few days because I will not be anywhere near a computer and when I finally AM I will be dead tired from red-eye flights...so bear with me and enjoy this one... Comedia
Chapter 4: What?
I told you to watch the shrieking Crookshanks meowed wisely from Hermione's bed.
Harry and Ron were both staring at Hermione.
"Are you okay, mate?" Ron asked, frowning at her.
"Y-yeah. Sorry, I, er, you startled me," she squeaked.
"Ah." Ron nodded, but still gave Hermione a weird look. "I'm Ron Weasley."
He held out his hand, Hermione stared at it.
"I'm..." she trailed off, forgetting who she was. "Jonathan! Jonathan Myle."
She tried to stay calm as she grasped his hand but hers were shaking with shock and nerves.
"Harry Potter," Harry said, also holding out his hand.
"Nice to meet you," Hermione said, deperately trying to keep the shaking out of her voice as she took his hand and avoided his gaze.
Ron glanced around the room and flung his stuff down on the bed next to Hermione's. Harry went to the farthest bed.
"Er," Ron began. "Who were you talking to before?"
"What?" Hermione asked, her voice cracking. "Oh, um, my cat."
She waved a hand at Crookshanks who was calmly walking across her belongings.
This is going real smooth. Crookshanks hissed softly as he crawled into the suitcase. You're a regular James Bond.
"Out, you!" Hermione snapped, tossing the cat out of her suitcase.
"You brought a cat?" Harry asked.
"Yeah."
"I hope he gets along with owls. Because we both have them," Ron said, eying Crookshanks doubtfully as he put Pig's cage on top of his dresser.
"Oh yeah, they'll be fine," Hermione said, her voice straining. She fiddled with the clasp on her suitcase to avoid eye contact.
"What's his name?" Harry asked, stretching out a hand to Crookshanks.
"Croo-" Hermione cut herself off, realizing she had not created a pseudonym for Crookshanks.
"Croo?" Ron asked.
"Croo," Hermione said firmly. "This is my cat, Croo."
What kind of bloody name is 'Croo'? An offended Crookshanks demanded as he rubbed his head against Harry's hand.
Resisting the urge to slam her head against the wall Hermione carefully placed a pile of shirts in her open dresser drawer.
Harry started pulling things out of his bag.
"I wish she wasn't so angry," Harry said quietly, looking at the picture he was placing on his dresser.
"Who's that?" Ron asked.
"Hermione."
"What?" She asked impatiently before she could stop herself.
"What?" Ron was frowning at her again.
"What?" She asked again, her mouth unable to form any other words.
"Why did you say 'what'?"
"Er, I meant 'what did you say?' Not, 'what' what?" She tried.
"Wait," Harry said, trying to follow the conversation. "What?"
"What?" Hermione said.
"Which 'what' was yours?" Harry asked, now smiling.
"What?" Ron asked.
"Exactly!" Hermione cried.
"Okay," Harry said, laughing. "Let's try this again, Ron, this picture is of Hermione."
"I know," Ron said, slowly, staring at Hermione. "She's a friend of ours from school," Harry added, glancing at Hermione. "So Ron, Jonathan, are we all clear?
"Yeah," Ron mumbled.
Hermione continued to fold her clothing.
Hey, genius, they're talking to you!
"What?" She asked looking up.
Ron slammed his head into the wall; Hermione found herself envying him.
A/N: Okay, fair warning: In two days I shall be embarking on a three-day journey to my home state (NY)...so I may not update for a few days because I will not be anywhere near a computer and when I finally AM I will be dead tired from red-eye flights...so bear with me and enjoy this one... Comedia